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]

"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.