Out With the Old [modplot]

[letsgolegion]

Who| Everyone who signed up
What| The rescue of the NPC Legionnaires
Where| A movie studio in New New York
When| Takes place the same time as "Books of Magic"
Warnings/Notes| N/a

The studio where the Legionnaires are being held is swarming with supervillains. It's a trap, of course. But that doesn't mean they have to walk right into it. They have a plan, and now it's time to put it into action.

The Legion of Supervillains are expecting the non-native Legionnaires to be pushovers. They're about to discover just how crushingly, devastatingly wrong they are.

Comments

[goddamngrenades]

It's not long- but long enough for York to get his legs under him, his eye to flare a bright blue as he pulls on probability and shoves upward with arms and legs and shoulders, rolling free of the grapple and leaving the gift of glowing, charged wires in his wake.

Boom boom boom, motherfucker.

"So's trying to stab a guy, guess we're even!"

[mcscouty]

"Shit!"

He scrambles back quickly, wincing as those charges go off, with nothing between him and the explosions. Ugh, but it's merely a distraction. He knows that. He's got to get after York before he manages to detonate something else.

Time to swipe up his helmet, while he's got the opportunity.

"Oh we're so fucking far from even, you're never gonna see black."

[goddamngrenades]

"Aww- you mad Locus moved on? Stings, doesn't it, to remember that you're dead weight." Shittalking is rusty, side effect of trying to be less of an asshole- but he can recall the basics. He has to hit while the helmet's off, hurling another handful of marbles at Felix's face while he rolls to recover his own.

[mcscouty]

Well, as luck would have it? It turns out that helmet is pretty handy for batting those marbles away as he darts away, fuming. A second later and helmet jams back into place, two fresh knives at the ready.

"So I guess that makes you the rebound."

Alright, time to place where he's at. Determine if it's worth closing the distance again, or heading to find someone bigger and meaner to do the swinging for him.

[goddamngrenades]

"Nah, man. Makes me his actual friend that he trusts cuz I treat him like a person and don't use him like a pawn." How's that for some perspective? Treating a people like a people turns out good for everyone involved. Who the fuck knew? York slips his own helmet back on and stands at the ready, same loose limbed and on the balls of his feet, more marbles glinting between his fingers. "Come on Felix. You gonna stand around or are you gonna do something?"

Like he's not bleeding already at a mildly alarming rate.

[mcscouty]

"Heh."

And he could finish him off, but really, why not just let him slow someone else down in the meanwhile? All that business about sticking together, friendship and teamwork and all that jazz.

Didn't mean anything when the chips were down. Someone you trusted with your life could turn on you in an instant, over nothing. Over perceived betrayals and whatever excuses their mind could come up with. He's through with the concept...at least until he can get his hooks back into his partner again.

So Felix steps back, saluting mockingly.

"Got bigger fish to fry than you. Say hi to Wash for me, will ya? I'll be seeing him again, real soon." And with that, he was darting back up the hall.

[goddamngrenades]

...Not what he expected but kind of a lucky break. He really needs to get something over the stab wound in his side, the scrapes on his arms, and the odd little tickle of where the knife got him on his neck. "Yeah, you BETTER Run!"

Because sometimes he just can't NOT say something.

So.

That was Felix.

SHIT.