8280/Much Too Young (To Feel This Damn Old)

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Much Too Young (To Feel This Damn Old)
Date of Scene: 12 July 2019
Location: Xavier's School
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Cypher, Magik




Cypher has posed:
Doug knows how to find Illyana. The song of the birds and the insects changes, subtly, when she's in the area. All of nature is warier of the Sorceress-Queen of Limbo. It's the aura of otherworldliness she carries with her, wherever she goes.

He has a box. casually balanced in one hand, as he steps out near the pool.

The wind ruffles his hair, and catches his shirt, for a moment. He's got a t-shirt on that says 'If you read this, you can speak Japanese' except it's in Russian. See, that's a joke.

He lets out a low whistle, announcing his presence.

Magik has posed:
Illyana is alone at the pool. She has the same effect on students that she has on all the animals and insect of nature. Upon seeing her arrive in a swimsuit, which has skulls, real skulls, adorning it, they stop whatever they were doing and go somewhere else. It would be a lonely existance to some, and it very well may be for her too, but if she feels any pang of emotions from this response it doesn't show on her alabaster face.

She's laid out in a chair with one leg up rocking back and forth to music playing from a tape deck beside her chair.

When Doug appears, she doesn't even open her eyes, "Dasvedanya, Doug Ramsey." Full name, but not his FULL name.

Cypher has posed:
Doug pauses, and then he gives a slow blink. "Ominous." He says, though he doesn't really seem troubled about it.

"Hey. I'm here under orders. Sam is worried about you, and sent me to ask you what's going on in your head. I figured just telling you would annoy you less than trying to pretend that wasn't what was going on."

"But! But." He says, "Before you say anything... I brought tribute. It's a red velvet cake." He holds up the box. "You know, the pepperidge farm kind that you buy frozen? It's still chilled. I even pre-sliced it." His eyebrows raise. One might question the wisdom of tempting the Demon Queen of Limbo with freezer cake.

Magik has posed:
"Samuel should mind his own businesses." Illyana doesn't open her eyes at first, but she doesn't have to to feel the temperature change around her. Especially in this late evening when the sun is all but fallen behind the horizon and a nice chilli blowing in, a degree or six higher is noticable.

"He want me to tell him everything is going to be fine. That I will leave Limbo and stay here. He does not understand what I do there or why I do it. He understands only that he does not know... and how do I explain it?" She's not yelling, but when in all the hells does she HAVE to yell to stress a point? Her body language is yelling as she sits up and turns to Doug.

"Give me cake." Holding out both hands. "Tell Samuel to go to Hell."

Cypher has posed:
Doug hands over the cake, and then takes off his sneakers, and sits with his feet in the water.

"You want me to tell him not to fuss." He says, before he leans back on his hands, and looks faintly irked. "Just call me... Falstaff?" Then he looks up at Illyana, and says, "You can blow him off, you can tell him to take a hike, but you can't make him not care. You know that. It's not like I really understand either. I just know what I don't know. I guess."

"You can't make me not care either. Just so you know." He kicks his feet in the water.

Magik has posed:
Illyana is at once a unnatural beacon of raw forces that shape the natural world around her by her presence and a child. With the cake in her lap, still cold against her bare thighs, she flips open the lid and looks down at the delicious baked good inside. "Da. Tell him this. Diplomacy better." She glances sideways in Doug's direction, then back at the cake.

"Results is same. I am fine. Good. Great. Picture of wellness. He worries for nothing." One finger runs along the tart frosting and is sucked off with an appreciative mmm sound in her chest. "I know you care. You care from distance. You respect that I do not have answers to questions people ask.. or maybe that answer is no good for you to hear. Like... If I tell you, then you worry more, but for what reason? Is it like I can say; okay I am done now Limbo. Time for me to go back to Earth, enjoy eternity please be doing good while I am gone."

"Bye bye now."

Cypher has posed:
Somewhere along the line Doug has switched to Russian. It comes as easily to him as anything else does.

"Open pool." He says. "Maybe I wanted to take a swim. In a minute." He rolls his head back, and looks up. "I get it. You CAN'T let Limbo go without a ruler, because if you did, the results would be bad. I think... honestly, he understands that too. I think everybody who knows you understands it, even if Limbo itself makes no sense to them. You're... the jailer for some very nasty things."

"I think he's worried that if he lets go of you, you'll forsake the people and places you love, Illyana will be gone, and only the Darkchylde will remain, pal."

Doug cants his gaze up at Illyana. "I can see where he's coming from, but I don't agree with him, not really."

Magik has posed:
Illyana, without a fork to eat the cake, grabs a handful and eats it from between her fingers like a a trogladyte. It doesn't even occur not to, she barely even considers another option. She wants the cake, so she grabs the cake. Now she has some on her face too. It's a mess and it is only going to get worse.

When Doug switches to Russian, so does she. It's easier for her. She knows english and she speaks it regularly, but some phrases just come out wrong. "Exactly." Licking at a bit of red fluffy cake under one of her short nails. "I do not like what is happening on Earth. The way the humans are starting to use more and more devastating forms of warfare against us, but we are being told to keep ourselves in check? Why? Has that worked for us so far? Is there a long track re-" Pausing to get a piece of frosting from off her chest and shove it back in her mouth, "Is there any proof that has been even remotely successful?"

"Nyet. The harder they throw themselves at us like the mongrel horde, the more we should press back." Rolling her shoulders and hunkering down for the long velvet haul. "If they fear mutants, let them see hell and decide which is more terrifying."

She straightens... "If I decide to stay in Limbo, that is why. Humans are the real monsters. At least in Limbo, there is no pretences to the contrary."

Cypher has posed:
Doug muses over that, and then he says, "...Sometimes I think that way too. People can be *terrible*, and when I study them, I see the terrible things they think they're hiding. But just as often, I see their troubles, I see the way they're trying to help other people, the good they want to do and the powerlessness they feel."

"I see you, pal. You've been used so *badly* by some truly awful... creatures. But I would never, ever question your loyalty to your friends. Sometimes I think I can see all the ways to make a better world. So many systems I could *break*--and it wouldn't even be hard!"

"But I can't pull the trigger on that. There's too many people who've essentially done nothing wrong who'd suffer, and I can't be the one who sacrifices innocent people to a greater vision. Maybe that makes me soft, I dunno." He runs a hand through his yellow hair, letting the wind ruffle it.

"Tell me something. If you did give over to it completely, if you became the Darkchylde and nothing but -- what would you do with us? With the people who were loyal to you. Your friends."

Magik has posed:
"I could." Illyana says without hesitation. She doesn't need to think about if she could do the greatest good, even if it meant hurting people to make it happen. She sees the grand design and understand the bigger pictures tapestry. Obviously her opinion is tainted to some degree, but her goals would be just in design, if a little fierce in application.

Eggs are broken to bake a cake.

And she is definitely enjoy the cake. It's all over her arm and face now.

"I do not know how to answer question." She admits, looking at Doug, frowning a little as she considers it. "I would not intentionally hurt my friends. You are family to me, all of you, but the darkchylde is not me. Not entirely. She is evil... maybe if some part of me remained?" She doesn't know and doesn't want to think about that.

Instead she looks back at the cake. "Probably nothing good."

Cypher has posed:
Doug's mouth flattens into a line. "I'll do everything I can to try to keep things from getting to the point where I change my mind, Illyana."

"For what it's worth, I believe you're stronger than her. I don't know if I believe in God, which is funny because I've *been dead* - but I have faith in you." Then he kicks his legs, gets up, and begins to strip off into his swimsuit. He tosses his shirt over a chaise longue, and then says, "As for Sam, I'll tell him you said to quit being such a worrywart, but if you want to use more colorful language, you'll have to tell him yourself. Which is like kicking a Golden Retriever."

Magik has posed:
"Maybe you are right." Illyana says between licking the frosting from the oustide of her hand and palm. Manners aren't something she cares anything about and if she's concerned for whatever someone would think of seeing her in such a state, she's been mum about it. She'll likely set them on fire for saying.

"That will be fine.. but I am not above kicking Golden retriever if it keeps trying to pee on my leg." Glancing over at Doug and then back down at the half a cake left in the box. After a seconds consideration, she closes the lid and puts it aside, then resigns to lay back out in her chair. "I will always fight to keep from becoming darkchylde." Resetting her glasses from her brow, "Tell him he is worrying too much, this will be fine."

Cypher has posed:
Doug strips down to his bathing suit -- this one is red with purple flames on it. Apparently somewhere along the line Doug gave in and decided he liked the Budgie Smugglers. Kitty put a picture of him in the ones with rubber duckies on them up on Twitter. "Hey." Doug says.

"Just remember, you're not some sort of heavy metal pin-up or broken doll, Illyana. Not to me. You're a person, and you're my friend." He says. "And if I truly believed you were the ultimate evil, would I boop your snoof?"

He turns, and then gently puts the pad of his index finger against the tip of Illyana's nose, before withdrawing it. "Boop!" Then he winks.

Magik has posed:
Illyana lifts her glasses when her snoof is booped, and stares murderhobo up at Doug... but it only lasts a deep breath and a long sigh before she's grinning. "You are stupid." She says playfully, shaking her head. "I am very metal." Joking isn't her strong suit. Usually, funny through irony, she definitely just tried to make a joke.

"Could build house with me. Sustained hurricane force winds could not blow it down." Still grinning, she lets her glasses fall back over her eyes like it's mid day, when it's actually closer to sunset. She wears sunglasses at night. "Thank you, Doug. I do not think you are big dork. Except for when you were those swim trunks in public."

Cypher has posed:
"Well I didn't say you weren't METAL." Doug says. "I mean, at best, I'm Weezer." Then he turns around, and says, "Really? I was assured they looked cute."

"Listen." Doug says, quietly, "Sam spilled the beans about what happened when--you know." He looks sheepish. "I just wanted to tell you--" He huffs out a breath, "...I'm touched, in a really *warped* way, that you'd do that. I mean, what says 'love' like 'I fed the man who killed my friends to my demonic horde?'" He pauses. "This is coming out *really wrong*."

Magik has posed:
"They killed you." Illyana says this like, what was I suppose to do? "I could not trust that humans would handle matter appropriate, they would not have received punishment they deserved. They would have served prison.. maybe they feel guilty later and turn life around. Grow old, with family, enjoy what remains.. always thinking, but never appreciating the pain they caused so many by killing you."

She doesn't sit up, doesn't lift her head, or raise her glasses. "I could not let that happen. You deserved retribution... and you had it. I am glad you are back. I do not feel guilty that they never will be."

Cypher has posed:
Doug sighs. "...Gosh, Illyana. What happened to us. I'm all of twenty, counting the two years of 'Lol you're dead' downtime I had, and somedays I feel so god damn OLD." He turns on his heel, and holds his arms sout, before he falls backward into the pool, with a SPLASH.

He bobs up to the surface, and floats, looking up at the twilight sky. "Even more messed up? If I could do it all again, I would. Except maybe the getting killed part, that sucked."

Magik has posed:
"I do not remember how old I am this week." Illyana says in Russian, "Sometimes I feel like it changes everytime I come back to Earth. Limbo is very strange.. time doesn't matter there." She could never express it properly, which is why she never tries. "I do not feel old... I feel.." The word doesn't exist in Russian. Or maybe it doesn't exist in Illyana.

"I feel.." That says a lot too though.

"I would do everything exactly the same. I know what was coming if I had not been kidnapped to Limbo. It is better this way."

Cypher has posed:
The water laps around Doug, gently. He used to be so skinny. Now he's square, solid. Like somewhere along the line he grew more into the shape of himself.

Then he seems to want to say something, but he thinks better of it. "We'll muddle through together, Illyana. All of us, just like he always did. Can you forgive Sam for making a fuss over you? I think he needs us, too. He's got to learn to let us catch him, when he falls."

Magik has posed:
"We will be fine. Good. Great. Picture of wellness." Illy repeats with a partially hidden grin, hands laid together on her stomach with her elbows braced on the arms of her sunchair. Her head shifts a little and cranes back as if she's getting sun rather than moonlight. "I will not destroy him, this time. But if he asks me to tell him what is wrong after I tell him there is nothing wrong, I cannot make any promises that he is not getting vacation to Limbo for a week."

Cypher has posed:
Doug kicks around, and slips under the water like a dolphin, before he emerges at the edge of the pool, his blond hair hanging and dripping around his face. "Try 'Sam, I love you like a brother but you're fussing over me too much, if I have a problem, I will say something.'" He pauses. "Y'know. *Fib*."

Magik has posed:
"I do not like lying." Illyana says frowning, "At least not to Sam. He looks like sad clown when he find out he is not hearing truth... It is heart breaking. Like picture of puppies in a burning building." She shakes her head and blows out a long suffering sigh, "But I will do this. So he will leave me alone and not feel like he has to send emissary to discuss my feelings like Doctor Phillips on television."

Cypher has posed:
"See? Like kicking a golden retriever! I knew he'd get to you." Doug says. "Just... you know, be straight up with him. Tell him to cut it out. He won't quit fretting, but he'll do it more quietly." Doug gives the faintest flicker of a grin. "It's good to be back, Illyana. And it's good to be hanging out with you again."

Magik has posed:
"If you tell him I am saying nice things-" Illyana thinks she's saying nice things, "-you will dislike results." Sitting up on her eblows to look down herself at Doug by the edge of the pool. "It is good that you are not dead anymore. We could have still hung out if you were though. I am not above going to find spirits if I am bored." Said as she drops back onto the chair, grinning herself. "I love you, Doug. Best part, nobody will ever believe I am saying this if you tell them."

"Except me."

Cypher has posed:
"Wouldn't think of it." Doug says, spitting out some water. "I love you too, Illyana. Even when you're acting like some *horrifying* smash-up of Endora from 'Bewitched' and Allison Arngrim in 'The Bad Seed'. Especially then, really." He sinks below the water, to try and evade wrath. But he has to come up for air sometime.

Magik has posed:
Dangerous game, that. Illyana slides off the chair when Doug goes under and pads quietly towards the edge of the pool where she's just out of view from beneath the water. If she's nothing, she's patient. Standing with her arms crossed and her eyes staring THROUGH the glasses she's wearing down at where he submerged. Waiting for him to surface.

Cypher has posed:
He has to come up for air, sometime. He rises back up to the surface, and gives Illyana wide-eyed, innocent look, with those baby blue eyes extra-wide. He affects the body language of 'You wouldn't visit daemonic wrath upon someone as cute as me, WOULD YOU?'

Magik has posed:
Illyana's body language is.. her shoulders rock a little as she starts laughing. It isn't loud and boisterous, but any outward expression of humor is unique and, because of that, quite recognizable. "Come on, I want ice cream." She tells him, holding her hand out and bending over to offer help out of the pool.

Cypher has posed:
Doug really ought to know better. But what the heck, he's already died. He reaches up to grip Illyana's hand, and moves to climb out of the pool, shedding water. "I'm working on my survival body language." He says, "My goal is to master 'Pathetic' so completely Apocalypse turns away in disgust. THEN I'll GIVE it to him good."

Magik has posed:
He really should have known better.

Illyana grips his hand, then reaches over and grips his wrist with the other. It could be considered very omenous under the wrong situation. This just isn't it. With a grunt, she helps pull him out of the water and then pads quietly over to her towel, big MISFITS t-shirt, and half eaten cake. "Da, you will have him at your mercy. He will not knowing what is striking him when you unleash full force of fury."

Cypher has posed:
"That's right." Doug says. "He'll be all 'You are too pathetic for Apocalypse to waste his wrath' and then I'll be all WH-BAM!" He strolls along behind, not bothering to dress. He feels cute today!

Magik has posed:
Illy rolls her eyes, and shakes her head, but also laughs in that shoulder shaking manner. "You are so stupid." It's not a term of endearment by any measurement. Nor does she say it in a particularly endearing way. Still though. "Do not ever be different."

Cypher has posed:
"For you," Doug says, grinning wide, "I'll be the biggest idiot that ever walked the face of the Earth. I'm thinking mint chocolate chip. What are you thinking?" He asks, trailing off, as they head for the house.

Magik has posed:
"I am thinking you read my mind." Illyana bobs her head in the affirmative and leads the way towards the kitchen like the Saints come marching home.