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legionmissions2017-02-09 12:43 pm
letsgolegion) wrote in legionmissions2017-02-09 12:43 pm
Out With the Old [modplot]
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.
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.
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Which, considering the fact that this is already as weird as it gets (and possibly not real), manages to convince Sombra to stoop down and give in: picking up the little thing and stroking it behind its ears.
Never let anyone in the world believe Sombra actually has a soft spot for the little things."What are you?"
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"I, on the other hand, am Discord," he replies, purposefully coiling up on his own tail and leaning back against the lamp post he'd been standing near. "The others have told me they've never heard of a Draconequus before. How odd. Then again, I suppose I've never seen your sort before I came around these parts either. Life is just full of surprises and merriment."
He snaps his fingers and the clouds start to clear. The dogs and cats continue to mingle and raise a confused cacophony in the streets.
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She loves it.
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"Discord." She repeats, still absently stroking that kitten
because of course she does. "Sounds less like a name and more like a calling card."But if that really is his entire deal? Sombra doesn't exactly sound offended by it. "I go by Azúcar. And I think you already know why I'm here."
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As if to make his point, he snaps his fingers again. The person nearest them suddenly cries out in surprise, and if Sombra turns around, she might notice that the grocery bags they've been carrying is suddenly full of startled woodland creatures rabidly attempting to tear free of their package prisons.
While he spends a moment chuckling at her expense, he glances back down to Sombra, mollified slightly.
"Oh don't tell me -- you're not with those tightwads, are you? Say it ain't so."
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Speaking of which...
"Lo siento mucho, dragón. We've all got our parts to play in this." With a gentle sort of care, Sombra lifts the little kitten up onto her shoulder to let it clamber around, her own clawed fingers turning back towards the panel in front of her - nearing the end of her efforts in bringing down remote security failsafes.
"You don't seem so bad to me, though."
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"De lo contrario, I don't play any part, you see. Sure, there's rules, if you want to call them that -- but not really," he replies, clapping his hands so all the animals disappear save for the cat that had taken a liking to Sombra.
"For example, the technical rule you're meant to be following is...?" he presents his lion paw to her, wiggling each claw individually, like he's handing her freedom on a platter. "Come on now, how badly do you really want to get in there?"
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"The rule I'm following? No murder." And what a shame it is.
Her eyes slide over to watch his paw as he wiggles them as enticingly as possible, which is as absurd as it is charming. There's a low little scoff; she keeps her fingers to the keys. With an hour to get in, get out and get this done, making sure none of the senior Legionnaires die on intergalactic television.
"You're still one of them." It's not an argument she likes to make, but Sombra (more than most) is intimately familiar with the limitations that come from taking sides.
"Whether you like it or not, that means they're using you to kill people. You know that, right?"
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Discord clears his throat and follows it with another sigh. The action, of course, causes each finger press that Sombra engages to initiate a very annoying sound.
"One of them, oh please," Discord grunts, rolling his paw back to snap his fingers. The cat chirps in surprise, but reappears as a blue tabby, coated in electric blue stripes. It also proceeds to hop into his waiting paw, and so he strokes it idly with the other hand -- an eagle's. "They don't put a leash on me and call it friendship, sweetheart -- or even a paycheck! That's the only difference."
He settles his arms across his chest so the cat can sit between them and meow pathetically over at Sombra.
"You're not happy. Believe me -- I can tell."
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"Well I'm not now."
Not with that noise coming from her efforts. Or from that view of how he's changed the kitten to match her appearance, which 1: amazing, and 2: entirely unfair. Couple that with his talk of being leashed, and Sombra's mood is on a slow, sliding decline.
"But you could do both, if you wanted to."
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"How do you figure?"
The cat, for its part, stays curled against Discord's fur, but keeps all of its focus on Sombra's swinging braid of hair.
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"You like making trouble, right?" Call it a hunch— one that stems from the fact that her fingers are currently stuck where they've stopped. "Breaking expectations."
There's a slight pause, attention drifting down towards that little kitten once again. "What could be more fun than helping me get in there?"
"They'd never see it coming."
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Discord lets the kitten drop down to toddle over to Sombra, and it proceeds to rub against her legs.
"You're going to have to do better than that. Besides, what's to stop you from doing the opposite, hm~?"
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She'd like it better if those two things were coming from her point of view, rather than against it.
"Besides," Sombra starts, mimicking the way he'd started his own argument as the kitten wends its way around her ankles. "Nobody said you couldn't come right back out here to keep everyone else entertained."
"What do you stand to lose?"
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Discord has successfully halted her efforts, and that's all he's really here to do. Delay, distract, and dispatch if necessary. He's not looking forward to that last one -- it was why he was outside and not inside watching the show.
His entertainment plays out better.
"That's not how it works," Discord says with a mostly dead tone of voice. "You're living in a fantasy world if you think any of those chumps you pal around with know how to have a good time. I stand to go from the winning team to the losing team."
He shakes his furry head.
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Sombra shrugs aside from her stuck fingers, luminescent hair dropping off the slope of her shoulder for it. "So why don't you let me go and you can get back to having fun, tregua?"