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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
2008-08-19 09:28 am UTC (link)

Clark did in fact think that Illyana was crazy. She had a tail, after all, and though he didn't say anything, that didn't exactly seem, well, normal. But then again, neither did talking to yourself... But who was Clark to comment on normalcy when his eyes could shoot out beams of heat? She didn't seem exactly 'bad', as Clark might have initially assumed from her devil tail, and given the fact that he himself would have been hunted down like a wild animal had anyone known exactly who or what he was, he tried his best to see past it. Strange, yes, but not like the tail itself made her a bad person.

No, in a way she was kind of cute. Younger than he was by at least a few years, but she had looks he imagined that would cause her to have a horde of admirers when she got older. "Nice to meet you, Illyana..." he said, taking her hand and giving it a gentle shake. His hands were surprisingly soft, for how much it looked like he worked out. Clark himself wasn't thinking about how he looked until after he shook her hand, and saw the color rise to her cheeks. Right, his shirt...

"I fell." Clark said, realizing exactly how stupid he sounded saying that, especially when he didn't have any scratches on him beneath the torn shirt. "And the shirt was kinda torn anyway..." He said, realizing he was digging himself a bigger hole with each word. His blue eyes desperately looked around for something to take the conversation away from the mystery that was Clark Kent, when Illyana did it for him.

"Oh." Clark said, and it was immediately clear that what she'd said was not a good thing. He grimaced slowly and looked down. "You must be new here then..." He turned and looked outside, the storm was still raging pretty hard. Sort of made things hard to explain, but he'd give it a go anyway. They had to cross this place to get to where the plaque was anyhow.

"You're not crazy." Clark started, trying to comfort her. He could only imagine how freaky this all sounded. "Near as I can tell, everyone here is a prisoner in this place. Something called 'The Planet', brought us all here from different planets or dimensions, I don't know which." He bit his lower lip as the next part came, knowing that it would be hard for the young girl to swallow. "So far, I don't think anyone's been able to escape, or if they have I've never heard of it. I've only been here a few days though..." Clark admitted.

As they got to the other side of the pool, near the door there was a raincoat there which would help Illyana go out in the storm without getting wet. Clark, obviously, didn't care so much about it. "Come on, there's a kind of vague explanation on a plaque outside..." he offered. "Not that it says much, but... at least it's from the source..."

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ex_darkchyld899
2008-08-19 10:04 am UTC (link)

"You fell," Illyana said, looking at the shirt more critically. It was the sort of response her brother might give, and she never let him get away with it either. It looked more like what happened to Piotr's clothing when he had to become Colossus and he'd forgotten to wear his uniform. Unstable molecules worked with his transformation; cotton, not so much. Comparing Clark to Piotr made it a lot easier to keep her hormones in check as well. She crossed her arms in front of her and shook her head like she did when she chastised her older brother.

But then, Clark started talking about being a prisoner on a strange world, and she bristled. Her expression darkened as she listened, and she felt her anger rising again. "You mean some 'Planet' is repsonsible for pulling me away from Limbo?!" she growled. He'd mentioned people being from other dimensions, so she assumed it was safe to talk about her own. "It might have condemned all my friends to death by doing that! I didn't get to finish my seal spell." She paced to the wall and back, shaking her head furiously. She froze in her tracks when Clark continued, her eyes flying wide open. "What do you mean no one's been able to escape? We're stuck here?"

Without thinking, she tried again to summon one of her stepping disks. As before, no matter how much power she put into her summons, she couldn't create a teleportation disk. She screamed in frustration, forgetting Clark was there for a moment, and lashed out again with power she could access, her darker magic, striking a potted plant across the pool. It burst into flames.

She rounded on Clark when he offered to show her the plaque, feeling her cheeks grow red. She shut her eyes and took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to calm down and act like a New Mutant, rather than a spoiled demon-brat. She'd been in seemingly impossible-to-escape-from situations before and come out okay. She'd had her mutant powers inhibited before and come out okay. There was some sort of dark presence here, though. It was too vague an impression for Illyana to pinpoint right now, especially since she hadn't yet gotten used to the feel of the planet, but it sang to her, to the demon part of her. She had to deal with it later, though. For now, she had to figure out exactly what was going on, and come up with a plan of action.

"Sorry," she said, focusing her attention on Clark again. "Didn't mean to go all demon just now. Sometimes my temper gets the better of me." She offered another smile, hoping she hadn't just scared away the only person she knew at all on this new planet. "Show me this plaque. I promise not to rip your head off." She turned back to the burning plant for a moment and spoke an incantation that would douse the flames. She didn't want the place catching fire, after all. Then, she recreated her protective shield, extending it to cover Clark as well. "Now we don't have to worry about the storm," she explained. "Just don't go more than five or so steps ahead of me, or you'll be out of range. My powers aren't as strong outside of my Otherplace." It probably didn't make much sense to him, but there'd be time for explanations after she saw this weird plaque thing.

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