#legioninterface

☺: for a happy voicemail

Everything had happened so fast, she didn’t realize where she was until she couldn’t do anything about it. One minute, she’d been ensuring Lisbeth’s safety, her kids' wellbeing, making plans for them to get out of their home. Now she stood in a tacky prison outfit with ink on her hands, presumably from fingerprints, and one of those awful collars uncomfortably around her neck. She didn’t have the slightest clue how Lisbeth managed with this thing on. If she didn’t know any better, Margot swore that she had caught the flu. Even though her skin felt hot to the touch, shiver traveled up her back. Her body told her to lay down on the uncomfortable bed that the Doves had oh-so-graciously provided for them. 

But Margot wasn’t about to sit down and rest. She’d fought her way through the flu before, she could deal with these rather unfortunate symptoms that she guessed were effects from the fairly heavy collar.

She didn’t have her abilities, hairpins, or anything that she normally would deem useful. The doves had stripped her of everything, her wife (twice), her family (twice), and her own identity. But Margot would be dammed if she planned on waiting around in this cell for someone to come save her.

“Say,” Margot interrupted the silence as she turned to face the younger girl that the Doves had thrown in here with her. She couldn’t imagine going to prison at her own age, let alone at this poor girl’s age. But there wasn’t much Margot could do about that now. She had to focus on getting out of here first. “You wouldn’t happen to know anything about picking locks, would you?” She asked. “How difficult do you think it would be to bust through the door? Or do you think when they come to feed us, because I doubt they’re going to let us starve even if the food sucks, we could overpower them?” She asked, listing off the ideas her mind had come up with. “I mean, I doubt people on the outside are just going to be okay with this, but I’m not just going to sit here and do nothing.”

“What places do you like to shop at?” Eun Jae inquired as he watched the Pomeranian waddle next to him as it tried to keep up with his short legs underneath a rather excessive amount of fluffy fur. “I really like shopping for sweaters and shoes. Oh! And socks. I like socks, they’re cute.” The pink-haired boy had gotten lost in his rambling, not appearing to be too aware of his surroundings. “I also still wanna go to the pet store so we can look at stuff for Hwannie and-- Oh.” He swiftly leaned over to cover the dog’s ears with his hands. “We can pet the other animals, but don’t tell Hwan, he’ll be jealous.”

‘PYORORONG~ JEONHWA HAESS-EO! 5, 6, 7, 8 – TA, TARA—’

The familiar sound of the ringtone Aki had chosen for one of her favourite people within the league, Legion, filled the room as she entered the workshop, causing the girl to bob her head to the beat. To any normal person, the ringtone sounded shrill and irksome, but Aki was by no means a normal person.

She was in her full hero gear. There was an unspoken understanding between the various heroes within the league that their identities were theirs to do whatever they wished with. There were certainly cases where heroes were loud and proud about their civilian names, but Yoshikawa Aki was not one of them. It was not out of cowardice or even caution that she made sure to keep her personal and ‘professional’ lives separate, but rather wisdom. After all…

Her father would kill her and then blame Mondo-san for not watching her properly and kill him, too. So, it was really for the common good that Aki kept things low-key. However, lately, she found herself wondering if she was doing a disservice to others like her by doing so. Since she had such a large platform online, it was safe to assume a decent percentage of her fans were mutants as well, and that meant they were in danger due to Virgil Xavier’s barbaric new policies. That was something the girl could hardly stomach.

During her last few streams, the words were constantly anchored at the tip of her tongue. Don’t worry. You’re not alone. I’m one of you as well. If not for Mondo-san, she would have blurted it each time.

Though her initial motivations behind hiding her identity were not due to cowardice, she had been feeling like something of a coward because of it for a while now. “LUIGI,” She bellowed, her tiny voice echoing off the walls of the workshop. “Why is it so gloomy in here? I think you should invest in mood lighting, you know? To make it happier!”

“Having already answered this with my favorite proverb/quote, I’ll just have to quote my favorite drama, My Love From the Star, which I 100% reccommend~! It’s such a sad quote, but I do like the advice he gives her.”

[ Robin ]: Good morning, Technus, how you doing?

[ Robin ]: I had a day off at school today and guess who asked me to help her with the stuff at the company?

[ Robin ]: Yeah, I am doing your job today and honestly, HOW DO YOU HANDLE EVERYTHING?

[ Robin ]: Guess it is good to have some robots under your command.

Time: End of day. Place: Midtown; Haggis Tech Open: Piper Anders