Murderworld Endgame [modplot]

[letsgolegion]

Who| Everyone who signed up for Plot Endgame
What| One group takes on Arcade, the others take down the mercenary Tributes once and for all
Where| All around the arena
When| Day 3
Warnings/Notes|

Arcade had intended to allow the arena to last for 20 more days, but he wasn't anticipating the consequences of capturing the Legionnaires. That meant that his entire operation started to fall apart on Day 3 of the Legionnaires being in the arena.

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[notwithoutafight]

The rows of cages were bothering Videl far more than she felt they had any right to. Was she imagining things, or did the muttations look more miserable than threatening? She barely heard what the others were talking about. Videl wasn't really paying attention to anything besides the cages (including watching the group's backs, as she'd been instructed to do) and didn't notice they'd stop until she walked right into Gwen.

"Sorry," she said absently, leaning around the group to get a look at what stopped them.

Another cage.

"No. No way, no." Videl pushed her way through the group and grabbed the back of Wash's shirt. "Do not go in there." She tried to sound authoritative, but her voice quaked. "It's definitely a trap. He's trying to lure us all in there so he can lock us in that cage and sic all these monsters on us. Trust me," Videl entreated, her grip on Wash's shirt tightening.

[deafleppard]

Was there ever going to be a moment when Gwen didn't wish she still had her spider-sense? No. This was probably how Billy felt. But he could be a hero without it, then so could she.

She had to be better.

Gwen's eyes went wide when they made it inside. Wash calling it a storage facility made sense, which put them in a pretty good position, all things considered. Gwen figured they could cause some real damage to Arcade's stupid arena from in here. They just needed to find a good place to start. Though she was immediately distracted by a bump by Videl. "Don't worry about it."

And the sight of a prisoner inside a cage. A cage that was... pretty ordinary, really.

"Hey." She called out to the one inside. "You alright in there? Don't worry, we're gonna put an end to all of this!"

[prettycoolguy]

Hell of a place Arcade had down here. Wash probably had it right, with teleportation technology there was no reason to have this staging area stretch out under the whole arena. It was still big enough to be a little sobering. They'd been thrown back and forth across the thing for three days, but it was so large inside it was hard to grasp the scale of the operation while you were caught inside it.

They passed death machines and neatly stored traps, muttations rattled cages or sulked in corners as the Chief passed the tip of the gun toward small motions. At one point, another of Arcade's xenomorphs rushed at them and attempted to lash out with the blade of its tail, the bars only just too narrow to let it through.

The Chief was very, very done with this place by the time they reached the apparent prisoner cage. He tended to agree with Videl, but saying that wouldn't steady her any.

"Nobody touch anything. It might be a trap."

When Gwen called out, he waited with the others to see what response she got.

[legionnpcs]

Pained coughing answered them at first. It goes on for a minute before it becomes clear that whoever's in there is laughing.

"Please. Ow. Anyone with half a brain woulda made the cell the safe spot and trap the outside." The voice, definitely male, is silent for a moment. "'Course, he's too busy setting up his lazy Battle Royale knockoff to do anything interesting like turn the floors into a slide to dump you all into a bumper car zone, isn't he? No sense of style, the murderin' bum."

Upon closer inspection, there's a battered and bruised little man chained to a wall in there with unkept red hair, white clothes nearly identical to Arcade's, and a face covered in the ugly green-yellow of three day old bruises. There's no real bed in his room, but there's a toilet and a bowl of water that're both placed just out of reach.

Still, he beams, showing a broad smile that's friendly despite the broken teeth, and spreads his hands as best he can with his manacles. "Howdy, folks. The name's Arcade. And lemme tell you what. You promise to get me out of here, I'll give you a special, once-in-a-lifetime master password for this tacky, uninspired excuse for a Murderworld."

He tilts his head forward just a bit, watching them between some of the loose strands of his shaggy, unwashed hair like an expectant child. "What d'ya say?"

[fourstars]

For a moment, Gohan wasn't sure how to respond. After how mentally taxing the last three days had been, he wasn't quite ready to accept the possibility that there was an added layer of complexity to everything that what was going on. He figured it was gonna be simple enough: find Arcade, and bring him to justice.

But two Arcades? Well... there was really only one experience Gohan had when it came to duplicates of the same person.

"Time travel..." Gohan murmured softly, dropping his hand a bit. The energy blast in his hand dissipating, as he moved closer and easily broke off one of the chains with a simple squeeze. "You're him, aren't you. From another time, I mean."