Illyana Rasputin (ex_darkchild309) wrote in marvel_united, @ 2009-04-24 15:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | captain america, gwen stacy, hawkeye, magik |
Who: Magik, Hawkeye, Gwen Stacy & Captain America
NPCs: S'ym, construction workers, police officers, shopkeepers, etc.
When: Friday April 24, 2009
Where:Limbo & Midtown; Manhattan, NY
What: Illyana arrives on earth, irritated by her botched spell she decides to take it out on anyone who crosses her path.
Rating: PG-13
The time had come, of that she was certain. Looking out the tower her eyes roved across the barren land. Orange lightning flickered across the purple sky. Her figure was silhouetted against the window and barely stirred when she heard the distinct knock on the heavy wooden door. "Come in." she said evenly. A cloven hoof stepped into the circular room. He stared at the table situated in the center of the room. Across it a parchment was unfurled, odd markings and lines like some sort of map. Above it a crystal floated spinning furiously as if searching. A low hiss escaped the creatures mouth, "You summoned my Queen?" it asked.
Turning slowly to face him she folded her arms across her small frame. "This place, it sucks. I am leaving and while I am away, S'ym, you are in charge." His demonic eyes widened with excitement at the idea of being ruler of limbo. Her eyes quickly narrowed to slits. Holding up her hand she summoned the Soul Sword. The blade burned brightly in her grasp. S'ym edged backwards evidently afraid of it. "Don't even think about slime. As long as I control this.." she twirled the flaming sword, pointing it in his direction, "...I control Limbo."
At that moment her attention was drawn to the spinning crystal as it came to a screeching halt. Her eyebrows pulled together as uncertainty set in. She looked at S'ym looking much like the frighten child she was when she first arrived there all those years ago. "You take care of yourself." She said as she conjured up a stepping disk. The air around her crackled with electricity before she vanished.
It took her a few minutes to gather her bearings. She wandered from the alley way onto the busy street, a few passers by stared in her direction. She quickly realized that her attire was probably not appropriate for her new surrounding. The looks didn't bother in the slightest, it was the totally inappropriate comment from one of the nearby construction workers that made her angry. Without thinking twice she opened a stepping disk beneath his feet transporting him to a nearby window ledge. His fellow co-workers watched in horror as they spotted him 14 stories up across the street. She shrugged continuing her search. Illyana was at least comforted by the fact that she knew where she was and that Piotr couldn't be far. One of her strongest memories was that of Professor Charles Xavier coming to take him to New York.
As she passed by a shop window Illyana stopped to stare at the stylish mannequin. In the distance she could hear the faint wailing of police sirens amongst the din of the busy New York City street. Feeling like she should probably try to blend in, the young woman walked into the shop and grabbed the mannequin and teleported out. By the time she appeared outside the shop, she was fully dressed to mimic the window display. The shopkeeper, who had seen her bold heist, wasted no time before calling the police. This was the second report of a blond woman causing trouble in the same area so naturally it took no time for the NYPD to arrive on the scene.
The officer stepped out of the passenger side of the patrol car, weapon drawn. "Put your hand's above your head!" The dark haired man called to her. She sighed and rolled her eyes as she realized that two more squad cars had rolled up behind her. She was surrounded. In a blink of an eye a blazing sword manifested in her hand. "She's a goddamn Mutie! Fire!" one of the other cops called out. At that moment five portals ripped through the fabric of reality as clawed hands reached out from the depths of limbo trying to protect their queen.