legionmissions | [Out With the Old] [modplot] [finale]

Who| Anyone that's in Out With the Old can react
What| Plot finale
Where| The main studio room
When| After all the Legion of Supervillain villains have either been captured or run away
Warnings/Notes| Character injury (no death, though). A player wanted a big heroic moment for a character before they were dropped. Please allow Reinhardt to start this off.

The man that comes out from his hiding place is just a no-name villain. A nobody. Not even one of the ones from any of the worlds the Legionnaires had come from. He was just some third-rate hack that managed to talk his way onto the Legion of Supervillains.

It was easy enough, thanks to the groundwork the Heralds had laid down for all this. The Legion of Supervillains were a bunch of chumps, easily manipulated -- most of the villains that Chronoblivion had pulled into this universe, that had joined the LOSV, genuinely believed all the lies and pretty promises they'd been told.

To be honest, the lack of a challenge had made this whole thing a snore. Just a short bit of sweet-talking and he'd worked his way onto this team of freaks and misfits, just like that. Easiest deal he'd ever closed.

So the no-name who isn't a no-name goes and looks for what he sneaked into the studio, unbeknownst to even the Legion of Supervillain leadership. It's backstage in a pile of props, and when the time is right -- when the day seems firmly and thoroughly saved -- Mr. No-name sneaks out of his hiding place, and takes the device in his hand, hiding it behind his back.

He walks out from the shadows with a wild grin (teeth, he still can't get over how fantastically weird bone protrusions in the mouth are!) To the Legionnaires, it probably looks like some small-time villain timidly walking out to surrender, at first, but no, the villain that looks at them all through black goggles smiles a large smile like he's not used to having a mouth and thoroughly enjoying the ride.

"Hahaha!" the laugh is bright and cheerful, like the Legion of Supervillains' loss means nothing to him. "Well well well, looks like the Legion saved the day yet again! Or at least we made it look like you did."

He pulls out the device from behind his back and presses a button. The little sphere starts blinking and making an alarming high-pitched squealing noise that grows in volume and pitch.

"What are you doing?!" cries out Mastermind blearily. She's half-conscious, and in restraints now, but with it enough to realize something is wrong. "You're going to kill us all!"

"Of course I am!" the man says brightly. "That was the point of all this -- to get this meat-suit close enough to close the deal! Good job saving the day, heroes. Here's your prize: total obliteration!"

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South isn't ready to give up her newfound independance yet, convinced that the moment people realized she and North were twins they'd be shuffled together again, and there'd be no escaping it.

But, he was her brother, and she did care about him, so when she learned he was in medical she couldn't not stop by and visit him.

Of course, there's no reason why she should do it as herself.

So hello North; here is Carolina walking in.

"You don't look too bad for someone who's been perforated."

He'd known that York was around. And CT. And . . . not Maine, not really, but close. So when Carolina strolls through the door, he just laughs, a lazy, I-should've-known-it kind of laugh.

"I guess practice makes perfect." He works his way up to sitting, slinging his legs over the edge of the mattress, because even outside of the Project there's something itchy and wrong about Carolina seeing him laid out flat. Movement is uncomfortable, but it doesn't hold a candle to that. "So they got you too, huh?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, totally. I mean, yes; just arrived today. Missed out on all the excitement, damn." South is already feeling slightly stressed talking to her brother, but then to remember halfway through that oh yeah she's not wearing her own face well, it takes her a moment to 'get into character'.

"Rest up and get better, because tomorrow we're hitting the training room floor." That's something Carolina would say, right?

North may be injured and on painkillers, but he knows his team. Even Carolina, miss ten-steps-ahead, is predictable in her own way. And if it weren't for his encounter with not-Maine, that sense of incongruity probably wouldn't send the same ripple of unease down North's spine.

He leans back and manages a smile, though. Play it cool. If it is her, no reason to look like a basket case. And if she's not? He can handle a controlled detonation on that bridge when they get to it.

"Looks like I do need to put in some more work with the whole 'superpowers' thing, huh." And then, ever so casually-

"What did you get?"

"Oh, you know...." Think, South, think. "Invisibility. Super-speed." Nice save. "But any practice is good practice."

She crosses her arms, "What did you get?" Okay, so far so good, this isn't so bad. She's still sort of thinking about getting away sometime soon.

"The dome shield, built-in thermals. So basically, I get to keep doing everything I was doing before, but I don't need armor to do it now."

Reasonable request, really. If she's going to step back up as de facto leader, she needs to know what her squad is capable of. Not that he's sure he wants that, given what had just happened before he'd gotten here, but on the other hand Carolina has never been great about keeping her grudges hidden. If she remembered Project Freelancer going down screaming? He would know by now. "Who else from the team is here?"

Oh, cool. He's got the bubble sheild. There's a little shimmer of pride that she considers her powers much cooler.

Like, pretending she's Carolina, for one.

"Washington, Connecticut, New York," She gives him a careful look, "And your sister, South Dakota."

"South's here?"

He straightens at that, physically, looks up at her with relief the only thing to temper the sudden focus he gives the conversation. He's already talked with York, he knows that they apparently can come from different times. That doesn't matter, when he's been worrying over what happened to his sister since he landed.

"Where is she?"

There was something equally satisfying and annoying about that reaction, and for a moment South doesn't know if she's done the right thing now coming in as Carolina. She waves her hand somewhat dismissively.

"Oh, you know, off being cool somewhere."

... yeah. That's.

That's not Carolina.

North would go ahead and say that, but he's beaten to hell, still in glorified hospital pyjamas, and as a testing curl of his hand confirms, without the ring that would make jumping out the window feasible.

Damn it.

"Yeah, sounds like her," he confirms, smiling blithely and ready to bolt.

Oops, twin-sense tingling. She can tell he's getting tense; and that's her cue to get the hell out of dodge before she's discovered. She starts to walk back towards the door.

"Well, I've got some more training to do. If I see her I'll send her in. Don't forget to eat your vegetables!"

[Out With the Old] [modplot] [finale]

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