3679/Magik of the Moment

Magik of the Moment
Date of Scene:	19 January 2018
Location:	Xavier's School, Westchester, New York
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Phoenix, Arc, Magik, Gambit

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Phoenix has posed:
The Staff Meeting Hall is a big room with a lot of teacher desks in it and one big conference table. Itused to be a dance hall, long ago, now it serves as a Teacher meeting area and it also houses the door to Jean's own personal office, but that was not where she tended to be.

Sitting at the conference table on one of the corners, Jean was working on her laptop while holding a mug of hot tea. She had her dark rimmed reading glasses on and was just leaned back in one of the chairs while reading the contents of her laptop.

The teachers had had a big meaning earlier today, so the chairs around the conference table were askew and there were papers laying about on the table.

Its about 6:45pm and most kids are in the dining hall eating dinner.

Arc has posed:
Some kids are are eating dinner. Some have eaten enough to make an elephant blush and are already done. Rikki is in the latter catagory. Something was weighing heavy on the young meta. Things have been a little chaotic of late. On the up side, she's beginning to come out of her shell a little. She's starting get over her fear of lightning which is a very good thing. On the down side, she's starting to learn a little more about her abilities and those have lead to a few... booboos. No life endangering things. Just a few broken windows and a naked incident...

She shutters as she thinks about it. Quietly she walks through the school, her intention is to look for Jean and at least apologize. The problem is, she has no idea where to look and even if she did, she wouldn't want to interrupt her. Still, she's gotta try so, she makes her way to the staff room.

Magik has posed:
Apparently Illyana has been "Here" before, as there is a guiding /Memory/. /Force/.

Limbo has been sent into a tumult for reasoning that has had Illyana busy, but not as the 'Precious' Snowflake, her brother knows her as. This is not that kind of fight!

The Sword, archaically lined and casting a glow is slapped aside by a clawed massive *Paw*, a backhand along a cheek that only turns aside, but a glacial glare is the Demon's way while blood trickles from lower lip and is spat aside upon the floor of Limbo.

Sides clash like a war of ages and where Illyana had //spat//... The Disk opens under heels of Lesser Demons in their rapid charge. But a light is cast... A meeting, indeed!

     Xavier's:

The teacher's lounge is adjourned for some tranquility for Jean?

Nope!

The wooden floor beneath an area rug *cracks* and the disk //**RIPS**// a hole through the carpeting to spew forth several figures into a visceral pile of...

It's a mystery... Charlie Brown... Until Illyana pushes up to all fours and a hand extends from the opening the disk created... "Kill him... NOW!" The Russian accent a demand as those tiny appendages peel from her, the Lessers lunging!

Phoenix has posed:
Jean sipped her drink and stared at her work on the laptop's screen. At least up until the point where she caught movemen tout of the corner of her eyes and she looked over to see Rikki pass by the two open doors.

"Miss Riley." Jean called out as she stood up from her chair and started to move toward the open doorway. "Rikki." She said again to the young girl. "I heard you were lookking for me?"

It was then that the sudden appearance of Illyan set off some internal school security measures, Jean could feel the security responders already acting...

Her green eyelids closed and she spoke telepathically to all her team-mates, telling them it was okay and who had just arrived.

"Illyana." Jean said, in an exhale of a voice. "Haven't you heard of just walking up to the front door and knocking? Politely." She showed the Russian woman a grin.

When she heard Illy's words though her grin faded. "Kill whom?"

Arc has posed:
Rikki stops and ducks into the Teacher's lounge. She looks at Jean and gives a weak smile. "I wanted to apologize to you. For the windows I've broken and umm... for my umm naked incident." She blushes brightly. "I didn't know that wo... "

Thats about the point things start going a little crazy. Everything slows down to her anyway. She rips around the room and takes cover. She then looks over at Illyana curiously. She's never met her of course. She's never met most of the people who call this place home. So she simply smiles and keeps back for the time being. Time picks back up as she calms down.

"I didn't know that would happen. I may have discovered something about my abilities that could be useful I guess. Assuming I don't wind up naked again." She shutters at the thought.

Magik has posed:
From the opening the Stepping Disk created a massive palm splayed upwards, lowering in a slam to grip and /rake/ over the carpeting and the polished wood beneath, raking 'canals' into the flooring as a massive form attempts to //Spread// the disks opening wider...

But the other minions that peeled from her and spattered the floor in an ichor worthy of 'GhostBusters', Lesser Demons as they are, plunged inward per the command of the young woman who is coated in mire, and much more vile layers than that of Hell.

The grip is grating, and with a final slam of the Soul Sword, his nails (ONLY! Promise...For now...) are severed, permitting Illyana's assailant a fall backwards the unleashes an Grounds Rattling **Howl!**.

The Disk seals and Illyana slowly rises before Jean, fingers smearing lines across her pale features in her wavering stance, whose blood is whoms is a mystery as it descends from once pale hair over her face.

Nearly white eyes slice to Rikki and a brow rises, widening one eye is the only tell. "Naked is the least of concerns."

The plant of Soul Sword before braced feet, one bare, one barely wrapped in remnants of leather and laces from boots... Keeps her aloft, otherwise Illyana could be percieved drunk if not for injuries and the amount of... Crime Scene spilt across the floor.

"I do not know you, but I am Illyana Ras...pu.." The tip of the sword /scrapppess/ across the flooring and is hefted only to pierce and keep her... maybe 45 degrees lateral?

Jean is focused on, then Rikki, a laugh of disbelief passing as she rubs her chin and tries to make this all look 'on purpose'. "Then you know, already." If things weren't so...awkward, she'd almost seem like a drunken Jack Sparrow... from a layer of Hell...

Phoenix has posed:
Jean regarded Rikki (prior to Illy's dramatics) and shook her head. "You need to try to stay clothed when you're not inside of your room, that much is true. But--" Her words were cut off though when she turned to Magik and observed all of this.. the damange to the carpet and flooring and the demons trying to lurch their way into their world?

"Magik!" Jean said in a scolding voice. "This is a school, with masses of students whom you need not... send to an early grave out of terrible nightmares."

Jean sighed then and she walked over toward the Russian in her tattered clothing.

"Are you in trouble?" She asked her again, wanting a clearer answer this time hopefully. "You look as though you've been... fighting?"

Jean glanced back to Rikki. "Its okay, this is Illyana Rasputin. She is Piotr Rasputin's sister... Colossus." Colossus is a popular teacher here, its like Rikki has had some run-in with him by now.

Arc has posed:
Rikki would love to respond to Jean but, Illyana's arrival puts a damper on that. The tattered clothing and loss of shoe is something she notices right away. "Umm. Be right back?" She comments as the sound of rushing air fills the room. Lightning sparks and Rikki is gone.

About 2 seconds later she's back with clothes and shoes. She offers them to Illyana. "Here you go." She states. The exceptionally fast young woman is quite content to help. Finally she stretches a little and looks over to Jean. "I know I didn't try it I just..."

The comment about being naked not being such a big deal is not missed. She speaks up, "Err, Its only a big deal if you're naked out side in the freezing cold. Then it can be a really big problem." She shakes her head. "I umm sorta vibrated out of my clothes? I was shaking and they fell off. They are okay, no holes or anything. I have no idea how they fell off me!"

Magik has posed:
Rikki is deadpanned at, those cold eyes nearly scalera white unwavering in their non-plussed manner that can only express...

Nothing. Yep. Nothing.

The remnants of hooked nails she had severed (maayybbeee with a fingertip of two), start to shrivel, wither, turn to dust and blow away, leaving the damage with no real explanation.

Jean, she knows, so when the woman snaps her from her empty stare at Rikki with the bark and demand of her name her head slowly turns Jean's way. The shift of weight has the sword /screeching/ in its hold of her weight in a propped manner of lean, but it stops at a slat and finds purchase. "I know. It's been a while, but I know *my* rules." 'Keep your pets in Limbo or on a tight leash. She gets it! Got it. Good.

"Trouble? No trouble.... It's over now, he was simply fighting the last minutes he had left. But I do need.."

Rikki returns with clothing, that apparently she was concerned with losing again! and commences her explanation that has Illyana's lips parting.. Nothing.

She's got nothing to that even as a glop of visceral sludge falls from her chin to the floor.

"Maybe a shower, a nap, to see my brother." His mention by Jean has Illyana's look to her growing a bit warmer, where that blue color of irises returns slowly, just more piercing framed in blood, drying black save smaller trails that come from scalp. "Limbo is settled for now, I just need... time." Home? Would she call here home? Maybe... later.

The clothing Rikki handed over is clutched to her chest... Well... that just made the gift moot, but better than the tatters she has on.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean thanked Rikki for bringing the clothes and ushered the student out of the teaching's hall. "I'll speak with you soon, Rikki. I promise." She told the younger student before she turned back to Illyana.

The redhead walked toward the blonde who was now clutching those clothes slosely and she showed a soft smile.

"Your dramatics never fail to disturb, Illyana." She told her. "But don't let that come off as a negative thing. You've proven yourself a valuable ally to us here, so you'll always have a place to rest here... should you need it."

Jean glanced to the exit of the Hall and then back to the woman. "I think you have a room here already set aside. We haven't seen you for several months, but... it should still be there in the teacher's quarters."

Gambit has posed:
Lightning and indoors? Remy figures he should say something about that. Electrical surges usually a bad thing but then... The lean Cajun's fingers are fishing around in deep trenchcoat pockets as he follows the direction that speedster trail came from. More curious than anything. Messy dark veil of hair falling around stubble laden jaw and glimmering red-to-black eyes, a crooked smile etched in place.

"Someone say shower?" The thief gives the two women a quick one -two observaton. "Ahh petit diable, you look a delightful mess, girl." That smoker's rasp drawling out words.
"You see, ma cherie, they gon' up and be their own kinda bad without my influence."

"Mebbe you want a coat, non?" His trench beginning to peel off his frame, it's bunched up and extend from an offered hand.

Magik has posed:

Was Jean concerned for Rikki's well being in this matter?

Be-still Illyana's slightly frosty heart!

About as frozen as the look she is giving the attempt to remove Rikki from a possible story or show that is part and parcel to Illyana's (inherited!) lifestyle. "It's over. Or on pause. Promise. No more Disks in the school, I just.. had to..." A pinch of fingers at the slender bridge of her nose. "Get back." Admittance to misjudging her 'Step', or exhaustion? Not verbally. But this has gone on for several months that took a toll like a decade. Thank You Soul Sword for being the crutch for Tiny T'Illyana.

Remy's arrival rolls those slowly 'defrosting' eyes roll his way with a tip of her head that slides red-and-pink stained tendrils of hair across bare shoulder to slap down her back and the bend of shoulder. Fingers tighten around the hilt of the massive Archaic sword, stepping closer to right her /leaned/ pose.

"How attached to that coat are you?" A sweep of gaze from Remy back to Jean and the new clothes now tie dyed in 'ick' lower from the clutch slightly.

"Can I get a sewing kit, please?" Fix the clothing? Nope!

Arc has posed:
Rikki did step out from the room. Her She didn't want to cause trouble after all. She had no clue what was going on. All she knew is she didn't wanna cause trouble. Still she had business and stuff to discuss and she poked her head back in. "Is all clear now?" She asks. Then without waiting for a response, she stepped inside and just stayed back against the wall.

The young woman decided to just stay quiet for the time being. Things are a little crazy right now and the last thing she really wants to do is stirr up more trouble.

Phoenix has posed:
Jean's eyes looked over to Remy when he swept into the room like a warm breeze and it made her smirk at his words of assistance here, not out of distaste or disapproval, but just because he was savvy with women and Illyana was... well, Jean was curious how the two of them would get along.

"He's quite fond of his coat, Illy." Jean would say then as she moved toward Ororo's desk, where she opened up the center drawer and pulled out a leather bound sewing kit that she knew Storm had tucked away in that wonderfully organized desk... it looked so much more organized than Jean's desk drawers did, jealousy!

"Here." The Vice Prinicpal then said as she walked back toward Remy and Illy, offering her the sewing kit.

Her green eyes went back to Rikki. "Yes, its okay. And thank you again for the clothing, Miss Riley." She needed to talk to that kid about not falling out of her OWN clothing, but, that was an awkward conversation in this moment.

Gambit has posed:
"This my worst coat, petit." Remy assures Illyana. It appears hes willing to sacrifice it for he rmodesty. A scoundrel he is but also, theres a gentleman under there somewhere, hidden beyond the grit, flair and edge.

Rikki's arrival gets a look over his shoulder, a lopsided smile gracing the woman in acknowledgement.

"You sew fast, that kinda a silly request." He taunts but recoils to settle on a chair, coat taken or not. It will remain off of his long shirt, dark pants clad figure.

"What we doin' anyways? Sound like a fun story an I got nothing better to be doin'."

Magik has posed:
"Ill return it neatly before morning and it is discovered gone." Affirmation in Illyana's tone, but when Jean's words remind Illy of 'etiquette', Rikki is nodded to with a tilt of her head more nodding in agreement with Jean's 'Thanks' to Miss Riley. "I will repay you clothing tomorrow as well, as you may need it."

Humor? It was...something at least!

Remy seats himself and yes, sitting is better than fucking the floor up more with the edge of her Sword to prop her in a stable place. The coat is gathered after hesitation, and a level stare between Jean and Remy. "Smoker," Stated lowly as she 'plucks' the coat from Remy between fingertips and tosses it over the back of the nearest chair - the one /drug/ to her by the hook of tattered boot toe, making it fall from her foot in FATALITY!

Seated though now the clothing is set aside as well and the kit is opened to pull needle and thread free. Bright pink... Illy scoffs but keeps at her work with fingers /focused/ on to keep steady.

"I woke up to another attempt at a takeover in Limbo, or an attempt. The hoardes amassing ar gathering strength from somewhere, but.. It's... Settled.."

Arc has posed:
Rikki smiles, "Don't worry about it Miss. I was just trying to help a little." She smiles as she steps a little closer to Jean. "I really just wanted to apologize for anything. I didn't want to disrupt or anything."

She looks at Illyana and the sword then at the cajun man. She gives both a nervous smile before continuing. "I seriously didn't want to lose my clothing out in the cold. I still don't really understand how it happened I was shivering and the next thing I knew, there go my clothes." She blushes bright red.

Magik has posed:
Illyana "I woke to a takeover in Limbo, or an /attempt/. ** Fix redundancy!

Phoenix has posed:
Jean would motion to the large conference table in the room as an ideal place for Illyana to work on clothing repairs to her attire. Jean would wlak over to Rikki and show the student a smile and a nod. "I understand, your powers are still a learning process. We need to figure out a cause for it though and perhaps get you a custom set of clothing that won't have that side effect, so if it happens again you'll be wearing said suit or suit pieces, rather than the alternative." She'd give the girl a soft pat on the shoulder and move past her toward where Remy was. Jean looked back to Rikki though.

"Could you rush to the dining hall and get Illyana something to drink, maybe a plate of food as well if there is any left?" She'd ask the speedy student then.

Jean's eyes went to Illyana, concerned about whatever combat the woman just faced in her Demon Dimension. "You can always come to us if you need help, Illy." She reminded her.

She then motioned to Remy. "He was just tellin gme the other day that we don't fight enough hell beasts." She said, smiling a little... clearly teasing.

Gambit has posed:
"It not a thing." Remy encourages Illyana about the jacket, "Demon uprisings? You make my troubles of finding a nice hot cup of coffee sound a lil trivial now." His eyes drift from the Russian mutant over Rikki to settle on Jean, the girl maybe bashful as shes hanging close to the Vice Principle. Shes taking charge, its got him opting for silence. Playing observor and fiddling with a toothpick, it dances over his long fingers before sliding in to his mouth, past lips and settling home on his tongue. A substitute for smoking. He's been good about that one at least, it's kept outside.

"I was, though, see you how you are now, maybe I change my mind on that. Pretty messy sounding."

Magik has posed:
"It's nothing." An all encompassing statement from Illyana to the three.

Rikki's clothing loss only regarded with another flick of gaze between Jean and the unknown Rikki as the pink thread is severed between the clamp and *snip* of teeth. "Doesn't /vibrating/ also generate heat?" No mirth, no lilt of tone to show a question in that regard, in fact the placid look from Illyana is comical in and of itself.

When Illyana pauses at Jean's request of Rikki she lifts a hand in protest but the final words from Jean cause her to clip off her words behind thinned lips. "You saw the end and worried for the children. Why would I make you worry for.." A glance to Remy and then towards Rikki and the Hall beyond the door. "The rest." But no question, Pride.

A Sin none-the-less.

Illyana slides down in the chair, eased by the mire drying slowly over her form, twisting a bit to draw a strip of fabric at her hip aside and reveal gaping claw marks, a match on her scalp but hidden beneath hair of matted blood-clay. It smells of decay, brimstone, like a cancer that eminates, but the thread pulses vaguely from magenta to a bright light of //neon//.

Yep, she's gonna stitch herself right here and now. Jack Sparrow isn't drunk, she got her ass handed to her for a hot minute. The concern and worry lacklustre and lost to Illyana.

"Messy enough, but I am sure you all have seen worse?" End of thread is clipped between teeth to keep it out of the way as she begins to move deftly in 'sewing' her Hellbound Skin back into place. "Ill let ya know."

Arc has posed:
Rikki nods to Jean. "Not a problem." She looks over to Illyana and just gives a deadpan look. "Hold that thought." Lightning crackles and air rushes as she takes off running out the door and down to the dining lounge, she quickly gathers refreshments for everyone and a full plate of food for Illyana. Within seconds she is back. Drinks and refreshments are served before the blur of a girl comes to a stop.

"Where were we. Oh! Well I was cold. Its why I was shivering. So I guess I was generating heat. How I managed to have my clothes fall off my body though... That is kind of embarrassing." She shrugs. "I rushed inside fast as was safe and got dressed again. Only like two people actually seen me in my sneakers and a smile?"

She looks down at the floor, "I have an idea. I would be more comfortable with less... guys but If I stay shaking it shouldn't be a problem. I just look like a blur when I shake like that."

Phoenix has posed:
Jean showed a small smile toward Illyana as she moved her laptop and work papers off of the table and over to one of the teacher's desks. "I'm not so concerned about you hurting the people here, Illyana, as I am in you hurting the furniture and the hardwood flooring." She gave a sly grin then just before Rikki arrived with food and beverages.

"Thank you, Miss Riley." She told the student, reaching out for a drink herself. "And thats why we have to get you a custom suit to wear. You're not the first person to come through this chool with the speed ability, Hank McCoy is the one you need to see with all your detailed inquiries regarding your powers. His e-mail box is always full of questions from students, but he takes a great deal of pride in answering them all."

Jean picked up a drink and offered it to Remy, showing him a soft smile. "How many jackets do you have anyway?" She asked him.

Gambit has posed:
"Come over an' find out sometime?" Remy teases the redhead before hes looking at Illyana and that ordeal of being demon slashed up, tending herself... " Whoah girl. They got a whole med lab and some nurses for this kinda thing. Maybe you take advantage of that... lot less stomach turning an' messy."

The return with a drink gets a prolonged blink, a curious look then a shrug to guzzle. Non-alcoholic. Dissapointed he takes another sip, sets it aside and resumes amusing himself with that toothpick, flipping it end over end on his tongue before it's sucked back to rest at his teeth, "She just say she wants to run around in birthday suit and sneakers? I maybe hearing things wrong tonight." He explains with a chuckle, still unsure if he heard that for certain. "It always so weird here. Not sure how anyone ever get bored."

Magik has posed:

"Thanks..." A pause, shifting gaze between Jean and Rikki as she is there...
Gone.
Back!

The tray barely hits the table and thread is clipped off, posture remaining slumped upon the exhale as the minute enchantment goes to work in sealing the Slash-Fic style wounds out of Dog soldiers. "Miss Riley." A lingering hover of look to Rikki, even if there is no smile the slow reach for the tray, //dragging// it closer, suffices?

Jeans comment gets a light huff from Illyana as the hilt of the Soul Sword is reached for to draw it closer and to prop beside her. "Unlike Remy's concession to quitting bad habits, I cannot make promises I do not intend to keep." But in regards to?

The coat is draped over a shoulder in a fold to keep that 'mess' from the lining inside, the tray is adjusted, placing some aside for them while making room to put Rikki's generosity upn it as well. Easy carrying! The sewing kit is stuffed in a shoe, as that is also unfinished despite Remy's words.

"I can /shake it off/" A liftandfall of one corner of Illyana's lips, a jest? Maybe, if you caught that look from Remy, to Rikki, and then back to Jean.

"A couple days.." Rest needed, then... Back to being that asset tat has earned her such a welcome.

One would think perhaps Illy was a waitress in a past life the way she rises and carrys that tray in poise towards the door and her room, the Sword seated in a pivot of wrist across her back.

Swaggerstagger. "Sleep tightly..." Or something.