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.

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[vata]

There's a mirrored chuckle on her own end, shoulders shrugging as though it's all casual, the circumstances they've found themselves in: like cheering for opposite teams at a sporting event rather than a life or death scenario running on an active timer.

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."

[frienemy]

For his part, he looks a bit put out. Almost on cue, the cat hops from Sombra's shoulders and settles a few feet away, like its been betrayed. Discords mismatched arms fold across his chest as he gets to his feet again.

"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?"

[vata]

Oh that's cold, Discord.

"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?"

[frienemy]

"Really? That's your definition of murder? Goodness."

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."

[vata]

The screeching sound is enough to stall her out for a few microseconds, fingers curling in midair.

"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."

[frienemy]

"Oh?" Discord asks, snapping his fingers again. This time, the sound stops, but her finger sticks to the proverbial keys so she is forced to halt. His finger twirls, presumably weaving the spell to keep it casting so that she's forced to focus on him.

"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.

[vata]

Why are you like this, Discord.

"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."

[frienemy]

"Mmm, nice try, sweet stuff. But you know, helping you would mean everypony else--" He gestures to the various civilians who hadn't managed to get out of the quarantine zone fast enough, most of them dealing with some confusing sort of wardrobe change. "--would stop running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Can't have that now, can we?"

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~?"

[vata]

"Those heroes in there dying when an hour's up, for one." Nonplussed as she sounds when she says it, Sombra isn't entirely without sympathy: few things in life are as fun as freedom and instigation.

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?"

[frienemy]

"Eh. Win some, lose some. They'll find more. Until all of you wise up and drop the goody two-shoes act, that is."

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.

[vata]

"Okay." It's a mild concession, let out as she casts a glance downward towards the kitten for a beat. "I can see I'm not going to win you over - you're just too strong for me."

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?"