Who: Illyana Rasputin & Dane Whitman NPCs: New Yorkers! When: Sunday: November 8th, 2009 Where: New York City What: Illyana teleports into New York City -- complete with a tail and horns. Dane visiting from the UK sees her and thinks she must be a demon, and goes to deal with her. A sword fight ensues, and the end result is a minor magical mishap, that summons the cops. Rating: PG
Illyana was more than moderately horrified. "How did this happen?" she cried in Russian, staring at her reflection in the scrying pool. There were horns-- horns coming out of her head.
Reaching up, she touched one and then let out a scream. Crap, they were really there! How? How could this happen? Why?
"What is going on?" Illyana demanded from S'ym, the largest and least annoying demon in the group. She sometimes thought of him as her right hand man but that title carried with it other weird connotations.
S'ym shrugged his broad shoulders. "The magic, Mistress," he replied. "It shows your true form."
True form? True form? This was what she really looked like now? Fuck. Illyana couldn't let anyone see her like this! Her brother would freak out if he knew! (Never mind that she was kind of freaking out herself.)
Oh! The Young X-Men! She could go to their Brownstone. Illyana brought the image up in her scrying pool and nodded. Yes, they would be in class or working and no one would ever know she'd been there. She would just wait until her horns went away and then return to the Institute.
Everything would be fine. No one would ever know.
Opening a portal, Illyaa disappeared from Limbo in a flash of light.
Where she arrived, she didn't recognize. What Illyana did know was she was not in the Brownstone, and she was not alone. There were people around-- people staring and gaping at her. People who might hurt her.
Instinctively, she pulled her sword out and her armor formed along her shoulder and arm. Whatever happened, she would not let them harm her.
Dane had just wanted to sign over the lease to his apartment and be done with that part of his life. Or well maybe not done but at least temporarily close the chapter of his life in New York, and focus on his life in England. Well he had managed to sign the lease, and that had gone without incident. He should have known that his luck couldn't hold.
He had just been minding his own business, standing at the street corner, waiting for the light to change when there was a flash of light across the street and a --- thing appeared. Well perhaps thing was too strong of a word to use, but Dane caught a glimpse of a tail, and horns and than more importantly a sword. The light wasn't on his side -- but Dane decided to risk dashing out into New York traffic, glad that he had brought his own sword with him today.
Granted the sword was in a carrying case because he had been trying not to cause people to stare. Well so much for keeping a low profile now, he ignored the honking car horns, and the people yelling at him, as he dashed across the street.
Demons -- why did it always have to be demons?
Illyana swallowed, nervously. She hated how they were staring at her. They were horrified! (Never mind that she was horrified, too.)
"Where am I?" she demanded... well, more like questioned. (Her voice didn't shake, though, so that was something.) Hell, she didn't even know when she was but, with any luck, it wasn't too far from when she'd come from. Then again, her luck hadn't been all that good as of late, had it?
Oh shit-- was that man running at her? With a sword? (And here she thought she was the only one carrying one of those anymore.)
Suddenly Illyana was thankful for all those classes Kurt had given her on swordfighting. She squared her jaw and took up a defensive position. She didn't want to fight-- she wanted to figure out where she was and how to get rid of her new unfashionable accessories-- but she would. To protect herself, she'd do whatever it took.
Despite the archaic weapon that Dane was holding, Illyana was in fact in New York City, 2009. It was just one of those things that had brought them to the same time and place, and both of them with magic swords. Yup, just one of those things.
"Drop you weapon." Dane tried to sound commanding but felt a bit foolish. This was much easier to do when wearing the silly helmet, and motorcycle jacket. They were silly yes, but they covered his face and made him feel like less of a dork. Wearing a long jacket, jeans, and sneakers and wielding a sword made him feel like a huge dork.
He hoped the demon just ... did one of those demon-y things and dispersed. That would be nice.
Because this was New York, the gathering people had started to look a little less terrified and a little more interested. Hey, a free show as going on right here, right now!
"What?" The crazy guy who dressed normally but just happened to carry a giant sword around was telling her to drop her sword? Yeah, that was going to happen-- not. She wasn't stupid; if she did that, she was definitely going to be toast. (Seriously though, who wielded a sword and wore jeans and sneakers? That was really weird.)
Illyana raised her sword, hoping it made her look more threatening. (It would help if she was taller, she thought. But maybe the freaky horns would be good for something after all.) "How about you drop your weapon instead?" she suggested in her best "I'm a tough X-Man" imitation.
Honestly, she wasn't even doing anything! Well, yeah, she looked kind of weird (which was freaking her out, too, thanks) and was holding the latest in medieval weaponry but so what? Judging from the buildings and familiar accents, she was in New York City. And if that was the case then she was hardly the weirdest thing to be found. She'd seen the naked cowboy in Time Square! She knew what was up.
"Put down your sword and --- come with me." There had to be someone in New York who dealt with this kind of thing, surely the Americans had some version of MI:13, or ... something. Ghostbusters? The X-files maybe? Hopefully whoever worked there was more David Duchovney than the guys from The Lone Gunmen.
Now that he was closer he could see that the demon was rather -- short. But the gremlins had been tiny, and they had done all kinds of damage. It did occur to him than, that perhaps there was some other explanation than magic for what was going on here -- maybe. In his experience it was always magic.
Since no headway was being made on the creature dropping her sword, he took a step forward and swung at her blade. It was a gentle swing -- he didn't want to hurt the thing (really) he just wanted the sword to be dropped and hoped that by taking a swing, he could cause her to loose her grip on the sword. Or maybe frighten her enough to make her go back to where ever it was that she came from.
Illyana grit her teeth as the man moved closer still. "No, I will not," she replied in her most assertive tone. She would not drop her sword-- no way, no how. Not when he was waving his and getting closer by the second! That would be stupid.
And then he swung at her and, no lie, every lesson she'd ever had with Kurt and Gambit flew right out of her head. (Seriously, there was a guy in jeans and sneakers swinging a sword at her in New York City-- where do they prepare you for that?) Illyana did manage to kind of dodge and swung her own weapon to block his.
That was when it happened.
His sword must have had some kind of magic to it because Illyana could feel the backlash almost instantly. She went flying back, hitting the side of a car hard and falling to the ground. (Kurt would be proud, though-- she never dropped her sword.) When she looked up, she could see damage spreading a good half a block in every direction from where she and jeans man had been standing.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What was she supposed to do now? They seriously did not teach this shit at the school. (And they really ought to. It was a mutant school, after all.)
There was ringing in her ears and she could hear several car alarms going off around her as she tried to shake it off. Her head ached and she knew that she was hurt. Not badly but still. Being injured would not help her if jeans man decided to renew his efforts to slay her or whatever.
Illyana decided that sitting there thinking was not going to do her any good. Looking as close to apologetic as she could ever really manage, she disappeared into a teleportation disk with a flash of light. Off to go back to Limbo, heal herself and hope that when she saw herself next, she was sans horns and tail. (Seriously, not a good look for her. And really freaking freaky.)
His ears were ringing so bad -- so bad, and he was blinking rapidly trying to make his eyes adjust. When there two swords had clashed there had been light and than it had spread out form them leaving car alarms going off, and random pieces of property damaged in it's wake. It had also tossed Dane backwards although some of the crowd behind him had slowed down his backward toss.
The people who had slowed him down were quick to take a step back from him however, wanting to distance themselves from the crazy man. He dropped his sword and shook his head, looking around in time to see the demon vanish. Well, point one for the good guys than!
Although even as he went to retrieve the Ebony Blade he could hear sirens in the distance. Well. Crap. He reached into his jacket pocket with his free hand and retrieved his MI:13 creditability. This was bad, but he hoped the authorities would understand. He was not crazy -- there had been a demon here, with some sort of magical sword of it's own. This was not (just) his fault.