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Upon my liar's chair [BLARGH FHTAGN] [player plot] [part 2 and 3] [closed to signups]

Who| Rich Rider and those who signed up for Part 2 and 3
What| Stopping the squids from opening a rift to the Cancerverse and saving Rich
Where| At a derelict stargate station and the Cancerverse
When| An IC Day after "Game of Throne"
Warnings/Notes| Lovecraftian squid-monsters, body horror, attempted suicide by black hole

It's time.

They take over and do whatever they have to do, say whatever they have to say to disentangle Rich from anyone that'd get in his way.

The seed was planted a long time ago and what started as a little sprout of life within him grows and blooms within him now, rolling under his flesh, taking over his eyes so that he sees the things that should not be seen. Reality's edges roll away and reveal everything to him, the sickness that is Chronoblivion clinging to the edge of the world and the half-finished worlds and realms beyond.

He can see the Cancerverse and the beings within, staring at him whole universes away. Deep inside himself, his soul thrashes and spasms, and he's lost in a cage of endless rotating fractal visions of the many possible nightmares to come.

And then They push up his sleeves, move his limbs, and and get to work.

Their mission is holy. They will fulfill the Legion's mission and save existence. Chronoblivion's own bloated form will become their new Galactus Engine, they will touch every universe with their gift and life will reign eternal.

That is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may die.

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It's like watching one of his worst nightmares going on in front of him, something unspeakable taking control of his friends and there's nothing he can do about it.

In his nightmares, though, it's all in slow motion. Things that Vance should be able to deal with and can't because he's frozen in place. Here, though, there's no chance to react because it's all just going down too quickly. There's hardly a moment for him to even start getting his brain in gear before Robbie's bleeding on the floor.

He knows that, tactically, giving up the high ground is a bad idea. Up here, he can see everything and may have a better chance of reacting next time. (Because he'd done so well so far.) But it's clear that Robbie's wounds need to be attended to before he can be moved.

Which is why Vance drops down beside Robbie, reinforcing the TK shield around them, extending it even into the floor as protection against the tentacles. He winces as one slams down over his head as hard as it can, but turns his attention back to Robbie, doing a quick scan to see how bad the injuries are.

Well, shit.

Still, maybe it's a good thing Grif is half slung over him, because that's enough of a reminder to Sam that he can't just jump straight into the middle of things without thinking (the way he'd almost certainly be doing otherwise). He needs to move in the other direction.

"Hang on, dude."

Why limp across this mess when he can just blast them in the other direction, right?

Wash has seen some shit. Battlefields, genocides, the inside of someone else's brain (both literally and metaphorically), the list goes on far too long for comfort or even sanity.

While motherfucking Cthulu somehow isn't at the very top of that list, he's still going to have nightmares about this for a good long while.

But right now, in this moment, none of that is important.

He snaps his attention back to Rich in time to just barely dodge a blast of Nova Force and sets off his power nuke. "Done!" It'll take care of the Nova Force for the next two minutes; if he's lucky, it'll affect the tentacles as well.

(He's long since stopped putting stock in being lucky. That's York's job.)

"Oh, fuck," says Grif. And then he's hanging onto Sam, Brainy and Robbie are in trouble, and everything has crossed a grand new threshold of horrible.

And Kid Q's in his ear, because of course.

Got it, he sends back. Can he do this? He can do this, because he has to do this. The seconds he spends getting boosted away by Sam are all the time he has to psych himself up for it, he hopes it's enough.

Then Wash kills Rich's powers.

"Be right back," Grif tells Sam, and he's off.

Grif isn't as fast as he wants to be. He's been running a lot, he's never been good for stamina, and there's a nasty stitch working its way through his right side. Luckily, though, not as fast as he wants to be is still really damn fast. He slides in around the alien tentacles and starts tearing the smaller ones away from Rich's airway, digging in his nails for extra grip. He makes up for lack of bodily strength with raw pissedness.

The Legionnaires are winning. Wash successfully nukes Rich's powers, which makes it so the squids can't use them anymore. Sam and Kid Q's efforts extricate Brainy and then the Coluan makes quick work of deactivating the portal, targeting the component that Rich pointed out.

The horrible monster pushing its way in screeches in agony as the portal shuts off, slicing through its body. The section of it that was poking through into the universe is severed with a sickening gush of slime that splatters all over Brainy and Sam, and it slides down to the floor like a grisly carpet, twitching and quivering until it finally goes still. It starts to rot immediately, shriveling and withering away now that it's in a universe where death still lives.

Grif also manages to destroy the tentacles around Rich's neck, letting him breathe again. Since the portal is defunct, he's more valuable anyway, so the squids stop trying to throttle him, but their efforts to take control of his body again are in vain. Now that he's been given a chance to catch his breath - literally - he's managing to re-assert control. Especially with the portal breaking the connection to the Cancerverse.

The purple fades from his face, and the tentacles sprouting from his body whip out in all directions, knocking the Legionnaires aside. Only the injured Robbie is spared the onslaught.

...Because Rich is the one doing it, not the squids.

While they're recovering, he flies towards the hangar door, flight ring maxing out on speed. The second it closes behind him he breaks one of the automatic couplers. Brainy will be able to fix it in time, but for now, it'll give him the head start that he needs.

The second he's on the Legion cruiser he came in, he jumps into the seat and undocks the ship, flying out of the hangar on manual.

It's time to end this. Before anyone else besides Robbie gets hurt.

"You should've known better," he says to the monsters inside him. "You killed me a thousand times over and I never stopped fighting you. What the hell made you think I'd stop fighting you now?"

Edited 2017-11-03 02:18 (UTC)

Back in the mining station, Kid Q makes quick work of adjusting to the wind getting knocked out of them. When they discover the coupler's broken, she starts problem-solving.

"Brainy, can we just break down the door and use our transuits to get to the cruiser?"

"Negative. The outer hangar door is attached to the coupling system, and that means it's still open. The hangar's now filled with thalarite radiation due to power core leakage from the other defunct mining stations in this sector. I need to repair the couplers so the door closes and provides shielding before we can enter the airlock again."

Brainy gets to work, dismantling the casing next to the hangar doors.

"It's going to take at least a few minutes."

On a whim she gets out her omnicom and contacts the cruiser.

"Rich, I know you can beat this. We need you to fight them. Even if you can't take enough control to fly yourself back here, if you can at least stop the ship, we'll have time to come to you."

To her surprise, he actually answers, so she pulls up a larger holodisplay so they can all talk to him at once.

"Sorry, boss. No can do."

His face is still his own, the purple banished from it, but there are still tentacles sprouting from his back and one of his hands has been replaced by one. It grips the steering wheel tighter.

"I remember it all now. I didn't die in the Cancerverse. No one can. You just come back every time, and that's what I did. I died and came back. Over and over and over. And they...they put something inside me. When The Time Trapper grabbed me he just locked it all away, until that fight with Evil Superman damaged the seal."

He closes his eyes tight.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't know. Something felt off. I started to feel like I wasn't myself -- and I started having these nightmares... and I know I should've looked into it more, but I just didn't want it to mean anything."

His voice cracks.

"I just wanted to come home. I wanted to come home so bad. I thought...maybe I earned it, maybe I deserved the Time Trapper giving me a second chance. But that's not how it works. I didn't earn anything. I cheated. I thought I could escape the Cancerverse but...it followed me back."

"Rich, we can help you. Let us help you. Where are you even going?"

"The portal wasn't their only way in. It was just the fastest and easiest. I can feel them still trying to push their way in through me, and if I don't stop it in time, they'll break through. They'll be able to create a portal anyway."

He punches in some coordinates.

"As long as I'm here, they'll just keep coming. I'm the door..." His expression hardens with resolve. "And I'm gonna slam it shut. I know just the way to do it, too. I don't know if just dying is enough but I figured out something better, just in case."

Brainy's eyes suddenly go wide and he looks up from his work.

"2G10-M8K," he says in a hushed breath. "The reason this system is filled with so much mine-able debris is because of a collision between two planetary systems caused by 2G10-M8K. Richard, you're planning on flying into 2G10-M8K, aren't you."

"Yep. Even if they still manage to use me to get into this universe, I'd like to see them try to escape the event horizon of a black hole." The tentacles sprouting from his body vibrate in rage and fear. "I can tell it'll be enough. They're terrified."

And so is he.

But that doesn't matter.

"I know it's the 'nuke it all' option, but that's because it really is the only way to be sure."

They have too much to worry about so he's taking the time bomb inside of him out of the picture.

"I'm not letting the squids use me to hurt anymore people I care about, and I'm not giving them another chance to take over the multiverse. Team's got enough on its plate on that front thanks to Chronoblivion."

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Robbie says quietly to Vance, although he doesn’t interfere with the inspection. The wounds are, he thinks, probably exactly as bad as they look, and grunts as he pushes his hand harder against one.

The chaos continues outside the teke bubble, but Robbie’s too unfocused to follow all of the shouting. Rich, or whoever is puppeting him like Invisible Kid, attacks everyone but him and escapes, and that’s weird enough that Robbie loses the ensuing conversation around thalarite trying to figure out what the game is. He’s not dead, and you’d think getting everyone dead would be the plan.

Although that level of force had worked. Robbie certainly hadn’t been together enough to go after him, and now it’s too late. Rich is up on the monitor talking about event horizons. “… you hurt us, so you’re going to throw yourself into a black hole to not hurt us anymore?”

He straightens as much as he can in hopes the monitor will catch his eye roll. “Should I throw myself in next? I’ve attacked more heroes than you, Squich... don’t do this to me."

He can't do more dead friends. "Just sit tight and we can handle it.”

Edited 2017-11-03 19:56 (UTC)

Rich almost smiles at "Squich." Almost. But the rest makes him shake his head vehemently.

"That was never your fault. You were hurting and mixed up and people took advantage of that instead of getting you help. What happened at Stamford was never your fault, either. It was always Nitro." It was Nitro who had made the choice to hurt innocent people, just like Rich has a choice to let harm happen now. "But this one's on me. I get to choose whether I let them use me to hurt people. I've seen the world they want to make."

His voice starts quavering and he looks ahead. For a moment, he sees something else besides the stars and the stellar gasses swirling in the system around the black hole. There's a tension to his jaw that suggests he's barely able to keep himself from screaming.

"I'm not putting anyone else through that. I can't do it. And the only other way to prevent it is if I go back to the Cancerverse." His voice suddenly goes high and brittle. "I'm not going back. I'd rather be dead. That's all I wanted when I was there, I wanted to be dead. For good. I wanted to finally rest."

He blinks and manages to find his way back to the present again, away from the purple and crimson skies and biting ground, away from the times his body had been broken over and over.

"It's not about what I deserve. It's about risk. My life isn't worth the risk."

"Well, that's good. Because it looks terrible." Vance cracks half a smile, even if it doesn't reach his eyes. There's a flicker of something there when Robbie grunts, but that could also have something to do with the tentacles that keep buffeting the teke bubble around them.

Of course, that left him with some bells ringing in his head, which is why he didn't get to do anything to try to stop Rich. No actual injuries, thankfully, but he still couldn't react to what was going on.

He stands, letting the teke bubble go as he listens, fighting with his own fears as he listens to Rich.

"You're still an idiot, Rider."

There's exasperation in his voice, but there's fear as well. Like Robbie, he can't do more dead friends. But, more than that, it's a call back to the med bay room when Rich woke up after nearly being killed by the Silver Surfer. "You aren't alone any more, Rich. Not here. And it's not just me and Robbie and Sam. It's everybody in the Legion. It's some of the greatest minds in the multiverse. If anybody can get you out of this, Rich, it's the people here and now.

"Damn it, Rich. You're worth that risk. You've ALWAYS been worth that risk."

He pauses a moment, glancing to Robbie and Sam before looking back. "Don't make me watch this a third time, Rich." Don't make him stand by and watch a friend go into a situation he can't help with. One that might end in their death. "I don't think I have it in me to deal with that again."

"I'm sorry, Vance. You know this is the last thing I wanna do to you. But you're not gonna to talk me out of this. This isn't some big cry for help or something. I don't want to die. This is me saying goodbye."

So maybe they can have more closure than if he ran off and just did it without a word.

"I have a box of letters for a lot of people under my bed, for my family, and for both teams." The New Warriors and the Legionnaires. "And for Nita. There's few for some folks up in space back home if you ever cross paths, too. Like Gamora and Starlord."

You never knew. It's a big universe, sure, but sometimes it feels like a small one.

"'Just in case' stuff. I figured in our line of work, it was a good idea to have some goodbyes ready -- especially since I thought I'd died the first time."

Edited 2017-11-04 02:20 (UTC)

"Yeah, this doesn't sound like a cry for help, this sounds like giving up," Sam cuts in, glaring at Rich. The slime all over him is momentarily forgotten. It hasn't started eating through his skin yet or anything, so it'll keep for a few minutes.

He's got a mentor to yell at.

"We're in here with a guy who has a brain the size of a galaxy -" A vague wave in Brainy's direction. "- and you're just gonna throw your hands in the air and say, that's it, this is the only way to do this?"

His voice is getting louder as he continues. "We don't get to quit. You're the one who told me that. Do you think we don't -" (And then his voice cracks, but for once he's too preoccupied to even feel embarrassed about it.) "Do you think we don't need you to help us finish this?"

The next part, though, is quiet. "Come on, Dick." And still quieter. "Please."

He's starting to reach the black hole's massive debris field.

"There's not enough time. I can feel them pushing, tearing..." He breaks off into a wince and then opens his eyes again. "A few years ago, I had a tough call to make, so I asked myself: do I put myself first? Maybe live a few more days that don't matter, and let the universe down? Or do I step up?"

He breathes in a shaky breath.

"Novas always gotta step up, Sam."

His eyes are glassy now.

"Novas don't get to quit, but we're also a Corps for a reason. Our universe - and the Legion - needs Nova...and they'll still have one. You're just a munchkin so you have some room to grow, sure, but you're already ten times the hero I was around your age, and I'm so proud of you for it. When you find him again, your dad's gonna be real proud of you, too. You earned that bucket -- long before you met me."

He gives him a sad smile.

"You're gonna shake the stars, Sam. Even though it hurts knowing I won't get to see it, I'm still glad I got this extra time, since it meant I got to meet you."

Edited 2017-11-04 03:35 (UTC)

"Never thought you'd take the coward's way out."

It's low, nearly a snarl. Wash has recovered from getting thrown around by tentacles and made his way towards the holodisplay while everyone has said their piece, and it's given him just about enough time to get good and angry. Pain, he understands. Exhaustion, he understands. Guilt over hurting people, he - regrettably - understands. Giving up?

Fuck that.

Sam might be done yelling at Rich, but Wash is just getting started, and if there's one thing he's gotten good at during his years with the Reds and Blues, it's yelling at idiots.

"You realize this doesn't fix anything, right? You die, you put the squids in a shitty situation and hope that they don't find a way out or get released by the local idiots, and you leave us to fight Chronoblivion without you. You don't have to deal with the problem anymore, but we sure as hell do!

"And you're giving up because what, you're tired? Look, I get being exhausted. I get walking through a hell that nobody else will ever understand. I get wanting to leave that behind. But when I did that, I had no one. You have friends who are willing to work their asses off and put their lives on the line to help you, but instead of waiting ten minutes so we can fix this shit, you run off because you're fucking tired? You're done? That's it?

"That box of letters under your bed isn't going to lead a team or fight Chronoblivion or help your friends. We deserve better than this, because you are better than this, so start fucking acting like it!"

He's said too much - torn open wounds he'd rather keep hidden - because this is it. If they can't convince Rich to turn around, they lose him for good, and Wash's desire for secrecy isn't worth that. They'll be shitty last words if they fail, but he's done all he can.

Edited 2017-11-05 05:10 (UTC)

"'Tired'? You think this is just 'tired'?"

He starts shaking, uncontrollably, the tentacles writhing and squirming, because while they're attached to the things inside him, they're still a part of him, right now, melded together.

But instead of yelling or having some kind of outburst, it's like some kind of plug is pulled, like the life and energy drains out of him. Rich has never been the type to go quiet and cold before, but now that the memories have been unlocked and his brain has made the shift to what it once was, it's a survival mechanism. His mind goes to the same cold and distant place it tried to retreat to after every death, when he sat there, jaw clenched, wishing that he hadn't woken up.

"I know what my own brain looks like," he says distantly. "Anytime I revived, sometimes the...bits that came off would still be there, even though I'd wake up whole again. And it was just there. On the ground. With bits of my skull. Like raw hamburger. Just...sitting there."

He remembers having had the irrational urge to put it back inside himself. It wasn't supposed to be on the ground, it was supposed to be inside him. But Worldmind had talked him through it, had urged him to move. There was nothing he could do, and new brain had replaced it, as if by magic. And more of the squids were coming.

More were always coming.

"I know the sound every bone makes when it cracks. I know what it feels like when acid makes your skin slide off. I've heard what my voice sounds like in every kind of scream. I didn't - I didn't know I could make some of them. I didn't know."

He doesn't notice the tears rolling down his cheeks until they slide down his neck, and he doesn't notice the black hole's debris field until the red and purple of the Cancerverse fades away again, out of his sight.

"I'm not tired. That's not it." His eyes go a little wider. "I'm still there. Not just because they're inside me, it's that I'm still there up here." He taps his temple with the hand that's still a hand. "I never left."

He's still there, mad and wandering, eternally stumbling through red hills and valleys that are always hungry, never silent.

He never left.

"And I never will."

He voice drops to a whisper.

"Let me have this. Let me...let me be me. Again. One more time. Instead of that...thing. That I was. Just...eyes. Looking out from a head. I want to be me one last time and keep everyone safe. And then no more. No more."

He crumbles now.

"They're not allowed to have you. You're all mine." He thumps his hand against his chest, and the words sound like they've been ripped out of him. "You're mine. Everyone is mine. Everyone back home. Everyone in this universe. You're mine and you're so good. Even people I don't know. Because you're people and you're not them. I can die with you here." He thumps his hand against his chest again. "And then you'll be safe. I'll get to stay in the dark. And I'll keep you all safe with me there. Forever."

This is what he's good at. This is the kind of thing he does that makes him him. Saving people. Giving himself away until there's barely any self left. This time, there's so little self left that, to do it, he has to give the last little bit of it up.

"This is my job."

It's not a sob. There's no name for the noise he makes while saying the words. Human beings aren't supposed to make noises like that and therefore don't have a name for them.

Edited 2017-11-05 11:30 (UTC)

Rich doesn't snap back at Wash, of course he doesn't, because he's Rich. He just takes it in that way of his that always pisses Grif off. Classic infuriating superhero best friend. If Grif had any lingering doubts about who's driving the Richmobile right now, this is the thing that blows them out of the water for good.

"Fuck you, this is our job!"

Rich wants to go out there and solve the problem alone by dying, of course he does, because he's Rich. And Grif could strangle him.

Rich was the one who talked to him about this in the first place.

"So if any one of us does fail at something, the others are ready to try to help keep it from hurting someone -- and if they can't do that, they're there to help their teammate pick up the pieces.

Do you really think you're the only person who's fucked up here? That's why we have a team, Grif. For superheroes, a team is fuckup insurance."

That conversation is what's running through his head when he yells:

"Jesus, Rich, maybe you're fucked up right now, but guess what? You got us! You got fuckup insurance!"

"So get your stupid, spandexed ass back here so we can fix you or so help me I will race that black hole and drag it!"

That's... that's definitely how that would work.

Edited (i'm done this time i promise) 2017-11-05 22:59 (UTC)

Proximity sensors start blaring but Rich finally stops the cruiser and sits there, staring ahead at the great disc of inky black. He's just shy of the event horizon, where gravity will be too strong for the ship's thrusters to counter; they're working at close to full strength right now, just keeping the ship stationary.

It's the closest someone can get to the purest oblivion possible, and a part of him wants that oblivion so badly. A part of him needs it, like he's some kind of addict that will only be happy if he gets one last hit of the intoxicating darkness he'd found after each death.

After a moment of staring, he has something close to a child-like tantrum, pounding his fist against the control panel of the cruiser, thrashing his limbs, needing to hit something, anything, as if that will somehow exorcise the monsters and the conflict inside him. The thrashing accidentally turns the main lights off and the emergency lights turn on, leaving him bathed in a red glow. Then he slams his head against the wheel, wrapping his arm and tentacle around it, as he tries to make a choice.

Grif is one person too many, with too much hurt in his voice. He has two friends -- no, brothers, just like Bobby -- that will have to watch yet another member of their family die, two friends that'd lay down in traffic for him, that have bled for him in the past. Wash and Grif are yelling despite only having known him for about a year. And Sam...Sam is begging. Rich thinks back to the fight against the Lanterns, when he'd held Sam in his arms, waiting for the color to come back to his face after the blue light chased away the red and had replaced his heart. He'd been so afraid that it wouldn't be enough.

He'd begged then, the silent, pleading, internal litany of a parent or a brother holding a fragile, small body in their arms.

Please God, don't take him, let him be okay, please, if you have to take someone, take me, please take me.

He made Sam beg now, too, and he hates himself for it.

It all finally gets through to him. The love and fear and protective anger.

And the faith.

"We deserve better than this, because you are better than this."

They have faith in him. And the thing is, even if he can't always believe in himself, can't see his own worth, he has faith in them, too. He does have fuckup insurance. He has the kind of fuckup insurance that'd rather die than disappoint him.

"Sorry. But I can't let you down."

He's been used to zipping from one problem to the next for years that have felt even longer than they were, years that have made him feel decades older than he is. In the Cancerverse, that constant state of movement had been eternal as he'd fled from one threat to another, trying to find safety in a world where there was none.

But even before that, he'd been a human rocket, never stopping, carrying the weight of the universe on his own, hoping his forward momentum was strong enough to drag it along with him before it weighed him down so much that he stopped for good. He hadn't been allowed to be anything else. The universe needed him to be that way, because even with friends like Drax and Gamora and Starlord, at the end of the day, it was always him facing the worst of it alone, with everyone else helpless on the sidelines.

It was his job. It was his job to fight and bleed and cry and suffer because sometimes no one else could do that job, not the way it needed to be done.

It finally sinks in that it doesn't have to be that way here. He's the one forcing them on the sidelines this time, instead of supervillains, fate, or circumstance. He gets to have a choice now whether he suffers alone under the weight of galaxies, under the weight of spiraling arms shimmering with life, or whether he lets someone else help shoulder that burden.

He doesn't have to keep everyone else safe. Someone else can keep him safe in a way no one has since the war. For once.

Finally.

He doesn't look up. The words are muffled.

"Are you sure there's something you can actually do? Brainiac, tell me you're sure."

Brainy doesn't look up from working on the door, but only because he isn't sure Rich will turn around and if he doesn't, they'll need it open to have a chance to get to them in time.

"Rider, you're hardly the first Legionnaire who's tried to solve a problem by hurling yourself at a rip in spacetime. I've done it before myself. Twice. As a rule, we try to make it a last resort, and every other time it's happened, I found a way to make things right."

He'd figured out how to shut down the Anomaly, even if he hadn't been the one that took the ship he'd made into it.

He'd figured out how to close the rift near Earth after the Blight, too, even if some of the Legion had been flung into the Second Galaxy in the process.

"We always a find a way, and I always find the solution we need to do it. We have quite the track record."

"I promise that if it looks like we're running out of time and options, we'll let you do what you need to do. But if there's any chance at all we can fix this, you need to let us try."

A pause.

"You said you wanted to come home. Let us bring you home, Rich. You can finally rest after. When you're safe."

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