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legionmissions2017-03-23 12:30 am
letsgolegion) wrote in legionmissions2017-03-23 12:30 am
THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS - Modplot
Who| Everyone who signed up
What| Fighting Through Storyland
Where| New Metropolis (technically)
When| The same time as "The Spies Who Sprocked Us"
Warnings/Notes| N/A
Like many cursed objects, the cursed floppy disk containing Tsarista was unearthed by archaeologists, trying to excavate artifacts related to Earth's heroic history. Mystified as to why it was preserved in a strange container that seemed meant to protect it from corruption, they'd created a makeshift system to try to view the data on the ancient device.
Opening the .txt file of "Troubleshooting Windows '95" on it, opened up the world to a whole lot of trouble.
After breaking free -- and through the roof of the archaeology building of the university -- the evil queen cackles in delight at the new world she's found herself in. Nearby television "personalities" recording a puff piece in the park, quickly turn their camera drones on the escaped Queen, broadcasting her to the entire UP.
"At last! I'm free! And oh me, oh my, has the world changed. What a narrative mess it is now, so complicated. And fraught with conflict that isn't easily resolved. And there are so many new settings, in all these UP worlds! No matter. I'll fix it all. I'll make it so everything makes sense."
With a snap of her fingers, magic light pours through the nearby New Metropolis media archives, and everything from datachips, to rare paper books, to flexi tablets came pouring out, swirling around her in a storm of paper that quickly turns into a storm of words.
"My name is Tsarista. Queen Tsarista. And I'm going to turn this galaxy of blank pages into a carefully curated masterpiece -- ruled by me, of course!"
After the display, there's only one way to stop the bubble of unreality that's settled over New Metropolis: by going in and tearing it down from the inside.
What| Fighting Through Storyland
Where| New Metropolis (technically)
When| The same time as "The Spies Who Sprocked Us"
Warnings/Notes| N/A
Like many cursed objects, the cursed floppy disk containing Tsarista was unearthed by archaeologists, trying to excavate artifacts related to Earth's heroic history. Mystified as to why it was preserved in a strange container that seemed meant to protect it from corruption, they'd created a makeshift system to try to view the data on the ancient device.
Opening the .txt file of "Troubleshooting Windows '95" on it, opened up the world to a whole lot of trouble.
After breaking free -- and through the roof of the archaeology building of the university -- the evil queen cackles in delight at the new world she's found herself in. Nearby television "personalities" recording a puff piece in the park, quickly turn their camera drones on the escaped Queen, broadcasting her to the entire UP.
"At last! I'm free! And oh me, oh my, has the world changed. What a narrative mess it is now, so complicated. And fraught with conflict that isn't easily resolved. And there are so many new settings, in all these UP worlds! No matter. I'll fix it all. I'll make it so everything makes sense."
With a snap of her fingers, magic light pours through the nearby New Metropolis media archives, and everything from datachips, to rare paper books, to flexi tablets came pouring out, swirling around her in a storm of paper that quickly turns into a storm of words.
"My name is Tsarista. Queen Tsarista. And I'm going to turn this galaxy of blank pages into a carefully curated masterpiece -- ruled by me, of course!"
After the display, there's only one way to stop the bubble of unreality that's settled over New Metropolis: by going in and tearing it down from the inside.
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'Injustice' nags at the sorceress's mind, but she roughly forces it back. Justice? Hah! Justice is for the weak, for those unable or unwilling to seek out the power to put down injustice in their own lives.
Videl opens her mouth to hurl a scathing retort at Fareeha, but cries out in pain as Vance's foot connects with the back of her knee. "Aaargh!" Her left leg crumples beneath her and she falls forward, dropping the staff as she throws out both hands to catch herself. The staff clatters to the ground and rolls a few inches out of Videl's reach.
However, the spell remains unbroken, the magic flame still linked between the dragon and the head of the staff. The dragon whips its head around when it hears Videl cry out. It swipes at Vance with outstretched talons, mindful of its mistress's position on the floor. Fareeha is momentarily forgotten.
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It's a risk, because if this doesn't work, she'll be wholly vulnerable. She reaches for Videl's staff, intending to wrench it away.
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There's not really a way to brace for the swipe, nor a way to get away from it. Vance shouts as the talons connect, throwing him aside and into a wall. At least the chair hit the wall first, shattering under the impact but leaving Vance winded as he smacked the wall and then fell to the floor with a groan.