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

[thedreamisdead]

"That doesn't sound safe." She considers for a moment, watching it trickle down her visor. Ugh. Definitely getting onto her neck, though. And down her chin thanks to the respirator dipping low enough. Like cheap ice cream or syrup smeared across her skin and left there. She'd probably have to burn the uniform. Should have thought to put on a poncho. Or the trans suit.

America holsters her Lawgiver and tucks her daystick back into her belt. She plants her fists on her hips, examining the carnage for any signs of movement. "They won't be the first creeps learn that numbers won't save them from a sticky end."

She holds the pose for a moment and, satisfied that nothing's going to come after her, turns around to step off the stage. She pauses abruptly and gently toes where the field would be first. No luck. It felt wrong, not letting the scene end on that nice little homily, but there wasn't much choice. "Is it worth asking for this to get dropped or am I just going to have to exit, stage left, and wander around backstage to find the rest of the team?"

[steelandtemper]

"So many things against the law where you're from and they didn't get around to banning terrible puns?"

When America tries to escape the candy-colored nightmare, Cortana is uncharacteristically slow to respond, a few seconds of silence greeting the request before her voice returns, sounding distracted. "Sorry, someone was targeting civilians. Just a sec...there." There's a barely-audible pop as the field drops and air rushes in to fill the infinitesimal gap left by its absence.

[thedreamisdead]

"It's unofficially encouraged to drop a little homily or some words of wisdom at the end of a case or after an arrest." America steps off and down into the audience area, not liking the sticking noises her boots are making. That would be a giveaway. "Gives a sense of closure. Keeps you from lingering."

And, Grud, but she doesn't want to linger on that. It was just so... dumb.

"Granted, that's not going to stop me from finding this Robotican and feeding it its own processors, but that's neither here nor there right now." She paused for a moment. "Thanks for the assist." The respirator was just going to have to stay down until she was certain she was out of the room.