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

[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?"