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three Legionnaires sneaking through the town / the Capitol went and broke one's crown
WHO| Open to Lyle Norg, Rokk Krinn, and/or Brainiac 5 and YOU!
WHAT| The Legionnaires puttering around the arena
WHEN| Week 1 Catchall for all three Legionnaires (May add more weeks if not much changes for Weeks 2 and 3.)
WHERE| Pick a scenario!
WARNINGS| cw: With Brainy: mental illness/a character essentially being forced off their meds
A) The Newsstand
The Legion holed up in an old news shop, largely because there was no front window that was easily breakable, just a door and broken sign saying "Plastino's Paper Shop."
They'd blocked the back door. The front was broken on its hinges but they'd moved some of the shelves to create a hurdle there so that they could easily attack someone that came in. The staircase that led upstairs had been left open in case they needed to make an escape to the roof since there were ways they could make their way down. Around them were shelves with all manner of things. One had snacks and candy that was mostly moldy but had a few edible things that could be picked out of it. There was refrigerator, long since broken, that had glass bottles of beverages inside that had probably long since gone bad. And there were shelves and shelves of rotten newspapers, moldy science fiction novels, pulp magazines, and comic books with titles like "Startling Stories," "Captain Future: Wizard of Science!" or "Tales of the Amazing."
When one of them wasn't out scouting, Rokk and Lyle planned things in hushed voices, keeping watch on the door. As a way of essentially focusing his mind on something that wouldn't cause it to overclock, Brainy had occupied himself with reading the tattered, moldy remains of a pulp magazine called "Stories of the Downright Unusual," that had a sinister green alien on the cover with a big head and futuristic ray gun. It advertised a story titled "The Green Menace: They Came From Planet Onzar!" and insisted it would shock and astound the reader.
"Astounding? Not astounding. Terribly insensitive," he was muttering to himself, frowning at it. "Space racists. Humans have no imagination. None. Bouncing graviton particle beams off the main deflector dish - nonsense. Nonsense. Utter nonsense."
He was still having difficulty keeping it together after having his personality inhibitors removed and that was partly why the atmosphere in the little shop was a bit...defensive, as his two friends were feeling particularly protective.
Because of the broken front door, there were some that might figure the place to be unoccupied who might poke their heads in but with how run-down many of the buildings were, the three Legionnaires knew that there weren't many places to hole up that were much better. So they were simply prepared to either chat with anyone that showed up to try to turn them away nonviolently, or, if any intruders felt like trying to attack, to turn them away forcibly.
B) A House Near the Orchards
They'd opted for snares in the trees. People might go to them seeking fruit and snares were simple and non-fatal - elegant in a way. The idea was to trap a few people, bicker about how to be evil without killing them and breaking the bet, annoying them for a while, and letting them go free, unhappy at their own lack of creativity.
It was risky but they needed at least some theatrics supporting their story, so while it increased the risk of retribution in the short-term, it might lead to their chances of being revived each time being greater in the long term.
Everyone loved a good villain and short of a ridiculously slow dipping mechanism, what else could they do?
So they waited for potential victims, pressed down low on the roof of the nearby house.
[ooc: Any characters that get snagged will be released, though they might get spooked during the ordeal, unsure of if they're going to be killed or not.]
c) Scouting
Brainy was in no condition to be moving around much - he was muttering to himself enough that people would be able to hear him in the fog, so despite the fact they didn't really want to be separated, Lyle and Rokk took turns going out alone to scout for more supplies and to get the lay of the land in the arena while the other stayed to mind him.
Luckily, they had a handy pick axe they each got to take with them when it was their turn. Not so luckily, it seemed that other Tributes weren't the only threat out there in the fog...
[ooc: Indicate which scenario you'd like and which combination of characters you want to thread with. In the first scenario (A), it can be all three characters or any combination of two of them. (Rokk or Lyle can be out scouting if you want Brainy with just one of them, or if you want just Rokk and Lyle, Brainy can be asleep.) In the second scenario (B) it's automatically all three of them. In the third scenario (C) you can get Rokk or Lyle by themselves, just pick one and note where your character finds them.]
WHAT| The Legionnaires puttering around the arena
WHEN| Week 1 Catchall for all three Legionnaires (May add more weeks if not much changes for Weeks 2 and 3.)
WHERE| Pick a scenario!
WARNINGS| cw: With Brainy: mental illness/a character essentially being forced off their meds
A) The Newsstand
The Legion holed up in an old news shop, largely because there was no front window that was easily breakable, just a door and broken sign saying "Plastino's Paper Shop."
They'd blocked the back door. The front was broken on its hinges but they'd moved some of the shelves to create a hurdle there so that they could easily attack someone that came in. The staircase that led upstairs had been left open in case they needed to make an escape to the roof since there were ways they could make their way down. Around them were shelves with all manner of things. One had snacks and candy that was mostly moldy but had a few edible things that could be picked out of it. There was refrigerator, long since broken, that had glass bottles of beverages inside that had probably long since gone bad. And there were shelves and shelves of rotten newspapers, moldy science fiction novels, pulp magazines, and comic books with titles like "Startling Stories," "Captain Future: Wizard of Science!" or "Tales of the Amazing."
When one of them wasn't out scouting, Rokk and Lyle planned things in hushed voices, keeping watch on the door. As a way of essentially focusing his mind on something that wouldn't cause it to overclock, Brainy had occupied himself with reading the tattered, moldy remains of a pulp magazine called "Stories of the Downright Unusual," that had a sinister green alien on the cover with a big head and futuristic ray gun. It advertised a story titled "The Green Menace: They Came From Planet Onzar!" and insisted it would shock and astound the reader.
"Astounding? Not astounding. Terribly insensitive," he was muttering to himself, frowning at it. "Space racists. Humans have no imagination. None. Bouncing graviton particle beams off the main deflector dish - nonsense. Nonsense. Utter nonsense."
He was still having difficulty keeping it together after having his personality inhibitors removed and that was partly why the atmosphere in the little shop was a bit...defensive, as his two friends were feeling particularly protective.
Because of the broken front door, there were some that might figure the place to be unoccupied who might poke their heads in but with how run-down many of the buildings were, the three Legionnaires knew that there weren't many places to hole up that were much better. So they were simply prepared to either chat with anyone that showed up to try to turn them away nonviolently, or, if any intruders felt like trying to attack, to turn them away forcibly.
B) A House Near the Orchards
They'd opted for snares in the trees. People might go to them seeking fruit and snares were simple and non-fatal - elegant in a way. The idea was to trap a few people, bicker about how to be evil without killing them and breaking the bet, annoying them for a while, and letting them go free, unhappy at their own lack of creativity.
It was risky but they needed at least some theatrics supporting their story, so while it increased the risk of retribution in the short-term, it might lead to their chances of being revived each time being greater in the long term.
Everyone loved a good villain and short of a ridiculously slow dipping mechanism, what else could they do?
So they waited for potential victims, pressed down low on the roof of the nearby house.
[ooc: Any characters that get snagged will be released, though they might get spooked during the ordeal, unsure of if they're going to be killed or not.]
c) Scouting
Brainy was in no condition to be moving around much - he was muttering to himself enough that people would be able to hear him in the fog, so despite the fact they didn't really want to be separated, Lyle and Rokk took turns going out alone to scout for more supplies and to get the lay of the land in the arena while the other stayed to mind him.
Luckily, they had a handy pick axe they each got to take with them when it was their turn. Not so luckily, it seemed that other Tributes weren't the only threat out there in the fog...
[ooc: Indicate which scenario you'd like and which combination of characters you want to thread with. In the first scenario (A), it can be all three characters or any combination of two of them. (Rokk or Lyle can be out scouting if you want Brainy with just one of them, or if you want just Rokk and Lyle, Brainy can be asleep.) In the second scenario (B) it's automatically all three of them. In the third scenario (C) you can get Rokk or Lyle by themselves, just pick one and note where your character finds them.]
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She held onto the axe tighter when Brainy told her to drop it, but he was right. It was a dangerous risk to take and if they really wanted to disarm her they could easily overpower her.
With a groan she threw the Axe to the ground, "Well excuse me for dying six times and never aging for longer then a few months before dying again." She muttered with a pout.
"If you try to take my stuff I'll scream and bring the monsters here. Then we'll all be in trouble." She added. It was a weak bluff, she had no idea how far away the nearest monsters were, but thanks to the fog hopefully neither would they.
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It was all he could do to act unaffected, to roll his eyes and huff irritably as Brainy chastised him. Although he could smile at her threat and comment to the others, "She's got nerve, I'll give her that. But she could warn others about our little trap."
Kicking the axe aside when she dropped it, Rokk helped control Sandy's fall once the snare was released, making sure she didn't hit the ground too hard though she did get a slight bump just for show and he didn't release his grip on her arms immediately.
"So what do you think we should do with her?"
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"Allow her to keep her belongings. We can take descriptions of any of her allies she doesn't want killed so she doesn't feel as much of an urge to caution people." He shook his head as he walked back towards them. "I won't. There are lines. We may need to bend to their will to survive, like we've so often done in the past, but there are still things - still areas we shouldn't bend unless forced to."
He stepped forward out of the mist, so that Sandy would see him better, and knelt in front of her, though not close enough to get kicked. It took all of his tremendous will to stay coherent but he managed because right now he needed to so that a child wouldn't be even more terrorized than they'd terrorized her already.
"Sandy, we're going to let you go but we're playing the game. You know plenty of people that do because they need to for their long-term survival. We can take descriptions of your any friends you want released, but if we find out you warned anyone openly about us, there will be retribution, even if it's not during this arena."
It made him sick. Threatening a child, even when it wouldn't be followed up on, even as part of an act, made him sick. But they had to work this into their image somehow. A rare merciful act could be hardened slightly by a threat of death. They'd already styled themselves as villains with an honor code.
"They...damaged me. My mind," he told her honestly. "I'm quite vulnerable at the moment. We need a tactic in response to that that isn't reliant on my being fully functional - and we're villains." His expression was almost rueful here. Her father had been a villain and she was a smart enough child to know that some might be people that felt trapped by their own mistakes. "It's what's expected of us. Death traps. Ridiculously slow dipping mechanisms into pits of superheated plasma. Sometimes one has to play their part to survive. Do you understand?"
And now emotional manipulation. Trying to create sympathy, trying to make their actions seem justified - as if they were surviving and scheming like everyone else. Playing to the viewers how it was expected of them.
He wasn't emotionally equipped for this, for this kind of deception when what he really wanted to do was give her hope, but honestly, which of the three of them truly was?
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He ranged a little further out, listening for the monsters that may or may not be nearby and leaving the kid-wrangling in Brainy's hands, and the Brainy-wrangling in Cos's. Brainy clearly already had some kind of rapport with her, and Cos was more than capable of compensating for anything that Brainy might let slip in the state he was in.
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Pruna was right, she was weak. But she was getting stronger. The ache she felt at thinking of someone both brain damaged by the capitol and a slave to their parents mistakes was shoved down into her stomach where it could fester and boil for awhile.
"It's a smart trap, but what do you plan on doing if more then one person is around when it goes off? You three outnumber me sure, I'm ninety pounds soaking wet. But what if you ended up catching someone who could actually do some damage and had a friend to cut them down before you got here?"
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Fortunately even as... scattered as he was, Brainy was doing a good job of projecting a more sympathetic front to balance out anything he did. Releasing Sandy, Rokk moved over to grab her axe and extend the handle towards her, though he wouldn't release it immediately if she tried to take it. He wouldn't blame her if she took a swipe at him the moment she had it back and it made it look more like he was using it ensure her compliance this way.
"We have thought about what might happen if we catch something bigger than you, don't worry about that." Inclining his head towards Brainiac 5, Cos went on, "That being the case, why don't you tell us about your allies like Brainiac said?"
At the very least this way they could be sure she had someone looking out for her.
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It was disgusting. It was one of the most disgusting things they'd had to do, acting so threatening to a child.
"Who would you like us to release if they stray our way? That's a concession we're willing to make. And I promised. The last time we spoke, I promised not to attack you. And I did't."
It was time to impress that whole sense of honor and honesty thing so she'd trust them and he was working through a fog of confusion the entire time he did it.
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Or, preferably, a monster. They could make a mess with a monster the way they couldn't with another Tribute. Back up with action the reputation they'd been trying to build with words.
He turned an eye on his friends' faces, watching for even the slightest sign of their actual feelings regarding issuing threats to little girls. He knew how to mentally divorce himself from such things, but he'd specifically had training. Cos was a natural, but he wasn't trained; and Brainy was...well, Brainy. Better to know now if he was going to need to step in for either of them.
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"Well since you're gonna let go any kids close to my age I'll just warn you that you'll live longer if you let Shepard go. Same for the smart mouthed guy Tony Stark." He may have been new but he was from her district.
"And even though she's older don't mess with Ellie or her friend Riley."
She looked like she was thinking hard.
"Most everyone else I know is strong enough and smart enough to take care of themselves." She added.
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And it sounded like she had people watching out for her too which was a relief to know. With that he let Sandy have her axe back and waved off into the fog dismissively.
"Why don't you run along then? You heard our 'master poisoner' we'd like to actually have some fun now so playtime is over."
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He tried to put inflection on his tone that made it sound as if she should be grateful they were letting her go - after stringing her up and terrifying her.
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"I expect this sort of crap from adults, guess you guys know what you're doing then."
Turning her back on them her shoulders slumped as she set out to leave the trees behind. A half hearted middle finger rose as she tried to make herself feel better by acting like one of the few adults she respected.