8374/Stranger Danger!

Stranger Danger!
Date of Scene:	17 July 2019
Location:	Danger Room
Synopsis:	Pixie and Illyana train in the danger room, but the program gets a bit out of control, and Illyana collapses.
Cast of Characters:	Pixie, Magik, Elixir

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Pixie has posed:
It's time for another training session! Only..Why'd she have to get stuck with HER as a partner, of all people? It's sooo unfair! Little miss 'Queen of Hell' and Megan's day is already off to a bad start! Dressed in her X-uniform, a modifed version of the classic blue and gold with a navy dress and a large gold X across the top and long yellow boots on her feet (and thankfully shorts under her skirt), Pixie is ready for action! Buuut what is the danger room gonna throw on them today? she peers around, then back at Illyana, glaring. "You'd better not screw things up for me.."

Magik has posed:
Illyana's complaints are not nearly as vocal as are Megan's. There is a round of how could they do this? and that does not make any sense, I have proven I am capable of teamwork, but someone reminded her of the fiasco in the sailboat, told her to put on her big girl pants, and sent her packing for the Danger room. Now standing in a black and white x version of the New Mutants uniform, Illyana has a half pauldron. The massive soulsword laid back across her left shoulder in her left hand, waiting for the exercise to begin. The snype remarks almost set her off again, turning a pale blue glare at Pixie, "Keep your head in it, PIXIE. I will do just fine, thanking you very much."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn only chances a sideglance at her 'partner' before looking ahead as the colors of the danger room swirl and reshape around them. "Okay then...Let's see what fun is in store for us today.." she grins, drawing out her own soulsword as she peers around at the darkness, translucent wings taking on a greenish pink hue today as they flutter in a blur around her.

Annd what greets them is probably not something Megan really wanted to see..They're in a spooky graveyard of sorts, and it's dark and creepy. Oh yeah, and there are zombies crawling out of the ground, slowly starting to swarm them. Somewhere in the far distance, the sounds of screams can be heard. There's probably someone out there, and it looks like their mission is to defeat the swarm of zombies and rescue them. Because of course.

Magik has posed:
Illyana cranes her neck, neutral expression sliding into place beneath the half curtain of white-blonde hair. As the color begins to swirl and contort into the shape of a spooky nighttime cemetary full of recently evected former occupants. She does not look nearly so concerned by it, even smirking a little, as the simulation begins. "Pixie." Her grip tightens on her massive sword hilt, "You go for survivors, get them up ontop of crypt near east gate..." Having surveyed the surrounding quickly.

War is sort of Illyana's thing.

"I will create a path for us to get them from crypt to exit..." She wades directly in, hoping forward on one foot, then stepping over the momentum, swinging the massive sword over her head to build up force, and smashing it through the a clump of zombies like a baseball bat into a sworm of hornets.

Who are dead.

And walking.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn glares at Illyana. "What? And give you all the glory!? Hah, as if! I'm gonna help fight too, so there!" yeah, she's being a brat, but she's also determined to prove herself too. Besides, she's not even sure where the survivors are, and the zombies are closing in on her quickly.

She draws out her dagger, which isn't nearly as impressive as Illyana's sword, and it's maybe two feet and a bit long at the most, and she too, darts here and there, slicing through zombies, although not nearly as impressive as Illyana.

"Oh, look at that. That girl's still alive!" She catches sight of a screaming girl, running from a zombie and she swoops down, scooping her up in her arms, peering around for more survivors, and for a safe place to stash the little girl. "Oh greeat. I guess i'm stuck on babysitting duty." but at least Illyana's pretty good at mass destruction.

But there are so many, and more of them are swarming in at her all the time. They're strong and fast, swarming at her from all sides. Can she really take them all on?

Magik has posed:
Illyana glares over at Pixie, bashing her shoulder through a zombie to send him tumbling back away from her following an upwards swing that cut several of the creates in half across the chest. The sword is extended up above her head and comes down after a spin following the shoulder tackle, ducking low in a small circle around her to take multiple legs off at the ankles, calfs, and knees. "Get the survivor, Pixie!!" She shouts, pointing out towards the woman running, but she's already on it. She was headed that way BEFORE Illyana shouted an order.

The distraction of doing so nearly costs the Demon Queen. A zombie lurches forward from behind and snaps its jaws closed on her shoulder... thankfully it's the left shoulder where her Pauldron is, but that's a pretty close call. Her elbow snaps up to bash the creature in the temple. "Focus, Illyana..." She will NOT let Pixie get to her now. "There are more survivors that way!" Pointing off towards a northernish direction. "I am coming to you." Teleporting with a SNAP of air outwards that knocks zombies to their butts, and Illyana appears atop a crypt near where Pixie is flying with the girl. "here. This is where we will bringing Survivors. You can handle this while I am keeping undead off? VERY simple.."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn has already spied the crypt, and she hastens her flight towards that area. Of course, the crypt is walled shut with a heavy piece of stone that probably took many people on the other side to shove it close. "Hey! I've got this covered. You go over there and play Terminator, and let me do my thing!" She clears her throat. "Sihal novarum chinoth!"

And both her and the girl are surrounded in pink swirling energies, quickly vanishing from sight. Pixie reappears a few moments later and continues to dart around the area, looking for survivors. Unfortunately the zombies keep on coming and it seems there is no end to them in sight. "Heeey, are you sure you can take 'em all on?"

She flits back, grabbing a young man, stumbling a bit to hang onto him and she ports him back before scanning the area for more survivors. Occasionally a zombie comes at her and can balks, swinging her dagger at them, slicing them clean through, although occasionally she stumbles, not quite as adept at fighting and slayage as Illyana is over there.

Somewhere over the horizon is the sound of rumbling thunder and the cackle of immense magical energy. Is that the source of all these zombies?

Magik has posed:
Illyana steps down off the crypt with a little hop at the edge to bring her behind the gathering starting to claw at the side-wall. The landing crashes her through a couple of the decicated creatures and they all turn towards this clear and present fleshy target. They might not be particularly fast, but they have superior numbers and swarm mentality on their side.

"I am fine!" She growls up at Pixie, hurling a ball of sickly green plasma fire at a group of the undead, gutteral words spilling out of her mouth like sewage runoff to summon the dark energy magics necessary to bring it to existance. At the same time slashing backwards like she's preparing skewers for a Fourth of July barbeque. Rotten meat. Nobodies going to eat these...

Her gaze flicks over towards the purple floating energy ball that is Megan and snarks out, "Stop messing around!" She might not have even BEEN messing around in the first place, who can really know. "I have got zombies, you grab and you go." Rotten limbs sail into the air like particles in a blender as she hacks and slashes her back up against the crypt to keep them from massing up enough to climb over one another towards the survivors Megan is leaving above her.

She hears the crack of thunder and can feel the massive amounts of energy being used, but she's in a situation. "Pixie! What is this..." Braving a point rather than an attack, again nearly losing a finger because of distracting herself rather than trusting Megan to be ontop of it herself.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn sticks out her tongue at Illyana as she makes another run back and forth to rescue stray stragglers. "Geez! I am NOT messing around! You do your thing, and I do mine!" she breathes a bit now, it's getting tiring running back and forth. And Illyana looks like she could use a hand down below, but she's also determined to show off.

"There's no end to them..Phew.." She lands on a tombstone, resting a bit. "I think I got all the survivors, so..." still, she stays close to the crypt, pulling out her soul dagger and starts hacking and slashing at nearby zombies. "Don't look at me, I thought you were the master tactician!"

She sighs, really wishing their third teammate had come and not called in sick. Ugh. So annoying working with this brat! "I don't know, okay? But I'm sensing big magic..Coming this way....Is it like...The Zombie lord or something? Maybe if we aim at that thing we can stop all this.." Except they have a crypt full of innocents to protect, and are surrounded by zombies. She glances at her more experienced teammate for what to do next.

Magik has posed:
Illyana is loathe to admit it, especially to Pixie, but she's exhausted. She's swinging a big sword and she's doing some pretty big moves, besides which, this hasn't been a short fight at. When Megan settles onto the tombstone, Magik is leaning a palm against another, using the Soulsword with the point down, as an extra support. Sweat is pouring down her face and white blonde hair is matted to her neck.

She does not, however, look ready or like she even wants to, stop fighting, but she's definitely glad for the break between waves of zombies to catch her breath. It's coming in clipped jerks of her shoulder, pale eyes up at Pixie with a jerk of her head towards the big magic moving slowly in their direction. "Da..." She says with a nod, sucking in another breath through her nostrils. "Probably a phylactery.. maybe.." Her palm slides cross her brow and flings sweat off to the side in the blackened grace, "You think you can distract with pretty wing dust?"

She takes one more deep breath and yanks the sword up out of the dirt, turning it with a jerk of her arm, and lays it on her pauldroned shoulder, "You do, I end it."

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn lets out a long tired breath, taking only a second to rest herself before rising slowly to her feet and swinging her dagger around some more. "Wha...Falacerwaht?" she scratches her head, unfamiliar with the term. Illyana probably has vastly more magical as well as combat skills and experience than Pixie, and she could probably learn a LOT from her..If she actually cared enough to ask her.

"Oh! Right. I can do that." she grins, fluttering her wings and climbing into the sky, hovering over them to get a better look. "There must be like, fifty at least..Okay..I'll give it my best shot!" She probably has enough dust to spread over a large room's worth, but wind certainly helps spread it further.

Without further ado, she flutters at blinding speeds, her glimmering wings a blur of color and movement as she unleashes a snowfall of pretty glittery pink faerie dust. She does her best to keep it as far away from Illy as possible at least. All at once, the zombies stop attacking Illyana, ignoring her in fact as if she weren't there. And they start fighting each other, cutting each other to pieces..

And the powerful magical force edges ever closer, ignoring the fighting zombies around it; A tall black cloaked figure carrying a long wooden staff with an amber glowing orb on one end. Glowing red eyes raise to meet Illyana's, pointing a long withered hand at her, and a murmur of magic before the ground starts to shake and tremor violently. Spikes of earth suddenly erupt from the ground, aimed primarily at Illyana.

Magik has posed:
The exhaustion, while still present, is no longer a factor for Illyana. Pixie is providing the perfect cover against the zombies between the Queen of Limbo and the source of the undead... who happens forward to challenge her with an out stretched boney finger pointed in her direction. The thought actually has her smirking a little... "Cute." She says in a distant tone, paying the rumbling grown beneath her feet a passing bit of inspection before she disappears from where she's standing in an outward rush of air.

Teleported to above the necromancer with the soulsword angled downward as she falls. The entire weight of her small frame leaning heavily upon it as she grows closer and closer to the ground, counting on the element of surprise. Even if her intention ISNT to hit the creature itself.

She's want to hit the ground.

Stabbing the blade nearly midway through the soft soil, summoning up dark magic beneath the tainted black words tumbling from her mouth like a gyser of filth. Her eyes blaze with an infinitely dark, lightless, glow. Black, black enough that light disappears around the corners of her face to be swallowed up like it's flying too close to an event horizon.

The shadows around the graveyard shift and creatures begin to come forth from them. Summoned to aid their Queen, the agents of Limbo rush forward like a pack of ravenous hounds. Dozens at first, then tens of dozens. A never ending stream of black skinned monsters clawing at the zombies, who are combating each other, and trying to grab at the ragged clad source of their unlife.

The sword is yanked from the ground in one hand and whipped around in a massive swing. She releases it in a hammer throw towards the amber glowing orb staff the creature holds.

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn rolls her eyes. "Heey! I'm not cute! I'm badass! That's what I am!" she grins as she continues to flitter fairydust upon zombie minions below, as a few straggle towards the crypt, and others go around the dust and come back towards Illyana.

And then the woman summons hundreds of demons, and Pixie shivers as she watches, once again reminded of why this strange and somewhat creepy girl is called the 'Queen of Hell.'

And then suddenly, everything is over. The necromancer, destroyed. The zombies, gone. Oh, and lots of demons still running around. Pixie shivers and stays in the air, waiting for them to go away.

"Umm...Woohoo! We saved the day! Well...I mostly saved the day.." she smakes a face, waving a hand at the demons, "Uh, but can you get rid of those hideous things? We cant exactly let the innocents out with those things milling around.."

Magik has posed:
Illyana is allowed to be exhausted now.

The danger is over, the zombies are gone, the survivors are saved, and the necromancer is vanquished. The Queen of Hell is leaning on her sword, pouring sweat from her long blonde hair, and dripping with darkness like a sea creature in an oil spill. Shivering beneath the great energy taken to summon so many of her minions, especially after such a drawn out combat with so many of the undead.

Her eyes, black as the pitch of night, turn towards Pixie.. temporarily staring through her, as anyone with black eyes does, until the color returns like smoke pulling back towards a fire... She nods and holds out her hand towards the meandering, listless, demons and they all begin to slip backwards into shadows, behind tombstones, or into crypts.. returned to Limbo..

And then Illyana falls forward and smashes into the ground, face first, with a loud THUD .

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn cheers as the demons vanish. Because they're sooo creepy and scary, and they remind her of what Illyana is truly capable of. And when she looks at Pixie with those cold, dark eyes, it sends a shiver down her spine. Riiigh, she'll just be over theeeeere....

Pixie vanishes a moment, teleporting down below, and returns a moment later, teleporting the innocents out with her. By which time all the demons have gone. She relaxes a bit. Until Illy collapses, and her eyes go wide.

"Illy! Uh..You alright?" she checks her vitals, but it seems that she's just really exhausted. "Umm..Err..C'mon, lets get you to sick bay.." She's a bit concerned now as she tries to help her to her feet.

Magik has posed:
Illyana is, well she's not dead, so that's something, but she's not conscious either. The warning alarms sound for a health emergency, since the danger room has to have those right, and the simulation ends abruptly. Magik is laying half on her back and half on her side with one leg up, the other out straight. Her blonde hair is splayed out across the floor like a blanket, some strands stuck to her face against the soaking sweat that's pouring off her. Threads of writhing black shadow still cling to the New Mutants black and white X costume and black shoulder pauldrin she's wearing. Like snakes, curling around her form and listing lazily in places where the shadow of her body is darkest.

Elixir has posed:
When the health emergency alarms go off, Josh drops his experiment in the medical lab and sprints for the danger room. He loses both flip flops on the way and skids to a stop at the now open door to the Danger Room. He glances at Illyana and sees the... Something... Writhing around her.

"What happened?" Josh asks Pixie. He approaches to about arms reach from Illyana and crouches down.

"Illyana? Majesty? Can you hear me?"

Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn is kneeling next to Illyana as Josh comes in, checking all her vitals and trying to support her head as best as she can. "Um...I didn't do it..I swear!" she jumps to her feet as Josh arrives on the scene. "I think..We got the wrong program or something? I was insane..Zombies everywhere. And I think she overdid it a bit.." she sighs, looking down at her. "Umm, can you heal her?"

Magik has posed:
Illyana is unconscious and probably on the other side of dehydration by the amount of sweat pouring off her... it's beginning to dry now, of course, but she's not yet regained her senses. Slumped against Pixie listlessly with her eyes closed, that same black residue is coiling out from the corners of those eyes.. smoke from a fire.. Her head drops to the danger room floor when Megan moves, but she thankfully is unaware of it. Just laying there breathing, twisted in a very uncomfortable angle.