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Mojo's Arcade Legend: Summoner's Rift
Date of Scene: 30 June 2020
Location: Summoner's Rift
Synopsis: Mojo and Arcade, channel 3: Summoner's Rift! Five SHIELD agents and Mary Jane Watson fight their way across a League of Legends map.
Cast of Characters: Maria Hill, Mary Jane Watson, Clint Barton, Gothic Lolita, Sam Wilson, Mikhail Uriokovitch, Dane Whitman




Maria Hill has posed:
"HELLO SUMMONERS!" The cheery announcers voice echoes across Summoner's Rift.

"You may find yourself a little confused, but I assure you, this will be fun for all! Especially ME!"

The 'summoners' awaken around a large, glowing mound of crystals in the middle of a flat, cobblestone area. Nearby are two stone turrents, facing three (currently closed with gates) openings in a tall stone wall; between the turrets and the gates are three smaller glowing crystals. Behind the summoners is a mountainous cliff, blocking them into the cobblestoned area.

"The rules are simple! Knock down your opponents turrents. Destroy their inhibitors. Capture their base. Oh, and DON'T DIE, because I haven't quite worked out this whole RESPAWN thing quite yet." There's some grumbling from the announcer. "Also, Arcade wouldn't let me." That's a bit whiny.

MOJO.

Dammit.

A seperate, annoyed voice takes over. "For those of you UNAWARE of the GAME, the GAME is the LEAGUE. Of. LEGENDS. I want to see if you are worthy champions, of course. But in more detail: every so often, your enemies base will release a spawn of minions who will make their way down the lanes to damage your towers and eventually your base. At the same time, your base will do the same for against the enemy. Sadly, these minions are merely constructs. My 'dear friend' wouldn't allow me to bring in additional fools to serve in that role. Please kill them, and your enemies, with great relish."

Arcade hmms. "Ah yes. The enemy. Another team just like you... CHANGED. It's really what Mojo is best at. They'll be trying to destroy your towers and claim your base as well, so pip pip. Murder them first. You know the drill."

Mojo's voice cuts back in. "...I didn't agree to this murdering thing, Arcade. It's really no fun if all our new friends die."

"That is PRECISELY what makes it fun." Arcade chuckles.

There is silence, but the announcers line stays open.

Then. "If you say so," Mojo sulks. "I feel the ratings on this will not be so great with so much murder." Oh. Did we mention that Mojo is televising this? On all channel 6s, across all cities? Because Mojo. "Anyways! The challenge will begin in five minutes! GOOD LUCK, SUMMONERS!"

Then the line goes silent.

Dead silent.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane looks down at herself. She frowns a bit, as her hair is worn out long, a bit more purple than she's used to... and way longer than she's used to, for that matter. She glances down at her boots, and the corset that she's wearing that passes for a top, then sighs a bit, "Alright, I think I need to murder whoever put me into this outfit, of all things, first off." She checks her twin 'daggers' that appear more like shortswords, then looks over at the others she's here with, looking a bit puzzled at the situation.

"My boyfriend plays this, I think, but I haven't gotten sucked in. Well, until now, anyway."

(For reference: https://ddragon.leagueoflegends.com/cdn/img/champion/splash/Katarina_5.jpg

Clint Barton has posed:
"What in the hell?" Clint asks pushing white locks out of his face as he awakens next to the crystal thing. He stands looking around only half-listening to the announcers ramble, he pops out a hearing aid to make sure it's working and pops it back in. That's when he notices the hair.

Tugging at long white hair, he frowns. "What in the actual hell?" that goes double when he finds out it's attached to a weird pointed hat thing on his head.

That's when he looks down.

"SERIOUSLY?" he demands of the world and those within earshot as he sees he's wearing some sort of leather bikini top (sans boobs to fill it out), a mini skirt and a pair of thigh-high boots. "This must be one of those Initiative things again..."

Still stunned he looks over at Mary Jane, "I don't think we've met but I'm with you on that murder thing, so, your BF plays this, whatever this is, any tips? I'm definitely a newb, I don't even like video games."

(Reference: Clint but in this - https://ddragon.leagueoflegends.com/cdn/img/champion/splash/Ashe_0.jpg)

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Gothic Lolita sits up from where she is on the crystals, her legs folded under her, then frowns uncertainly. "...why am I...." She stands up, a bit shakily, a teddy bear poking up out of her backpack as she dusts at her fluffed skirt, then blinks. "...I'm...shorter? And I sound..." She reaches up, touching the ears in her headband, then down at her outfit. "....well, I do approve of the costuming." she admits after a moment, unruffled. "This is one I haven't played." she admits, the now childlike Lolita still dressed goth. Just with really intense purple eyes now.

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Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam Wilson lurches up from a prone position, groaning and staring at the people around him as the tag-team announcers go through their shtick. He's familiar with several of the people around him, though not all -- Clint gets a barely repressed snort, Mary Jane a look of pure confusion, Lolita a shrug. "Could anyone make sense of any of that?" he asks, lifting a hand in which he's holding a steely mechanical weapon of some kind and peering at it, too. Then he looks downward, his expression of horror intensifying. "Also: Why. Does my armor. Have /tits/?"

He's right, the dull gray metal of his breastplate -- ahem -- features two round projections over his chest, in the style known colloquially by geeks as 'boob plate.' The rest of his outfit features armor plates and accents of gold and violet, including a golden helm with angular, swept-back horns, but it's really the chest area that has his attention.

An extremely large bird with royal blue plumage and matching armor of its own drops from the sky to perch next to him and stare judgmentally. He holds up a funger toward it and mutters, "Not helping."

https://ddragon.leagueoflegends.com/cdn/img/champion/splash/Quinn_0.jpg

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
Mik is not happy. He is a teddy bear and stuck in a backpack. "You disapprove of costume?!" He remarks, though only Gothic Lolita can hear him, "I am stuck as teddy bear, like silly movie Ted." The surly teddy grumbles, clearly patched up with buttons on his arms. "If this is game, it is not game I like." Mik tries to cross his arms and realizes that he cannot, which causes more angry grumbling, "I am not drunk enough for this."

Dane Whitman has posed:
Dane Whitman wakes with a start when that announcer's voice booms, a few moments of bewilderment passing across his face before he looks down. OK. Armor. Armor he likes, though these ludicriously huge pauldrons seem like they'd be murder on peripheral vision and that enormous blade lying next to him is no sword he immediately recognizes, though he has the sense that it does "Belong" to him so he picks it up, giving it a bit of an experimental wave. Effortless, practically. Weird. Something that big should be far more unwieldy. He's already starting to veer into questions of gravitational or electromagnetic balancing before he shakes out of it.

"Wait...I know this game...My GPA dropped one and a half points spring semester of my Junior year at MIT because of it."

He looks around at the others, not immediately recognizing Mary Jane, and Gothic Lolita is altered enough that she isn't immediately known either. Clint and Sam, however, he recognizes quite readily, brows raising at the outfits they're in, before a gauntleted hand lifts to cover the humored smile that crosses his face.

"Heh...looking good, guys. Way to get into your roles."

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Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Mary Jane looks at the others, "Red Sonja. And... well, I suppose I shouldn't complain about /my/ outfit, hmmm?" She gives 'Ashe' and 'Quinn' amused looks, "So, based on what I can do here... I think my job is to sneak ahead, take out other 'champions' and do headhunting."

She then frowns, "Much as I hate taking orders, especially from this... Mojo and 'Arcade'. Who exactly ARE these guys, anyway???" She looks at the others, as well... maybe they know more about this than she does. She's still new at this!

Clint Barton has posed:
Looking around, Clint takes in the rest of the 'Champions' they are at least are familiar faces. "Dane, shut up," Clint says first pointing at the heavy armed and armoured knight. Though looking at Dane hefting the big sword has Clint checking his feet, yep, there was a bow there by his boot heels. He turns to pick it up, then turns the other way so he's not flashing his underwear at them when he bends over to pick up the bow. "Gonna have to kick some character designers' asses when we get out of this he grumbles as he picks up the bow.

"Great, not only do I get a crappy outfit but my bow is a solid piece of ice? Right, well known for its flexibility."

Once the bow's in hand he gives a nod to Loli, and then smirks at Sam. "Seems like we've got the same tailor."

Then he swivels back around to Red Sonja. "Yeah, best to just play our way out of these things so I'm told," he agrees. "Well if you're head hunting, I guess I'm providing ranged support?" he says including Dane as well since he seems to know this game as well.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    "I'm unsure of Mojo, but Arcade is a serial killer who enjoys putting people in complex deathtrap 'games' and forcing them to run through them. A bit like a lot of Young Adult authors these days." The not-currently-mecha looks unsure, flexing her fingers. "I...can't see my HUD. Or any of my systems, and I feel...much lighter? I don't think I have my normal strength or durability-"

    *FOOOOOSH!*

    "...and I seem to be on fire." Lolita finishes, now wreathed in purple flames that are burning both her and the teddy bear, though neither appear to be actually harmed by it. She waves her hand absently, the fire swirling around it a bit as she leaves little graceful trails in the air. "...also the bear is Mik-ah, Ursa Major..." she says, craning her neck back to look at the grumpy teddy bear in her backpack, then says helpfully to Clint. "I think it's probably a magical bow so normal physics and materials shouldn't matter as much?"

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam drags himself to his feet and glares at the giant bird. "Oh, you think this is funny? You get a glow up and I get" -- he bangs twice on his chest, which rings hollowly -- "/overhead compartments/?" The bird stares back impassively. "One more beaky WORD and you're not getting rabbit for a MONTH," Sam continues, shaking a finger in the Harrison Ford style. That, finally, convinces the bird to take wing, flapping up and catching a thermal to rise out of sight.

Sam turns back at Dane's snark and rolls his eyes, answering, "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. That's basically Hawkeye's original outfit anyway." He hooks one thumb at the archer. "I think the skirt's actually an improvement over the loincloth. But Dane -- are you saying you know this game we've been dropped into?" He claps his hands together, even the one that can't seem to let go of the weird sci-fi crossbow, in a beseeching prayer-hands gesture. "Lay your geek wisdom on me, man. How do we get out of here?"

He's startled about a foot sideways when Lolita bursts into ethereal flames. He stares, then blinks a couple of times, then says, "OK, yeah, that is some video game shit. You got me there."

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
"Go outside, they said. It will be fun, they said," Mik grumbles in teddy bear. When his presence is announced to the team, he internally winces, since he is stuck as an inanimate bear for the time being.

"At least you got to be something useful," Mik notes to Gothic Lolita as she lights the fires, "Also, please do not burn me. I am probably flamib, flamab, able to catch fire."

Dane Whitman has posed:
"Yeah, that's pretty much what you do, if I remember right, Sonja. But we have to be careful, because it sounds like the other team are a different set of folks, and that there's at least the potential for lethality. I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm not too keen on murdering some folks that were unfortunate enough to get yanked into this as well." Worries about HOW they got here can come later. "I know the game, but there's a lot of strategy to try to distill in a few seconds. Basically, we want to get to the other team's base and destroy it. There's a bunch of minions, turrets and the other team in our way. You can destroy turrets, you can also try to hang around them for backup firepower if you see a bunch of enemies headed your way." He pauses and shakes his head, "I kind of get the feeling our roles match our personalities some. So maybe just do what comes naturally?"

He watches Gothic Lolita's display with a bit of amusement and adds, "Or unnaturally, for that matter." He blinks again as she reveals her Teddy Bear Companion's identity...

"Mikhail?"

He has a VERY hard time swallowing his laughter at that, before adding, "So uh...the good news is that you CAN get to full size...but she's going to have to use her ultimate ability which...I don't know if we have all their abilities but...I guess we can find out when the gates drop."

Maria Hill has posed:
Above the Nexus, a magically glowing set of numbers pops up.

5

4

3

2

1

On the 1, the gates crank open, revealing dirt pathways into the forest beyond, as well as, outside of each gateway in the middle of the dirt path, more tall towers with turrets on top.

GLHF noobs! blinks for a second before disappearing.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Sonja/Katerina nods, "Well, we should probably move out, splitting the group or sticking all together? It seems like we have some melee folks and some ranged people." She looks at the others, focusing mostly on Dane as he seems to know how this works.

"So, with what I can do, I'm probably best suited to move ahead, and strike out at people when they've been weakened to take them out of the fight." She's careful not to say 'kill' but... well, we'll have to see how things shake out.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Annie holds out her hand, the flames coalescing down into a fireball that floats over her palm. "I don't think it'll hurt you, if you're part of this character...." she says to Mikhail, looking thoughtful, then closes her hands, snuffing out the fire. "I think my powers are fire based, so I would be ranged? Perhaps I should go with Agent Whitman." she says, nodding to the towering armored warrior. "We can take the rightmost path, and you two can take the left?"

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam listens to Dane's quick rundown, wishing they had more time. He likes to /prep/ for his ops. Then again, if there's anything he's learned from heroing, it's that you can't always get what you like, so when the gates open, he jogs out into the battlefield on Mary Jane's flank, darting from cover to cover and trying to get a look at the opposition.

No sooner has he, however, than he stops, winces, and stares upward. "Yes, Redwing! I see them!" He moves forward another few feet, still trying to stay out of sight, but then stops and swivels toward the sky again. "Fine! I get it!" He creeps about a yard out from cover to get a shot, then freezes again, crouched and tensed.

"Will you STOP DISTRACTING ME!" he hollers as he lunges forward, grabs the mook he was stalking by the chest, and then springboards several feet backward off of him, sending his target sprawling. He fires a burst of crossbow bolts into its face and then stares upward. "I KNOW he was vulnerable! That's why I was trying to SNEAK UP on him!" he shouts, making kind of an obvious target of himself.

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
Mikhail grumbles as Dane further points out the bear's identity. But a little bit of hope follows, "I can become, large, da?" Excellent. Some hope. Then GL/Annie makes fire happen and gives him further hope. "Good. I do not want to burn. Only get back to normal so I can drink this memory away." So serious, yet so smol. "Da, we go with Whitman, he knows how to fix this." Serious Bear is now serious.

Dane Whitman has posed:
Dane moves towards the now-open gates, and once he's got a wide berth he suddenly breaks into a spin, that large blade swinging around like a whirlwind, though somehow he seems to be able to direct his movement even as he spins like a pirouetting ice-skater with a giant sword. "Ha! Well, OK, that works, so it looks like we have our abilities." He glances to GL and blinks, "Wait...Lolita? Huh..." He nods, "Yeah, wouldn't hurt to stick around. You can pelt things while I try to block them from getting to you. Or pelt turrets while I keep other things off of you."

He adds, "There's a river that cuts through the middle, the turrets on our side are well...ours. And it doesn't hurt to defend them if the other team's going after them. I didn't see a shop so...I guess that's not part of this whole thing. Which is probably good. The real question is we we want to try to bull rush the other base or play defense and try to get a better idea of the scenario?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Sonja slips forward in the shadows, staying hidden ahead on the path... and she's not even attacking minions. She's after bigger game, and quite frankly, her 'partner' Sam is creating such a ruckus that clearly they're going to go right after him...

... and giving Sonja a chance to do what she apparently does best as Katarina. That is, murder them as the Sinister Blade does best. Or well, mostly murder them. Hopefully they're also constructs, but we'll see how that goes.

Clint Barton has posed:
"Do what comes natural and don't try to kill the other side's champions, got it," Clint/Ashe says as he hefts the weird magical bow. "I'll go down that center path, see what I can see, try to hold of some of these minions maybe?" he says, still feeling his way through the game.

If there's no objections he'll jog off in that direction, trying to hold mid for the team.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita blinks at Dane's sudden spin, then smiles faintly. "Yes. I think I am supposed to stay behind you." She sighs a bit. "...this is not really my usual raison d'être, but I will back you up a best I can from the back line then?" She begins following Dane.

    Well, to be fair, she more starts to...skip, after Dane, after going about five feet, reaching back to snag Mik the teddy bear and pulling him up so she can hug him with one arm to her chest while she leaves her right hand free, humming to herself, then catches herself. "Oh!" She looks delighted. "I could never skip before!"

    She glances over at the nearest turret as they pass it, their own minions waddling along to begin the clash in the middle of the map. "Now, let's see...he said I can make you big somehow? Ah...hmm." She holds out her hand, summoning a purple fireball, then sends it blazing forward to disintegrate one of the opposing minions in a gust of fire. "Oh! Well. That works..."

    She'll let Dane take the lead, starting to pelt the enemy turret if she can get close enough.

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam runs away from the minion he took down, as a bunch more have joined it, and starts shooting wildly as he flees. "Um. I don't think I'm really cut out for a toe-to-toe fight out here..." he calls out. "Sword girl? Turrets? Hello?" He pauses, grits his teeth, and then yells again, "No, Redwing, actually I'M vulnerable! Are you not paying attention at ALL?"

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
"BURN THEM," Mik notes as Gothic Annie burns one. He blinks as Gothic Annie skips, as he is as surprised as she is. "Why am I being treated like toy bear?" Mik asks mildly concerned as he is removed from the backpack, "Watch out for that one with stick, it throws something, also I am not shield."

Dane Whitman has posed:
A cluster of a half-dozen or so Minions approaches along the northern lane that Dane and Lolita have trotted down, and Dane goes into that whirlwind mode again, quickly dispatching them after just a couple of seconds. With the enemy turret an open target for the moment, he starts hacking away at it with that ginormous sword, mindful to stay clear of Gothic Lolita's firebolts. He's not sure if the "friendly fire not being a thing" aspect is a thing in this particular scenario and he'd rather not find out the painful way.

"You have to be pretty close to the turrets to get covering fire from them!" He suddenly realizes that they can basically talk to each other despite the distance between them. Not a radio, from what he can tell, but not telepathy either...weird. Quantum entanglement of some kind? Surely there's some kind of- oh hey! More minions....

Maria Hill has posed:
"DID YOU CALL ME SHORT?!" A short bundle of robes and hate snarls from across the river, hurling dark magic at Dane and Lolita.

Beside the tiny magic user, a giant angry looking.. woman? with rock like appendages and horned armor roars wordlessly, carrying a huge bladed weapon that makes Dane's look like a toy.

Meanwhile on top lane, a tiny child-sized mummy wanders out towards Sam. He hurls a roll of bandages at Sam to wrap him up. Behind him, a woman in sexy sheriffs garb blows the top of her pistols. "Hey, pretty bird," she teases.

Waiting in mid, surrounded by minions at her final tower before the river, a woman in what looks to be lingerie, a ridiculous oversized cape, carrying a giant staff with a moon on the top waggles her fingers at Clint. She hurls a glowing magic chain at him as soon as he's in sight.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
From behind the sheriff, there's a voice, "Oh, the bird is definitely not the word you should be worried about." And that's when Sonja/Katarina tosses her Bouncing Blade, the dagger impacting the sheriff and ricocheting against a few nearby minions before it bounces into the ground.

Then she grins and shouts, "SHUNPO!" and suddenly vanishes, only appearing right next to the child-sized mummy and slashing at him with her remaining dagger, slicing through bandages as she seems perfectly happy to go full on aggro with other champions now on the field.

Clint Barton has posed:
It's only likely due to the magic of the game that Clint is able to jog so easily in heeled boots. Coming up on a line of minions he relies on the same magic to just will an arrow into existence, or rather a burst of them, firing off in a barrage that sweeps three of the minions away before Clint takes down the rest one shot after another. "Damn it why can't I keep doing bursts?" he curses.

That's when he sees the lady and the chain. "Aw crap." He ducks into the jungle to avoid it then pops out firing back with a single arrow, aimed low, to hurt not kill the weird lady waiting ahead of him.

He calls out:

Ashe (Clint): Who's the chick with the crescent staff and chain?

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita rapidly learns that it's best to let the minions take the fire from the turret, as when she blasts it too much, it opens fire on her...and it stings. "Ow!" she says, scampering back out of range to join the next wave of attacks. "Oh, the turrets fire at our forces if they're present, or us if they're not...whoever is doing the most damage? I see!" She looks down to Mik, whom she's absently just...snuggling for comfort. "..oh. Well...it just feels...better to hold you." the transformed mecha admits, shrugging.

    And gets pelted with dark magic. "Ow! Hey!" She promptly returns fire, sending a few fireballs back at the other dark sorceror, then mmms. "Okay, let's see what you can do!" She holds up Mik, then waggles him threatenly towards Veigar. "Rar! Bear power! Uh, bear on? Fire bear, go! Um..."She looks a bit unsure. "....well that's not working. Act fierce Mik! Maybe that'll help!"

Then she gets pelted again by darkbolts. "OW!"

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam manages to get a single shot off at the mummy before he's entangled and being dragged back through the dirt toward sexy-cowgirl-themed death. "Not... really... pretty... they're... just... armor," he grunts out as he struggles valiantly against his bonds. Finally he feels the dragging stop and gives up, shutting his eyes tightly so that at least he won't die with a head full of impure thoughts. "C'mon, guys -- we all got kidnapped, right? Let's work together and get out of here." He hears a lot of clanging and yelling, but doesn't feel any pain, so he experimentally opens one eye to see Sword Girl tearing through his attackers.

With a relieved gasp, he throws off his gauzy bindings and leaps to his feet, plinking at them with his crossbow whenever one tries to flank Mary Jane. Just after a particularly good shot, he doubles over and grunts furiously, "Could you stop NAGGING me about who's 'vulnerable' and do something USEFUL??"

Moments later, the transformed Redwing plummets from the sky, batters the cowgirl's hat aside, and tears at her eyes with his talons, blinding her. Sam staggers back, waving his hands wildly and shouting: "Whoa, buddy -- TOO USEFUL! Overkill, overkill!" The bird whips off of its living perch, screeching, and tears at everything else in sight before rising out of danger again.

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
"Then maybe we should not get close," Mik notes as Gothic takes a hit. "I do not like being held like child," he states dryly. When he is extended out to become powerful, he tries himself as hard as he can and yet is still... a teddy bear. Then in his most sarcastic tone notes, "Oh look at me, I am scarriest bear. Roar." A sigh of frustration follows.

Dane Whitman has posed:
Dane bobs and weaves to try to avoid the enemy turrets' fire, though a few of the bolts do strike, earning a grunt of pain. He's not sure how the "health" mechanic works here so best to, you know, not get hit.

Which seems counterproductive to his next move, which is to lunge forward with a burst of sudden speed (accompanied by a flash around him), and striking out at the short wizard. If he remembers correctly, this will silence him for a few seconds. But he moves right on by whoever it is playing at Veigar and straight at Aatrox, willing himself into a better-defended state along the way. OK yeah, looking like all the abilities are here...but he's not sure why Lolita's ULtimate didn't work. Presumably the...uh...unorthodox delivery.

"You two sure we can't talk this out? Pretty sure we're all just trying to get home, right?"

Maria Hill has posed:
For whatever reason, none of the other team's members seem to understand anything that's being said to them. Aatrox lunges to attack Dane, swinging his bastardly bastard sword onces, twice, thrice. Veigar laughs childishly evilly at Lolita. "What's black and blue and is about to show you the definition of pain?!"

Meanwhile at mid, LeBlanc chuckles at Clint, blowing him a kiss before hurling a magical orb at him.

Amumu begins crying as Red Sonja hits him with her blade. Caitlyn howls in pain, before hurling a net at Sonya and hurtling backwards into her own territory.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Sonja looks over at Sam, "He's MAKING THEM VULNERABLE FOR YOUR ATTACKS YOU BIRDBRAIN!" She sounds a bit frustrated at she says, "Use him to team up your attacks, and make them more effective!" Then, well, she feels the despair of the tears, sapping her strength and causing her eyes to start to bleed a bit from the 'damage'...

But, now she has both daggers back. How? We don't know, it must be magic. But she has them back, and she knows instinctively what she should do.

First thing the daggers do, is cut through the net when it sails at her, and then she twirls the blades and slashes through Amumu, causing them to fall to the ground. And then they blink out of existence, as violet energy swirls around Katarina, while a dark demonic voice echoes around her, "VORACITY!"

Sonja then grins back at Sam, "That's... a RUSH. Come on!" With that, she's on the chase after that pesky sheriff, clearly in her element now.

Clint Barton has posed:
"Hey enough with blowing kisses, I've already got a girl," Clint complains to LeBlanc as he raises his bow. He doesn't fire even as he feels a torrent of arrows ready to be released. "Blink twice if you're a real person," he calls out just in time to be hit by that magic orb.

"Son of a bitch," he says, as pain shoots through him and he's marked with a golden aura. "This doesn't look good," he remarks to himself. Unleashing that torrent of arrows at the turret, before giving a bit of ground.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita eyes Mik, then turns the teddy bear around to face him. "That wasn't bad, but perhaps you're not emoting enough." she suggests, before Veigar puts in his two cents with his threat, drawing her attention again. Lolita frowns as she gives Mik a absent hug and squeeze as she thinks, watching the opposing sorceror as he starts casting again. "Alright. We're going to come up with a meticulously plotted and clever plan that our opponent could not possibly fathom in time to counter."

    She considers, then suddenly winds up like a baseball pitcher, stockinging leg coming up to balance as she hauls back, then hurls the tiny bear at Veigar's face.

"GET HIM MIKKERS!!!!"

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam runs past the sad mummy, actually bounding up off of its side to spring onto the cowgirl's back, knocking her sprawling so that she can't get away as quickly. As he leaps back to the ground, he tries again to reason with her. "Look, I'm sorry, something's up with my bird, his body's all weird and he didn't know what he was doing." She reaches back and fires a few shots at him, which he darts aside from, even though she can't really see to aim.

"Wow. Rude," he says, lining up a shot and blasting her. The bolt does way more damage than he expected, and he looks down at the weapon, then over at Sonja. "Well, excuuuuuse me, Princess. Normally he's just a bird. How was I supposed to know that he can... /debuff/ people now?"

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
"Oh, with arms and legs I can not move? I am, as you say, Theodore Bear." Mik notes stubbornly. Then he is hugged, he hates hugs, which he lets fuel his rage fire. The mention of a plan results in a great deal of skepticism from Mik, but then he is soon being thrown at an angry, decidedly short, yordle.

Something has changed. Mik is now no longer little bear, but is now very similar to his ursine form, though covered in patches and buttons, and his full size coming straight. For. Veigar. Mik slams into him with full force, landing a punch as he lands and grabbing Veigar by his feet and smacking him against the ground once, "I AM URSA MAJOR, YOU ARE WIZARD MINOR!"

Dane Whitman has posed:
"I don't think they can understand us!" Dane calls out to the team, given that well...nobody's actually responding to exactly what's being said to them. Dane uses the last of of speed to backpedal out of the first of Aatrox's swings, and the second he catches on his blade, shunting the massive bastard sword aside. He sidesteps in the opposite direction he just pushed the Demon-thing-person's weapon and swings that big ol' sword of his own right at her...its? Their midsection, though a twist of the wrist turns it from getting all the momentum behind that blade on a razor's edge into a big ol' metal paddle as he tries to clobber with the flat.

Or basically it practically seems like he's paddling it....her...whatever. With a sword.

Maria Hill has posed:
Amumu piffs into nothingness mid-tantrum. Caitlyn takes the hits and shrieks, stumbling into a bush on the side of the lane and disappearing.

Yeah, apparently you go invisible in those things. Weird.

Veigar lets out a childish yelp as he gets clobbered by a huge angry flaming teddy bear.

Aatrox snarls at Dane as he hits her with his swordflat, before shifting into a much larger and more demonic form and attacking his furiously with her sword.

LeBlanc zips towards Clint, blasting away as she gets close to him and suddenly teleporting back to next to her tower. She waves again cutely. "Surprised to see me?"

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Sonja grins at Sam, "Because this is a video game, Pretty Bird, and there's certain rules for video games. At least, that's what I've learned watching my boyfriend play them." She chuckles, "Come on, I think... if I understand things right, that we have time before they respawn to hit the tower. At least, I'm thinking they'd respawn, considering that they always do in this games and... well, the bodies vanish, instead of just laying there dead." She still feels that rush from the KO of Amumu, hustling to the tower.

Then she asides, murmuring quietly to Sam, "And yeah, I noticed the sheriff vanished without being KO'd, but I'm hoping we can sucker her out by making her think we don't know the difference." She winks at Sam, seeming to enjoy the fact that she can cut loose a bit without having to worry about murdering people as she leads the way.

Clint Barton has posed:
Okay witch lady was starting to get on his nerves! Those blasts hurt and if he could see his life bar it would be getting on the low side. "Okay. hoping you're not a real person but you're getting on my nerves," he draws back his bow and finds a massive crystal arrow has appeared on the string. "That's what I'm talking about," Clint says as he lets the massive arrow fly leaving a blue trail behind it as it goes. "I AM THE BOW" he shouts as the arrow nears the target.

He frowns. "I am the bow? Who writes this dialogue?"

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    Lolita looks satsified as the giant bear bursts out of the teddy bear form, pointing at Veigar. "YOU can't come to a Mikkers tea party!" She blinks a bit, then looks at her pointing finger. "...hmm." She snaps, the purplish flames bursting up around her again...but also bursting into affect around Ursa Major...now he is a giant patchwork dire bear ON FIRE! For extra damage

    She focuses on blowing up the damaged enemy turret while he and Dane are facing off their opponents, slamming blast after blast into it, before she holds out both hand, then throws them out. "Double fireball?!"

    Which she doesn't get. What she does get is a cone of flames that washes over the statue,sending more crackes over the badly damaged turret.

Sam Wilson has posed:
"Loved you in She-Ra, Clint," Sam responds dryly over their not-radio, not-psychic communications line.

The flier grins over at Sonja, momentarily forgetting the ridiculousness of their situation (and his outfit), and rushes forward alongside her. His connection with Redwing isn't working quite right here, but he nonetheless tries to give the bird a mental push to keep an eye on their flanks in case, as MJ suggested, the sherriff tries to high-noon them. (Look, he's more of a shooters guy, OK?)

Up ahead, they've got turrets, a couple of anti-champions still standing, Mik going absolutely apeshit, and a gathering wave of mooks. He looks down to check that his weapon is fully loaded, realizes that he has absolutely no idea how it works, shrugs, and continues the advance.

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
Mik is a happy, angry bear. Not letting his rampage end, and Veigar is conveniently /right there/ for smashing. He flashes an uncharacteristic, dark grin at Gothic Lolita and again grabs Veigar and chucks him at some minions, the burninating bear of bashing bullrushes both baddies. "I AM MIKKERS!" the bear lets out a primal roar, without regard for the pseudo-comms.

The patchwork murderbear is in his element, smacking away at enemies as they come in and charges the turret to help Gothic Annie with it, though he does have the presence of mind to ask Annie, "Not sure if they can hear me, but ask Dane if he needs help."

Dane Whitman has posed:
"I will not falter!" Dane shouts as he once again breaks into that whirlwind attack, maneuvering his way literally around Aatrox to strike at his foe several times. And while he's hesitant to play this card, he's not sure they can afford to play around with these opponents forever. So having hopefully whittled her down some he lashes out with a blow that's accompanied by a burst of energy, deploying his ultimate squarely at the empowered Aatrox.

"Justice!"

"Wow I forgot how cheesy this guy was..." Though it'd be a lie to say he hasn't spouted lines not altogether that far off of these in battle before.

Maria Hill has posed:
The Champions fight their way past the towers, sometimes switching lanes by cutting through the forest between them as their enemies fall. At first, there is some concern given Mojo's earlier comments.

But suddenly, the announcers voice (in the form of Mojo) comes overhead. "We've lost channel seven!"

"That's not my concern!" Arcade snarls. "Why are the dead coming back?"

"Whoops."

Sure enough, the other Champions are respawning, putting them back in the line of fire as Dane, Lolita, Sonya, Sam, Clint, and Mikkers (its doubtful SHIELD will ever let him live that one down) reach the first of the Inhibitors.

The fights are intense and wicked as the (mostly) SHIELD Champions get more comfortable with their abilities, though both Sam and Clint take heavy damage enough that they disappear, forcing the rest to fall back to the river. Minutes later, Clint-as-Ashe and Sam-as-Quinn lope back to rendevous with their team, no worse for the wear (though complaining of being in some sort of 'aware stasis' for a few minutes, watching the field from above.

There's another push, and the SHIELD Champs manage to 'kill' their enemies, leaving the final towers and the Nexus.

Mary Jane Watson has posed:
Sonja looks like she's getting into the flow of the battle, having just dropped Aatrox and Caitlyn with her Death Lotus maneuver. She smirks, "Too easy." as she seems to be slipping a bit too much into character. With that, she starts unleashing her fury on one of the towers, trying to take it down before the enemy champions respawn again.

Clint Barton has posed:
It's weird after dying Clint had found himself with a pile of gold and a place to spend it, he dropped it all on the counter and got a new bow called 'Runaan's Hurricane' whoever Runaan is/was, all he knew is that while his new bow morphed into the shape of his old one, but now fired two arrows at a time!. That was more like it. He surged his way up the mid-lane to the base mowed down ranks of minions.

As the turrets fall Clint calls out "For the Freljord!" before cursing. "God damn pre-programed dialogue!"

Though he's got his rapid fire shot charged up and when the nexus is exposed and waiting he lets it loose. "Let's get home and get some real clothes, guys!" he calls out in his own words for once!

Gothic Lolita has posed:
    LOlita has been skipping along after Mikkers, basically letting the giant bear demolish everything in his path. She figures he has some emotions to work out. And by emotions, she considers it more of what her siblings would term 'righteous beatdown' if they were here. But with a powerful front line that is letting nothing actually get to her, she's perfectly free to just pelt the remaining turret, pummeling it with blast after blast as it crack and groans, then finally disintegrates with a crash, the rubble falling over.

    "I think we just smash the big thing in the middle there now! It looks tremendously shiny and punchable!"

Sam Wilson has posed:
Sam is running pell-mell to catch up with the others from his respawn, when suddenly he finds Redwing coasting just next to him, and he gives the bird an odd look. "You're kidding me. We can really do that? Huh."

He turns to skirt!Clint, shrugs, and tells him, "Meet you there." He reaches out and shouts, "VALOR, TO ME!" -- then, almost as loudly, "that is NOT your name!" The bird catches hold of him and lifts him into the air, accelerating quickly until he's right over the nexus.

Then, the bird drops him, some wing-like armor on Sam's back slowing his descent, and out of nowhere about a thousand arrows rain down on the entire area, devastating the emplacements and any enemies unlucky enough to be in the vicinity.

Mikhail Uriokovitch has posed:
Mik is blissfully bullying baddies down the lane as he goes. The bear bulldozer is more than happy to help clear the way for the rest of the team going towards the nexus, weathering minion and turret fire as it comes. "Excellent," is all he can remark to Lolita as they keep moving. He takes this opportunity for one last charge, slamming his fists as often as possible into the nexus, hoping to free them as quickly as possible.

Dane Whitman has posed:
Dane slashes away at one of the remaining turrets until it crumbles, and then joins the others in working to destroy the nexus. "Here's hoping this doesn't just get us dropped into a new round." He mutters, though not so quietly that he's likely to go completely unheard. He's got a lot of questions, really, but for now...the most logical path seems to be to play the game to its' conclusion and see what happens.

"Yep...smash the shiny thing!" Dane calls out, reinforcing Gothic Lolita's suggestion. Though shortly afterwards he adds:

"I dunno, Clint. I'm thinking I might petition Hill to have this made your standard uniform."

Maria Hill has posed:
As the Nexus explodes, the awareness of the Champions becomes fuzzy...

        GG wp
            no re
                k thx

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The Champions will wake up in their own beds the next morning with memories of the match but no proof, besides the fact that it was televised nationwide, the night prior.

Damn Mojo. At least he put his toys away after he was done playing.

Arcade is probably ticked.