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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
2008-08-21 07:17 pm UTC (link)

"Oh!" Clark said as Illyana mentioned the quote was from MacBeth. Yeah, he was pretty sure that someone would have recognized that in his world too. Kind of weird to think that his world and hers shared the same literature. He wondered if there were actually many planets here that shared similar texts. Maybe he should swing by the library and see exactly what was the same and what was different between the worlds. Not that it would get him much closer to finding a way out of here, but it was an interesting idea, at least. "Yeah, English isn't exactly my strongest subject..." Clark offered with a sheepish grin, knowing that it would likely excuse his lack of knowledge on the subject. Unless of course Illyana was a hard core bookworm, but she didn't look like it.

"That's... awful." Clark said, commenting on the fact that she'd had her soul tainted. How someone, regardless of their power, could do that to someone else still baffled him, even to this day. He didn't understand why he seemed to be the only one with super powers who didn't want to abuse them to dominate people who didn't have them. There were a few exceptions, of course, but so many who fit the mold of wanting to conquer the world, kill people who had upset them, or just find some way to make people they deemed less than them submit. "Is there any way to undo what he'd done?" Clark wasn't sure how he felt about God, but if there was one, he couldn't imagine someone's soul could just be stolen from them without a way to get it back...

"Wait, he's the master of Magnetism? Does he pick up a ton of girls in bars then, or... like actual magnetic force?" Clark blinked at that idea. Now that he thought about it, if someone could control magnetic force, depending on how well, they might be able to do atomic manipulation themselves. What a frightening idea... he wondered if Illyana had considered this in her world, but her mood seemed light enough that he didn't want to bog her down with any more droll talk of doom and despair.

"You take the fight to them?" Clark said, frowning slightly. He'd thought that the group might be like him, for a moment, but he never went out looking for a fight, only to defend those that he cared about. "So does that mean that your school is more like a military academy then?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong, it's boring, but... boring is good..." Clark said, not realizing that to Illyana that might hint that there was something that he was hiding from her. After all, most people who were in boring situations grew up wanting to be free, wanting a life outside of what they had. That Clark was happy with the life he claimed to have either meant he was very unique, or that he was one of the rare people who was happy where he was at. Whichever it was though, they came to the end of one building, and Clark lead her across the way through the wind and rain to the next building, somewhat confident she'd put up a shield to protect herself.

"Alright... second floor." He said as he ascended a staircase and came out at the second floor, not seeing anyone in particular in the halls. He stopped with her outside of her room. "Sorry I couldn't be more help... I know this situation kind of sucks..." he offered. "But, you probably want some time to get acquainted with your room, I'd guess..." Clark said, politely offering to make himself scarce so she could be alone with her thoughts, and not have to stare at him nearly half naked in a ripped t-shirt.

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ex_darkchyld899
2008-08-21 09:02 pm UTC (link)

"It's not really mine either," Illyana said, grinning. "Especially since I only really learned the language a few years ago. The Professor loves literature and philosophy, though, so we get a lot of that, in addition to our other training. She actually liked MacBeth, though. It was one of the less boring books or plays that she'd had to read for him.

When Clark asked about a way to undo the damage to her soul, Illyana bit her lip. No one could ever give her an answer to that question. "As far as I know, there isn't. But that doesn't mean one doesn't exist. We didn't have a lot of time to consult with the masters of the arcane, sadly." She shrugged. "I just have to be careful not to let my more negative emotions take over, at least for now." She looked over at Clark as an idea came to her. "Hey, you don't think there are mages here, do you? Maybe someone with different magical knowledge can help me."

She laughed at the thought of Magneto in a bar trying to pick up girls, especially in his cape and helmet. "No, no, actual magnetism. Anything metal, he can handle really well. He can also adjust the magnetic fields that everything has, and make himself fly, sort of, by pushing off of them. "I don't think Magneto would ever go to a bar. He's too...old." She laughed again.

"There are people where I come from that want to harm others, especially people like me, who are...different." Even on this new planet, it felt strange to mention she was a mutant, despite the fact that she'd almost told him not a few minutes earlier. "Not everyone with powers uses them responsibly. So, the Professor trains us in the responsible use of our own, so that we can protect people from those who choose not to use them responsibly." It probably did sound like a military academy, but Illyana found that idea odd. The actual student body at Xavier's school was so small that it was more like a private tutoring academy. "Sometimes I wish our lives were a bit more boring," she said, looking off into the distance as they walked. Boring would have meant Doug was still alive, she was normal, and her brother and Kitty might have had a chance for a proper relationship.

She regarded the door to her room carefully as they approached, dropping her shield at last. It looked pretty boring. She looked up at Clark as he began to apologize for not helping. She made a face. "What do you mean, 'sorry'? You were a lot of help, you know." She smirked. "You didn't freak out at me or attack me or anything. That right there is a big help, since I was so pissed off earlier. Your attitude helped me get control of myself. And you've given me the basics of this place." She frowned. "It really sucks," she agreed. "But my brother's been in worse situations than this and come out okay, so I'm sure we will too." Oh yes, Piotr had been in worse danger, definitely, but had he been in as tight a trap? She thought of Dallas a year or so earlier, and decided that indeed he had, and had come out all right in the end. "You kinda remind me of him. Piotr's not so smooth around girls either, and he's got the handsome farmboy act down." She smiled slyly at Clark and leaned against the wall beside her room.

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