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Agent South Dakota ([personal profile] i_got_this) wrote in [community profile] legionworld2017-03-13 03:42 pm

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Who| South Dakota and You!
What| South making bad-life decisions (aka brother avoidance)
Where| Around the Ship and Legion World
When| First half of March
Warnings/Notes| Language, will add as necessary

South Dakota has never been accused of being a wholly mature person who makes informed decisions after careful consideration. Case in point, when her twin brother arrives on Legion she does her best to avoid him; she's not ready to give up her new-found Independence. On the same hand, though, he's always been an intergral part of her life and the moments she'd spent here without him always felt weird on some level.

So, with these two warring sides, she's been attempting to avoid him in general, and using her power to assume other people's personas when she couldn't sneak past him. So sometimes you might run into someone you swore you just left somewhere else, or - as the case is as the month wears on - you might see someone transforming into someone else as she comes or goes from where ever North is currently.

Feel free to run into any of the following that are actually South Dakota in disguise; South Dakota, America, Dave Strider, Texas, Robbie, or perhaps even random animals.
muroieda: (. all that glitters)

[personal profile] muroieda 2017-03-23 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
He could just stuff her in a bag and carry her around that way. No strength needed.

Junkrat laughs at her choice of words. She's denser than she looks? "Guess that's why ya hitched a ride as a spider on a stranger, huh?"

Obtuse sense of humor with puns aside, Junkrat ducks back into his camper and grabs another, different brand of beer. He pops the cap off of it like the first one, handing it to her before flopping into a beat-up folding lawn chair under a canvas awning that will have to pass as his front porch. There's another one open, if she cares to take a seat.

"Had plenty'a ideas," he says, taking a fond look over all of the nothingness and red soil. "Tried a few things fer size, nothin' felt quite roight. Not that I was short on inspiration, I've been to a lot of pretty spiffy places over the past couple'a years, but none of 'em really seemed to fill the hole."

He gestures vaguely into the distance.

"Ended up goin' with somethin' a bit more nostalgic. Here we are, who knows how many lightyears from where we came, goin'ta different planets and meetin' different species and aliens, and I think--at the end of the day--it's good ta come back home to a place that feels like home."