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ᴅᴀʀᴋᴄʜɪʟᴅᴇ (magiks) wrote in avengers_logs,

"Illyana Rasputin," she introduced herself with a bat of those lashes, long as a raven's wings. "I'm here to save you, Ned Leeds." See, wasn't she such a great superhero? Though admittedly, the idea of that was sort of laughable - she mostly wanted to learn to hone her magic better, and had been. She didn't fly around in spandex rescuing kittens from trees or helping old ladies with their groceries.

But she was here and it seemed like a decent thing to do - to save the Halloween Spirit store too, since this was the spookiest and best time of the year and she had an appreciation for all things macabre. Like the scent of funerary incense and pumpkins and whatever counted for the crispness of fall in such a wet city like this. And putting on a costume, pretending to be something else.

"Where is your transmitter? I will give it power no problem," she decided.