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To my current students:

[On his side in the middle of what looked to be an abandoned hotel lobby, Aizawa looked into the camera with the same level of enthusiasm that he maintained in near any scenario: nothing. He seemed adamant on not moving at all.]

Consider this next week a vacation. I'm going to be taking personal time.

[It was a planned announcement, albeit one he hadn't intended to make for awhile, yet.]

For those of you taking physical training with me--keep it down to light exercise for the duration that I'm gone. For anyone taking sessions with me to further develop your abilities, practice the exercises from last week. Anyone coming to me for counseling can still freely contact me though only via text. I'll respond in a timely manner.

[He hadn't moved an inch that whole time.]

Also--I'll be needing a medic. No rush.
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[A rather awkward and uncomfortable looking 15 year-old boy with extremely unkempt hair comes over the video feed. He's obviously not used to things like this.]

[Namely: Being social in any capacity with people outside his class.]


Uh. H-hello, my name is M-Midoriya Izuku, U.A. Superhero High School class 1-A. Not that, um, not that anyone probably knows what that is, alternate universes and all...

[He catches himself slouching as his words drift off to almost whisper-quiet, his bashful nature getting the better of him. He quickly sits back upright, and speaks louder.]

I've just joined the Legion, and so I'd like to introduce myself. Which I...just did. Right. My, uh, my hero name is Deku, which is also my nickname back home, so feel free to call me that...if you want to, of course...

[Normally, he wouldn't be nearly this flustered, but being told you're going to face an unspeakable evil of cosmic, universe eating proportions can do that to a person.]

A-Anyway! I just want to say, I might be young and inexperienced, but I look forward to working with you all!

[Please, someone tell this child to unclench. At this rate it seems like he might pass out from awkwardness if left to his own devices.]
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Listen up, Legion. Unfortunately, our little vacation from catastrophe is apparently over. (Surprise surprise.)

The Legion outpost around Phelolu just registered a new incursion through the rift, made up of several groups of people, all of them apparently armed with different colored power rings, not unlike the one that used to be wielded by your fellow Legionnaire, Hal Jordan, and not unlike the ones wielded by the various Lanterns of ancient galactic history.

The outpost was attacked by yellow and red ringwielders, but was successfully defended by ringwielders with pink, purple, blue, and green rings.

The outpost staff sent us the footage they captured.

[Footage briefly plays, showing the view outside the outpost of several groups of Lanterns fighting each other, glowing in various colors. The ones bearing yellow and red rings look terrible and sinister. Some of them look like they're mostly made up of claws and fangs, and the reds spew flaming blood at their enemies, burning some of them alive.]

[The violets are beautiful as they fly around with their crystalline powers -- and er, slightly scantily clad. The indigo tribesman are few but an impressive force on the battlefield, redirecting ring energy with their staffs. The greens and blues seem to work together very well -- green constructs bolstered by blue energy -- as if the blues were made to support the greens. After a successful defense is mounted for the Legion outpost and the red and yellow lanterns are dealt considerable damage, with many of them successfully captured, first the yellows retreat with stargates and then the reds.]

After the yellow and red Lanterns retreated to locations unknown, the contingents of pink, purple, blue, and green Lanterns contacted the outpost and were diverted to Legion World, where their situation was explained to them. Between Brainy's scans and their own words, we've determined that they're from the 21st century, in a slightly alternate universe, rather than our universe's own past. (And also an alternate to your universe, Jordan).

There are rumors that the Lanterns all retreated to the edge of the universe back in ancient times, and we believe that the reds and yellows may have left to seek out any of their counterparts that exist in this universe in the 31st century. If they find them -- and the location of the power batteries that would let them link up and recharge their rings -- we could be looking at a renewal of the ancient war they all used to fight.

The other contingents of Lanterns are allied together and asking for the Legion's help in stopping the reds and yellows. The greens think they already have a lead on where the ancient Green Lanterns settled in our universe. They think it might be on the remains of a once living planet called Mogo, who was a Green Lantern, and think they know where to find him. The pinks can apparently detect something similar and think they can find the power source that the pinks of this universe used to use in ancient times.

I'm going to be leading a team to go with them, as an escort and to help mount an offense against the reds and yellows before they return to wreak havoc in civilized space. The Lanterns we'll be working with aren't familiar with this century or any of its politics, and they're also even unfamiliar with some of its species since they didn't exist until certain worlds were colonized.

The team I bring has to be prepared to wield any rings we might be able to get our hands on. After seeing the power profiles they were able to give us, we're going to need all the firepower we can get. Our own powers might not cut it.

Questions, concerns, protests, or letters of resignation because an ancient space war is restarting and who needs that nass -- go.

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Jun. 8th, 2016 03:40 pm
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So, I think we've all earned a night off, yeah?

I was looking up bars down on Earth, but this one club I came across sounds like it might be good for this group. There's a whole separate part of it that's got entertainment for the 14-18 set, apparently. Antigrav moon bounce, stuff like that.

Equally relevant to our interests: no cover charge for Legionnaires.

I'll be down by the threshold hub to head out at seven. Be there or be square.

[ Hal has completely forgotten that the legal drinking age in the United Planets is 14.

Hal does not realize that the younger-targeted section of this club is in fact equally well-equipped for that particular entertainment.

Hal is going to be facepalming very hard later tonight. ]




( OOC: Log forthcoming later tonight, but the Drunkening is happening. Prepare yourselves. )
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[A rather tired looking face rose up into a video feed, surrounded by a soft yellow mass. It looked as if his head had been shoved into a Coney Island cutout--but, the cutout was absent of anything but plush yellow fabric. He shifted slightly, sniffing with what clearly looked to be disinterest.]

It sounds like you've all had a good run, so far. Despite that, I hope no one thinks they're beyond a little tutoring and critique.

[He seemed to retreat a bit into the yellow fabric.]

My name is Aizawa Shouta and I'm a Professional Hero. If you need advice or even a good place to hone your skills while you're not currently on a mission--I'm in my biome and I've had it fitted for the sake of physical and strategic training.

[The entire time, he struggled desperately to emote and yet--nothing happened.]

Alright, that seems good enough to get the point across. Talk to me.

[--Without a hint of dramatic flair, Aizawa's feed cut.]
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[Rocket is peering too closely at his omnicom for a moment as he speaks, tapping on the screen and grumbling.]

Is this thing-okay, yeah, here we go.

[He pulls back so he can look at it more clearly, laying his ears back and frowning a bit.]

Hey, new guy here. I gotta work on the guns I came with to get them up to spec. Any techie types, there a spot where you guys usually work?

[Tech types, prepare to lock your toolchests down, or you're going to come back to an absolute nightmare.]

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