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Post by the Hive on Dec 11, 2020 9:40:30 GMT -5
Outsider versus Legion At Grindhouse, as soon as V won the Asylum Championship, Legion reappeared to take what she felt due. Someone else has made V a victim in the past, though-- then promptly became one himself. And, in fact, is making a big return, and perhaps doesn't like the spotlight being hogged. We predict intensity off the charts!
Roleplay Deadlines: Friday, December 18th, 2020 at 9 PM PST, 12 AM EST, 11 PM CT(US) Saturday, December 19th, 2020 at 5 AM(UK)
Roleplay Limit 2 RPs, up to 1000 words apiece OR A single RP, up to 2000 words
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2020 23:09:55 GMT -5
𝔻𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝔻𝕠𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕖𝕤 ℕ𝕠 𝔼𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝔸 ℝ𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 Sanatorium orderlies begin to freak out as the recently hired Nurse Rawson, seems to have overdosed one of the patients. They scatter trying to prevent an overdose, Dr.Sly calmly picks dirt from under his fingernails with surgical tools.
Meanwhile, deep inside Gabe's demented skull somewhere in the Asylum, after taking a double dose of medication from the Infirmary...
"No! Not the dragon! You GUYS! Mister TEDDY! LOOK! He is calling in his brother, the power up of the doubled dragon! NooOooo!"
Sound effects like a child playing with their action figures, not dolls, become louder as the shot zooms in on a cold Nevada street late at night. The mailbox we zoom by reads "Reno," quickly arriving at a window upstairs.
"AARRGGHH, GROWLLL! WE ARE THE DOUBLE DRAGONS LEGION! SCORCH THEMMMM ALL! MuHAHAHA! SWOOOOOSH!"
Through the opening we get a glimpse into the playful nature of the scene, Crackerjack boxes, slinky sets, and phase 10 card packs line the desk. Above the headboard is a poster of that god awful movie Legion, with lead actor Paul Bettany's fake angel eyes scratched out.
"NOT OUR TOWN! DAMN YOU LEGION OF DRAGONS! IF ONLY WE HAD A HERO!? A GREAT RADICAL HERO?!??"
Panning at an angle the shot trickles down to Marvel socks, twitching with each sound effect fantastically made. We rise slowly to a view just beyond the shadows.
Stick shadow puppets dance around foolishly on an illuminated sheet. A pile of other toys previously positioned to face in their direction look on; blank faced old teddy bears, army men, and barbies of combined model parts.
"A hero can't save you! I am the duaaaaal dragonssss legionn, you will never defeat mee! ZOOOM! ROAWWRR!"
Kung fu grip action city smash motion takes place. Yes, it's that serious.
"You said that already! Someone help us! Stop repeating yourself! AHHHHHH!"
Two fingers made to look like wings swoop down, as the opposite hand tries to hold up the rest of the charade. The dragon wings flail, as the puppeteer takes a sip between battle sounds. Eventually the wings converge on a smaller dog looking handy-work, the dog then mutates.
"It is true! Dual dragons cannot losssse, except to Doubbbbble Doggies NO ERRRRRASIES!"
Our puppeteer uses an aerosol confetti can to create dragons breath, the double doggies fight through the presumably fiercely hot fire onslaught. Despite slight whimpering, our heroes prevail through awful breath, biting the dragons.
"GRRRRRR! GRROOWWLLLL, BIG GROWWLLL!! BITE! SCRATCH! SCAREY! YOU'RE SCARED OF IT! YEAH!"
"Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! BARKEDY! BARK, BARK! RETREAT YOU SILLY DRAGONS OF DOUCHEVILLE!"
Powerfully barking, double doggies scare the legion of dragons into submission. Fiery but defeated the dragons look at each other confused, about who the real dragon actually is, and how to get back home.
"Go away dumb dragons!! YES, GO, LEAVE OUR TOWN! THE RADICAL DOGGIES HAVE SPOKEN- ERR, BARKED!"
The winged fingers flutter off the side of the sheet. Faking an applause from the audience of toys...
"YAY! DOGGIES WIN! WOOO! YESSSS, GREAT JOB GABBBBE!"
Reno steps out from behind the sheet, taking a bow for his loyal childhood friends.
"Thank you, Mister Teddy! Green 18 Army man, you toooo! And how could I forget Princess Malibu Barbie 99' slash Midge 2003!"
Gabe turns toward the camera as his expression turns cold, breaking kayfabe.
"Is that what you like, Legion? Pretending? Shadow puppets in a big scary wittle-world? Maybe then, you won't have to face it alone, and neither will you, or you. You think, HM, if I just manifest myself into everything, how I can I be beat by anything!? Right!? Wrong. Bitch."
He eliminates the fourth wall, telling the camera man to look at him in the face when he's talking.
"LOOK AT ME! LOOK ATTT MEEEE!! I will grab you by the pussy and squeeze! Don't disrespect me in my own house! Now, LEGION; you think you can walk into Sanatorium, talk about shit from God knows when, talk about touching ugly women, cattle prodding men, and get us all to just bend right over? Well, there was a time and place... BUT IT ISN'T HERE OR NOW!"
Gabe paces around the room in his cool Avengers socks.
"It takes more than a legion of strategy to beat me, it takes everything, and you haven't got it. Not even close. Legion, can we talk, ya know, gal-to-gal? Great. I'm a fucking possessed demon. I mean, actually possessed, yes. But what I meant was, possessed by somewhat of a dark passenger. My desire to win in that ring is second to nothing. Not even fucking breathing, ask V. Or, fuck it, don't. I want you to see it up close and personal. Face to- faces, chin to- chins, chest to- chests..."
He makes the two fingered dragon wings, flying them into an imaginary splat.
"I can't tell which members of your wittle-legion are worth fighting, only that whichever ones do show are going to be in deep shit. Sticky, thick, chunky radical sized overwhelming dog shit."
Finger shit puppet swirl gesture.
"See- giving a fuck isn't really my forte, Legion. Kicking asses has always dominated taking names, no matter how many. Even pathetically schizophrenic ones, sadly delusional ones, & just dumb untalented ones. Yes, you fuck-faces."
Pointing at the camera non-chalantly.
"And no amount of your shadow puppets, Multiple whatevers, or, old fucking stories of what used to happen will save them, you, or you."
Finger counting.
"Double Doggies No Erasies, my wittle-fiery-dwagons."
Imaginary water pitcher/cup act.
"Want a dwink of waa-waa? You're all gonna need it."
Shadow finger over lips.
"Shhhhhhhhhhh."
Shadow puppets engulf the screen with the lens beginning to shake. Orderlies reviving Gabe in a panic that he may have overdosed. His eyes shoot open like a vampire waking from a centuries long blood lust.
"I can't die you half deflated balloon animals! See the pinnnns? Many have tried baby, it'd take more than a double dose, or a fucking legion of them..."
(word count#1000)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2020 15:54:19 GMT -5
𝕃𝔼𝔾𝕀𝕆ℕ ℤ𝔼ℝ𝕆
𝕒𝕜𝕒 "𝔻𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙" 𝔸 ℝ𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 "I am the almighty legion! I am the best from this... region? I can defeat all manner of man! I mean, I think I still... can? I am, I can, I KNOW I CAN! OH, MAN!"
Yes, mockery.
I hope you can swim.
Welcome to the deep end.
This is more than water and sand.
It begins with you ending- at my hands.
Come with me, to a land where phony legions can be free,
to roam with skeletons by the sea, in air deprivation harm-ony.
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Embrace the sun- though, let it beat down on your sandy wittle-toes,
We'll find a hidden rock to heal your woes, just beyond the surfer bros.
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When you doubt just look-at-me, I'm sweet like the sweetest salt-water taff-y,
I'd never leave you in a tide-pool-probab-ly, even if it was really satisfy-ing.
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Look up as the waves crash down, as more personal-ities are found,
at the sand-bar we'll be bound, forever will your legion be- drowned.
𝔻𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕕
𝔻𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕕
𝔻𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕕
It's time for a double dose of reality. I lied, Legion, there will be no harmony. Not in what you do on December 20th, or in what you say leading up to it.
Not in how everything feels since you're finally back; in how you feel home after a newly signed WWH contract. There is simply no peace at the end of that night, any night, in store, Because nowwwww in WWH, you're just another dollar dwelling whore.
Sliding down the poll of nostalgia, hopeful for a moment of regalia.
That moment has long past, like your ability to breath through lungs I've thrashed. Oxygen doesn't live here anymore, only memories you keep hoping to rehash.
You thought you could prance around on the WWH beach, living forever in the warm breast cusp of precious memories.
I am the rip tide.
I am the WWH conscious that exposes the lies.
There is no delightful boardwalk with fresh salty air, no soft serve at the end of the pier with vanilla scoops of fair.
There is only me, standing there.
Waiting to snatch the life out of your single corpse, no matter how many of you I have to twist and warp.
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Arriving at a fresh scene we see Gabe Reno speaking to someone.
"Iconoclast was an amazing experience, Chris Chaos is still a friend, foe, and worthy advisory in any circumstance. I hear he is doing well, but you know, just through acquaintances we share, you hear this or that. Obviously with us being in vastly different places, it can be tough to find the time, to- uh, but who knows when we, or even if... we..."
The camera swivels around behind an interviewer, the time of the interview unclear, as is the location being in or out of the Sanatorium walls.
"Gabe you have warred with V as an Outsider, You've battled with an undefeated legend like Sin, Edwards, Copeland, Kiki, you've beaten some of the best. But Legion predates you in our WWH lure, And she was quite a handful, Where is your head versus, this opponent?"
Omar Riordan's familiar face emerges from the dark corner into the light, holding a microphone out on Sanatorium assignment as part of his Warden plea deal to stay out of the cellblock population.
"You know me by now, don't you, Omar? As an opponent, no matter how much historical acumen you've earned, or considerable respect I may have for your in-ring performances, if it wasn't against me, then it means jack-shit. I don't give a fuck who you are. Once you're standing across from me, I go dark. The radical comes out. And then, no rationale will save you."
Riordan spins around flipping the page on his clipboard to the next item.
"Does it concern you that Legion is... really, a roster of different unpredictable inmates, all in one criminally insane person?"
Gabe smirks, playfully looking up at Omar.
"I know you don't care, but come on- Legion isn't just one, it's more like facing, well, Legion five, or six, or ten..."
Reno shakes his head grinning.
"Here's what it comes down to, okay? I've beaten one person in a match, two people, three, hell, I've beaten 19 in a battle royal. Whether that constitutes one body, or several, is not a difference. If anything, I could argue that one body is a supreme disadvantage against me, no matter how it presents itself."
Omar turns his clipboard around toward Gabe, showing an image, a defeated Paige Matthews walking devastated after a loss to Legion.
"You sure sounnnnnnd confident, per usssssual, But you aren't the only one who hurts peopllllle. Legion was a Triple Crown champion, Gabe! You haven't done that here yet, have you..? Did I miss something??"
The radical tosses the clipboard to the side, now face to face with the over zealous Riordan.
"And what are you, her fucking mole? You know Omar, I could walk my way down to the Warden's office, and tell Eden how you treat the fucking talent when she's not looking?? You think a fantastical Triple Crown is going to save Legion... from the beating the rusted out bitch is about to get imprinted on her fucking soul?!? HUH!? ANSWER ME! NO, SHUT UP! SHUT IT OMAR! LEGION FIVE, LEGION SIX, LEGION TEN! Who wrote that down for you, huh??
Pressing the interviewer up against the wall violently.
"Gabe, I can't get a breath in here... stop! Gabe!?"
Gabe smashes his face with a sidearm crossbar into the cement wall.
"This is what Legion will get, Omar! How's that?! Bone to fucking bone! Flesh to flesh! Don't you wanna feel my bones?! It's only natural! I always hear this bullshit from you! Nothing can save her from this fight!"
He lets Riordan go for a moment, then Pele kicks him into unconsciousness. Gabe spits on him, turning to look deep into the lens of the camera.
"Legion FIVE! Legion SIX! Legion TEN! Until I drown the bitch on Sunday. Then it's LEGION ZERO."
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(Word Count #1000)
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Post by the Hive on Dec 17, 2020 11:14:48 GMT -5
The door has remained sealed for some time, so as the cameraman approaches it, it seemed rusted over to him. He steps to it, then looks at it curiously seeing the gold coin sitting next to the door. He picks it up, placing it within the slot on the door, hearing the door creak. As it does, a jacket appears on the hook next to the door, which was not there originally, the cameraman immediately grabs it. He sees the door open, as he sees the whiteout, knowing whom he is dealing with this week. He steps through, then puts the jacket on, as he sees the door slam behind him, then vanish. He begins trudging through the snow, as the first flame appears next to him, a blue flame, burning it’s path through the snow next to him, the cameraman cannot see what is in front of him, but knows that the river of blood is next to him, because the shore where the snow is, is red. He sees something in the distance, as the blue flame wanders next to him, It stops next to what looks like a woman frozen, but he kneels down as he looks at her. The woman awakens immediately grabbing at the cameraman.
“Be wary of the frozen queen, she has her claws into the world, as does the fire demon, but the fire demon does not dare cross the Ice Queen!”
The woman passes back out as the cameraman shivers from the warning, he slowly gets up seeing the bridge forming next to him, the blue flame splits off into a second one, a silver flame. The cameraman looks curiously, as he begins his journey. He continues his path across the bridge, as a hand from one of the souls begins following him. The cameraman and the flames oblivious to the fact that, a powerful windstorm picks up as the cameraman covers up. As it does the hand behind the cameraman freezes, then a crack of lightning occurs across the sky, as a Sai drops from the sky. It shatters the hand loudly, as the cameraman looks back at the thing, wondering if that hand, shattered into pieces, was coming for him. The Sai and the hand vanish, as the cameraman finishes his journey across the vast bridge, then sees the doll sitting there, he goes over to it, picking up the doll, seeing the two pins sticking out of it’s back, then pulls them out. It tries to stand up in his hand, as it laughs for a moment then a coin drops out of its mouth and the cameraman catches it, as he bends over the doll slaps him, then the cameraman flinches picking up the coin as the doll looks at him with a charred face.
“the Frozen Queen makes her return; the others fear her. They understand their madness is nothing compared to hers. I understand it, even I do not wish to cross her, but you will have to in order to survive to the ending. Her frail hair, her mind, splintered… be warned once you go down the path, the path may be unkind, let the flames guide your journey.”
As the cameraman looks down wondering where the flames had gone, the two flames that were there had lit two trees on fire, as each tree was in two different colors. The cameraman put the gold coin in his pocket, then watched for a moment as the doll ran off, into the river of blood where the cameraman seen it being absorbed back into the river. He makes his way over to the path, where the two trees are on fire. The two flames that were there, came to him as the trees remained on fire, but an orange flame had split off of the Silver one now, leading him with three flames. As he heard the rustling above him in the trees, the cameraman noticed a shield had appeared on his arm, as he put it up, as several Ice daggers flew at him, hitting the shield. A woman with white hair stands above him, her eyes as black as night, she looks down at him.
“the Frozen Queen” Legion So, they send you down to come and get us, for the match. It is cute, they seem to care about us now, that they need us. We have been locked in here for so long that even we began to wonder. Poor little V, like the rest of the world, he had forgotten who we were, and what we stood for. Now V remembers, and he holds something we want back. We want our precious back, but this week is not about the V and the precious, no, no, no. This week is about the one who calls himself the outsider, we are excited to return home, and now that we are back, the full locker room, Dystopia and Sanatorium, you are on the notice. We did not come alone, you think those flames are random, no, in time they will reveal themselves. But there is one you already know; he lurks where you least expect it. Mister J and us have a special bond, and that silver flame represents him.
Legion smirks as she disappears, as a single dagger comes flying at the cameraman sticking inside his shield. He begins walking as the silver flame vanishes. The two other flames continue to follow him lighting the way, as they continue lighting trees on fire as they go. The cameraman looked up, as the white-haired woman appeared in front of her. She kicks him in the chest knocking him over, then climbs on top of the shield pressing down upon it, as the cameraman looks up at her. She smirks as blood drips from her teeth, then looks down at him.
“the Frozen Queen” Legion We have seen some of his past opponents, we are quite impressed. There has been people we have faced, and those who we wish to have faced but have yet to get there. That is where you learn discrepancies, learn their weaknesses, and learn how to exploit them. See what you are going to learn Gabriel, or should we call you Outsider? Either way we have come to learn that you have had your past issues with the one we have our issues with now. Hence a match you were supposed to have a couple months ago, did not happen, because of V. The difference between you and us, we would have still gone out and performed, because you attack us in our room, then its one thing, we can forgive it. But if you defeat us, then it is another matter, because then you’ve come to accept so much more. Outsider, you will learn that we are not just another opponent, we are a disease which has no cure, no vaccine. We are the one that for the better part of last year, ran this place, because we wanted to get the rest of the people here to shine. We have our place, and the basement calls out name.
She spits blood onto the shield then slams a dagger into the shield then disappears, a loud cackle is heard throughout the forest, as more of the trees go up in blue and orange flames. The trees scream, as a Sai goes flying into either side of the trees down the path, as the cameraman follows the screams. Legion appears once more grabbing him holding him against one of the trees, as the others around it begins to go up.
“the Frozen Queen” Legion We never forget things, we understand that we are facing Gabe Reno/Outsider this week. This match will be a return for us, the return that even the court jester, herself asked for. Forget Copeland, forget those you have faced in the past Outsider, remember this, that we are not just another opponent, we are Legion, we are the former Asylum Champion, the First ever Triple crown champion. We did not just earn our name, we’ve gone out and proved ourselves each night, you have too, so the clash of ideals here will be unique. We want you to understand, that it will not just be a clash, it will be a fight, a beginning of a path, that you think you will come and just walk on. No, no, no we will show you like the others in our past who have thought the same thing, that you will vanish into the darkness. Once you have cracked the code, will you be one of the ones who lives in the river of souls for eternity, or will you be the one who walks freely, remembering the pain you suffered at our hands, but continue with your soul? Only time will tell you the answers you seek.
Legion lets him fall for a moment, then looks at him, as she breaks off a piece of her hair, coming over to him smirking as she puts it in his pocket then disappeared. The flames drop down from the trees, lighting a bit more of the path as the cameraman slowly gets himself up, seeing the weapons are gone, and there is someone at the end of the path, well near it, as a blinding light shoots up. Legion laughs as she looked down at it for a moment then picks up the two flames shooting them into the light. She turns to the cameraman as he wondered what she was doing.
“the Frozen Queen” Legion The Hive is coming, you’ll only know when, when we decide to allow you to know. Gabe, we’ll see you on Sunday, and hopefully you’ll remember what you’ve learned here. See a match with us, isn’t just a walk in the park, it’s a fact that we bring our own unique brand of justice with us. We hope you see yourself out. Next time only come when we invite you, because you will be sorry if you do not.
Legion turns watching the two flames manifest, as two other women appear dropping down next to her on one knee not looking up. She smirks as she tilts her head to the side pointing at the cameraman, as the two women stand up, they go over and bring him to her, as she places her hand out, the cameraman reaches into his pocket taking the gold coin out from earlier, placing it in her hand, as a door appears behind him. Legion waves them off, as she looks at him.
“the Frozen Queen” Legion The door appears, and yet you still remain here. Kassandra and Danae are just two of our followers, they understand what is needed to be done. But do not fret outsider, they will not be at ringside for you. We do not need outsiders to come and help us, we just need to have Mister J who is there to prevent you from getting any help. If our girls come down after the match, that’s up to them.
Legion cackles as the door opens back into the dark hallway. The cameraman turns to go, as she grabs him by the shoulder, retrieving the piece of her hair from his pocket, which went from ice white to blonde. She then kicks him in the chest, reattaching the piece as the rest of her hair had gone blonde. She blows him a kiss, then watches slowly as the three women stand watching him. He wondered if it’s a dream or just a warped sense, as he stands up hanging the jacket back up, letting it rest.
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