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[ The camera feed turns on, and it's immediately an in-focus, decently framed shot. Robbie actually has experience with selfie feeds and took the time to learn the controls before he started shooting.

The content is being winged, though, because it's really hard to screw up hello. Robbie grins at the camera.
]

The Pledge of a Legion, so that's a thing.

[ There's just enough of a rush to his voice to slur the edges of the words into "Pledge of Allegiance". Saying hi doesn't mean he can't amuse himself for a split second while testing the waters for possible temporarily-borrowed contemporaries. ]

Never actually had to vow before. Sign things, yes. This is kind of more official than I like to work, but a team's a team. You guys can help me with the future deets, and I'll start working on that new catchphrase for you.

[ And a new pledge, and a new team name, because wow. It's all so on-the-nose that it hurts, or maybe it's the smell of raw earnestness wafting around this place. He might've written up a few theoretical oaths for the New Warriors, back in the day, but he never got around to showing them to anyone. Enacting them, though, that takes consensus. Robbie doesn't think he'd have managed it.

He throws a deuce, because he'll never have another chance to confuse future alien peoples.
]

What up, Legion? Speedball in the house.
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[ It’s that time again, gang! Grif’s broadcasting from scenic his room. You can tell it’s Grif’s room because it is an absolute disaster area. There’s all kinds of empty containers strewn everywhere, a pizza box, his other uniform (it’s rumpled and in serious need of a wash), and scattered bits of an orange suit of armor. Of note to those who’ve born witness to this appalling scene before, the far wall has a shiny little plaque on it. That’s new.

All of this is visible in the frame because Grif’s slouching back in his chair with the comm propped up on his desk. He’s a scruffy, somewhat flabby guy swiveling his chair lazily to and fro with one leg while eating… something as he talks. With his mouth full. Because Grif. ]


Alright guys, it’s come to my attention, as the one who tries to keep track of this shit around here, that we have new people. And when we have new people, that means we have new superpowers to figure out how they work.

[ Because clearly, clearly Grif is the only member of the team to take an interest in others and what they can bring to the table. It’s not that he’s nosy and just wants to know if anyone has eye lasers yet. He just gives and gives for this group, he swears.

Grif deigns to swallow before he continues. ]


So: New people. Lay it on me. Who are you, and can you do anything awesome? If it’s not awesome, make it sound awesome, cause that’s what I’m here for.

I’ll start for you:

[ He thumbpoints at his chest, getting space twinkie crumbs everywhere because he’s using that hand. ]

I’m Grif, Doubletime if you want to be that nerd who uses my code name, and I’m pretty much the fastest thing on this ship. Which is awesome.

[ He pauses for a moment, then adds, ]

…And the rest of you should probably come say hi? Tell them stuff? And tell me about the mission because I was stuck back here babysitting the ship and I mean... I took a lot of good naps, but...

[ He shrugs. Then he finishes off the space twinkie, balls up the wrapper, and throws it over his shoulder where it lands on top of the orange helmet. He is not even remotely concerned by this. ]

((( This is a free for all mingle post! Grif will reply to everyone who responds, but if you want to have a character jump into a thread with anyone you are absolutely welcome and, in fact, encouraged. This is set after the end of Lantern Plot, so characters who've been away on that are able to tag in too. )))

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Jun. 17th, 2016 03:44 pm
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[The video comes on and Vance is...red. Cheeks, face, neck. Even his ears are red. It takes a moment for him to clear his throat.]

Uh...

Right. I apparently needed a reminder to never Google myself. Or, you know, whatever the equivalent is in the future. But is this usually a thing these days?

I mean, maybe I should be more used to this from the Avengers. I know they did this sort of thing back home sometimes, but...yeah.

I also never want to see the fan art. I love you, Rich, but...no.
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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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[The fight between the Spectre and Galactus is the kind of fight that can devastate worlds. That's why the Legion successfully managing to get the Surfer to lead Galactus away from Braal was so important.]

[But the end result is something...unexpected. The exposure of a particular cosmic being watching everything.]

[After he's caught, what he has to say changes everything.]

[The broadcast catches it all. Though the news drones were downed, the Legion's observation drones are working, and that means it puts all the video on the network in real-time.]

[So they see it: the reason they've been brought here. The being responsible. The change in what they're fighting for. They see it all.]
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[They get a transmission from the outpost orbiting the planet where new displacees appear, the battered remains of the planet Phelolu. It's a priority distress call, so the message is received by every Legionnaire and all major posts on Legion World.]

[The commanding officer of the response team is a Carggite, Dr. Trez. All three of her grey-haired selves look shaken. Behind her, the main viewscreen of the outpost is cracked and consoles are sparking. The outpost has clearly come under heavy attack.]

Mayday mayday, this is Legion Outpost Phelolu, we are under attack by a 10X10 threat! I repeat, it is a 10X10 threat. Do not send a response team. I repeat: do not send a response team! We'll leave monitoring equipment on for surveillance but all personnel is evacuating the outpost.

Over!

[And that is the only message they get. She quickly reforms into one self, and leaves the console, helping a crew member that's fallen. The entire command deck shakes once. Then again. Fortunately, all members of the team escape the command deck and the hatch to the threshold room closes.]

[By the time the hull rips open, it's plenty of time for them to have escaped through a threshold gate. It's hard to see what causes the breach. There is only a flash of silver and all of a sudden a chunk of it is gone. More of it gets ripped away, and there's a brief flash of something blue and sparkling. With another flash of silver, the whole deck explodes and the camera view is lost. The monitoring system shifts to an external camera as a default so that they can see the field of wreckage outside. There is only a small, barely functioning hunk of the outpost left. The rest is a debris field that's obscuring the view of the planet. Ice dust from the vaporization systems creates a huge cloud that the barely functioning lights reflect off in the void.]

[That's when they see it looming out through the debris field. It's an incomprehensible being, a force of nature, and each sentient's mind must try to make what sense of it that it can by assigning it some kind of image. To many humanoids, what they see is the face of an impossibly huge man.]
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[ Grif, uncharacteristically, has left a text post instead of filming himself with the camera out of focus or too close to his face or with a thumb over the lens. Weird. At least the complete lack of capitalization isn't surprising.]

so how is everyone's training crap going?

just curious. no reason.

by the way, you know that thing the flash can do where he uses his speed powers to go through walls? total bullshit.

ps: some of you are new, and i want to know what your deal is. do we have anyone who shoots eye lasers yet? that would be awesome.

(OOC: This is dated to after the mission. Preemptively declaring I do not mind if you threadhop each other to talk about training or w/e as long as the other player involved is cool with it!)
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[There's a fox on the screen. A humanoid fox, sitting in his hospital bed, still wearing his patient hospital scrubs.]

[He's wearing sunglasses (indoors) and has a very flat expression on his face, as if he is unimpressed by space, aliens, randomly having superpowers, and being conscripted into a superhero team. It's highly likely that if he had access to a latte somehow, he'd probably be sitting there and nonchalantly sipping it.]

Apparently, I'm a superhero now. Also apparently I'm part of a team, so I figured I'd introduce myself.

Nick Wilde, formerly (though still technically) officer of the Zootopia Police Department.

Hi.

I'm here with my partner, Judy. If you haven't met her yet, she's a bunny and on the smaller side, so I feel the need to warn anyone that might possibly make the profound mistake of underestimating her to not do it. When it comes to the two of us, I'm the one that speaks softly -- she's the big stick.

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