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Things seemed to have...settled. A bit. So, Illyana was going to do the time-honored Westchester way of dispelling any remaining tension, from what she had witnessed in her short time at the mansion.
Food.
It was around noon when she got started; first up was popping-off to get her supplies, and then it was time to take over the kitchen, just around when the third period class would have been finishing up.
Next up was the vegan dough and filling, so that she didn't have to worry about getting the cookware and appliances contaminant-free. After that was the prep for the meat-eaters of the house. Everything into the fridge, prep the dining room with the condiments and plates and such, a short break to watch a Korean game-show, and back into the kitchen to start the pots boiling.
As the first batch came out of the pots and onto the table, Illyana grabbed a wooden spoon and banged it against another (unfilled) pot.
"PELMENI!" she bellowed, smacking the pot with the spoon again a few more times for good measure. "Get 'em while they're hot!"
Talking about Feelings was for other people and Professionals. Eating your feelings? That was for everyone.
[OOC:Minor OCD incoming. OPEN! If you think Yana would have texted you to come over and eat, she did.]
Food.
It was around noon when she got started; first up was popping-off to get her supplies, and then it was time to take over the kitchen, just around when the third period class would have been finishing up.
Next up was the vegan dough and filling, so that she didn't have to worry about getting the cookware and appliances contaminant-free. After that was the prep for the meat-eaters of the house. Everything into the fridge, prep the dining room with the condiments and plates and such, a short break to watch a Korean game-show, and back into the kitchen to start the pots boiling.
As the first batch came out of the pots and onto the table, Illyana grabbed a wooden spoon and banged it against another (unfilled) pot.
"PELMENI!" she bellowed, smacking the pot with the spoon again a few more times for good measure. "Get 'em while they're hot!"
Talking about Feelings was for other people and Professionals. Eating your feelings? That was for everyone.
[OOC:
Here we go round the infopost train...
Sep. 1st, 2023 11:11 pmb>The Characters:
( I am afraid of nothing but myself. )
( There is another difference between us. You were never Fremen. I am nothing else. )
( You cheat the system, and it tries to compensate. Nobody really understands how or why, but it does. Magic is costly. You take what you didn't earn, but you pay for it. )
The Non-Fictional
( The Player )
( I am afraid of nothing but myself. )
( There is another difference between us. You were never Fremen. I am nothing else. )
( You cheat the system, and it tries to compensate. Nobody really understands how or why, but it does. Magic is costly. You take what you didn't earn, but you pay for it. )
The Non-Fictional
( The Player )
The Sanctum Sanctorum, Earth-18133, NOW
Aug. 24th, 2023 09:32 am"What do you mean our relationship technically started in a time-dilated alternate reality fragment and you never told me?" Illyana's voice shrieked throughout the Sanctum, causing all three of her Magic Parents to sit up and take notice.
...
"--I get wanting to find out who you are outside of people's expectations. You know that."
...
"...Leah. LEAH."
"Thori hush, you aren't helping."
...
"It wouldn't 'be unfair' to me. Road trip all you want. There is no such thing as a long-distance relationship between two people who can teleport at whim."
...
"--do you get that to me we have been dating for two years?"
...
"I have never tried to replace your original Illyana, that's a fucking shitty thing to say, Leah."
"Yeah, well, trying to dump me via portal facetime is also SUPER SHITTY."
...
"You want to know the truth about your nature? You want me to love you enough to 'let you go?'" Illyana's voice turned sickly sweet, and Wong turned to head for the front door, Strange not far behind him as Clea waived him off, because the next few hours were perhaps about to be between a Warlord and her heartbroken daughter-of-the-heart.
"You are a coward, Leah of Hel. NO. No -- it's my turn to talk. You are afraid that loving me means betraying your original Illyana. You want me to 'love you enough to let you go,' when I love you enough to fight, because that is my nature, and deep down, you know it's yours too."
"I didn't make you 'better' or 'more than you were meant to be,' because you're fucking unlimited you idiot. I never saw you as 'just' a handmaiden, or whatever. But you're so fucking afraid of yourself, of what you could be, that you'd do-- this! I don't care about Hel, or Hela, or Asgard, or Battleworld. I love you. And if anyone is going to understand what it is to fear what you are and who you might become, it's me, but we can do it together."
...
"Well, now I know where I stand. You defied a god-emperor Doom for one Yana, but you won't stick around for me? Fuck you."
The slamming door and sound of Illyana taking the steps two at a time drew Clea from her seat in the library, to meet her daughter at the base of the foyer staircase. Illyana already trying to wipe away any evidence of tears with her sleeve.
"She dumped me."
"I surmised." Clea regarded Illyana calmly. "Do I need to duel her for your honor? I will teach her what it means to insult a daughter of the Faltine."
"No." Illyana drummed her fingers on the bannister, looking around. "--do we still have those recruitment brochures for Fandom University laying around? The ones that came in the mail last week?"
That was... not what Clea had been expecting. "Yes, beloved, I think so."
"I -- I don't think I want to be here right now." Illyana admitted. "I mean, not here-here, but..."
"The city is now filled with ghosts, and they are too fresh for you." Clea waved a hand, and papers came floating into the room, summoned from wherever they had been discarded. "--especially since your now-former paramour literally lived a few blocks down from us with her lady mothers."
"I do not think the application deadline has passed yet. And if it has, they will change their minds for you." Or she would change it for them. "--but are you sure you would rather not attend NYU to get your mind off things? I know Stephen and Wong are glad to have you home, and your apprenticeship is so important to all of you."
"She was at NYU." And even though clearly she wasn't going to be anymore, Illyana didn't really want to be anywhere that Leah of Hel had been in recent memory.
"Mmmm," Clea agreed, gesturing to send the promotional materials to float in front of Illyana. "Take those, go do what you must on the computer. I will let Stephen and Wong know to go to the Brooklyn IKEA and get things a college student needs."
"Don't let them go there unattended," Illyana sighed, snatching the floating papers out of the air. "You know what happened last time. Send them to get take-out instead?"
"Take-out it is," Clea agreed, taking out her Starkphone to text them. "--and once you are done with your application, we will go blow things up in Limbo after dinner."
"Yeah. That sounds good, thanks." Yana looked at the brochures in her hands, before turning to head back up the stairs. "And I think I have a couple calls I need to make, too."
First, Uly. Then...
Then maybe she needed to make a group text with Team Avatar, and see who answered.
[Open post is open!]
...
"--I get wanting to find out who you are outside of people's expectations. You know that."
...
"...Leah. LEAH."
"Thori hush, you aren't helping."
...
"It wouldn't 'be unfair' to me. Road trip all you want. There is no such thing as a long-distance relationship between two people who can teleport at whim."
...
"--do you get that to me we have been dating for two years?"
...
"I have never tried to replace your original Illyana, that's a fucking shitty thing to say, Leah."
"Yeah, well, trying to dump me via portal facetime is also SUPER SHITTY."
...
"You want to know the truth about your nature? You want me to love you enough to 'let you go?'" Illyana's voice turned sickly sweet, and Wong turned to head for the front door, Strange not far behind him as Clea waived him off, because the next few hours were perhaps about to be between a Warlord and her heartbroken daughter-of-the-heart.
"You are a coward, Leah of Hel. NO. No -- it's my turn to talk. You are afraid that loving me means betraying your original Illyana. You want me to 'love you enough to let you go,' when I love you enough to fight, because that is my nature, and deep down, you know it's yours too."
"I didn't make you 'better' or 'more than you were meant to be,' because you're fucking unlimited you idiot. I never saw you as 'just' a handmaiden, or whatever. But you're so fucking afraid of yourself, of what you could be, that you'd do-- this! I don't care about Hel, or Hela, or Asgard, or Battleworld. I love you. And if anyone is going to understand what it is to fear what you are and who you might become, it's me, but we can do it together."
...
"Well, now I know where I stand. You defied a god-emperor Doom for one Yana, but you won't stick around for me? Fuck you."
The slamming door and sound of Illyana taking the steps two at a time drew Clea from her seat in the library, to meet her daughter at the base of the foyer staircase. Illyana already trying to wipe away any evidence of tears with her sleeve.
"She dumped me."
"I surmised." Clea regarded Illyana calmly. "Do I need to duel her for your honor? I will teach her what it means to insult a daughter of the Faltine."
"No." Illyana drummed her fingers on the bannister, looking around. "--do we still have those recruitment brochures for Fandom University laying around? The ones that came in the mail last week?"
That was... not what Clea had been expecting. "Yes, beloved, I think so."
"I -- I don't think I want to be here right now." Illyana admitted. "I mean, not here-here, but..."
"The city is now filled with ghosts, and they are too fresh for you." Clea waved a hand, and papers came floating into the room, summoned from wherever they had been discarded. "--especially since your now-former paramour literally lived a few blocks down from us with her lady mothers."
"I do not think the application deadline has passed yet. And if it has, they will change their minds for you." Or she would change it for them. "--but are you sure you would rather not attend NYU to get your mind off things? I know Stephen and Wong are glad to have you home, and your apprenticeship is so important to all of you."
"She was at NYU." And even though clearly she wasn't going to be anymore, Illyana didn't really want to be anywhere that Leah of Hel had been in recent memory.
"Mmmm," Clea agreed, gesturing to send the promotional materials to float in front of Illyana. "Take those, go do what you must on the computer. I will let Stephen and Wong know to go to the Brooklyn IKEA and get things a college student needs."
"Don't let them go there unattended," Illyana sighed, snatching the floating papers out of the air. "You know what happened last time. Send them to get take-out instead?"
"Take-out it is," Clea agreed, taking out her Starkphone to text them. "--and once you are done with your application, we will go blow things up in Limbo after dinner."
"Yeah. That sounds good, thanks." Yana looked at the brochures in her hands, before turning to head back up the stairs. "And I think I have a couple calls I need to make, too."
First, Uly. Then...
Then maybe she needed to make a group text with Team Avatar, and see who answered.
[Open post is open!]
Many, many weeks ago, Illyana had been overconfident in her abilities, and attempted to teleport into one of those holes that had been popping up. After all, she could see inside, might as well try to get people out.
To her, it had been seconds as she passed through Limbo to exit her portal...except then her exit wasn't there anymore right as she started to pass through it. Everything started to twist around her, and Illyana (and all of Limbo in psychic sympathy) screamed.
Time was infinite and instant and on August 30th at Fandom High, the other end of her portal finally flared and sparked and spun into existence again... and dumped her out on her own bedroom floor. DEFINATELY not where she'd meant to go, but better than being stuck between realms.
It was a disheveled, panting, hurting 'Yana that laid on her floor, staring at the ceiling for a few moments before her phone started going off, catching up on all the messages she'd missed whilegetting her ego slapped she'd been stranded outside of time.
After about a half hour, she sighed, and reached for her phone, to see why, exactly, she had so many message beeps going off.
"...it's WHEN?!?!? Fuck me."
And of course the class schedule loading into her phone had alarms for two Monday classes going off. Because this universe was the worst.
[OOC: NFI, sorry I fell off the Earth because of grief and work shit. But 'Yana is back.]
To her, it had been seconds as she passed through Limbo to exit her portal...except then her exit wasn't there anymore right as she started to pass through it. Everything started to twist around her, and Illyana (and all of Limbo in psychic sympathy) screamed.
Time was infinite and instant and on August 30th at Fandom High, the other end of her portal finally flared and sparked and spun into existence again... and dumped her out on her own bedroom floor. DEFINATELY not where she'd meant to go, but better than being stuck between realms.
It was a disheveled, panting, hurting 'Yana that laid on her floor, staring at the ceiling for a few moments before her phone started going off, catching up on all the messages she'd missed while
After about a half hour, she sighed, and reached for her phone, to see why, exactly, she had so many message beeps going off.
"...it's WHEN?!?!? Fuck me."
And of course the class schedule loading into her phone had alarms for two Monday classes going off. Because this universe was the worst.
[OOC: NFI, sorry I fell off the Earth because of grief and work shit. But 'Yana is back.]
OOC: Joining the infopost boogie
Dec. 31st, 2020 04:22 pmThe Characters:
( I am afraid of nothing but myself. )
( There is another difference between us. You were never Fremen. I am nothing else. )
( You cheat the system, and it tries to compensate. Nobody really understands how or why, but it does. Magic is costly. You take what you didn't earn, but you pay for it. )
The Non-Fictional
( The Player )
( I am afraid of nothing but myself. )
( There is another difference between us. You were never Fremen. I am nothing else. )
( You cheat the system, and it tries to compensate. Nobody really understands how or why, but it does. Magic is costly. You take what you didn't earn, but you pay for it. )
The Non-Fictional
( The Player )
The magical shockwave ripped through the air, psychic screams ripping through everyone's minds and throwing them away from the epicenter of the warped magical creature as it tried to escape, space warping in on itself as it tried to teleport away.
Right up until the business end of a staff stabbed right through the center of its amorphous body and everything exploded.
Eventually the dust cleared, and an exhausted male voice cut through the space. "Well, that was ridiculously reckless. Sound off. Who's not dead?"
Covered in magical psychic alien goo, Illyana Rasputin raised her hand from where she lay. Well, on whatever bit of astral debris this was that constituted 'ground' to lay 'down' on. Things like gravity or directions were a bit iffy on the astral sea.
"Tell me we won," she groaned, dismissing her Soul Staff from the creature's corpse with a flick of her fingers, magical armor dissolving off her as she closed her eyes. "Or that we're dead and I can go to sleep. I'm out of juice."
"You may well wish we're dead once we're home, Yana," Strange sighed. "Wong? Wanda? Clea?"
A chorus of groans answered him as people began to stagger back to their feet, and Illyana found herself getting pulled to her feet by Wong.
"Can we get pastrami on the way home?" she begged Wong, giving her best Sad Hungry Apprentice Eyes. "Pleeeeeeeeeeease? I'm starving."
"Don't whine, Illyana, we'll feed you before we take you back to school," Wong promised, patting her shoulder reassuringly. "You can even wash that primordial essence out of your hair."
"Oh come on, I've missed weeks of class by now," Yana complained. "Do I have to go back? Whyyyyyyyy?"
"Because you still have to finish high school, Illyana, and I am not equipped to home school you any longer," Stephen said as he began the spell to bring everyone back to the Sanctum. "...and I regret to inform you that time runs differently here between worlds. You'll....be starting the year over. I do believe it's already the end of August and they're about to start fall semester."
"WHAT."
And then the bright light of Strange's teleportation spell overtook them all, and any moreswearing protestations that Illyana was about to yell utter were swallowed by the spell.
[[OOC: Guess who's back from her mental health break, bitches? One Illyana Rasputin, who gets to redo the year of school she missed. Oh, and me too. You know you missed us.]
Right up until the business end of a staff stabbed right through the center of its amorphous body and everything exploded.
Eventually the dust cleared, and an exhausted male voice cut through the space. "Well, that was ridiculously reckless. Sound off. Who's not dead?"
Covered in magical psychic alien goo, Illyana Rasputin raised her hand from where she lay. Well, on whatever bit of astral debris this was that constituted 'ground' to lay 'down' on. Things like gravity or directions were a bit iffy on the astral sea.
"Tell me we won," she groaned, dismissing her Soul Staff from the creature's corpse with a flick of her fingers, magical armor dissolving off her as she closed her eyes. "Or that we're dead and I can go to sleep. I'm out of juice."
"You may well wish we're dead once we're home, Yana," Strange sighed. "Wong? Wanda? Clea?"
A chorus of groans answered him as people began to stagger back to their feet, and Illyana found herself getting pulled to her feet by Wong.
"Can we get pastrami on the way home?" she begged Wong, giving her best Sad Hungry Apprentice Eyes. "Pleeeeeeeeeeease? I'm starving."
"Don't whine, Illyana, we'll feed you before we take you back to school," Wong promised, patting her shoulder reassuringly. "You can even wash that primordial essence out of your hair."
"Oh come on, I've missed weeks of class by now," Yana complained. "Do I have to go back? Whyyyyyyyy?"
"Because you still have to finish high school, Illyana, and I am not equipped to home school you any longer," Stephen said as he began the spell to bring everyone back to the Sanctum. "...and I regret to inform you that time runs differently here between worlds. You'll....be starting the year over. I do believe it's already the end of August and they're about to start fall semester."
"WHAT."
And then the bright light of Strange's teleportation spell overtook them all, and any more
[[OOC: Guess who's back from her mental health break, bitches? One Illyana Rasputin, who gets to redo the year of school she missed. Oh, and me too. You know you missed us.]
OOC: Infodump Boogie
Aug. 25th, 2019 09:45 pmNew character gets new infopost! WHOO!
Meet Illyana Nikolievna Rasputina, code-name: Magik. Sorceress Supreme of Limbo, apprentice to Dr. Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth. Answers to Illyana Rasputin because Americans don't understand how names work. Her friends can call her Yana. She....doesn't have many friends.
(Yes, I apped another traumatized, sarcastic, blonde X-Man. SHOCKING.)
What is this 'Marvel' that is your canon?
( To me, my X-Men )
So, who is Illyana?
( There are no snowflakes in hell. )
Great, another mutant. So what can she do?
( Doctor Strange taught me that one of the cruelest acts of magic imagineable is to force something into blooming before its time. )
So, she's not from 616 Marvel. What's her canon?
( I am afraid of nothing but myself. )
Oh no, it's YOU
( YOU'RE a Blight Plane! )
TL;DR - Teenage teleporting mutant sorceress raised in a hell dimension gave Xavier's the finger and ran off to be raised by Dr. Strange.
Questions? Comments? Pie?
Meet Illyana Nikolievna Rasputina, code-name: Magik. Sorceress Supreme of Limbo, apprentice to Dr. Stephen Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth. Answers to Illyana Rasputin because Americans don't understand how names work. Her friends can call her Yana. She....doesn't have many friends.
(Yes, I apped another traumatized, sarcastic, blonde X-Man. SHOCKING.)
What is this 'Marvel' that is your canon?
( To me, my X-Men )
So, who is Illyana?
( There are no snowflakes in hell. )
Great, another mutant. So what can she do?
( Doctor Strange taught me that one of the cruelest acts of magic imagineable is to force something into blooming before its time. )
So, she's not from 616 Marvel. What's her canon?
( I am afraid of nothing but myself. )
Oh no, it's YOU
( YOU'RE a Blight Plane! )
TL;DR - Teenage teleporting mutant sorceress raised in a hell dimension gave Xavier's the finger and ran off to be raised by Dr. Strange.
Questions? Comments? Pie?
