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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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"Fenton."
How did he even do that? It had been near silent.
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Did absolutely nothing. Which in turn did nothing to stop his heart pounding like drum. He really, really hated being crippled like this.
At least whoever this was, Brainy clearly knew them so he wasn't a danger. Except for potentially making them fall to their deaths. Scowling at the teen he snapped, "And just what's it you?"
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"And, just curious. What, er, happened to Brainy's, well, you know." Danny, sounding concerned, gestured to his own face, a circular movement indicating where the inhibitors had been.
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Grife, how had the kid sneaked up on them? How had he sprocking sneaked up on the ex-government spy?
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He held his fingers up to his cheeks.
"They regulate my personality - akin to psychoactive drugs. Provide stability. The Capitol perhaps thought that it would be...amusing."
He tried to put it into words, the devious currents that were splitting his mind in all directions but it come out as near nonsense.
"I fight against the time, and I fly on the white wings of the wind. North, south, east, and west. All at once."
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"Fuck." He might not particularly like Brainy, but he considered him an ally. And he wouldn't even wish what was happening to him on Vlad. "Anything I can do to help keep him in the here and now?
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Glancing between Fenton and his teammates Rokk frowned unhappily. His first instinct was to keep anyone he didn't know at a distance when they were this vulnerable. But Brainy recognised him and he'd offered to help even though he barely knew them. He had to be a decent person, some they might be able to trust.
Reluctantly he said, "Not a lot as far as I can tell. Beyond giving him something to focus on...." He hated this, being unable to do anything to help a friend, forced to just watch them struggle,
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Cranky? Lyle? Nooo, whatever gave you that impression? He gestured and Danny, then at Cosmic Boy.
"Cos, Danny Fenton. He's a teen hero Brainy made nice with last Arena. Mouthy, as they tend to me. Fenton, Cos. He's one of our teammates."
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He paused.
"Unless you feel like trying to stop us. That mild be mildly diverting and make us all entertaining to the people at home."
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Shaking his head he looked back at Danny irritably. "And now we've got a babysitter? Well if you're going to hang around and interfere I hope you've got something in mind to keep us entertained."
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"For someone who was complaining about me almost causing them to fall off the roof accidentally, you're certainly trying pretty hard to get me to do it intentionally."
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"Superheros have very low chances of self-interest based betrayal and he's not overly judgmental, just the usual levels of boring self-righteous sentiment. If the wager is being evil without killing anyone, I suppose there's plenty we can get away with without him getting incensed about it."
He paused, as if considering something.
"In fact, Daniel, what's the most evil thing you've seen a villain do that was short of murder? We're looking for ideas." Which was quite a crazy question to ask him but crazy wasn't bad when it came to creating the public perception they wanted. "If you don't want to name anything specific, just general evil trends would be helpful in directing our activities."
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"See, I'd answer that, but then you might think about doing it, and then I'd have to beat the hell out of you on sheer principle."
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