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Agent Washington ([personal profile] unrecovered) wrote in [community profile] legionmissions2016-10-10 11:34 am

PIIIIIIIPE WREEEEEENCH FIIIIIIIIIGHT

Who| Wash and others
What| Murderworld. So much Murderworld.
Where| All over the arena - locations are in toplevels
When| Murderworld! Late day 1, all of day 2, and early day 3
Warnings/Notes| Violence for days. Most of these have been planned using the almighty spreadsheet - if you want to plan something, feel free to poke me on plurk!

Get pulled from a perfectly benign covert mission to be thrown into a bad Hunger Games ripoff run by someone with zero sense of style or humor. Survive, probably on his own, until help comes or he manages to escape. Sure. Okay.

What could possibly go wrong?
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-11-02 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Pidge makes a small grumbling noise of disgust and annoyance in the back of her throat. This whole thing is set up to push her past her limits but...

"...Did Arcade build this himself or did he just find a planet full of terrible architects?!"

OK, no, focus. "It's just a pattern. We should be able to decipher it pretty easily. Unless..."

She has the presence of mind to give the recently slammed door a few pushes, just in case. If they thought it'd be locked, then Arcade may be toying with them by not locking it but...no. It's just straight-up locked. Worth a shot.
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-11-04 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"If it had worked, it would have been great television." There's no humor in it. Does Pidge look as tired as she feels? Or maybe she'd have to be actively laying on the floor.

"Alright, start counting from the first crusher." it smashes to the ground, and she starts.

"I've got six seconds between hits."
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-11-07 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"There's probably someone out there watching this and rooting for Arcade." Pidge eyeballs the start of the walkway, testing it with her foot. "As long as we don't start playing tug of war on it we should be good."

And then she grabs his wrist. She really doesn't want to get separated from him here because if they get separated, that's two sets of calculations they'll have to do rather than one.
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-11-07 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I don't even-" She nearly snaps because this is starting to feel like stalling, and her patience is running a little thin. "Whatever, I'll count. Ready?"
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-11-08 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
She nods, and begins to count out loud. No sense risking any confusion.

"...2...1...now!"

Pidge tries only to focus on the next smasher, not the one behind her, not the next after the next, but she's tired, it's loud, the walkway vibrates like it's going to fall apart at any second. But she counts off, even as it takes every ounce of her focus and makes her head throb.

It's all she can do to keep Wash from seeing the tears pricking her eyes at the end of it. It's just a response to all the stress, but it's still a little embarrassing.
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-11-10 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
She can offer him a small smile for the praise, a silent thanks, but that's as far as either of them can go right now. She doesn't trust that door either, and absolutely not enough to sit down. So she leans against the wall and closes her eyes, just for a few moments.

"Sure, but we should-" Then she bolts back upright.

...Are those the robot's footsteps again?
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-11-10 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
She's in a battle stance, however much good it'll do in this situation. She can't fight off a robot without her bayard, but she can be ready for whatever it does.

...And then Wash is trying to send her away so, what, he can spare her the pain of watching him get torn apart? Absolutely not.

"No way! I'm not leaving you behind!"
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[personal profile] murderworldtributes 2016-11-10 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
That's entirely too much arguing and Foxface takes the opportunity to charge them both.

His ocular senses detect the small one leaving her position and running around his side, in a way that makes it seem like she's trying to get behind him. In a movement like a piston firing, his arms shoots out and grabs her by the arm before he tosses her back into the room she just came from.
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[personal profile] murderworldtributes 2016-11-11 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Clink.

Foxface's head jerks backwards from the force, and when he brings it back down, it's with a deliberateness that should communicate all the sudden rage that Wash's actions have sparked.

His left "eye" is shattered, exposing the wiring and the ocular device behind the glass. Which is also broken. And the way Foxface tilts his head may give away that Wash knocked out his vision in it completely.

It also gives away that Wash is a target. Foxface charges at him in an attempt to overpower and subdue him as quickly -and painfully- as possible.
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[personal profile] murderworldtributes 2016-11-13 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Wash's luck doesn't hold out a second time, and this time the bullet bounces harmlessly off Foxface's cheek, leaving only a tiny dent in his metal casing. But Wash is out of his line of sight before Foxface can catch him and it takes him longer to turn around than it would for Wash to escape. Pidge is almost forgotten in favor of wrecking the upstart agent and Foxface follows to where he suspects Wash has gone.

And Wash has not gone as far as he should have. Electricity sparks from his fist as Foxface advances on him, ready to subdue Wash by any means necessary.
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-11-13 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
Later, Pidge may appreciate the miracle that she stopped short of the crushers when she was tossed. But the sound is still as deafening and the vibration still as disorienting as ever, and when she opens her eyes, she's seeing stars.

And Wash shooting Foxface straight in the eye.

She gets to her feet slowly, but her mind goes a thousand miles a second. She can't attack Foxface without him knocking her away and there's no way she's trusting her luck a second time. He's too close to Wash to try to hack him, there's just no time. And she has no weapon-

...Well, no. That's not true, is it?

Pidge has always sort of prided herself on doing what needs to be done when the chips were really down. The incident in the Castle of Lions had cost her a friend, but helped save her friends from Zarkon's clutches. There's no reason she can't do it again now.

She has the grenade. And if she can get Wash out of the room, though there's no way he'd go along with it if he knew what she was planning. So she calls to him.

"Wash, I have an idea! Back up! Slowly!"
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[personal profile] murderworldtributes 2016-11-14 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Foxface shoots Pidge a glance with his good eye. He knows she's up to something, but he has no fear of her. Nothing she can do can harm him, and he knows it.

So he holds eye contact with Pidge for a few moments before advancing on Wash. It's as much for Wash's sake as it is for Pidge. Whatever happens now, it seems to say, the little one is next.
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-11-14 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Pidge narrows her eyes as Foxface stares straight into them. A bead of sweat trickles down her forehead and for a moment, she felt a jolt of panic that he might see it as a sign of weakness and she'd lose her opportunity.

She blinks first. There were more important things to pay attention to and she inhaled sharply as she saw Wash put his back against the wall. Good. He was far enough away for what she planned to do. Foxface turned away from her, probably to go take care of what he saw was the bigger threat.

Pidge reached into her coat pocket for the grenade, clinching it in her fist as she grabbed the pin in her teeth and yanked it out to follow through with a toss for all she was worth. She only had a second to yank her eyes up to her friend and mouth two words.

Sorry, Wash.

It rebounded off the door button and clattered to the floor below, right under Foxface's feet as the door slammed shut.
Edited 2016-11-14 04:41 (UTC)
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-11-14 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
Pidge had only a few seconds to do a lot of things completely perfectly...

Get out of the way while Foxface barreled down the walkway with all the power of a freight train. Catch the side of a heavily vibrating metal platform. Duck under that platform and cling to the rims to shield her from the grenade.

Hang on for dear life as the explosion deafened her for a second time in not even 10 minutes. Ignore the stinging in her arms and the burning sensation on her exposed fingers. Hope Foxface didn't come back to step on her hands and-

The sounds of metal crushing metal only faintly got through the ringing in her ears, but it wasn't hard to guess what happened, especially without the constant shaking of the crushers.

That was that then. Pidge slowly, achingly, awkwardly pulled herself up again. A lot of swinging and slapping the side of the walkway for purchase before finally hauling herself to whatever could pass for solid ground in this godforsaken place.

She wants to catch her breath for a moment, to just look at the crushers pounding stupid Foxface into scrap but-

Wash.

She's kind of glad the ringing in her ears is still drowning everything out, because she's not up for hearing Wash have what she's sure is a meltdown behind that wall. She bolts, stumbles, runs through the cloud of smoke still billowing from the explosion and smacks the button to open the door.

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