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Illyana Nicolievna Rasputina (ex_darkchyld899) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-04 17:36:00

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!shelved, day 17, illyana rasputin, location: forest, open, ramirez

Day 17: 11pm
Who: Illyana Rasputin and OTA
What: Venting some anger.
Where: Just inside the forest, between the carnival and gas station.
When: Day 17, 11pm-ish
Rating: PG-13?
Status: Active.

No matter how she tried, Illyana couldn't get her thoughts to stop circling. Doug's death. Piotr's death. The rest of the X-Men dying. Now, Gambit dying, along with, from what she could gather, nine other people. What was the point of it? People died all the time; she knew this. Hell, she'd killed her fair share of people in her short life. But so much senseless death in such a short time was wreaking havoc on her already unbalanced psyche. She'd wandered aimlessly since the monitors went black, avoiding the rest of the town's inhabitants, except for notes in journals. She wasn't sure she was safe to be around. She felt the frustration building in her, and was afraid that if she actually ran into someone, she might end up lashing out and hurting them. And that, Illyana would not be able to live with.

However, the frustration built and built, and needed some sort of an outlet soon, or it would drive her mad. Helplessness was not a feeling that agreed with the young mutant. She had to do something. Her wandering, which was more like angry stalking, eventually brought her out to the edge of the woods. She froze in her tracks, staring at the darkened forest. A slow, wicked grin came to her lips. Trees. Who'd miss the trees? Harmless way to vent her frustrations, right? And maybe, it would get her noticed by the people she wanted to hurt. Because even though she'd just seen a fellow mutant die, Illyana felt confident in her own powers and sorcery to think it wouldn't happen to her. Teenaged immortality. Or stupidity.

She marched out into the woods, until she could no longer make out the road behind her. Then, she let her frustration and anger out in a long, loud scream. Screaming helped. It really did. But it didn't take away her desire to smash things. She summoned her armor and soulsword with a thought, and swung the blade at the trees. It passed through them as if they didn't exist, as she figured it would. It couldn't hurt things that weren't tainted with magic, after all. She let the sword clatter to the ground, and, with another scream, formed a small fireball in her hands and hurled it at the tree nearest to her. Her magic was weak here, like it was at home, but it was enough to leave a singe-mark on the tree, and Illyana grinned in satisfaction. Although she couldn't tell, her eyes flickered between their natural blue and demonic yellow. She could, however, feel the fangs and horns begin to grow from her jaw and head. She hurled another few little spells at the trees, reveling in the damage they did, imagining she was attacking the people who'd trapped her here, who'd killed all those people on the TVs today. She was completely absorbed in her own twisted catharsis.

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elcian
2009-08-30 02:24 am UTC (link)

"New...York? No." Limbo sounded like something some-what familiar. People called the land of the dead limbo sometimes. "Limbo..if familiar. The Land of the Dead is sometimes called this by the common people. Really, its nothing more than a very low part of the sky." Not thinking really if she'd understand that part about the 'sky' or not.

"Trying to figure out a course of action, against our captors. And to find a way back. They're sick, and they even experimented on me and others. Took my kidney." Ramirez spoke, rubbing his side briefly where his kidney used to be. What bastards they were.

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ex_darkchyld899
2009-09-02 01:57 am UTC (link)

Illyana's eyes widened for a moment as he said Limbo seemed familiar, and she tensed. But as he continued, she let her posture relax. Different concept of Limbo from her own. "Not quite like my Limbo," she said, shaking her head. "The dead don't stay in my...in the Limbo I know. Just creatures that look like demons." Bite your tongue, Illyana, or else the whole place would know what was up with you before long. This man's Limbo sounded more like the land of Hades from mythology.

"They took your kidney?" Illyana said, blinking. She shifted uncomfortably where she stood, thinking about that. She'd only been in this place two days, so she really had no idea about the experiments, aside from what she'd seen on the monitors today. "Why the hell would they take your kidney?" In a weird way, she could almost understand the torture and death - Belasco had enjoyed torture and killing, and had tried to raise her to do the same, after all - but stealing organs? What were they going to do with it, sell it on the black market somewhere? She shook her head. "That's messed up."

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elcian
2009-09-06 09:02 am UTC (link)

"Your limbo?" Ramirez raised a brow to her words. Demons? Demons were something of myth, never anything proven beyond monsters that roamed the land. Giant ones at that at times. "Demons? You mean monsters? Yes, its weird not seeing any about. I'm used to them roaming the skies like a plague." Of course, the woman would probably not know how to take such information. They both sounded incredibly odd to the other now.

"Yes, my kidney." His arms crossed, he was frowning. The subject still enraged him, especially with how they appeared to use some other fool to do it. "I don't know why they took it, I'd have stopped to ask but I woke up in a tub full of ice and some blithering idiot with a scalpel next to me covered in my blood. He didn't know anything...probably hypnotized or framed. Maybe they wanted me to kill him?" The silver-haired admiral looked away, off into the distance where he'd killed the squirrel previously.

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ex_darkchyld899
2009-09-07 11:01 pm UTC (link)

Damn. He'd caught the possessive there. Illyana's lips thinned as she grew exasperated with her own loose tongue. "Sort of," she said, deciding to ignore that particular comment and focus instead on the idea of flying monsters that this man was talking about. "Not many fly. Mostly they walk or run." She tilted her head slightly. "So you deal with flying monsters on a daily basis?" she asked. Very odd indeed. No wonder he wanted a sword.

She blinked as he described what had happened with his kidney. "That's beyond messed up," she said. "The people who stuck us here are sick." A thought struck her. "Do they always show the experiments on TV like today?" she asked. Maybe whoever had done this wasn't a person. She remembered Betsy, and more recently Kitty, talking about Mojo, who liked putting horrible things on TV on his planet. What if they were trapped in one of his TV shows, or something?

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