Log:Legion of Something

2020/06/01 Bran Phantom 1

Bran is seated on the beach, watching the waves come in and hit the shore. There are a few people walking around, but he's seated on his own.

Travis is jogging along the sand for training, since the sand provides some extra resistance. He's in a white athletic shirt and black shorts for training. His shoes are tied up and tucked under his arm. He slows as he recognizes Bran's mind on the beach and raises a hand, out of breath. "Hey, bro. What's up?"

Bran looks over in Travis's direction as he hears his voice. He then simles and waves, "Hey there. Running, huh?"

Travis jogs up to Bran, walking the last few steps. "Yeah. Needed to clear my head," he says with a smile, but he doesn't seem happy. "Just dealt with some heavy stuff. What're you up to?"

Bran takes a deep breath. "Honestly? I had been trying to control the urge to try to get a fake ID." He chuckles. "Still not planning on getting one." He kicks at the sand a little bit. "So...what did you have to deal with?"

"So you can buy booze?" Travis smiles in amusement, but isn't judging. He turns and plunks down on the sand next to Bran, knees drawn up so he can rest his forearms on them. "I...huh. I don't know how to explain it. I saw some weird shick in...y'know...my other ID. I had to separate someone's mind and soul from their body." He rubs the back of his neck. "Which while she's still...present? It felt a bit like having to help her die."

Bran nods. "Yeah. That's what the ID would be for. I used to have one. I only used it once. I probably won't bother." He furrows his brow as Travis describes what he did. "Ummm....that sounds weird. So, like...her mind is just floating around now?"

"It'll get you into places. But are you sure you want to tempt yourself? I thought you wanted to avoid that sort of thing." Travis nods at his question. "Yeah, sort of. She's like a poltergeist now. Only friendly. She's with those fae on the island," he points out across the water. "I don't really know much. They're just like out of some fantasy show. A really dramatic one."

Bran chuckles. "I do want to avoid it. That's why I'm not going to bother." He looks out toward hte embassy. "Huh. What're they like?"

Travis grins. "You know those types who are like...'Do you know who I am!?' They seem like that. Real Game of Crowns stuff, too. Lots of titles. Seems...political?"

Bran chuckles. "Huh. Soo like...nobility?"

Travis snaps his fingers. "Yeah, like that. That's a great way to describe 'em."

Bran laughs. "Great. So we have a king nearby?"

"A princess at the very least," Travis laughs. Then suddenly looks alarmed. "Oh shick. Maybe I should've bowed?" he asks himself, scratching the back of his head.

Bran chuckles. "Is she hot?"

"Like you wouldn't frickin' believe," Travis grins.

Bran smiles. "Well, that's cool."

Travis nods. "Total bonus. I guess the person I was helping all along was her...Warmistress? Mistress WarMaster?" he tries to recall the titles, but he was pretty shook at the time. "So maybe I'm on their neutral side."

Bran furrows his brow, "That's a weird title. Something about leading troops, I guess?"

"I guess. Makes me nervous if there's troops on that island," Travis comments. It's quite close to his temporary home, after all. He takes a deep breath and sighs. "Then there's those shickheads who shot you to worry about. They're still out there. I'm not really sure, but I was thinking maybe I should try to get a group huddle of the teens to try and be ready for them next time." It weighs on him a bit. He looks Bran's way. "What do you think?"

Bran shrugs, "I guess? There like...a leader or something?"

Travis shakes his head. "Not really. I don't even know of there's another team, but there's a bunch of us. My team's small, but we've known each other a while. We want to keep it family. But even we vote on stuff." He assumes any time they call him the leader, they're joking. "Maybe that can work in a bigger group. Or it can just be a loose...I dunno. Alliance. There's a lot of conflicting personalities." He suddenly flashes a grin and says, not seriously, "We could call it the Rebel Alliance."

Bran chuckles. "Sure, that name works." He smiles. "I seem to remember a comic I read when I Was a kid...something about a future team of teenagers in space. From all different planets. And there were like...a hundred members."

"Oh! Right! Like...uhh...Legion of....something!" Travis tries to recall. Legion of Supervillains was what it was on his homeworld, but he's certain that's not it here.

Bran nods. "Something like that, yeah. I don't remember the name, exactly."

Travis rubs his chin. "Maybe something like that would work. I kinda like it."

Bran chuckles. "Sure, if you get a good leader or group of leaders or something. I think they voted in a leader.

Travis shrugs his shoulders. "Probably a group if everyone can agree. I think that's the big problem. Playing along with a team takes practice in sports. I think the same would work with a hero team. You got too many people wanting to call the shots on the fly, and the team falls apart though. They gotta be at least on the same page."

Bran nods. "I'm...not sure who would be a good choice for a leader."

Travis smiles at Bran. "Don't sell yourself short, bud. I'm sure if it came down to it, you could call the shots. But it's fine if you don't feel comfortable right now."

Bran laughs. "I've been knocked unconscious twice. And I've only been in a fight twice. I'm not sure I'd be a good choice.

Travis winces sympathetically. "I feel you, bro. But hey, that one time was Next Generation taking a pot shot at you. I think just about any of us would've gone down if we weren't, like, Heather or Golden Girl."

Bran nods. "Yeah, probably true."