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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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ex_darkchyld899
2010-07-16 10:29 pm UTC (link)

"We go to a private school in New York," Illyana said, shaking her head a little and smiling. "It recruits internationally, so we get lots of interesting names." Although, there was no one from England at the mansion at the moment. Not since Betsy disappeared.

She snorted when Connor mentioned the 'advanced degree'. "Sorry, no, failed that class," she said, smirking. "Too easily distracted." Oh, how Rahne would have blushed if she'd heard. And Dani would have rolled her eyes, and 'Berto would have wiggled his eyebrows at her.... She turned away, looking through the shirts again. Illyana Rasputin did not get weepy about things, damn it.

At the mention of her 'old lady bag', Illyana chucked a thumb toward the front of the store. "There's some near the more Donna Reed-style dresses," she said, chuckling. "Trust me, I'd rather have a backpack, but at least it can carry a decent amount of stuff. And it's easier than Gambit's shopping cart." She looked back at Connor. "Although, you'll look about as ridiculous carrying one as I do, if not more. We're both, like, 80 years too young for these things."

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leconnortemple
2010-07-21 03:12 am UTC (link)

"Ah, yeah, I was a private school kid, too. Just not as international, I guess. Mostly kids from the UK, English mostly, a few Scottish, some Welsh." At his casual mention of the Scottish kids, he could almost hear Cutter's brogue in his head and he could still feel the painful memories it brought back. Times like that he missed Abby more than he could imagine. She would have understood. Hard to believe it had only been two days.

He refused to dwell, not when Ilyana was teasing about men's sizes and old lady bags and he really did need to just deal with the fact that he was stuck here. Again. "No idea what you're talking about," he joked, "I am going to look awesome with a big old carpet bag. Like Mary Poppins or something. It'll be insanely brilliant." In truth, he was horrified at the idea, but it was still something to carry things in, and it meant he wouldn't have to drop his things off in the library before they went off to inspect the carnival. Wincing, he tried to grab the one the least 'girly' looking, a blue one with no pattern. "This is so...wrong," he finally declared, throwing the pants and shirts he'd found in there without a second thought. What was he going to do, worry about wrinkles? Hardly.

"All right, one pair of shoes should be enough for now if you want to go ahead and head over to the carnival. To be honest, I'm a little creeped out thinking what we're going to find over there but..." Shrugging, Connor gave her a sort of sheepish look. "Around here, it's usually better to just face things head on. If they want you to experience something, they'll make you do it regardless."

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ex_darkchyld899
2010-07-21 07:16 pm UTC (link)

"We had an English girl with us for a while. Betsy Braddock. She was closer to Piotr's age, though, than mine, although she was really good friends with Doug...." She blinked. Now was not the time to dwell on the dead. But thinking of Betsy made her remember the day they'd come back from the Ani-Mator's lair, bringing Doug's body with them, only to see the X-Men supposedly killed in an explosion in Dallas - Betsy and Piotr with them.

The Mary Poppins comment had her laughing again, though, leaving her little chance to dwell on the past. "You're more of a Bert than a Mary," she laughed, thinking back to the film. Rahne had it on VHS back home, or did at one point. "Although, if one of these can hold as much as hers did, I could deal with it looking way too old-lady." She watched Connor try to pick out one of the bags, and shook her head as he grabbed the plainest one of them all. She walked over to him, picking up one of the floral-print ones and waving it in his face. "Sure you don't want this one instead?" she asked, teasing very much in her tone of voice.

She tossed the bag aside, not caring to put it back where it had been hanging. It wasn't like there was a clerk to yell at her, or anything. "We'll be fine," she said. What could be in a carnival that would creep him out? Unless it was like one of Arcade's carnivals.... She shivered a little at that thought. She'd been six when she'd been trapped in his Murderworld, and it was the scariest thing she'd ever experienced, until Belasco had stolen her away, and shown her what scary really was like.

"I'll protect you from the scary clowns, don't worry," she teased, but the intent behind the comment was sincere. If there was anything that could harm either of them there, she'd take it down. She was still a New Mutant, still a sorceress and, hell, still a demon. And nothing in that carnival could be scarier or more dangerous than the Darkchylde.

Enough of that thinking. She grabbed Connor's free hand and started toward the door. "Let's meet whatever's waiting for us head on, then."

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