When ur luck stat is in the negative somehow

[ask_whydunit]

Who; Lord El-Melloi II and anyone around
What; Dark Hour Event
Where; Aterat on the other side of the mirror
When; Backdated to the 10th because I am slow
Warnings; None yet, but I will update!



The arrival - OTA:

A certain magus had not trusted the standing mirrors that appeared in everyone’s lodgings from the moment he saw them. Even before he’d heard the whole ‘other world’ thing, he’d seen his reflection, and it had been irritating to see to put it lightly. So rather than interacting with it, or continuing to put up with it. He’d covered the mirror with a sheet and simply ignored it for the last few weeks since his arrival.

Then the bloody thing had started shaking one night, and the sheet fell off… On the one hand, the annoying sight of his other self had not been present. On the other hand, the sight of the room on the other side of the glass had still set off warning signals. So scooping up the sheet, he moved forward to cover it again and go back to relaxing and playing a round of a tactical game on his Gameboy. Only… Well, the sheet was dragging on the floor at his feet and he’d stepped on it and pitched forward clumsily.

And through the mirror, one Lord El-melloi II had gone.

With no mirror present on the other side, the man had done the only thing he could do: Utter some frustrated curses at his bad luck and leave the building behind in search of answers and hopefully some portal back.

What he found outside the building wasn’t much better, of course. Not the worst sight he’d seen in his life… But damn disturbing, accompanied by a tug of unpleasant nostalgia nonetheless, as he looked down at the blood covered streets before his eyes came to rest on the countless coffins stood in rows. What kind of messed up reality had he inadvertently slipped into?

At least this was… manageable outside the obvious disturbing sight. He ended up in weird situations all the time, after all. This was just another day at the office for the professor back in his world… Sure, usually Gray or one of his students was around, but he could manage a small investigation to getting himself out of here easily enough, right? Right. Wrong.

On the run - OTA:

If one skipped forward about two hours, ignoring the standard investigation sequence that inevitably leads to someone finding something they shouldn’t in a horror movie and ending up on the bad side of the thing that’s been lurking in the shadows for most of the movie.

Instead of wandering from one building to the next in a thorough search for a mirror that might be the way out, the mage was currently running (not an activity he enjoyed) between buildings and down side-streets in an attempt to lose more of the damned dark shadowy creatures that kept finding him. Getting too close seemed to cause them to shift into something else though, strange or frightfully beautiful at times, making him wonder if they were some kind of security system for this place, familiars created by something else… But it wasn’t as though he were stupid enough to stick around and ask, they seemed prone to attacking and Waver wasn’t really suited for confrontations of this nature.

At first, running into one here and there had been troublesome, but… not entirely impossible to slow down with a few low-grade gandr shots and flee. Running into several at once was another matter entirely, especially if you say… Were being chased by two and then found yourself cut off by another group ahead that soon morphed to look something like a giant starfish with an eye in the center. “Shit…!” He muttered, skidding to a halt and backing up slightly. Waver’s hair was in total disarray at this point, one hand reaching up to brace his arm as he let another couple cursed shots fly from his fingertips, grimacing as they did little more than slow the things down slightly as they seemed annoyed by the attack more than anything.

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[soulsword]

"Ohh, now that's more like it," she said with a large grin as she held her sword up to judge the situation. A few more shadows had joined the fight, one even sending Waver on a tumble that caused Illyana to just shake her head.

"Hey, shadows, pick on someone your own size," she said as loudly as she could to the creatures. At least it seemed to get their attention away from her companion for the time being. A few more had come out now, moving to cut off all forms of escape for the two of them. Fighting directly would only result in harm potentially coming to Waver while she couldn't look so magic it would have to be. She began to chant a few words under her breath and a strange sort of heat began to swirl around her. Two serpents rose from the heat, each made of hellfire and each slithering out in an opposite direction towards the groups of shadows. Hellfire wasn't like normal fire, it held no elemental power and instead damaged directly with the dark energy of Limbo itself. Illyana directed the snakes out with her hands sending them to wrap around the shadows, engulfing them in tornado of flames.

The expended dark energy resulted in horns appearing on her head as she tried to pull the fire back after it had done it's job of ridding them of their Shadowy enemies. More would come with the show she was putting on but she wasn't entirely certain if the correct move would be to stand their ground here.

"Come. We need to leave before more arrive."

[ask_whydunit]

For once, Waver wasn’t particularly focused on the details around him. Normally he’d be watching intently, impressed by another’s magical abilities and trying to work out just how they worked in his head. Instead, the mage remained where he’d been knocked down by the shadows attacked, head down as some unspeakable weight settled on his shoulders and clouded his usual quick thoughts and attempt at coming up with a tactical plan of attack to assist or guide from the sidelines.

Where the man was usually known for being stubborn in the face of what seemed like hopeless struggles and not letting his many insecurities and inferiority complex keep him down, he couldn’t quite push them from his mind and pick himself up off the ground. Clenching a fist, he tried though, frowning severely at himself even as he felt the rather impressive hellfire snakes attack wrapping around the shadows.

It wasn’t until their attackers were engulfed in flame and reduced to nothing but dissipating puddles of shadow that he managed to raise his head as the weight finally lifted from his mind. Blinking slightly, he shook his head before his eyes fell on Illyana and a brow raised. “You’ve got horns…?” Stumbled out a bit awkwardly first, before what she said connected a moment later and he forced himself back to his feet with a small groan. “Right… We should, would rather, not tempt fate further if we can.” He muttered and did his best to ignore the blood stains soaked into his clothes from falling into the street. Great… Now he looked like he’d murdered someone.

Once he had his bearings enough to start walking again, he offered an awkward glance to his companion again. “And thanks, by the way.” He does know how to thank people for saving his ass, after all.

[soulsword]

"Oh? You don't say, what a new development," she narrowed her eyes at him at the comment about her horns. One comment was all it took to ruin the good mood she'd been in from the fight. If asked she'd insist that she didn't care if he saw her horns, but that wouldn't be the truth. There was always a part of her that hated when people she might actually sort of potentially care about saw that part of her.

"And you have blood stains all over you. From falling." So which was really worse? Probably horns but hey, she felt the need to say something back. She began to walk at his side, keeping a tight grip on her sword just in case more appeared.

"I'll keep a note on you owing me."

[ask_whydunit]

“Well, to me it is.” He responded with a roll of his eyes at her statement, shrugging lightly. Clearly, the professor wasn’t bothered by the horns. Why would they? He’d seen stranger things in his life than a woman with horns. Svin literally gained the form of a large phantasmal wolf when using the most common form of his beast magic. Hell, his apprentice’s face sent him into panic attacks on occasion, considering she currently looked like someone who tried to kill him once. So, somehow, he could handle seeing Illyana’s horns more easily. “I take it that it’s normal for when you use your abilities like that.” He added, no hint of judgement in his voice, having noticed the way she narrowed her eyes at him when he first asked. The more sensible concern in his opinion would be to worry about if he ever accidentally pissed her off enough to have that power turned on him.

The attention on his clothes gets a sigh. “I’m unpleasantly aware of that, thanks. I’m probably going to need to burn this suit…” He mumbled with a scowl. It felt gross, and he sure as hell didn’t expect he was going to be able to ever get it properly clean. He hoped that the trail they were following was going to lead to a mirror, after all. The sooner he could do away with the remains of that encounter, the better, in his opinion.

Waver was used to being in debt in some form, so he offered a nod. He wasn’t really sure what she might expect down the line, which was a little unsettling… But he’d cross that bridge if he came to it.

[soulsword]

"Hmm, I hadn't expected you to be shallow enough to notice physical changes." There was a hint of defensiveness in her tone rather than her usual sarcastic teasing. Even if he wasn't judging right now she was still...strangely worried about a future judgement coming. How odd. The only time she ever cared about someone seeing her demonic features had been when they were someone she actually cared about an opinion of. Irritating.

"In my world dark magic taints you and dark magic is offensive magic," she replied a bit curtly. "Sometimes your features change when you use it. This form was the form I took without a soul, when pieces were taken bit by bit. They show up sometimes when I use a lot of black magic all at once. Is that a problem?" She tilted her head slightly and then looked forward towards the trail they were following.

"Onwards then!" She tried to give a bit of enthusiasm to her statement to take away from any potential emotions besides that he might pick up. "I could clean it up for you." But would she? Probably not now.

[ask_whydunit]

“When the use of magic is involved, I suppose I can’t help but observe out of curiosity.” He responded, tone just a touch uncertain and maybe a smidgen embarrassed at being called out on that. Reines had gotten on his case more than once for speaking or asking about things like this without thinking, and while he tried, sometimes his curiosity got the better of him. This was why some people tended towards wanting to kill him, really, because sometimes those observations exposed a little too much of a family’s magic.

Her curt explanation was given his undivided attention, though, expression unreadable as he turned the idea over in his head. So he was right, to an extent. Her magic, or the ‘dark magic’ aspect of it, had the side-effect of altering her appearance from the corruption of that magic.

“I see…” Again, he’s too observant for his own good, unfortunately. It’s clear this is a subject that she’s trying very hard to not show bothers her… It seemed like she was expecting him to judge her for them. “There are varieties of magic where I’m from that change and alter the user’s mind or body the more they use or perfect it, too. It’s not like I haven’t seen something like this before, and you clearly know what you’re doing when you choose to use it.” Seriously, Illyana. The man is far more afraid of magic being turned on him than he is of spontaneous horns. This was just how her magic worked, and she was the one who chose to use it knowing that it could happen. To help him, as he recalled easily… “So. No, I don't have a problem.”

And as Illyana picked up the pace abruptly, he actually quickened his step as well in an attempt to keep up as she hurried forward. He’d said what he needed to say and hopefully that would stop her from worrying about her horns. Instead, he raised a brow at her suggestion…? Offer…? Random statement…? “You ‘could,’ huh?”