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Connor (leconnortemple) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2010-07-06 14:17:00

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connor temple, illyana rasputin

Who: Ilyana Rasputin and Connor Temple
What: Going to go play at a carnival, of course
When: Mid-morning, day 2
Where: Starting at the shops, then heading around town
Rating: PG to PG-13, I'd guess, mostly for language
Status: Incomplete

Connor was, admittedly, a bit nervous about the morning's adventure. Things had changed around town. There were places with electricity, for one. That hadn't happened before. And he'd found himself locked into the library the night before, which had never happened before. Not that he'd been in any hurry to leave, but it was just plain weird. The library itself had even changed, hardly the piece of junk it had been before. Not exactly sparkly and new, but it really didn't look like it was about to go crashing down, either. And there were houses, which was where Ilyana was staying. Actual houses? Now he knew he'd remember if those had been around before.

Then there were the people. Some people seemed to remember most things, like he did. Others only had vague recollections of having been there before. And then there were the others, the ones like Ilyana, who didn't remember a thing. So she wasn't going to remember running around playing with them when she'd been brought there as a six year-old. She didn't remember Andy, she didn't remember Rose and Lexie and Sarah Jane, and she didn't remember Dora. The girl he was meeting? It was definitely not his little friend playing April anymore. It was another woman entirely. Mostly.

He had his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants as he made his way over to the shops. He had to wonder if it was still as easy to just grab what you needed, like a bunch of pathetic looters after a natural disaster or a riot. A pair of shoes never hurt anyone. Neither did a jacket or, say, pants that weren't his jimjams.

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leconnortemple
2010-07-08 03:54 pm UTC (link)

The smile he gave her was sympathetic and he simply nodded. "Yeah. I know. And it doesn't make sense why they'd do it. Probably a weird question, considering but uh...how old are you?" She'd been in her late teens, he thought, and that might make the difference. What if they'd gone and gotten her from before she'd been this time? That would explain why she couldn't remember, but it wouldn't explain why they'd gone and done it in the first place. "I think the thing that freaks me out the most is that they have the ability to do it at all."

Another wry laugh escaped, this one barely a chuckle. "They do love torturing us that way. I think..." His forehead scrunched, trying to remember. "They put us through hell here once, and I mean up and tried to kill us all... Oh, yeah, be prepared for that, by the way. Anyway, they treated us to a feast after. Serious feast, food everywhere type feast. I downed two burgers without batting an eye." And Andy had saved them for him. And Kimberly and Elliot had been talking nearby. And now he didn't see any of the above anywhere around and it was freaking him out, quite honestly.

"There's a boutique?" Connor yelped a breath later. First of all, that was so not there before. Secondly, that meant there were real clothes. Things to actually wear that didn't involve his jammies which was, besides embarrassing, just plain impractical, as Ilyana pointed out. Ignoring the smirk and the slight rise of pink in his cheeks, he shrugged. "Wait...Gambit...is that the super creepy red-eyed guy who's way too happy to be here?" He and Chris and Stephen, too, had all had a good laugh about that one. "Frankly, I could take him. Or maybe I couldn't, but I'd be more than happy to find where to steal them back from." After all, Connor was a lover, not a fighter. Actually, he was just a crap fighter. Where the hell was Abby when he needed her?

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ex_darkchyld899
2010-07-08 04:11 pm UTC (link)

"Not quite so odd a question," Illyana said, although another smirk graced her features when she said it. The topic of her age was still a matter of debate at home. "About 19," she offered, after thinking a moment. Really, she should be about 11 or 12, all things considered, but thanks to Belasco, she'd missed those years, at least the way most people experienced them. "Why, how old are you?" she asked. He didn't seem that far off from her age, maybe a little older. It was hard to tell. Shan didn't seem that much older than her, either, and Rahne didn't seem quite as much younger as she really was.

"I can think of several people who'd have the ability to do this," she said, her expression darkening. That crazy Mojo thing, for one, the one who'd kidnapped Betsy Braddock a few years back, and who'd held Rachel Summers hostage as well. That thought had her tense again. What if it was Mojo, and they were stuck in some sick reality show of his, on some crazy inter-galactic cable channel? The more Connor described the place, the more likely it sounded, at least to her mind. Torture, trying to kill, then a happy feast for surviving, like the prize in a game show? Definitely like Mojo. She'd slaughter him if it turned out he was behind this.

Illyana's mood lightened again at Connor's delight in there being real stores. She nodded, grinning now, and pointed down the street. "Just that way, about two up from where we are," she said. And she nodded at his description of Gambit. "He's not that creepy," she said, feeling a token need to defend someone from home. "He...he's from my home, but in my future, I think. Knows some of the same people I do. And no, you couldn't take him." She had no idea what Gambit's actual powers were, but if he'd been an X-Man, there was no way a regular human like Connor would be able to win against him in a fight. "No offense, or anything, I just know the type of people he'd have hung out with."

She looked down the street toward the shops again. Maybe she'd missed something she could fit into when she'd come looking yesterday. "So, wanna go see what we can find before we hit up this Carnival, wherever it is?"

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leconnortemple
2010-07-09 02:09 am UTC (link)

The 'about' in front of her age wasn't wasted on him. Just another of the tiny details that would sit and fester in his head. One day he'd have friends who could say exactly what they meant. "I feel like you're about the same age as before," he said thoughtfully. "Or maybe a year or two older? Around there, at least. I'm twenty-three." Andy's laid back voice in his head felt the need to remind him that at least she wasn't jailbait this go round, but he refused to think too much on it. Mostly because...well, Andy wasn't there.

He'd also let the fact that she knew people who could pull this off slide, too. It took a new level of evil to manage a mass kidnapping through time, and potentially space, too. Not to mention setting up whatever this place was before everyone got there. And doing it all over again. And erasing memories. Hell, that was evil even Helen Cutter couldn't pull off, and Connor really had a lot of faith in just how evil Helen could be.

Connor was okay with her letting him know flat out that this Gambit was no one he wanted to fight with. Funny how she knew that and hadn't even seen him in action. Though he'd come a long way since starting at the ARC, he still wouldn't put himself up against anyone in a one-on-one unless he absolutely had to. No, sadly, Connor wasn't afraid to let a girl fight his battles. "I guess," he replied, regarding Gambit's level of creepiness. Maybe the crazy redhaired bloke with barely a word of English was better behaved now that he'd been dragged back yet again. "Either way! Let's get going then. I could do with a bit of exploring, especially if it leads to food at the end."

And exploring meant he wasn't hanging around the library looking pathetic, waiting for a girl who wasn't going to show up. He felt it in his gut and hated it, but he had to go on. Only months ago, he'd forgotten Kimberly had even existed. He could keep going without her. If only he knew she was okay back home, he'd be just fine. "Can't deny, jeans do sound a lot nicer. These are comfy, just not long term." Shoving his hands back into his pockets, he started off in the direction that Ilyana had pointed in.

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ex_darkchyld899
2010-07-09 02:27 am UTC (link)

Maybe a little older? How much older? What had happened between then and now, Illyana wondered. "I don't suppose I talked a lot about what was going on at home before, did I?" she asked, trying to keep her voice casual. The whole not knowing grated on her the more she thought about it. When Connor mentioned his age, she grinned. "That's about my brother Piotr's age," she said. Since she wasn't entirely sure when she'd left New York, thanks to the wonders of Limbo and time-space teleportation, she couldn't be exactly sure. For all she knew, she'd missed his birthday and he was 24 now. She hadn't exactly had a chance to ask during the Inferno.

Her grin only widened when Connor seemed keen on exploring with her for a bit. If they were really lucky, they'd find something to eat. There had to be food in this place, despite the idea of starvation Connor had mentioned. If it was a Mojo-world, there'd be something, but it would be hidden. She fell into step beside Connor, keeping her eyes open for any little cameras that would let her know if her hunch was right. "Boutique's here," she said, turning toward the shop she'd rummaged through yesterday. "It's mostly girly stuff in the front, but there's a bit of mens' clothing nearer the back of the store. That's where I found this." She tugged on her shirt collar.

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leconnortemple
2010-07-10 04:24 am UTC (link)

Connor was trying desperately to remember all the details people kept asking him for. Her brother's name brought up a spark of memory, but he couldn't remember why. "I remember you had one hell of a temper on you," he teased. "But I can't remember much else. No specifics. Oh! But you had a friend who had a pet dragon? Katie or Katya or something?" Or had that just been her younger self? Then again, he had the feeling little Yana had been much more talkative than adult Ilyana had.

For once, Connor was actually quiet as Ilyana showed him the boutique. It hadn't occurred to him until they reached the door that boutiques were typically known for their women's clothing. He might be desperate, but he was not going around dressing like a chick. The relief on his face had to have been obvious when she mentioned men's clothing towards the back. "Care to join me, my lady?" he asked, opening the door and tilting slightly in a mock little bow. His social life might be, but chivalry wasn't dead.

The store smelled old and musty and drudged up more memories for Connor. Well, they did say scent was the strongest link to memory. He remembered hunting for warm jumpers and socks and blankets. He remembered trying to find people, Tonks being propped up near the shop after one of those horrible experiments. Maybe this hadn't been the best idea, but Ilyana was right. He did need better, more sturdy clothes. Especially in this place.

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ex_darkchyld899
2010-07-10 03:43 pm UTC (link)

She couldn't help but grin at his description of her. One hell of a temper? That could be putting it mildly, depending on the circumstance. And she doubted that Dani or Sam would contradict him. Or Kitty. She blinked as Connor went on, though. She'd trusted him enough to tell him about Kitty and Lockheed? And not just about Kitty, but about the nickname she and Piotr had for her? "Her name's Kitty," she said, automatically correcting him. "She's my best friend." She glanced down, then back up at Connor. "She's abroad right now. Well, back home. Went to Scotland to see a doctor." She had no idea how much she'd told Connor before, or how much of a memory the information could trigger for him, if she'd told him more, but she didn't feel comfortable explaining the whole story. Not yet. Maybe in time, if she'd trusted him this much before, she could.

As they stopped in front of the store, Illyana had to work very hard not to laugh at Connor's expression, first at the horror of seeing the dresses displayed by the window, then the relief when she mentioned they had some menswear at the back. It wasn't nice to make fun of someone who'd had an identical reaction to your own the day before. She did laugh, well, more like giggle, at his sudden burst of chivalry, and grinned. "Thank you, kind sir," she said, doing a mock curtsy, which was really more like a plié, thanks to Stevie's merciless ballet lessons. She stepped through the door and into the boutique proper, waiting just inside for Connor to catch up.

"Past the taffeta and crinoline display, there," she said, pointing toward the back corner. The selection wasn't huge, but there had to be something for him. She switched the carpet bag to her other hand as she walked back toward the menswear. And maybe more for her as well.

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