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Illyana Nicolievna Rasputina (ex_darkchyld899) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-18 18:27:00

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arrival, clark kent, complete, day 11, illyana rasputin

Day 11: Illyana's arrival
Who: Illyana Rasputin and Clark Kent
When: noontime
Where: Limbo, then the forest and pool areas
Rating: Let's say PG-13 to be safe.
Status: Complete

It had taken far more out of her than she'd anticipated to reverse the damage done by S'ym and the other demons from Limbo. She'd nearly exhausted her magical abilities, but Illyana still wasn't quite done. Just a little more, one more spell, and she'd effectively cease to exist, at least as she was now. This last spell would make it so that Belasco had never taken her; it would erase her existence from this time, and in turn, seal off Limbo for good. She could go back to being a little girl again, an innocent with an intact soul, and grow up like a normal child. Piotr would appreciate that, at the very least.

But as she began to recite the incantation which would seal Limbo away and return her to normal, Illyana felt an odd presence invading her Otherplace, and felt the tug of a teleportation seize her body. She didn't even have time to register what was happening before she found herself in some kind of forest, in the middle of one hell of a storm. She screamed in rage and shock as the winds and rain assaulted her. She stumbled forward a few paces before her brain kicked into gear. Her mutant powers must have interacted badly with her spell, and sent her somewhere inadvertently. Since her stepping disks carried her across time as well as space, it was highly likely. She braced herself against a tree, and concentrated on summoning another stepping disk. Whatever had happened, she couldn't just leave the spell unfinished. She'd teleport back, finish the spell, and be done with it.

Except her stepping disk refused to appear. She concentrated as hard as she could, focusing all her energy on summoning one just large enough to take her out of the storm, but couldn't call one to her. The harder she tried, the more useless the exercise felt. And feeling useless only served to make her more angry. She screamed again and lashed out with her darker magic, blasting the tree she'd been using to keep herself upright. It exploded where it stood, sending splinters of wood and leaves everywhere, including at Illyana. She turned away, letting loose another scream, and held her hands up to her face to protect it. She felt the fangs in her mouth through the skin on her cheeks, which only served to make her more upset.

Once the remnants of the tree had been carried off into the wind, Illyana lifted her head and peered through the raging storm, trying to figure out her next move. She had no clue where she was. Probably somewhere in Florida, or the Bahamas, with a storm like this raging. Cyclops had contacts in Florida, so if she could find civilization and calm down, she could call them, and in turn, contact the others and find out what had happened. She started forward, not really sure of where she was going. She used some of her more benign power to conjure a shield to keep out the elements. Concentrating on the spells was difficult, but not impossible as using her mutant powers had been. That made her more certain she'd ended up on Earth when she'd teleported. Her powers were always so limited outside of Limbo. That she could still access them, and still display some of her more charming physical traits meant that the spell to seal the dimension away hadn't finished. So much for having a more innocent childhood again.

She broke from the relative shelter of the trees and found herself facing some sort of resort compound. She made for the first building she found, but it turned out to be a stable of some sort. There weren't likely to be people in a stable during weather like this. What was this, some sort of Gulf Coast vacation resort? The next buildings she found looked very foreboding, so she opted to walk on a little further, until she spied a more friendly-looking building. She slipped inside, and found herself staring at an enormous indoor pool. Definitely a resort of some kind. She dropped the magical shield, just in case whomever she ran into didn't know about such things, and glanced down. Shields would be the least of her problems, since she could still see her tail in shadow behind her.

"Calm down, 'Yana," she growled. "Can't give in, right? What would Kitty or Dani think?" She shook her head, trying to calm herself, even though she wasn't sure it was possible at the moment. She was too upset at herself for losing control of her powers, and then for flying off the handle. She reached up and twisted her long blonde hair, wringing out the water that had soaked it before she'd thought to shield, and tried to remember what Dani had taught her about finding focus and calming down. A noise nearby startled her from her concentration, and she whirled around to find someone staring at her.

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poeticmisery
2008-08-18 11:21 pm UTC (link)

In the wake of the hurricanes buffets, something seemed to dash along the horizon. While most people couldn't percieve of what it was, those who had enhanced senses might be able to make out the streak of movement as whatever it was moved faster than even the winds could carry it. In it's wake water sprayed like it was breaking upon the rocks of a cliff, leaving a light trail behind whatever it was that moved so quickly. It didn't seem to rest in one place for long, but rather kept on moving, despite the ill weather, it didn't seem to tire from zipping back and forth.

The last part, however, was an illusion. Even as tireless as he was, Clark Kent was starting to get broken in spirit if not in body. He'd been at this most of the morning, dashing around, not finding anything important. Every odd shaped rock was just and odd shaped rock, every alcove just an alcove. There wasn't a hidden nook or cranney on this island that held one ounce more of secrets than his very room did. In fact, none of them were as interesting as his room was, nor did they respond to them him in the same way. He'd tried concentrating on his room, trying to make it a portal to another world, however the room just became an ordinary hotel room then, as if telling him that it was pointless to try to resist.

And yet, resist he did.

Clark paused then, standing out in the rain to survey the land, the hard water pouring over his brow, almost making it hard to see. His blue t-shirt was soaked now, down to his skin, and it hugged the firm pecs and washboard abs that would have turned the head of most girls where he came from. He didn't usually dress in just a t-shirt, but there was no point in getting more than was necessary wet, a few minutes of running at super speed was like being in front of the business end of a firehose with the storm going on, and often times more like a sandblaster. He should be thankful he had clothes at all, Clark reflected.

As if to challenge that sentiment, however, a sudden buffet of wind slammed into him, and while Clark could stand his ground without budging with a linebacker coming to sack him, the wind scooped him off of the ground before he could hunch down to center his gravity. As he sailed through the air Clark managed to catch a distorted view of some trees coming at him, or rather him coming at some trees. He pulled his hands over his face as he flew through them, angry wooden branches snapping against the steely muscles of his arms and back, causing him to grunt. It stung a little, but didn't really hurt, even though it would have left a normal human being with scratches and deep gashes.

Clark was hardly normal. Or a human being, for that matter.

When he finally landed in the ground his hand slammed deep into the earth for a handhold, but it seemed like their was little reason to. The clouds were lightening, and in one direction it almost seemed as if the storm was disappating. Either that or they were just in the eye of it. Clark hoped it was the former, because so far since he'd gotten here it'd pretty much been monsoon season, and he was getting a little sick of it. It did make things easier to search though, not many people were willing to venture out too far into the storm, as Lois had pointed out to him.

Sighing, Clark decided it was time to take a break. His stomach was growling noisily at him in protest of him not feeding it, and now he looked like a mess, really. So he booked it to the nearest building he could, coming out of super speed a good enough distance that people probably wouldn't notice that a moment before he'd just been a blur. As he stepped inside of the place, he realized that he'd actually come into the wrong room. This was the pool area, and he'd been aiming for a diner of some sort. Now that he thought about it, he probably should have studied a map, but it was easy to lose track of buildings when you were getting tossed around by a storm.

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