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Tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve
Who; Illyana+ OTA
What; After a little canon update
Where; Market, Graveyard, Arena
When;6/24 initially, 6/25 and further after
Warnings; Will update when needed
A. {Closed to Waver} To Need to Use a Door...
B. {OTA} You got me thinking that I was too mean (Arena)
C. {OTA} I just fuck things up, if you noticed (Market/Graveyard)
What; After a little canon update
Where; Market, Graveyard, Arena
When;6/24 initially, 6/25 and further after
Warnings; Will update when needed
A. {Closed to Waver} To Need to Use a Door...
Illyana did not like the idea of having to ask for help and yet that was where she was right now. The only thing that was worse than having to ask for assistance was having to use the door to do so. Normal boring people used doors, not Illyana, certainly not Magik. It was awful. Demeaning. Terrible. Yet, she had to do it. After all she had two options here: ask the imps to help as they had previously offered or get help elsewhere. She'd already rejected the imps assistance and she was not going to give them the satisfaction of going to them now. That left the first option as the only real option in her mind, as unfortunate as it was.
At the end of the day the most important thought was getting this device off of her without something going terribly wrong. Now that she was back in this place she could recall the time she had died and that wasn't something she wanted to experience. Not with everything else going on in her mind. Which...was quite a lot the more she thought about it. Much more. She'd had such a strong plan when she'd gotten Scott's permission to leave, such high ideals, and yet now that she was here everything seemed more...complicated. Her mind felt blurry, mixing with the memories of the lessons she'd learned here, the progress she'd made, and the place she'd been back home. A dark place where she'd come to accept that her brother was never going to understand. No, if she wished for him to understand her she'd need to act. And to act she...
She shook her head. No. First things first. Removing this device. Then perhaps she could think.
It took her too long to actually get to Waver's place (which left her even more frustrated) and then she stopped in front of the door and did the unthinkable: she knocked. She knocked and she waited.
This was awful. He was never going to let her live this down.
B. {OTA} You got me thinking that I was too mean (Arena)
[ Magik had been freed. Unleashed for the first time in months and she needed to stretch her legs. Both metaphorically and magically (or magickally, the clearly correct way) and so she went to the Arena. Her mind was a mess of the memories from here and the newer memories from her home. Anger, frustration, confusion, and bitterness all swirled in her mind like a hurricane. Emotional hurricane's from broken people needed a release somehow and so she fought. For most fights she relied on her soulword and her teleportation skills. For some though she brought out the magic, using blasts of energy and even an illusion here and there. She was fierce and brutal, lethal in the way she cut her foes down.
But there were lulls between matches and you might catch her during those lulls. Perhaps getting water or answering a question or two about where she learned to fight (her answer is Hell each time). She might even be looking for a snack or two. Say hi if you dare. ]
C. {OTA} I just fuck things up, if you noticed (Market/Graveyard)
[ Illyana eventually took her winnings to the Market to make a few purchases. She still had the clothes she'd worn on, though they were splattered with blood and other...even less pleasant things. She was currently wandering through the stalls, picking up random things and then putting them back down as if her mind were only partially paying attention to what she was doing. If she forgot to pay for an item, well, she'd eventually acknowledge someone calling her on it. Or a shopkeeper chasing her down. Or perhaps even the guards being called.
Eventually she finds herself standing outside the graveyard, a wash of emotions overtaking her as she remembered various meetings she'd had her. Those meetings overlapped with the times she'd spent over the graves of those she'd lost back home. Of her own grave. Of the darkness inside of her and the soot black soul she now thought tainted everything about her. She lingered at the entrance as if she were almost afraid to simply walk in. ]
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[It hadn't been that long, but while his mind was swirling with questions about what had happened in that time, where she'd been, what she'd seen, he also saw she meant to run, and that was the last thing he wanted. He raised a hand to still her attempt, even as she responded rather than running.]
It wasn't that long here.
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Guess there wasn't enough time to miss me.
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[His brow lowered slightly at her expression, and that the implication.]
I came this way from work every night, hoping to find you. I checked by your apartment, I kept the Tell Phone open to see if you showed up.
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Why?
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[the last time he lost her. Yeah, he did feel that way about it, losing her. That was...something to realize.]
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[And she shouldn't have to be used to it. ]
I did, and...why? Who did that to you?
[And what the hell is Cyttorak? But he'll ask that later.]
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Scott did. It's my punishment.
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[He frowned.]
Punishment for what?
[Though there weren't many things that deserved that sort of punishment.]
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Lying to everyone and hiding my true motives. Freeing Legion and setting him loose on the Elder Gods. [ Then she waved a hand nonchalantly ] There's probably other things that Scott didn't like that he's added on.
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[He still had more questions, but he'd hold them for now.]
Are you hungry, love?
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[ Her voice sounded slightly off, almost as though she was borderline mocking him. Even though she couldn't really blame him for being angry with her, but she'd never thought that he'd have agreed to her plan. He'd have told others and then they'd have all sat around and tried to decide if they agreed with it or not. All the while precious time would have been wasted.
She tilted her head. Now that she mentioned it...she was. ]
I could eat.
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[She'd told him a few things about Scott before, and the more he heard, the more he definitely did not like the bloke.]
Brilliant. Do you want to come back to my apartment or do you want to deal with the crowd at the pub? Your choice.
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[ And she doesn't regret it in the slightest. Even if she's not too happy with the outcome. ]
He's right to not trust me, to leave me locked up. I've done much worse to demons who have betrayed me.
[ Much, much worse. ]
I'd rather not deal with a crowd.
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[No matter what she thinks.]
Right, then. My place it is. I'm sure I can throw something together. Come along, love.
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[ Was she doing them the way he wanted her to? Not precisely. At least she hadn't been intending to before she'd been brought back here.
The love hit her strangely, in a way she hadn't quite been prepared for. She hesitated for a moment with a slightly confused expression on her face that just dropped into something almost frightened. There were memories here mixed with strange emotions that felt both foreign and good at the same time. ]
I...I'm sorry. [ And with that she did the Illyana special: she teleported away.]
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[The words were deadpan and he doesn't try to hide exactly how he feels about these decisions or this "Scott".]
Sorry for-- [And she was gone.] ...fuck.