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legionworld2017-06-08 11:25 pm
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THE MIND SLAYER
Who| Plot Participants
What| Psychic Assassins!
Where| On Legion World
When|
Warnings/Notes| N/A
THE MIND SLAYER
She's been setting this up for weeks now. It's almost too easy with how trusting these Legion fools can be. If they'd only taken her seriously, if they hadn't laughed at her then... Well, things would be different. Now they'd welcome her with open arms. After she killed a few of them, of course.
This has to be done up close. She'd taken a job as a waitress in the mess halls. The older Legion, the ones who'd been at her tryout, didn't even recognize her. They deserved this more than their replacements. She almost feels sorry for them. But, no, she had to move before Saturn Queen went to trial in a few days. Meta, Esper, she's Esper now, can't risk any more time. If it's to be done, it has to be done now. She'd rather be further away, but her mental range isn't as long as she'd like. Tucked away into a dark corner of Legion World, she stood across from her costume. Heroes wore costumes, and she couldn't call herself that while doing this, but she could still draw strength from it.
She watches it, imagining how she'll look in it, and shivers. Nerves, she tells herself, glancing at the trigger device in her hands. "I'm sorry," Esper whispers. "But I deserve this." With the press of a button, the nanofactories kick into high gear and, for over a dozen Legionnaires, the lights go out. Whatever they're doing, their physical bodies instantly collapse and slump over, as if they're in a coma. Anyone coming too close, entering her psychic range, joins them.
They awaken almost instantly, finding themselves in a hellish amalgam. Parts of their worlds slammed together to make some twisted patchwork reality. And, like Oz himself, Esper's head appears above them, smiling with forced confidence. "You deserve to know what's happening, Legionnaires. My name is Esper! And you're locked into your own mindscapes. I've seeded you with teletechnology designed to tear your minds apart! It will be painless, mostly, but the weakest among you will fall to your own memories as my machines convince your subconscious that you shouldn't be alive." She drifts back a little, examining the group. "And, linked like this, if one of you falls, all of you die. Don't resist and make it more painful for yourselves. Just surrender and make it painless and easy for your friends. And don't try anything stupid. I'll be watching."
With that, she slides out, making sure her mindfield keeps people away from this section of Legion World, and that those who are still awake haven't noticed the heroes dropping like flies.
But she'll be back. And her machines have already set to work.
[[If you wish to have your characters discuss matters, set up your comments in the mingle post! Otherwise, make new toplevels for every mental scenario you'll work with.]]
What| Psychic Assassins!
Where| On Legion World
When|
Warnings/Notes| N/A
THE MIND SLAYER
She's been setting this up for weeks now. It's almost too easy with how trusting these Legion fools can be. If they'd only taken her seriously, if they hadn't laughed at her then... Well, things would be different. Now they'd welcome her with open arms. After she killed a few of them, of course.
This has to be done up close. She'd taken a job as a waitress in the mess halls. The older Legion, the ones who'd been at her tryout, didn't even recognize her. They deserved this more than their replacements. She almost feels sorry for them. But, no, she had to move before Saturn Queen went to trial in a few days. Meta, Esper, she's Esper now, can't risk any more time. If it's to be done, it has to be done now. She'd rather be further away, but her mental range isn't as long as she'd like. Tucked away into a dark corner of Legion World, she stood across from her costume. Heroes wore costumes, and she couldn't call herself that while doing this, but she could still draw strength from it.
She watches it, imagining how she'll look in it, and shivers. Nerves, she tells herself, glancing at the trigger device in her hands. "I'm sorry," Esper whispers. "But I deserve this." With the press of a button, the nanofactories kick into high gear and, for over a dozen Legionnaires, the lights go out. Whatever they're doing, their physical bodies instantly collapse and slump over, as if they're in a coma. Anyone coming too close, entering her psychic range, joins them.
They awaken almost instantly, finding themselves in a hellish amalgam. Parts of their worlds slammed together to make some twisted patchwork reality. And, like Oz himself, Esper's head appears above them, smiling with forced confidence. "You deserve to know what's happening, Legionnaires. My name is Esper! And you're locked into your own mindscapes. I've seeded you with teletechnology designed to tear your minds apart! It will be painless, mostly, but the weakest among you will fall to your own memories as my machines convince your subconscious that you shouldn't be alive." She drifts back a little, examining the group. "And, linked like this, if one of you falls, all of you die. Don't resist and make it more painful for yourselves. Just surrender and make it painless and easy for your friends. And don't try anything stupid. I'll be watching."
With that, she slides out, making sure her mindfield keeps people away from this section of Legion World, and that those who are still awake haven't noticed the heroes dropping like flies.
But she'll be back. And her machines have already set to work.
[[If you wish to have your characters discuss matters, set up your comments in the mingle post! Otherwise, make new toplevels for every mental scenario you'll work with.]]
SIEGE
The Americans down below, recognizable as Nick Fury and his Howling Commandos for anyone who knows their history, aren't faring well. Their hope for a stealth raid has been ruined by the searchlights mounted on the parapets, and they've been pinned behind rocks and fallen trees by German machine guns. While they're protected from the rattling fire of the machine guns, there's at least two mortars going off. Whoever's firing them isn't even trying to hit the Howlers, they're just keeping them corralled while the gunners get their kicks.
The sound's barely audible in the distance, especially with the explosions and ceaseless fire, but soon the roar of a high-powered motorcycle fills the air. Thundering across the battlefield, the machine hits the crest of a hill and soars through the air, the man in a red, white, and blue kicking off of it to carry himself to the top of the castle walls as the bike falls short, exploding in a fiery burst against the fortress walls. “Es ist der Amerikaner! Es ist
From there, the entire feeling of the area changes. Frantic, almost all guns are turned on Captain America as he storms over the walls, knocking soldiers to the side in his push towards the heavy weapons. The Howling Commandos cheer and leave cover to charge the castle as well, whooping battle cries and trailing grappling hooks… right as a mortar finds its way into their midst. Cap doesn’t seem to have noticed, he’s vanished into the castle, but he’d been depending on that backup. Not even a super soldier can stand up to an entire company of the Wehrmacht alone. It seems that this nightmare generator isn’t about traumatizing him, but outright killing him.
It’s going to take someone’s best efforts to search the castle in time to set this memory back on track before he’s convinced he died here. But taking down a few Nazis along the way can’t hurt things.
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Eh, fuck it. There's more than one way to storm a castle (seriously?), at least when you have vastly superior weapons. She's not even trying to win the battle, just cross the field to follow the guy on the bike.
Shepard pulls her sniper rifle from her back and goes prone behind a slight rise, leveling the weapon at the nearest machine gun emplacement. The gunner is a distraction, and she instead aims for the weapon itself. The barrel of gun shatters in a most satisfactory manner when her own mass accelerator round hits it, to a string of German curses the translation software in her omni-tool thoughtfully renders into English for her.
"Heh."
Wait. She doesn't actually have an omni-tool right now. She just thinks she does, so how--
--Dammit, she hates telepathy.
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She didn't try to kill anyone, she could never bring herself to kill humans, no matter what they're trying to do to her. She was supposed to be protecting humans, not killing them. Her Master had no issues with slaughtering innocents, but that was just the way that he was.
Like him, she easily cleared the wall and headed into the castle. She didn't know who this Captain America was, but she was going to help him out.