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Who; Illyana + OTA
What; Video post at Academy + Beach Shark
Where; Network, new beach, and Academy
When; Throughout the month of July, this is a catch all
Warnings;None.

A. [ V I D E O ]

[ The video feed opens to what some may recognize as the Academy that randomly appeared a while ago. It's not in the greatest condition as shown by the camera moving around. Whose moving the camera? Good question, because it eventually focuses to reveal Illyana floating in the air upside down with her legs folded one across the other.

It's a very normal way to address people. Don't question it. ]

So, I guess we've just got this place now, huh? Clean up crew that came in really could have done a slightly better job. [ No judgement though. Well, maybe some judgement, but that's Illyana: snarky and judgmental. A brief glimpse of her imps working to clean up some rubble can be seen in the background here and there. Followed by a very loud CRASH sound and Illyana snapping: ]

Hey! Be careful back there. [ Is she concerned they'll get hurt? No. ~~Maybe~~ She sighs and then returns to addressing the camera. ]

I was thinking maybe I could teach here. That's what it was used for before right? Not sure how many of you would have the talent, but it'd be something to do. [ And boy is she bored. ]

B. Night of the Shark

Illyana arrived at the beach in the afternoon wearing an actual bikini and giant sunglasses that looked like they belonged in the 80s. Try not to judge her too much, they were in style back when she went to beach parties with her friends. Imagine that, she thought to herself as she walked up to the shore. It felt like it was a different life that she was at a beach with all the other New Mutants. In a way it was, but that was more complicated than she wanted to spend time thinking about. Same could be said for the majority of her life both there and here now. Everything somehow got complicated when you thought about how you felt. Really had a way of killing the mood. Or at the very least for making the mood more sticky and twisty. Yup, that's exactly how she'd describe her weird feelings.

At least this place changed every now and then. That served as a way to at least attempt to find a distraction from weird things like remoistening about the past (she missed her friends) or thinking about the future (why did she want to see him right now?). The fact that the arrival of a beach just seemed to be making her sad was not lost on her as she wandered up and down the shore. She kept away from people as the sun began to set and barely paid any attention to anyone else around. This wasn't what people meant when they suggested she try to be more social. To add to the antisocial look she kept her sunglasses on even as the sun completely set.

That was when she noticed something out of the corner of her eyes that looked suspiciously like a fin.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" A new project. That's what she'd found here. And so began her nighttime adventures with a landshark. Illyana can be found out at the beach at night sitting on a rock casting some sort of spell. Occasionally she can also be found...riding something. That's right, she's learned how to ride a landshark. Only a bit of it's body can be seen sticking out of the sand, mostly it ends up looking like she's just gliding on some sort of large rock. Gliding on it and having a stupid amount of fun. Not that she's going to admit to that part.

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"No, I asked if that's what you were implying." But the offense had blown out of his reaction as they talked. Ultimately, Illyana could leave whenever she damn well wanted to, and if she wasn't, then there must be something worth sticking around for. Maybe it was simply to tease him, but he could fantasize about it being something more that that. "What sort of weapon?" Knives? A few times. Guns? Once or twice.

Without feeling emasculated in the least, he took her hand to mount the shark, and he did sit down, even if she kept standing. "I know better than to say otherwise, love."

"I was." Well, she'd just acknowledge that was her implication then. If he was going to keep asking then she'd just be honest. There was no way he'd be able to pick up the kind of weapons she used. "Battle axe. Two handed greatswords. Things like that." Those were the type of weaponry they used in Limbo. Welcome to the dark ages.

The shark jerked once they were on and then took off through the sand, gliding over the sand like a jeep over harsh terrain. If he'd expected a smooth ride that was not what he got. Illyana seemed to be having fun though, keeping on hand on his while the other was in the air as they moved.

"Uh, no. They aren't exactly common in Detroit and I'm not a lumberjack." He smiled, because honestly what else was he supposed to do when faced with those sorts of things? He could lie, of course, pretend he was some sort of world-renowned warrior, but what purpose would that serve? Besides, there was something about him she liked, weaknesses and all.

Any other retort he might have had was lost as the ride commenced. It wasn't anything like he was expecting and he found himself glad he hadn't just eaten before taking up a seat on the shark's back. He swallowed, trying not to bite his tongue.

"H-" his question was cut off as they hit a bump. Shit. "How do you control this thing?"

"What lumberjacks do you know that use a battleaxe?" That got quite the laugh from her as she had the mental image of a man in a lumberjack outfit trying to lift a giant battleaxe. The shark jerked again and she let out a whoop of enjoyment. There was no hiding that she definitely was enjoying this a bit too much.

"I'm not."

"Sorry, love, I'm not overly familiar with the tools of the lumberjack trade, you know? We don't do a lot of logging in Detroit."

At that, his life, uneventful and mostly lonely as it was, flashed before his eyes. "Fuck. We're trusting a shark. We're going to die."

"You have a very small world view," she said with a smirk. What a terribly uneventful life he was must have lived. Though, a tiny part of her, wondered if that wouldn't have been nice instead of the hectic one she'd existed in for so long.

"You're trusting me, not the shark," she said with a laugh with a wicked edge. "Dying isn't so bad."

"Yeah, maybe so." She wasn't wrong, that was for sure. He hadn't exactly 'been around' as they say. Maybe he could stand to read a few more books.

"I'll pass all the same, love, 'not so bad' or not."

"I should be offended you'd think I'd just let you die." Super rude of him. She muttered something under her breath and then the shark sped up much faster than it'd been going before. "Hold on then."

"To wha-" the rest of the question was lost to the wind as the shark gained momentum. He ended up grabbing for the only thing around to grip onto, which happened to be Illyana's waist.

"I thought you said you weren't controlling it!"

"Me," which he had done. So at least he had gotten the hint! If he hadn't, he might've just fallen off and gotten himself hurt.

"I'm not. I asked him if he'd go a bit faster for me. He decided he would. He's more generous than I thought!"

"None of that is nearly as comforting as you seem to think it is, love." They were trusting the will of a predator, and she might not be prey, but he certainly was.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."

The shark stopped sharply, turned, and returned to an area they could hop off of. It's movements were jerky, that of an unnaturally large creature trying to not throw people off. She jumped off in a fluid motion, landing perfectly on her feet and then offered him a hand.

"Spoilsport."

The sudden jerk of the shark startled him, but he recovered pretty quickly, chuckling slightly.

"Maybe I'm just not built for shark locomotion, love."

"Normal people aren't." He was normal. She wasn't. "What were you built for on a beach then?" Maybe he could pick something for them to do then.

He took a steadying breath while trying to prod his mind into motion. "I used to be pretty decent at sand castles, but I wager that's not exciting to you."

"Piotr and I used to build snow castles." But he was right, it wasn't very exciting. "But I think we're too old for that. Aren't we?"

"I wasn't aware creativity had an age limit." He grinned, because he might not be a joy rider of sharks, but he could be a big kid sometimes. "Or is the Sorceress Supreme of limbo too good to play in the sand?"

"Are sandcastles really creative?" She asked with a smirk. "Are you secretly a sandcastle artist?" she waved a hand. "Go on then. Make one. Impress me."

"Depends on how invested you are in sculpting, I guess. My dad was a woodworker. I guess I picked it up from him." He shrugged. "Alright, but without tools, I'm not promising perfection, and what are you going to do?"

"I could get you tools if you need them," she said with a smile. "Though do you really need them for dealing with sand?"

"Well, sure, if you want something more than a few random stacks of dirt." He smiled. "Any tools you use to model clay would work, and a bucket or two. I can come with if you like."

She laughs and then waves a hand, summoning up a portal above him that drops down a collection of tools. "No need to go anywhere. Will any of those work?"

He's convinced, no matter how many times she does something like that, he's not going to get used to it, but at least this time he doesn't jump. Instead, he looks around at all the things she'd summoned, a few carving tools, buckets...

"Yeah, I think so. Prepare to be mildly impressed." When he was younger, before his father had sunken into a pit of self-loathing so deep he couldn't pull himself out of it anymore, they used to go to the beaches of Lake Michigan on holiday over summer. Jagger had never had friends, really, everyone had thought him to be weird, but he and his father had made do. Sandcastles were a way for them to bond without needing to actually talk.

He moved closer to the water, where the sand was wetter, and took a small spade, filling a pail with sand. "You want to help or watch?"

She laughed and then folded one leg over the other and lifted above the ground again. "If I'm to be impressed, I will simply watch and wait. Go on. Impress me."

"And you're just going to watch?" Of course she was just going to watch. "No pressure or anything, yeah?"

With no clear idea where he was going with this sculpture, he started by packing the bucket full of sand and stacking them atop one another to make a tower three times the height of the bucket, and then he grabbed a small trowel.

"Do you have any requests?"

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