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

[agnominal]

The camo fades, and Locus steps into view just behind Sombra. His frown is damn near audible in his tone. "No. Should have thought to bring something."

This? Was exactly what he'd been afraid of. Why he'd cautioned against leaving him out of a fight against Felix. He knew how he operated, might have been able to mitigate some of the damage.

And Taylor doesn't look great, just now.

[goddamngrenades]

"I'm used to having the healing unit." Kind of forgot that's not a THING here. Or. It's nonfunctioning because Delta can't run it and what kind of bullshit is that? So much bullshit.

"Looks worse than it is, just. Help me get this panel out?" There's a kit on the other side of the wall and walking that far felt like too much on wiggly legs. "I popped him one in the mouth, though. Think that pissed him off."

He remains far too pleased with himself about that, even if the hand that tries to tug his helmet off so he can treat that cut fumbles a bit.

[vata]

"Just...sit down." It's said with a tolerant sort of exasperation and a slight upwards curl at the corner of her mouth; approving, but maybe not obviously so. He's clearly paid a high price to get his hands on Felix.

She doesn't mention that she's left him locked up somewhere else at the moment, Taylor deserves pride in his victory.

From there, Sombra buries herself in trying to dislodge the paneling, bit by diligent bit, ignoring any streaks of crimson.

[agnominal]

"He'll be coming after you now. Both of you. You made it personal."

There's a deep exhale, a restless dissatisfaction with the situation. There's little he can do to help with York's wounds, and now he knows Felix will come gunning for the two of them first.

"I should have finished it." This time it appears he's grumbling more to himself than to them.

[goddamngrenades]

"I've lived through worse." For about fifteen seconds but who's counting- not him. He's. Sitting and setting his helmet off to one side, unstrapping that segment of armor to better hold a hand over the bleeding bandage. He's fine. Everything's okay.

"Yeah, well. He can bring it. I'll punch him in the dick next time. He's a bastard but he's nowhere near as good as Carolina." And he'd sparred with her regularly while she was in her prime. He'd been off balance cuz of the charm power, that was all. He's got this. "Hey-"

Azucar's working but Locus? Get's his arm snagged by York, tugging. "Finished what?"

[vata]

"Aha. Got it."

Chalking that up as her second success (third, if tracking down Tayor at a time like this counts), the panel comes loose with a heavy metallic scrape - Sombra drops it down and digs up the kit on the other side, peeling away wiring and insulation to wrestle it free. A beat later and she's clambered around to sit beside him, separating out bandages from healing ointments and sterilization gel.