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legionworld2016-09-08 01:44 am
fantasmaniac) wrote in legionworld2016-09-08 01:44 am
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pick my brain all you want
Who| Reaper & Co. [ That means YOU♥ -- OPEN ]
What| Introduction to Legion World. Decked out in his edgelord gear, he goes for a walk.
Where| Ghosting around, locations will be noted.
When| Roughly after TTHS?
Warnings/Notes| None in particular
[ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ – ɴᴏ ᴘᴄ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ]
They almost seemed a little worried about how calmly he took to being explained everything that's been happening, a look almost like pity or genuine concern, and he couldn't understand why. His first train of thought was 'this is a dream, isn't it?', until he remembered that he doesn't really dream anymore. It's just blurry images and smoke, and he's pretty sure he doesn't sleep.
Which then brought him to question the bits and pieces of what happened before he blacked out. Suffocating, then feeling his skin burn more, alongside the ever-present crackle of decay that he always feels. He's just glad that wasn't the killing blow, because damn, choking to death sucks. What a way to go. More importantly, it's not the method that bothers him but the circumstances surrounding it. He's a busy guy, he had shit to accomplish before he disappeared from existence entirely. Hell to raise. People to torture. All that fun stuff. Like hell he was going to cease to exist permanently before he did any of that.
So it's almost a relief. Hah.
He barely spoke, only replied in short, almost curt, answers as he understood perfectly. His recovery time was relatively quick, so by the time the portly fellow barged into his room, he was well aware of the situation. That's not to say he believed it (this could easily be mind tricks, an illusion, something involving a virtual simulator), at least not until he could prove he wasn't being tricked. So when the offer was made, he didn't exactly reply. Chalking it up to confusion and perhaps a needing a little time to adjust, they gave him the option of coming back to the decision later, and they left him alone after running a routine scan to make sure he was fit to leave the facility.
He didn't notice it while they were talking, but his mask was sitting by him on the table the whole time.
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[ ʜᴀʙɪᴛᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴄᴋ ]
A. Watchpoint: Gibraltar
If he didn't think he was being tricked before, this sure convinces him he is being tricked now more than ever. Watchpoint: Gibraltar is a very distinct landmark, and how it's just oddly placed alongside other foreign structures make this all the more confusing. What's the point of all this? Why is this landmark here, placed like this?
He reaches out to touch the side of the wall as if testing to see if it's real, clawed fingers clacking audibly against it.
B. The Temple of Anubis
The Temple of Anubis also stands alone on its own, like someone just laser-cut around the area, lifted it up, and placed it down onto this plot of land. It's jarring. Suspicious. He has nothing to work with though, only able to continue along with presuming this is all just some elaborate plot to get into his head.
The more he wanders around, flitting through the darkest shadows and corridors of the temple, the more real it all feels. It's unsettling. He entertains the thought of this all being real– but if it is, the coincidence of being brought to some place (another universe?) that reminds him too much of Overwatch is almost a little too ridiculous to consider.
What| Introduction to Legion World. Decked out in his edgelord gear, he goes for a walk.
Where| Ghosting around, locations will be noted.
When| Roughly after TTHS?
Warnings/Notes| None in particular
[ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ – ɴᴏ ᴘᴄ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ]
They almost seemed a little worried about how calmly he took to being explained everything that's been happening, a look almost like pity or genuine concern, and he couldn't understand why. His first train of thought was 'this is a dream, isn't it?', until he remembered that he doesn't really dream anymore. It's just blurry images and smoke, and he's pretty sure he doesn't sleep.
Which then brought him to question the bits and pieces of what happened before he blacked out. Suffocating, then feeling his skin burn more, alongside the ever-present crackle of decay that he always feels. He's just glad that wasn't the killing blow, because damn, choking to death sucks. What a way to go. More importantly, it's not the method that bothers him but the circumstances surrounding it. He's a busy guy, he had shit to accomplish before he disappeared from existence entirely. Hell to raise. People to torture. All that fun stuff. Like hell he was going to cease to exist permanently before he did any of that.
So it's almost a relief. Hah.
He barely spoke, only replied in short, almost curt, answers as he understood perfectly. His recovery time was relatively quick, so by the time the portly fellow barged into his room, he was well aware of the situation. That's not to say he believed it (this could easily be mind tricks, an illusion, something involving a virtual simulator), at least not until he could prove he wasn't being tricked. So when the offer was made, he didn't exactly reply. Chalking it up to confusion and perhaps a needing a little time to adjust, they gave him the option of coming back to the decision later, and they left him alone after running a routine scan to make sure he was fit to leave the facility.
He didn't notice it while they were talking, but his mask was sitting by him on the table the whole time.
▶▶▶
[ ʜᴀʙɪᴛᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴄᴋ ]
A. Watchpoint: Gibraltar
If he didn't think he was being tricked before, this sure convinces him he is being tricked now more than ever. Watchpoint: Gibraltar is a very distinct landmark, and how it's just oddly placed alongside other foreign structures make this all the more confusing. What's the point of all this? Why is this landmark here, placed like this?
He reaches out to touch the side of the wall as if testing to see if it's real, clawed fingers clacking audibly against it.
B. The Temple of Anubis
The Temple of Anubis also stands alone on its own, like someone just laser-cut around the area, lifted it up, and placed it down onto this plot of land. It's jarring. Suspicious. He has nothing to work with though, only able to continue along with presuming this is all just some elaborate plot to get into his head.
The more he wanders around, flitting through the darkest shadows and corridors of the temple, the more real it all feels. It's unsettling. He entertains the thought of this all being real– but if it is, the coincidence of being brought to some place (another universe?) that reminds him too much of Overwatch is almost a little too ridiculous to consider.
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There's quite a few oddities in this program, he thinks. It starts chalking up to Definitely Suspicious and Possibly Not a Virtual Reality, which... is really not all that better, but better than being monitored.
It doesn't mean he's going to let his guard down, and he's certainly not going to waste his bullets. He found out early on that he cannot materialize his weaponry anymore. Frustrating. But despite all that, he readies his Hellfire shotguns anyway and slowly– almost like he's fading into smoke, soft tendrils of black wisps fluttering at the edges– he melts into the shadows of a dark entryway. Not too dark that someone wandering in couldn't adjust to it quickly enough, but dark enough that he probably wouldn't be able to trust his own eyes.
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Casey watches this guy start...smoking? from his hiding place and his immediate impulse is to draw his hockey stick. He acts on that one but not the impulse that tells him to go in swinging. Especially when he blinks and the guy is gone. OK, weird. And it sets off some alarm bells in his head.
And he doesn't pay attention to any of them, stepping out from behind cover and gripping his stick in a defensive stance. His body is alert and his senses are all focused on finding the copycat creep. Which he does in time to realize that he...might not have gone all that far if that shape in the corner is any indication.
"I know you're there!" He shouts, just in case it actually is him. "G-get out here and I won't hafta get rough with ya!"
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Were you talking to him? Sorry, that's nothing but a broken pillar, jagged in edges that may have reproduced the look Casey may have been looking out for. But to his credit, Reaper is still nearby.
There's a fluttering sound behind him.
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He answers the sound with a sweep of his stick. He's not going to let this creep get the jump on him, that's a vow.
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He chuckles, the low raspy sound of it echoing through the air as he darts off to one side. Before the rest of his body becomes completely solid, his hand grabs the stick to wrench it from Casey's grasps.
"Nice mask, kid."
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And all of a sudden Casey realizes how much trouble he might actually be in. He's picked fights with a lot of criminal scum over the years, including a ghost, but this time there's no magic dagger to jam in his back and suck him in and throw him into the sea.
He fights back with all his might refusing to budge to this guy. He can feel his heart beating against his ribs, and his face twists into a snarl. Even though ghosty can't see it. This is no time to show fear.
"It's The Reaper to you, scum." He'd spit, but then he'd have to clean his mask. "Where'd you get yours, the Halloween store?"
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He'd laugh again, but he's actually a little offended. Just a little. While the information is trivial at best, and he doesn't let his surprise show in his actions, one can't help but think that the world is too small for more than one Reaper. Did it make that much of a difference since he added the word 'The' in front of it?
"Made it myself. Broke a lot of legs to get this jawline just right."
When Casey pulls too hard and tries to fight him, he lets go of the stick. Even if he didn't underestimate the kid, he doesn't seem to be in any condition to be fighting against him. He's poorly equipped, for one.
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Somehow.
"You think you're scaring me?" No matter how hard Casey's breathing or how agitated he seems, it's only because of the adrenaline coursing through his veins. "That doesn't even make sense."
Was he breaking the legs with the jawline of the mask? It's stupid. He takes a step backwards after he's free and taps the hockey stick on the ground, which anyone with even a passing knowledge of hockey would interpret exactly as he means it: Come at me, bro.
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That's because you're dumb and you don't get his joke! He could explain that he meant that many legs were broken to harvest the perfect bones for his mask, but that would kind of ruin the quip. So he just stares straight ahead and shakes his head just barely. It's a waste of breath.
As Casey manages to wrest himself away, he just stares at him quietly. He could do just that, come at him and knock him out, drain him of his life as he's unconscious-- but, man. Scuffling with a kid just seems kind of a waste of time?? So instead of actually running at him, he goes into Wraith Mode again and flies straight towards him, the smoke whipping noisily around him.