4983/Dark Revelations

Dark Revelations
Date of Scene:	22 July 2018
Location:	Park
Synopsis:	Illyana's summoning spell in the park is interrupted by a very unlucky Tom.
Cast of Characters:	Magik, Lucky Day

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Magik has posed:
The night is calm and peaceful, with a full moon floating high above the city. It is the perfect time for Illyana Rasputin to practice her magic. There is a pentagram etched out into the grass, the design burned by fire and sketched expertly as if someone has created it before. Nearby is a podium, odd in its design and appearance inside of a park, with candles lit on its corners. There is also the head of a goat dangling in the hands of a young Russian.

She is chanting words from another language, an ancient tongue, and her eyes are closed. Her focus is immaculate, disregarding everything else around her as she allows her spiritual energy to converge with reality around her. "I bind you, I bind you, I bind you..." Illyana speaks in English now, repeating the phrase several other times before opening her eyes. She walks onto the pentagram and sets the animal's head in the center, back pedaling enough to remove herself from the frame. There are unlit candles at the points of the pentagram, until one spontaneously catches fire. The first gate has opened.

Lucky Day has posed:
Tom is walking about and has strange luck and strange fate. He walks on the grass cutting corners because he is a rebel. A crazy man. He is wearing his black top hat, black cloak and black fake mustache to make people naturally hate him so they dont get cursed but as he senses the magic he is drawn to it. He looks on curiously at the edge but doesnt actually mess with it. Except, of course, by existing which starts to cause problems.

Magik has posed:
"Deliver... deliver... deliver..." Illyana chants.

Extending a hand towards the goat's head, a soft gust of wind forms in that moment, one that would normally cause the candles to blow out, but instead, the second candle on the pentagram ignites. Satisfied by the progression in front of her, Illyana steps behind the podium and turns a page in the book.

Suddenly, the recently lit candle burns out.

A blonde eyebrow rises at the change, lifting her head from the book. "No," Illyana says in protest. "No, no, no!" Irritated, the turns back to the previous page in the book to see what she has done wrong. In that moment, she senses another mystical presence within her vicinity, turning sharply to Tom.

"What have you done?!"

Lucky Day has posed:
Tom says, "Well....stand here?" He is quite relaxed but understanding of the threat Illyana can provide. He can, after all, readily see her aura. His, meanwhile would look all kinds of wrong. It is not natural for his colors to do that and SOMETHING has wrapped his magic around him like a cloak in a way that just feels at a fundamental level totally and inconceivably WRONG even by the standards of Limbo."

Magik has posed:
Illyana considers the man before her, perceiving his mystic aura for a bit. There is something very unnatural about it, she notices, which cause her to tense slightly. At his behest to move, she does not. Instead, the stand lowers into a glowing, golden pool of light and the last lit candle on the pentagram blows away. "I don't need assistance from you. Why have you come here?"

Lucky Day has posed:
Tom says, "Well, when you hear magic of that level blaring as far away as it does, you get curious. It looks like you are trying a summoning spelling." There is a trap in his charisma, for the unwitting to like him and get cursed or to anger or dislike him and be blessed. So far she is choosing the wiser course."

Magik has posed:
"If you must know," Illyana replies, walking towards the center of the pentagram, "it was a communication spell." She lies. Picking up the head of the goat, she tosses it outside of the frame. If she chooses to redo the spell, Illyana would have to start from the beginning.

"So, you just come running when you feel magic in your vicinity? You are a strange man, or a stupid one depending on those you encounter."

Lucky Day has posed:
Tom says, "Well." He is, deep down, quite heroic but cant admit that. He has a villanious reputation to protect. "You never know when opportunity might present itself. And when you live in circumstances such as mine, you keep an eye out for opportunity. Who wee you communicating with? Saving 10 percent on your car insurance by switching to Geico?"

Magik has posed:
Illyana rolled her glacial blue eyes at the mention of opportunity from Tom. There are no opportunities when she is concerned. Unless, of course, if one favors conversation with a soulless demon, ruler of Limbo. Or death. Illyana considers both options as she mentally wills the candles on the pentagram to fall into her hands. "You are a curious man. That can get you killed."

Lucky Day has posed:
Tom says, "You are welcome to try." He is so UTTERLY blase about it that there can be no doubt that he feels no threat there. Either he sees good in her most dont...or there is something there she isn't seeing. He literally isnt afraid of her and his skill is evident enough that he should know he is threatened."

Magik has posed:
Porting the candles away, Illyana turns with a devilish grin on her expression. "Was that an invitation?" she asks. Extending her left hand, a ball of light consumes her fist, trailing down to form the framework of a sword. As a second passes, Illyana's infamous Soulsword appears with light and a smoking aura radiating from it. "Because I do enjoy party invitations."

Lucky Day has posed:
Tom shrugs, "I mean if you want to." He sounds....bored? "It might work. Rather doubt it. I've tried a lot more powerful beings and nothing sticks. I would rather beat this but there is more than one way to beat something." She can sense....staleness....static about his pattern as if something had grabbed his essence, something unnatural and insideously powerful.

Magik has posed:
The tone of voice that Tom projects is considered a threat - to Illyana's pride more than anything - and the warrior inside of her acts quickly as he begins to respond. With a thought, she disappears from in front of the man, reappearing behind him in an instant. With a thrust of her Soulsword's blade, the point punctures through his back and out his chest. Because the sword does not interact with organic flesh, Tom will feel an intense pain and possibly a mystic release, as its focus is on the mystic rather than the physical realm.

Lucky Day has posed:
Tom moans in pain, "Well...OW. That really....hurts." The sword will flicker. It is powerful enough that it can withstand the slow inevitable churn of the curse but like the expansion of the universe itself it is relentless. He moans briefly and his aura returns to normal, a thing of perfection and light. The sword is powerful enough to briefly, very briefly let a glipse into a reality totally wiped from reality but it groans and is unnatural having shifted the weight of a curse beyond her or her masters skill to undo. Leaving the sword there would cause problems but more than anything to a creature of pain and darkness that Illyana has become she can understand why someone like Tom was cursed...his mere existance is just...offensive.

Magik has posed:
His moans bring Illyana pleasure, barring the fangs of her teeth as her sword does its job of inflicting pain. "Oh, that is nothing--" Her words are cut short as she takes nothing of something within the man. The aura of her sword flickers briefly, causing Illyana to protectively pull it from the man's back. She steps backwards, her eyes furrowing in curiosity.

"What magic is this that consumes you?" she asks, looking the man over.

Lucky Day has posed:
Tom says, "I have no idea. I still dont even know if the false life I remember is even a real one. I mainly know I've pissed off more than one person, very powerful and very petty people. What I like is cursed, what I dislike is blessed. I cannot die. I will return to the same miserable house and job every day like a sitcom. The illusion of growth without any actual progress."

Magik has posed:
"You are a strange man, indeed," Illyana says, sheathing her Soulsword into nothingness. "Perhaps you can be of use to me, at some point. I, too, cannot die or age. It is quite troublesome when you've knocked on Death's door so many times and she refuses to answer."

Lucky Day has posed:
Tom raises his hands in the air, "FINALLY, someone gets it." He shakes his head, "My name is Tom Night. Some call me Lucky Day but those people are idiots. Pleasure to meet you. Oh, and you suck for stabbing me, merely for not being cursed purposes you understand.

Magik has posed:
"Illyana," she replies simply. "And, I do not suck. It is your luck that your abilities are an abnormality. Otherwise, I would have killed you where you stood." Illyana pauses briefly, considering. "Who trained you in the mystic arts?"

Lucky Day has posed:
Tom says, "leave it to my luck to work just enough to keep the curse working. Of course." He groans, and nods, "I trained myself. I have a natural talent, but my family kind of hates me. So I had to study the journals and learn most everything myself. As powerful as my passive luck is, the active luck woks bette; eatic though it is."

Magik has posed:
"You say luck a lot," Illyana says, noticing the trend. "Your mystic powers focus around luck? That is... different from my experiences. It is possible you are studying the journals wrong considering you are self-taught."

Lucky Day has posed:
Tom says, "well....the Night Family were Luck mages, each getting stronger in the world I remember with each generation. IN this reality we have a repuation as Jinx mages. But that's how I invoke my active luck. I can do ritual magic. I am a magi, not merely a practitioner but I am not doing shield spells or the like. Well..." he thinks, "I never had the resources to study it."

Magik has posed:
There are so many different facets of the conversation that Illyana is not grasping. After several moments pass, she puts the clues together to form a better understanding of what Tom says, but in the moment, it confuses her.

"So, you are a 'luck mage'?" she repeats, unsure. "Is that why my Soulsword would not inflict the damage that it should have? Stupid luck?"

Lucky Day has posed:
Tom says, "No. That's the Curse. I have multiple layered curses placed on me, one wrapped in another. Cursed to turn my magic against me, cursed to make people hate me, general bad luck, cursed to make my allies tortured, cursed to remember the reality that was with no trace whatsoever and cursed to return, no matter what I do or anyone else does to make me return to the same palce and time in the ame condition over and over again."

Magik has posed:
"This is complicated," Illyana replies. She shakes her head at the thought of multiple curses layering on top of each other. "It sounds like you need to get professional help, Tom." With a wave of her hand, the pentagram burned into the grass disappears, leaving no evidence that Illyana is practicing magic in the space. "Unfortunately, I am not one of those people."

Lucky Day has posed:
Tom laughs, "I will call up 1800 CurseBeGone." HE is laughing maniacally but stops, "Well. Thanks for the thought. If I come in useful, give me a ring." He hands her a card, "I earn my bread making people miserable. I'm sure you'll think of someone who deserves it sooner or later.

Magik has posed:
Illyana accepts the card, giving it a once-over. "Possibly," she replies. Turning, Illyana starts off in the opposite direction and disappears into a pool of golden light. Before she ports away, a hand lifts into the air and motions a 'good bye' in Tom's direction, if he watches her leave.