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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General Woundwart

[strongest_of_five]

There's a rabbit in the hallway.

It's on the larger side of a rabbit, and that dirty sort of brown color of a wild rabbit. If you look closely enough, you'll see it's scarred - one eye cloudy. This is a rough rabbit.

The question is, dare you approach? For now it's sitting by, just off the side of the hallway, probably tucked behind a cabinet or trashbin or similar. It is still aside from an ever twitching nose.

It's just a rabbit, so how bad could it be?

[walkingballpit]

He's seen Monty Python, but that rabbit was cute, white, and incredibly healthy looking due to its steady diet of idiot humans who don't pay attention to warning signs.

Case in point, Robbie is checking this stretch of hallways, offices, and storage rooms to make sure there's no one trying to shelter in place or, worse, lurking minions guarding whatever Evil Plan B is.

There's a flicker of light, and a gleam catches Robbie's attention. It's the white eye of an animal, trying to hide behind a potted plant. It's some sort of dog - no, it's a rabbit.

"Hey, little guy." Speaking softly, Robbie slowly crouches down, to get a better look, but he was still two meters away from the hiding spot. "I'm not here to hurt you, see? You can come out, and I'll get you somewhere quiet."

[strongest_of_five]

He cants his head a fraction, listening to Robbie. It was still strange to be able to understand Man in this world, but it also helped to stoke the fire of his hatred; such a weak, patronizing tone.

At least here he could do something about it; bestowed with the strength of El-ahrairah himself, Woundwart had no compunctions about taking on as many foxes as presented themselves to him - or, in lieu of foxes, one witless human kit.

He remains still while Robbie crouches down, patiently biding his time. His muscles itched for a fight. He hungered for it.

Damn the kid stopped. Woundwart would have to cover some of the distance before attacking. He stretched out and relinquished his cover with two calculated, almost lazy hops, then addressed Robbie in a deep, gravelly voice.

"That's a pity. I would have welcomed a challenge."

And then he pounces; teeth and claws bared.

[walkingballpit]

Robbie had stopped because he's played this game before, coaxing a skittish animal to him. He didn't want to get too close too soon and send it fleeing in the other direction. Granted, it's usually his cat, but he had been operating under the common knowledge that rabbits startle easily.

When the bunny hops tentatively, in his eyes, towards him, Robbie is quite pleased with himself. That's it, he thinks, ca. One more hop, just like that, and he can scoop the critter up.

And then it speaks, and it's so startling that Robbie doesn't register what the words. He only has time to accept that, holy shit, it's a talking rabbit, before it lunges at him.

Robbie throws an arm up, and it's barely in time to meet the rabbit's mouth. He can feel it clamp down on his forearm. "What the - ow!"

It isn't that puncture wounds are unfamiliar, but the weight of the rabbit on his arm, the slice of claws on his thigh, and the surprised of suddenly finding himself knocked back onto his butt - yes, it combined into an ow.

He doesn't think of it in terms of fighting a rabbit; it's too ridiculous to entertain yet. Robbie processes it in terms of getting it off, and, so, he swings his arm with the attached varmint towards a wall, with considerably less gusto than he would any other supervillain. It's someone's pet. Someone's... talking... attack... pet. "You better not have rabies!"

[strongest_of_five]

Woundwort digs in, bites down and refuses to let go. If Robbie wants to dislodge him, he's going to have to put a bit more effort into it; the rabbit chief grunts as his body slams against the wall but holds on tight.

If anything, he bites down harder.