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LEGION OF ECLIPSE TEST DRIVE.

"Your characters is forcibly recruited into the Legion of the Eclipse, a multiversal legion of supervillains. They've had their eye on you for a while, and now, they'd like to formally invite you to join them!

...The issue is that there are a great deal of you, and the Legion is a very exclusive club. So, you're offered a challenge: if you wish to make it into the legion, you must commit murder or avoid being murdered. But you can do that, can't you? You're a villain, after all!"

This is the official test drive for Legion of Eclipse, a villain-only murdergame. Characters who don't fit this criteria might be PMed by the mod and asked to remove their prompts, for consistency purposes. This test drive will remain open until the game itself opens, and comments from this may be used as part of your murdersheet. Please list your character's name and canon in your header, and please feel free to consult our FAQ if you have any questions. Reserves open on April 12th.

You may use your own prompts, or the example ones below:

1 - Meticulous Planning
Despite whatever plots and schemes you might have had going before, you will find yourself waking up here. The room's architecture is stunning, and captures the aesthetic of 1950's sci-fi futurism. Only problem is...is that you don't recognize it. Once you leave, you'll find that the rest of the place reflects that same aesthetic - and judging by the heat and that wall of lava that you can't reach, you're in a volcano. Fortunately for you, it seems as though everyone else here is just as confused...especially by the fact that the terminals scattered throughout the building seem to have comprehensive information on all of you.

The monitors mounted on the walls of just about every room of the building display the message "INFORMATION AT 12PM." Guess you're stuck until then.

2 - (We'll Have Food)
You'll find that despite your hosts' threats, it gets...rather boring around here. Fortunately, there is plenty to do. The kitchens are well-stocked with just about every food you can imagine, made to order on demand from a similar set of kiosks. Other features of The Volcano Lair include a room filled with sharks, a vehicle hanger filled with inoperable mechas and hovercars, a power plant, a fully-stocked bar, a music room, and a war room consisting of a very large table...and nothing else.

Feel free to add your own rooms in your prompts, and if we like them, you might just seem them in-game.

3 - Tenacity Spanning
Another week has gone by, and as per your hosts' threats, they've decided to release the secrets of everyone still alive. Each of the monitors in the building will display footage of you, revealing both devastating secrets and what exactly you were up to in your homeworld. If you haven't told everyone about this stuff yet, now's the time to do so.

4 - (We Repeat, Endless Meat)
Like it or not, they'll have their murders. You're either going to find a body, or you're going to be a body. Or, if you play your cards right, perhaps you'll be the one committing murder to begin with...any way you slice it, the game is afoot. Prepare yourself and react accordingly.

5 - Decades Of Denial
Trials are particularly devastating. You're sat across a large table with enough seats for all twenty of you, made to debate and accuse each other. Perhaps this could be your time to twist things in your favor, if you're so inclined...

6 - Is Simply Why I'll--
Wild card prompt. Go nuts.

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Don't speak to me like that!

[She growls, but takes a step back- she knows how dangerous a crocodile can be, and this one is massive But this isn't a waterhole- dry land is a lion's turf, goddamnit.

... One thing does give her pause.]

Why do you have pelts on your back? And what's that on your head?

[ And here's a fuckin clown. ]

Now, hang on. Did the animal costume give this guy any special abilities or endear him to potential suckers, or was it just a costume?

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[ Let it never be said that the Duke of Detroit doesn't know how to make an entrance, even without pyrotechnics or any of his henchpersons. So catch this very tall and impressively lanky man literally kicking open the door of his room - it might actually be a sliding door, given the aesthetic, but he sure did kick it. ]

My babies! What have you done with my babies?

[ What the fuck kind of babies does this man have? Go on and ask! ]

2

[ Later on, you might- no, probably will - find the Duke (no, he doesn't have a given name on any of the terminals) in the hovercars and mecha room just sort of... noodling around inspecting one of the cars. ]

"Oh, Duke, help me! Someone took my wheels and replaced them with useless hover engines!"

[ And talking in a uh. Car Voice?? ]

Shhh, it's okay, the Duke is going to take good care of you, yes he is. Just as soon as I have a way to break you out of this horrible place!

3

[ There's a lot of footage of the Duke of Detroit on those screens just... strongly antagonizing a group of teenagers? Driving a tank that shoots limousines? This guy sure leads a Life. ]

Am I supposed to care?

[ He looks around the room. ]

I feel like I'm supposed to care, from how a lot of you are taking this.

No powers. Very normal powerless man who looked vaguely like celebrity I do not care to remember name of. Just wore fursuit and wished to usurp me.

I threw out of helicopter.

[On cue, the slideshow changes to a photo of "The Lemur" in the helicopter, then does a powerpoint presentation style transition to a blurrier photo of "The Lemur" mid-helicopter ejection.]

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[ a disheveled man walks out of his room, looking around with a great deal of concern. this might not be uncommon here, but it's happening. this is not his beautiful house, with his beautiful masks.

if he notices someone else, though, he'll very quickly regain his composure and put on a smile - he is a businessman, after all, where would he be if he couldn't - and greet them. ]

Excuse me - I'm afraid I don't know exactly where we are. Can you point me to someone in charge?

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[ at least their captors were decent enough to leave them whiskey - though he hesitates a little before taking it off the shelf, for fear of something he doesn't know exactly. poison? a booby trap? if he's in some kind of old movie, he might as well try to think of things in those terms. ]

You want one? No reason not to take what you're given, in a place like this.

[ guess he heard you come in? he definitely said that without turning towards the door. ]

Well, he died doing what he loved. A goal we can all aspire to!

Statistically speaking, most of those gathered here are murderers. Though, I am incredibly grateful that child won't be a further problem. He kept trying to steal my inventions and trying to stab me.

[She frowns lightly, tapping a gloved finger against her chin.]

Though I am normally not inclined to participate in such trivial games of feigned justice, I'd love to unravel the fool who thought they could compete with us.

[And thus, prove themselves to be superior villains.]

Edited 2019-03-28 02:41 (UTC)

I don't think he died... Probably. Then again, was not paying attention. Did not care about him after throwing him from helicopter, which makes sense. Usually you do not throw men from helicopters if you harbor non-hatred for him.

[Dr. Bellum is going to try and get alllll up Vitani's face, an excited expression on her face. She doesn't actually seem to have realized what the lion has requested.]

Oooh! A talking lion! Female, from the looks of it.

[She tries to pick up one of Vitani's paws to inspect it.] You don't appear to be one of my experiments--I usually never work with animals, except once or twice to test the effects of my technology on mammals before moving onto humans. [She grimaces.] Ech. Too much fur everywhere. Maybe one of the VILE outposts in the Kalahari looked into this? Hm.

[Congratulations, she's confused the cat! Vitani growls as she's approached, but the complete lack of a fear response from Bellum has her completely out of her element.]

Let go of me- [She jerks her paw back and bares her teeth.] I'm not an experiment. And I don't belong to anyone.

[Dr. Bellum chuckles to herself]

Ooh, aren't you a feisty one? [She boops Vitani on the nose, then straightens up, scratching her chin and grinning a little too widely.]

Capable of independent thought and speech, indications of sapience...interesting, truly interesting. [She cocks her head to the side like a curious dog.] Are you quite sure you didn't originate from a VILE outpost? If not, would you be interested in joining our ranks? I'm sure we'd be able to utilize a valuable asset like you in all manner of business transactions.

Huh?! Man, you gotta make sure that the guy you just backstabbed doesn't survive, or he'll come back to bite you. This is basic stuff, pal!

... metaphorically speaking, of course. He'll probably do something a lot stronger than biting. Maybe launch you into a large satellite.

meticulous planning

[After being unceremoniously dumped somewhere that was decidedly not Cloud City, Vader had been left in an exceptionally foul mood by his first sight of this place: magma, pouring down and casting a dull red glow over everything. The heat made it unlikely that it was a hologram.

Very few people knew about Mustafar, and Vader had personally killed most of the ones who did. There remained the Emperor, of course, and this might have been his doing. Regardless it seemed like a deliberate insult, and he was taking it as such.

He swept from the room, cloak billowing behind him, and examined his surroundings. No more lava, at least. There were several information terminals which seemed archaic; he was almost surprised they were in working order when he went to examine the information in them. It was lacking, not that he'd expected anything else.]

You! What planet is this, and why was I brought here?

(we'll have food)

[Not having an empire to run and an emperor to obey left Vader's days strangely empty. To fill them he'd returned to his first passtime, tinkering. This place did have workshops, and enough of the components that he could make due, though the amount of technology he was having to create from scratch was astonishing. It was disturbing to consider that if this was the level of tech he had access to that he might not get much better when he left. One of the worst parts was that it was difficult to get a little privacy, and many of the people here had no respect for boundaries. He turns impatiently to the person approaching him.]

What do you want?

Of course I can think for myself!

[Says the brainwashed daughter of a tyrant queen.]

I have a pride of my own- that's who I'm trying to find. I don't need yours.

Yes, am aware of this. Was big oversight. Unfortunately, as soon as I finished throwing him from helicopter, pig lady beat me senseless.

[Aaaand powerpoint wipe transition to photos of a blurry Constantine getting smacked around by Miss Piggy.]

Was tragic.

Pride?

[She seems surprised for a moment, but lets out a light laugh.]

My dear, wherever in the world we are, you will likely not find your pride. This place is sealed off from the outside world, both physically and communications-wise. Though that won't stop me from trying to hack the screens here.

1.
[So, uh. Demencia woke up in someone else's lair. Not her cozy cell in ~~her boyfriend's~~ Black Hat's house. Nowhere near said house. Someone else's lair.

This someone probably hasn't paid for her services.

Demencia decides she's gonna casually stroll up to the nearest person with a sadistic grin on her face.]

Hey there... You live here?

[She's the repo man, here to do what her boss would do if he finds out about this.]

2a.
[Whelp, no rush to escape. When your crush/employer is an ancient evil who runs a huge company that caters to villains, chances are he'll come over and destroy this place. Demencia's pretty sure he'll come rescue her. Any time now...

In the meantime, she's gonna redecorate the war room. She uses markers and paint to cover the table in neon explosions, satan stars, and a whole bunch of hearts with "BH + DEM" written inside. She's even taken to drawing scenes of herself and others on the maps... And the table itself... And the walls...]

2b.
[Or perhaps you might find a strange lizard thing in the alligator pit.

No, scratch that. You'll find Dem stomping around on all fours, growling savagely at the alligators. Somehow, she's managed to scare them into submission.

Do you wanna play with the lizard girl? She can climb walls.]

[If there was someone around to kill, he'd probably kill them. He's not Celegorm, he doesn't enjoy it, but he'd do it all the same, because Dior's get had been right there, and the silmaril could have been theirs for the taking, and then with a feeling like his stomach being pulled back through his spine he'd fallen down here, covered in blood soaked armor - almost none of which was his - and ready to scream with rage when he'd looked up and hadn't been standing at a cliff by the sea. Was this a part of his punishment? It wasn't fair, but that was nothing new.

He took a moment to calm himself before pushing himself up with his only remaining hand, and leaving to explore. Maybe he'd be able to find a sword, or one of his brothers, though the more he looked the stranger this place became. It also wasn't exactly designed for an elf who was more than 7 feet tall, but at least the ceilings were tall enough. He still stuck out, of course, and the blood wasn't helping, and wasn't particularly comfortable. After a moment he spots someone using a sink, and walks over to them.]

May I?

[Demencia kind of cares about the organization's secrets getting out into the world! These deadbeats don't pay for her to be here, and now they're just letting everything out into the void.

But the screens are mostly focused on how good of a villain she is, so she's gonna let it slide and focus on judging the others.]

Ooooh, nice tank!

[Yes, she's liking Duke's ride.]

But can it kill a group of meddling kids?

Edited 2019-03-28 03:49 (UTC)

2 - (We'll Have Food)

[First thing first he has a look around, when it seems everyone is just going to bitch at each other at the start. He's not interested in any of it. Really none of this is a huge bother to him, it's something new. Wrench isn't a part of any organization any longer and his last mission had been a personal one, which he'd wrapped up before... this.

So if anything it was more interesting than running from the law and potentially ending up in jail again. Hard pass on that. If anything it seemed a lot of the people here wouldn't judge him for his line of work and if they did he couldn't give less of a shit. Not looking company per se, he finds the bar and has a seat getting a couple glasses in of whiskey fairly quick. Hell if anyone does come to give him company Wrench won't notice at first, unless they take a seat next to him and some how get his attention.

Not that he's ignoring them on purpose... well, it could go that way, but not being able to hear can make it a smidge difficult to catch any greetings.]

4 - (We Repeat, Endless Meat)

[What's a guy to do when he's minding his business and finds a dead body? Pull out the handgun he's got in his jacket and first off make sure the area is clear for the immediate moment, two, nudge the body over with his boot and wrinkle his nose in disgust at the mess their face is. Well. Face is being nice. There's not really a face anymore. Probably been dead for a bit by the look of it.

Wrench kneels down beside the body to try and figure out who it was and see if they've got anything worth while on them, aka: a weapon. In fact he does find something, a pocket knife, better than nothing, so in his jacket it goes. Who knows when he'll need a knife for something nice, close and personal.]

((ooc: hi hello Wrench is a 6'2" deaf hitman who wears an ugly fringe cowboy jacket non ironically))

[The lizard lady crawling down the nearby wall like a gecko might have one upped Dominic here. She made an impressive furry lizard impression until she got close enough to assume the biped position and communicate like a person.]

Pffft. What a dork! I bet he got his tail caught in the getaway car.

Edited (So I had to look up the lemur suit.) 2019-03-28 04:00 (UTC)

[Hey there Norman, what you were looking for probably wasn't a 7 foot something elf with blazing red hair, wearing armor, and covered in blood.

It's what you've got though.]

If I knew I would be applying to them myself.

[Well, Demencia was gonna cover the cars in spray paint, but what the old beardy guy is doing looks so much more fun.

So guess what?

Ice King is gonna see Demencia pressing her face against the window.]

LEMME IN! LEMME IN!!!

[Sorry, Flug isn't here and Demencia needs to bother some nerds right now.]

Eeeeehhh? What's so special about this junk?

Mmm, yesss, for getting rid of that little brat, we should give them a fruit basket.

[ She's twisting the- what is it, is that a wire? scrap metal?- around her finger, running over it with her tongue...and then deciding she's not interested in it anymore, tossing it over her shoulder.

Oh well. ]

Would we get to crush the air from the simpleton's lungs? To squeeeeze their eyes out? [ A breathy hum, twirling her finger in the air. ]

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thank you SO fucking much for this gift

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FOOD!

Kitchens

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