You need to forget.

Magik, Sorceress Supreme and ruler of Limbo. Not evil. Affiliated with Aldebaran Sea.

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dazzlingdaredevil‌:

Matt grins and bears the pain of the handshake. It’s not unusual for superpowered people to have strong handshakes and at least Illyana didn’t break any bones. 

“I think I’ve met him a few times, yeah.” He casually stretches his hand after she lets go while nodding at Illyana. “It’s probably for the best we haven’t met, usually when I meet one of the X-Men it means something has gone wrong.” Wrong enough to end up in court too, which to his knowledge didn’t happen that often. 

When she says that she just arrived, Matt can’t help but feel kind of bad, remembering the disorienting feeling of waking up somewhere strange very well. Perhaps Illyana has slightly more experience with situations like this than he has, but she could also very easily be just as confused. Or maybe they have classes about this exact scenario at their school, which wouldn’t surprise him too much.

“I got here not that long ago, a few weeks I think”, he shrugs. “I’ve asked around a bit and there’s a few people who have also been brought here. Some from our universe, but not all of them. Nobody really seems to know anything and so far there doesn’t seem to be any kind of… nefarious plan in action.” 

“Yes that is... unfortunately how most people meet us.  Or how we meet each other.  That’s true for most super-heroes, really.”  Illyana didn’t really have any friends outside of the community.  It didn’t help that her main interests were horror, black magic, demonology, and so on.  When you tried to tell your date about your favorite summoning spell, they tended to bolt.

“Strange.  I keep attempting to make sense of it, but the more I do, the more random it seems.  Grabbing us at different times, giving some of us more time than others to adjust.  Some people who probably shouldn’t even exist.”  Illyana briefly felt some kind of sympathy for Matt.  Dumping a lawyer here seemed especially strange.  Unless they were wanting for good legal defense here.  “I suppose I’m lucky that I’m used to the whole dimension hopping thing, but I don’t envy everyone else.”

Illyana inches inside a bit, if only to get out of the cold.  She’s very seriously regretting rushing outside without finding a jacket.  “Could be worse.  At least the denizens here aren’t of the malevolent, flesh-hungering variety.  That is extremely not fun to wake up to.”

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@flood0

Illyana wasn't a stranger to libraries. In fact, she had one in the Limbo palace that was so expansive as to put the Library of Congress to shame. That was private, though. Only select consorts or advisors were allowed in there. Even then, it was never when she was reading. She always maintained it was because every Queen deserved her privacy, but she'd really just never been able to focus with people in the room.

So it followed that she had never cared for public libraries. She was fine with the idea of them, but she could never read in them. There were rules against speaking, but they never enforced it past the stern warnings of the librarian themself. It wasn't like library cops patrolled the aisles. Nobody was working a literary beat to catch library noise criminals. And so disruptions were frequent enough that Illyana couldn't ever force herself into one. Until now.

Luckily, the denizens were eerily quiet. Though that may be owed to seeing her walk in. She'd swapped her uniform out for a leather jacket and jeans getup, but it didn't do much to make her less noticable. Illyana kept catching bears staring even after being sat off on her own reading for awhile. Irritating, but not enough to pry her away the texts. On the surface they were ordinary enough. Basic story structures, somewhat solid scientific research, even some arcane musings. But then it'd get hung up on swiss cheese in the middle of a text on dream magic. For several paragraphs it would describe swiss cheese with an obsession bordering on fetishizing... and then resume the normal subject matter. Odd.

Equally odd was a noise that she kept hearing. Loud clacking frome off behind her. Not an entirely unpleasant sound by itself, but aggravating when she was trying to read. Illyana attempted to ignore it, but failed. She tried again, still failed. Eventually she shoved her chair back with a loud shriek (eliciting a hissed warning from the librarian) and stood up. The clunky boots she had thrown on made yet more noise as she marched over to the source of the noise.

Hunched over the computer was possibly the most bookish looking man she'd seen in some time. Considering Illyana had met Hank McCoy pre-fur, that was saying something. He was wearing some strange lab coat... suit... thing, with a logo she didn't remotely recognize. None of that mattered though. He was disturbing her reading, intentionally or not.

"I know not who you are, but you are pressing those keys very. loudly." Illyana didn't consider if that was just the way the computers here were. She saw an inconvenience that needed remedying. "I don't know if libraries where you come from allow noise, but here it appears to follow the courtesy rule that quiet. is. better."

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starter call - magik

due to unforeseen circumstances, I need another thread.  So like this post for a starter from Magik.  I’m capping at 1 for now, but if you want to start instead let me know,

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@dazzlingdaredevil

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dazzlingdaredevil‌:

It didn’t take long for Matt to remember that specific case. The times he had represented the X-Men in court had a tendency to memorable, which made the slightly more mundane ones that much memorable. Wolverine probably still owed him for that one, not that he was keeping track.

“Yes that’s me”, he smiles brightly, shifts his cane and offers his right hand towards her for a handshake, trying for charming and polite. “A pleasure to meet you Ms Rasputin. I assume you’re part of the X-Men as well, then? Or associated with them, anyways.” He doesn’t remember her name off the top of his head, but he knows that doesn’t have to mean anything. 

Illyana shuddered to think about what the various leaders of the X-Men spent on legal woes.  Property damage lawsuits alone must be half their budget.  Maybe that was why Kitty kept telling her no when she asked for money to buy arcane tomes she needed.

She doesn’t notice the hand at first, so when she does, shame practically washes over her.  The handshake she gives has all the gentleness of an East Siberian brown bear.  It’s frantic, and her she accidentally grips tight enough to nearly cut off blood flow to the poor man’s hand.

“I uh... yes.  I’ve been with them for a long time.  Though I’m not exactly one of the “popular” members.”  She added air quotes around that.  How had Kitty put it?  Something along the lines of how a sword-wielding, semi-demonic, goth sorceress was considered “niche”.  “Most people know my brother Colossus.  He’s been around much longer and is a lot harder to miss.  On account of being around seven feet tall and usually covered in metal.”

“How long have you been here?  I just woke up myself.  It’s somewhat embarrassing that my first encounter is very nearly running someone over.”

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glyphgraced‌:

“Yes i am human. No i’m not from earth. I’m from a place called Remnant.” Weiss smiled just a tiny bit. She could understand being stressed out from this. It had taken her two and a half days to stop trying to call her team on the strange Holo phone they had been given.

It had taken another day for Weiss to even drag up the energy needed to leave her bedroom and that was for food.  Weiss’s pale hand wrapped around a pearl colored fruit and cradled it gently.

“My home does have a talent for people having abilities. But i don’t think anyone i have ever met or heard of has the ability to cross between worlds. It’s a bit of a pain in the rear end to have my own talent on lock down and my weapons taken away. And ripped away from everyone.. but at least if i’m here i’m not heading back to my own home kingdom!”  

“I can empathize.  My own kingdom is... not a delightful place.  I may rule it, but when your subjects are demons, it’s trying at best.”  She briefly wondered which of the more spirited demons were grabbing for the throne in her absence.  Belasco had been quiet for a very long time, and she doubted he was dead.  Illyana made a note to rectify that.  “It isn’t fair that you shouldn’t feel well about returning home, though.”

“As for traveling between worlds... I’m a mutant.  Normally, I can teleport through space and time, but the powers that be have decided I can only teleport 5 feet.”  The irritation in her voice was thinly veiled at best, and she debated doing something very petulant about it.  “I lost my weapon as well.  A sword that was very important to me.”

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@dazzlingdaredevil

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dazzlingdaredevil‌:

Matt was no stranger to bumping into people and he knew at least enough Russian to know that the woman he had just walked into wasn’t asking him if he was okay. He steadied himself, gripping his cane with both hands and faced towards where her voice was coming from. There weren’t a lot of things he could detect off of her, other than that she didn’t seem immediately familiar and that she was agitated and cold, her heat beating fast and body temperature rising ever so slightly. 

“Ah, don’t worry about it, I’m sorry”, he decides to forego her outburst, slipping into a pleasantly polite tone, and raises his cane slightly as way of explanation. “I’m blind, it happens.” Less than she’d think, probably, thanks to his radar and enhanced senses, but it’s still a possibility. 

Illyana felt bad nearly immediately, especially because she’d called the man at least a few unkind and creative names.  And she was the one who’d plowed into him.  “I- uh- uhm-” She cycled through at least four different sentence starters after that before mumbling out another, even quiet apology.  “Even if you weren’t, I was moving very fast and very recklessly.  Sort of like a bear running down prey.”

She brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear and her eyes came to settle on his glasses.  Deep red and so striking that she was amazed she hadn’t spotted them earlier.  And then it began to click into place.  Red glasses, blind, the fashion sense.  The unflagging politeness to someone who’d very nearly sent him flying.  “Wait a minute.  You are the lawyer that got Wolverine off when he pulled claws on someone for tipping his bike over.  Matthew... Murdock, was it?”

A proper introduction, then.  “I am Illyana Rasputin.  We haven’t met, but I believe you’re one of two attorneys the X-Men go to when we accidentally cause massive property damage.”

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AVX Vs. #3: Black Widow vs. Magik

Written by Christopher Yost

Penciled by Terry Dodson

Inked by Rachel Dodson

Colored by Guru-eFX

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14, 26, 29

14 - greatest fears: losing piotr or kitty

26 - do they have an aesthetic: goth. lots of black and leather and armor and fishnets and so on.

29 - coffee / tea and how do they drink it: coffee, black, and the hotter the better. refuses to let sugar anywhere near it.

[lovesvampire]

random questions for character building (and fun)

go to karaoke song?

a song that describes them?

are they good at sports?

do they have a favorite movie?

three things in their fridge?

most three recently watched on netflix?

celebrity crush?

are they close to their family?

best thing in their life?

greatest regret?

biggest lie?

biggest flaw?

best accomplishment?

greatest fear(s)?

what is their vice? (wrath, greed, pride, lust, gluttony, sloth, envy)

what would their hogwarts house be?

did they graduate high school? if so did they attend college?

when was their first real relationship? how’d it go?

have they ever broken someones heart? has someone broken theirs?

have they ever been married? are they married?

do they have children? have they before?

do they want children?

opinion on pets? cats or dogs?

opinion on horror films?

do they have allergies?

do they have a certain aesthetic or style?

do they have tattoos or piercings? 

do they have any distinctive features or marks?

do they enjoy coffee or tea? hot or iced?

are they religious or spiritual? 

are they a morning person or night person?

if they could have any superpower what would it be?

who is their ride or die friend?

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△ Would you change something about who you are? Or the life you live?

6/10. I'd be more open to people I care about. But given what has caused my pains have always been largely beyond my control, I doubt I could ever change anything to prevent it. I am damned, but comfortable with that.

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Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

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22, 24, 30

22 - do they want children: it's not a priority but she hasn't ruled it out entirely.

24 - their opinion on horror movies: she's queen of a hell dimension, so she's been known to watch a lot of horror in her spare time (she thinks most of it is mild compared to limbo)

30 - are they religious or spiritual: spiritual. her entire situation kind of puts her off of personally subscribing to organized religion

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8, 18, 28

8 - are they close to their family?

extremely. her brother Piotr is all she has left, and he's one of the few people she genuinely trusts and is completely open with.

18. when was their first relationship? how did it go?

Illyana's never had one, but she's been not-so-subtly crushing on teammate and best friend Kitty Pryde for years.

28 - do they have any distinctive features: she's ripped, for one. her eyes are known to appear white when spellcasting, too. darkchylde on the other hand, has all the hallmarks of a demon. horns, hooves, red skin. the works.

[lovesvampire]

random questions for character building (and fun)

go to karaoke song?

a song that describes them?

are they good at sports?

do they have a favorite movie?

three things in their fridge?

most three recently watched on netflix?

celebrity crush?

are they close to their family?

best thing in their life?

greatest regret?

biggest lie?

biggest flaw?

best accomplishment?

greatest fear(s)?

what is their vice? (wrath, greed, pride, lust, gluttony, sloth, envy)

what would their hogwarts house be?

did they graduate high school? if so did they attend college?

when was their first real relationship? how’d it go?

have they ever broken someones heart? has someone broken theirs?

have they ever been married? are they married?

do they have children? have they before?

do they want children?

opinion on pets? cats or dogs?

opinion on horror films?

do they have allergies?

do they have a certain aesthetic or style?

do they have tattoos or piercings? 

do they have any distinctive features or marks?

do they enjoy coffee or tea? hot or iced?

are they religious or spiritual? 

are they a morning person or night person?

if they could have any superpower what would it be?

who is their ride or die friend?

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glyphgraced‌:

It was another odd day in this space place. Surrounded by brightly colored birds and the scent of the sea. Weiss had decided to venture out among the locals and to amuse herself with what she might see and taste today. After all even if she let concern over the rest of her team go on; Weiss knew Qrow was with them and was a competent enough huntsmen.

She just needed to find a path back home before they left for… Atlas of all places.

Weiss had gone to pick up a sweetly scented fruit when the new accent hit her ears. It wasn’t unpleasant by any means and reminded her vaguely of one of Winter’s teammates from Atlas Academy.

She looked at the other and gave a smile. They were in the same boat after all and manners were cheap.

“my name is Weiss Schnee, it’s a pleasure to meet you, miss…?”

Though, it wouldn’t do to give a tactful reminder it was more polite to give ones own name before making demands off others!

“Illyana Rasputin.”  She was aware she was being rude, but the first impression had already been sabotaged.  Illyana made a mental note to be more... amenable.  The blonde tried to smile, but it didn’t come remotely natural to her.  So the result was forced and more than a little unsettling, leading to her to just abandon it altogether.  “Sorceress, queen of Limbo.  Though I apparently am neither of those things right now.”

“Sorry I am... irritable.  You’re the second human I’ve seen so far, and the first I don’t recognize.  Usually I’m more in control when I’m allowed to choose to travel between worlds.”  Illyana awkwardly grabbed one of the fruits from the stall and looked at it.  Strange, and unfamiliar, which was saying something considering just how many varieties of fruit she’d seen.  “Well, you appear human.  Are you human? Are you from Earth?”

More questions.  When she started asking them, Illyana tended to string them together.

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Illyana Rasputin was not a stranger to waking up in strange places.   When one consorted with magic, one got used to traveling to places both unfamiliar and beyond comprehension.  On one of her forays with Stephen Strange, she once found herself in a dimension populated by sentient, malevolent worms.  The place she woke up in now was both familiar and not.  Beneath her was a bed decidedly much softer than her own.  Xavier had never been one to skimp on mattresses, but this literally felt like she’d passed out on a cloud.

The room she was in looked like it could be in the mansion, though the decor was more… foresty than she’d care for.  Last she checked, she had fallen asleep in her room.  Helping Strange teleport the mansion to Central Park had near exhausted her.  Which maybe explained why she didn’t feel any magic in her.  Though she found it hard to believe that would have been sufficient to burn out her magical ability, considering she’d done it while in her domain.  This sparked some worry in her.  She was in a strange location with no connection to her sorcery.  And try as she may, her Soulsword would not come to her hand.

Try as she may, she couldn’t help but feel the worry evolve into full-blown anxiety.  Rage, too.  Her skin started to shift colors to an infernal shade of red.  Darkchylde.  Maybe the one time she was happy to see or hear from the demon, as it meant she still had something.   Standing up and looking at the door, she prodded it open and took a step back.  A disc of blueish-white light appeared before her feet, and she focused on the end of the room outside of the door.  She initiated the teleport, but got maybe five feet outside the door before something stopped her.

“Hn… worrisome.”  Still, she was out of the room and in a kitchen.  Not too luxurious, but not too spartan.  Nearby was the door to a greenhouse, which contained plants even she hadn’t seen.   Outside the window was a vast forest with trees big enough to put the Savage Land to shame, though they were decidedly less tropical by nature.  She turned back and walked until she found a hallway that lead into a spiral staircase.  It went up, and back down.  Most people would go down right away, but she went up.  And up. And up another nine times.  None of the doors she arrived at would open to her.  

Eventually she resigned herself to descending back down (with a bit of rapid short range teleportation) until she arrived in a lobby.  There were… upright sentient bears roaming about.  Some in ties, some in adorably undersized hats, some in dresses.  Illyana may have balked at it if she didn’t have a very large, blue, furry scientist for a frequent teammate.  They were all very polite and treated her like a friend, and she responded in a characteristically moody manner.

Though she debated going back up and hiding in her new room so she could process it, she stepped out of the lobby and into the open.  Chills ran up her spine as she entered the cool night time air.  Perhaps a little too late, she realized that her midriff-baring costume was possibly not weather appropriate.  Illyana was practically freezing after a minute or two, and started to head back inside.  

Illyana collided right into someone.  Russian expletives flew out of her mouth before she realized it, and she felt the brief impulse to scream at the man.  She stifled it, reminding herself that she was at least partially at fault.  Fixing her eyes on the stranger, she got a better look at him.  He was a little taller than Illyana, by about an inch or two, and the suit he wore looked absurdly expensive.  Illyana was suddenly all too aware of just how much skin her own outfit was showing off. 

She stared at the man in near silence for a few seconds, before finally mumbling out “Sorry.”

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@glyphgraced

Illyana had never been able to see Genosha before Cassandra Nova had razed it. But she'd heard stories and seen pictures of the glistening water in its bay. This Sea of Nectar she found herself in seemed to rival her image of it. As she cast her eyes out from the train she was in and across the ocean, she saw all manner of colors. It was gorgeous, an island paradise. Almost, just almost, enough to break her of the melancholy that had settled in.

But not quite enough. Depression hung over her as she departed. As a very brightly colord bird-woman approached her and handed her all manner of touristy pamphlets, Illyana wished she'd decided to return to bed. The sun burned too bright, people were speaking too loudly. It was getting... disorienting.

Illyana made a sharp left and beelined for the nearest bathroom. Where she sat, in silence. for minutes on end before finally exiting it. Calmer now, she made her way into the city proper. She was in an open market (and close to another sensory overload) when she spotted someone. A human girl, and she said girl because she didn't look more than 16 or 17. Whoever she was, she sure liked the color white. Hair, shoes, clothes, even the girl's nails. All a snowy white.

The sharp contrast between the child and Illyana's jet black x-men uniform was nog lost on the Russian mutant. Illyana made straight for the girl and, with little care for social graces, launched into questioning. "You, you're not a bird. Who are you?"