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thelegion2017-08-10 08:00 pm
atippleoftransparency) wrote in thelegion2017-08-10 08:00 pm
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[video] The Reject Pile [closed to those that have signed up for this part of plot]
cw: for child death/harm
[When Invisible Kid shows up on screen there's something wrong. He's got a grin so big it looks like it could split his face, and there's something wrong with his eyes. They're glowing with a yellow glow and he has strange, oblong, almost cat-like pupils.]
[When he speaks, there's something wrong with his voice, too. It doesn't sound like Lyle, the cadence and tone are off. If anything, it somehow sounds the same as the villain who'd bragged about wearing a meatsuit that'd tried to blow everyone up during the fight with the Legion of Supervillains.]
Well well well, you Legionnaires sure seem to be rallying in the face of disaster. Guess I'll have to ruin it for you! Lucky for me the Brainiacs finally decided to make a mess of things! I've been looking over Brainiac 8's shoulder for a while now, waiting for her to do part of my work for me.
It wasn't easy being patient. After that big metal idiot prevented me from blowing you all up during the fight with the Legion of Supervillains, I've been dying for a chance to kill you all again!
[The grin somehow widens, even though it shouldn't be possible.]
You're probably wondering who I am. The accursed, fetid, incomprehensible monster from outside of time and space that's forced me to work for him as his Herald calls me The Devil, but his obsession with archetypes and the Tarot is stupid anyway.
The name's Bill Cipher.
A few of you have probably heard of me because of Pine Tree. He even wrote everything about me in this little book of his, figuring you might need it to fight me!
[He holds up a red notebook filled with notes and pictures of aliens and creatures.]
But don't expect him to help you. [The book starts to burn in his hand. Then he picks up...a utility belt.]
To make sure he wouldn't interfere, I put a power inhibitor on him, took all his gear, and shoved him out an airlock!
[To prove he's not lying, he tosses the utility belt away and picks up...a very familiar hat, placing it on his -- on Lyle's -- head.]
Don't worry about how hard it'll be to find his asphyxiated, lifeless body in the unforgiving void, though -- you're all going to join him soon! This invisible moron has access to Brainiac 5's rejected experiment vault. It's filled to the brim with unholy horrors and failed experiments capable of bending space and time itself.
Two years ago, I used this meatsuit to sabotage Brainiac's device, but Norg here fixed it in time to send the Legionnaires to a pocket dimension instead of vaporizing them -- but not this time. Thanks to Brainiac 5, this time I'll turn you Legionnaires inside out, strip away the information that makes you exist as matter, and pluck out your hydrogen molecules. That's if the Unmolded Ones don't erase you out of existence first!
[With that, he laughs, and behind him, a vault door opens, releasing...things. Terrible things. Machines that hover and emit shrieking sounds that cause the metal around them to oxidize. Floating vortexes that invert the structure of anything they touch. Rotating devices, meant to repair structures with a special adhesive, that spread their spider web like material over anything they perceive as broken, to fix it -- that unfortunately think organic life is so broken that it needs to be knitted together with other organic material.]
[This is all the stuff that was so dangerous Brainy didn't even try to keep making it work. It's the stuff that made him go "Oh, sprock!" and hit a panic button of some kind. Since not all of them could be safely deconstructed easily -- or needed some time for their dimensional half-life to pass before they faced decohesion -- the vault is where they're consigned until they can safely be taken apart or fade away on their own.]
[The rejected machines, anomalies, and ideological biohazards -- pour out around Bill and he fades away from view, using Lyle's invisibility. Even though he fades, a laugh remains.]
AHAHAHAHAHA!
[ooc: This is locked to anyone that signed up for "The Reject Pile." (You can jump in right after you sign up, as long as sign ups are still open.) Other characters can be handwaved as off on missions.]
[When Invisible Kid shows up on screen there's something wrong. He's got a grin so big it looks like it could split his face, and there's something wrong with his eyes. They're glowing with a yellow glow and he has strange, oblong, almost cat-like pupils.]
[When he speaks, there's something wrong with his voice, too. It doesn't sound like Lyle, the cadence and tone are off. If anything, it somehow sounds the same as the villain who'd bragged about wearing a meatsuit that'd tried to blow everyone up during the fight with the Legion of Supervillains.]
Well well well, you Legionnaires sure seem to be rallying in the face of disaster. Guess I'll have to ruin it for you! Lucky for me the Brainiacs finally decided to make a mess of things! I've been looking over Brainiac 8's shoulder for a while now, waiting for her to do part of my work for me.
It wasn't easy being patient. After that big metal idiot prevented me from blowing you all up during the fight with the Legion of Supervillains, I've been dying for a chance to kill you all again!
[The grin somehow widens, even though it shouldn't be possible.]
You're probably wondering who I am. The accursed, fetid, incomprehensible monster from outside of time and space that's forced me to work for him as his Herald calls me The Devil, but his obsession with archetypes and the Tarot is stupid anyway.
The name's Bill Cipher.
A few of you have probably heard of me because of Pine Tree. He even wrote everything about me in this little book of his, figuring you might need it to fight me!
[He holds up a red notebook filled with notes and pictures of aliens and creatures.]
But don't expect him to help you. [The book starts to burn in his hand. Then he picks up...a utility belt.]
To make sure he wouldn't interfere, I put a power inhibitor on him, took all his gear, and shoved him out an airlock!
[To prove he's not lying, he tosses the utility belt away and picks up...a very familiar hat, placing it on his -- on Lyle's -- head.]
Don't worry about how hard it'll be to find his asphyxiated, lifeless body in the unforgiving void, though -- you're all going to join him soon! This invisible moron has access to Brainiac 5's rejected experiment vault. It's filled to the brim with unholy horrors and failed experiments capable of bending space and time itself.
Two years ago, I used this meatsuit to sabotage Brainiac's device, but Norg here fixed it in time to send the Legionnaires to a pocket dimension instead of vaporizing them -- but not this time. Thanks to Brainiac 5, this time I'll turn you Legionnaires inside out, strip away the information that makes you exist as matter, and pluck out your hydrogen molecules. That's if the Unmolded Ones don't erase you out of existence first!
[With that, he laughs, and behind him, a vault door opens, releasing...things. Terrible things. Machines that hover and emit shrieking sounds that cause the metal around them to oxidize. Floating vortexes that invert the structure of anything they touch. Rotating devices, meant to repair structures with a special adhesive, that spread their spider web like material over anything they perceive as broken, to fix it -- that unfortunately think organic life is so broken that it needs to be knitted together with other organic material.]
[This is all the stuff that was so dangerous Brainy didn't even try to keep making it work. It's the stuff that made him go "Oh, sprock!" and hit a panic button of some kind. Since not all of them could be safely deconstructed easily -- or needed some time for their dimensional half-life to pass before they faced decohesion -- the vault is where they're consigned until they can safely be taken apart or fade away on their own.]
[The rejected machines, anomalies, and ideological biohazards -- pour out around Bill and he fades away from view, using Lyle's invisibility. Even though he fades, a laugh remains.]
AHAHAHAHAHA!
[ooc: This is locked to anyone that signed up for "The Reject Pile." (You can jump in right after you sign up, as long as sign ups are still open.) Other characters can be handwaved as off on missions.]
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We don't know if the Stantz's miracle slime will do a damn thing. If it does, that's fine. If it doesn't, then we need to break Norg. Then we'll dope him with enough painkillers to take the worst of the pain off, and set him to work.
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If he can't handle someone who's lived this exact situation telling him how things can be handled, then he doesn't need to be on this mission.
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I expected better of you, of all people.
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I can work with someone I disagree with. You, of all people, know that. I cannot work with people who don't respect me and refuse to acknowledge my qualifications and previous experiences.
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Respect goes both ways. When all I get is people telling me that my methods repulse them and that my entire life is 'wrong', where does that leave me?
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Concern yourself less with your pride and more with accomplishing the mission. If this succeeds, you will have time to answer those questions. If you do not?
You will never understand how satisfying it is to prove him wrong.
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I wash my hands of this entire situation. If it turns out the slime works, great. If it turns out you people need to use my tactics to win, fine. I'm going to be on Colu saving lives rather than having to deal with Washington's lack of professionalism.
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We will see this done. No matter what it comes to. It is all that matters, now.