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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 07:13 pm UTC (link)

"... Right." Clark said, realizing from Illyana's sceptical look that she wasn't exactly buying the fact that he had fallen down and it had left him in this state. At least he didn't have twigs in his hair. He gave her an innocent little smile, that almost looked like a kid who had been caught with his hands in a cookie jar trying to ask his parents not to punish him. "It's kind of slippery outside... and... well, I'm a little bit of a klutz...." he said, his eyebrows raising again as he secretly prayed that she would buy his story. She looked like she wasn't though, her arms were crossing over her chest in the way that his mother usually did before she was about to bust him for using his powers unnecessarily. To have managed to keep his secret from Chloe and then get busted by a sophmore just because he was a bad liar seemed almost ironic in a way.

But it appeared that his comments on the world were more than enough of a distraction to keep her from catching onto his secret, and even though she wasn't taking it nearly as well as he could have hoped for, Clark found himself more than a little relieved that they were off the topic of how his shirt had gotten shredded and onto other things, as depressing as they might be. Though looking at her face, Clark almost felt as if he was better off revealing her secret. Illyana didn't have what he would call a 'sweet' expression on her face. In fact, for some reason he was reminded of seeing the exorcist when he was younger...

Then again, if she'd been in the process of saving her friends... Clark couldn't imagine how much he'd have panicked if he'd been in the midst of saving Lana when he'd been taken. It was all he could do to hope that she was alright, what with all of the mutant freaks that were running around his town. He saw her doing something, though it almost looked as if she were trying not to scream, or really concentrating on something. He took a step towards her, to try to place a comforting hand on her shoulder, when suddenly she screamed in frustration and a plant across the pool burst into flames.

Clark snatched his hand back and took a step back. "Woah." He said, holding his hands up in front of himself. At this point she'd probably remember that there was still a chance that Clark had never seen magic before, even if he did remind her of her brother in a way. "Take it easy..." he said gently. "I'm just as much of a prisoner here as you are, as far as I can tell everyone is... and they've all been looking for ways to escape, and not found anything..."

The girl paused then, and he could see her struggling with her temper, only to calm down, and start to blush again. His blue eyes stared at her as he tilted his head lightly to the side, those steely blues focusing on her in a way that made it seem as if he was looking through her, but in actuality Clark was trying to determine what she was. Maybe she was a meteor freak from a world like his own?

They widened though, when she mentioned 'going demon' on him, especially when she followed it with tearing off his head. "...thanks..." Clark said, slowly leading her out towards the plaque. Normal people probably came here all the time and found themselves lost.... why was it HE had the luck to run into a demon girl the first time he tried to greet someone?

He blinked as he saw the field erect around both of them, and reached a finger out to touch it lightly, as if he thought it would shock him. This was certainly only getting stranger by the minute. He opened his mouth to tell Illyana that he might actually be safer with the storm than within her blast radius when she read the plaque, but thought better of it. He was faster than a speeding bullet, but, if this little girl wasn't a meteor freak and was using something like magic... well, he wasn't sure exactly how well his kryptonian hide would stand up to that one.

"You should probably... brace yourself..." he offered as they finally walked up to the plaque, and he took a step back, to the very edge of her bubble as he left her to read the words, wondering if something else was going to be exploding in the next few seconds...

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ex_darkchyld899
2008-08-19 08:25 pm UTC (link)

Illyana let him lead the way to this plaque in silence. She was still upset at herself for losing control so easily. The Professor would flip if he ever found out. The New Mutants would flip if they found out. Piotr...she didn't want to think about disappointing her brother. That was the one thing that bothered her the most about her demonic powers, that Piotr might think less of her because she was weak enough to use them.

She looked at Clark as he spoke his warning, and nodded. "I promise I won't lash out at you," she said, trying to make it sound flippant. She hoped she could keep the promise. She stepped closer to the plaque and read the entire thing three times over, drinking in the words and their meaning. "That explains why I can't 'port," she muttered to herself, "if I could 'port, I'd be in Limbo and be out of here." She frowned. "But I can still access Limbo, at least a little, since I can use my other powers." So perhaps there was a chance she'd be able to get away from this 'Mirage' at some point.

The point about not killing disturbed her, though. It was a good rule in theory, and one that all of the Professor's students followed when they could, but Illyana wasn't always in her right mind. What if the Darkchylde took over and killed someone. She'd be punished for the actions of a demon, because she was the demon, except not truly, since her soul wasn't fully corrupted.... It made her head hurt to think about it.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before turning to Clark. She was angry still, yes, but thinking of the Professor and Dani and the others was helping her keep control of her temper, for the moment. So was the shield, since it divided her concentration and didn't let her indulge in her emotions. She didn't want to be caught in the storm again. "So we get everything we could ever want, except the ability to go home?" She snorted. "Not exactly bright, this planet. The one thing everyone wants it won't give. How happy are its residents ever going to truly be?" She shook her head. "So, I've got an apartment or something in this place?" she asked. The plaque had said she'd have a place to live.

So far, so good. She hadn't blown anything up in at least three minutes. If she could keep it up, she'd be doing great. A glance behind her confirmed that her tail had disappeared, finally, which was another good sign that she was keeping control, for the moment.

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