10864/Panic at the Disco!

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Panic at the Disco!
Date of Scene: 25 January 2020
Location: Breakstone, Westchester County
Synopsis: Panic attacks. Resolutions. Tomorrow, tomorrow.
Cast of Characters: Magik, Cannonball




Magik has posed:
It's a good sign the cloud-shrouded night with all its promise of cold lacks the telltale scent of brimstone. Illyana leaves Harry's behind her, having brushed the namesake off. Her pace isn't an all out run, another benefit. Neither is she just waiting by the wall to say something pithy and quippy. No meme-worthy statement found where she slings her coat over her forearm. The neat, straight sidewalk rimmed in ice keeps her track confined from the pile of cars parked nearby.

Sharp eyes might catch her shadow is a few shades too dark for the ambient conditions. Or if everything gets dark, it is particularly inky. But her jaw is set, hard. Classy not happy Yana.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes jogging out of the bar, muddy wet shirt on tugging his coat on, he will mutter about the cold as he looks for Illayana. Once he sees her he will jog over to catch up with her. He will slip and slide a bit tempted to fly but he can not really do slow flying. "Hey wait up Illy, wait up. Ah got the station wagon, Ah can give ya a ride home." He tells her.

Magik has posed:
It doesn't take too much effort to catch up. She is plain as day to find with those bunched buns and black hairpins reminiscent of her usual hairpiece. The forked barbs are close enough in swept angle to the sticks. She drags one free with a yank, leaving a cut up her neck, more of a pink scratch on fair skin. With a muttered hiss, she turns. "Station wagon?" Oh, enter pop culture. He drives. She gives a clenched fist to the hairpin, trying not to snap the wood. "Maybe. Walking around the block. Trying to coerce myself to calm. No horns here."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will move to the side that does not have the hairpin and says "Remember your nor alone hon, you have your friends and family." He will keep beside her as he actually considers her both. "Talk to me, let me help you, what can Ah do hon?" He keeps up with her, and says "The station wagon is my beat up old car." He helps her out "But we can keep walking if ya need it."

Magik has posed:
Fallen bunch of blonde hair in place, the other has to go. She molds the pair of pins into a space in her pocket, pointy ends up. A jab from one of them while she adjusted her hair is easy, but Illyana isn't going to face stabbing herself in the leg while pacing the sidewalk. Giving Sam a look, she says, "It feels gratuitous. I am the arse here, not them. They have a good time and all I can remember is what /he/ told me to do. How to hurt them all."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will look over to her, and moves closer, to her his arm brushing hers a bit as he tries to give her some human contact, but slowly and something he hopes will not freak her out "That was not your fault hon, that was his doing, and it was not them. He made them and made you fight them. Your not there, your here with us, with those who love and care for you, he is gone."

Magik has posed:
The bump of her elbow to Sam's is a point of contact. She walks with a wooden stiffness speaking to the tension crackling mad through her veins and joints. Back hard as concrete, she stitches a path ahead. "It was me who did it. Hurting them. Causing pain. Enjoying it." Bitter facts fall like leaves from the boughs of oaks in autumn, plummeting to the ground. "Part of me does it still. Piotr cannot see that, the monster hiding inside his sister. I try to be normal and... this." Ashes and a frown.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and does not deny he monster instead he says "Piotr might not see the monster that is in there, but you don't see the good girl in there as you should Illy." He will will brush the back of his hand against hers, and says "We all have a dark and light side, yes your dark side can rear it's head a lot more promanate than most, but your good side is there too. You help people, you care for people. You fight the darkness, and Ah know it has to be hard for you hon but you don't have to be alone." He takes her hand in his as they walk giving a soft squeeze. "We are here with you and will give you any help and strength we can.

Magik has posed:
"I am sorry. This." An abrupt, jerky wave of her hand indicates the street ahead. Illyana breathes out a cloud of steamy air, teeth gritting as she shoves her emotions far, far at lengths beyond her arm. "You had to leave the fun you were having." Her sorrow doesn't seem to be aimed at all at herself or the losses to her personally. "We have our sides. Yours does not want to end the world. It is wrong to see that fight. To think this is not a lesson in pain. I was..."

A loosening of her hand leaves her knuckles popping. "Thought maybe, after this, I would find Doug and watch something. Movies maybe. What normal people do."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over to her, and says "The lesson in pain was just a comment, and it is probably good Ah left, be hard enough to look at Rogue in the eye for a bit now that Ah saw her boobies, probably the more Ah saw them the harder it would have been looking her in the eye next time Ah see her." He looks over and says "As I said it is strong but you are strong, you fight it and you win against it. Ah have seen the darkside fighting hard but Illyana is here with me, if you want to find Doug, Ah'll help and we can watch something, heck if you want to you and Ah can find something and watch.

Magik has posed:
"It was not meant it. But she asked not to be hurt. I know what she sounds like screaming for it to stop. Unable to speak. Not in human words. We had not left her a human face or voice then." Illyana doesn't speak clearly at this point, grinding out the words with a heavier Russian undertone. Dour delivery at best. "I don't care they showed their bodies. It was that hearing that took me back. He robbed me of even this much. And when I find him, he will know everything he took from me. From everyone else."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will step in front of Illyana. He moves to wrap her in a hug again. This time while there is the friendship there is a protectiveness in it "Ah wish Ah could take it all away and you did not have to remember it. but Ah can't. Also as bad a memory as it is, it helps you fight the darkside. Yes it sees the memory and cackles evily, but you the real Illyana fights it. You see that memory and it hurt, it hurts a lot. You will fight against anyone who would hurt your friends.

Magik has posed:
She gives him that level look for all that she's far shorter than Sam. The hug is met with stillness as she prefers but it must be something right happening that she isn't running away. Even if her shadow... huffs.

It does actually huff.

"I would not be me without it. I told Doug that. His life before and after are him. Do not think he would still be himself." A hopeless sort of shrug. "It is so easy to help from outside. Living it is hard. So much harder. And every time it hurts, he gains a little victory. And that makes me so angry."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie holds her a bit, and rubs her back, before he releases her to step back and look at her, and says "Ok, lets go do some fun stuff. You and me, just going somewhere and find laughs and smiles. Lets find the things that give Illyana the wins and spit in the dark sides eye." He offers her a smile and has his hands still on her shoulders.

Magik has posed:
"The sword will." Maybe not this day. This day, we ... "But we can try. Find something here that is not a big statue or an overpriced theatre." Illyana tries to be fair on the prospects open to them, looking at Sam as though the plans behind his eyes are plain as day. "Find the others, maybe. Alexis, Doug. Shannon. Anyone not named princess or moneyed like one."