Magik
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Post by Magik on Feb 6, 2006 21:18:54 GMT -5
Sam, the same Sam who had just rocketed a girl high up into the air and then let her fall to her death, looked at Illyana as though she had just suggested murder on a global scale when she asked what they were going to do with the prisoners. Rather than answer him when he said her name, she glanced at him and shrugged. Didn't much matter what he thought of her in the end. It wouldn't change the way she acted or the things she did. It wouldn't change one little thing at all.
Illyana didn't even bother to focus in on what Carol was saying until she asked for a word with her. Nodded blandly and followed her off to the side, as though this were all some play and they were characters having a tete a tete while Sam stood awkwardly just off center stage, acting as though he couldn't hear what was being discussed. Until he blazed off again like a rocket.
“Remember, Illyana, those people had not problem killing many of other squads. People you knew. Don’t focus on the dark part of our job.”
"You act as though you think I care. It was a question. Live or die, it's all the same to me," she said, crossing her arms over her chest, still refusing to push away the hair blocking her vision. "It's not my fault that you and Guthrie are lacking when it comes to a sense of humor. I should've stuck with Jean Paul."
Waving her hand back at the bound men, she cocked her head to the side. "You might want to restrain them with something a little more conventional. I'm the only one who can remove those mystical chains, and I'm not sure our people would enjoy the energy backlash they'd receive from tampering with them."
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Post by Captain Marvel on Feb 7, 2006 5:32:55 GMT -5
Illyana did not seem happy to have been asked to come talk with Carol. But she sensed something was wrong with the girl and she did feel things should be left to fester.
Still Agent Rasputin was being as resilient as adamantium, "You act as though you think I care. It was a question. Live or die, it's all the same to me," she said, crossing her arms over her chest, still refusing to push away the hair blocking her vision. "It's not my fault that you and Guthrie are lacking when it comes to a sense of humor. I should've stuck with Jean Paul."
“Well, my apologies. I never wanted to be the stick of the mud of the group...but yet here I am.” Carol told her. She decided that the if Illyana wanted to she would talk to someone, even if it wasn’t her.
Cocking her hand as she gestured to the prisoners she told Carol, "You might want to restrain them with something a little more conventional. I'm the only one who can remove those mystical chains, and I'm not sure our people would enjoy the energy backlash they'd receive from tampering with them."
“True enough give me a second,” Captain Marvel said as she flew up into the air. Looking around she found just what she was looking for, metal pipes. Grasping the two thickest ones she ripped them from the wall. Then she flew down again, landing next to the terrorist. Taking the pipes she bended them around them. One around the arm the other around the feet. Then she used the energy from her hands to melt it together, “Hope that is not too tight for you.”
Then she shrugged; “there will be Agents here to put on their inhibitor collars. You going to give me a ride home, or are you going to make me fly?”
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Magik
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Post by Magik on Feb 7, 2006 18:01:16 GMT -5
“Well, my apologies. I never wanted to be the stick of the mud of the group...but yet here I am.”
Oh, good. Carol wasn't going to go there. If she had, Illyana probably would have had to roll her eyes and teleport herself straight to Limbo for a few rounds of demon bashing.
"Don't feel bad. No one's perfect," she said simply, finally taking the time to try and subdue her hair. If she hadn't known better, she might have thought that her hair had some kind of hostile takeover of the planet planned. Thankfully, it was a touch apathetic for such grand schemes.
At the mention of the mystical chains, Carol managed to round up some metal pipes to use to bind the prisoners. As soon as she had melted them together, Illyana snapped her fingers and muttered a few words in an only slightly demonized form of Latin. The chains slowly disengaged themselves and then vanished in a flash of yellow light similar to the energy aura of her stepping discs.
“There will be Agents here to put on their inhibitor collars. You going to give me a ride home, or are you going to make me fly?”
Illyana shrugged as she turned her telepathic scrambler off. There was no need for it now that the telepath in question was nothing more than a textured blood spot on the cement. "The demon express is yours to command. Just say the word."
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Post by Captain Marvel on Feb 8, 2006 3:41:59 GMT -5
Carol smiled a bit as Illyana responded to her stick in the mud comment, "Don't feel bad. No one's perfect," she said as she tried to fix her hair. "The demon express is yours to command. Just say the word."
“Cool,” Carol nodded, “I know that his might be a bit of stretch but after a fight I always get hungry, you want to maybe get something from the mess hall.”
She knew that there was a huge chance that Illyana would not want to do that. In fact it was more along of the lines of: 95 percent = HELL NO! 5 percent = indifference. Still, it would seem she was a sucker for punishment. You really could not blame the girl, she was just a friendly person and some people disliked that. She just preferred the whole talking instead of the sitting alone in her quarters brooding or watching the tube. If Illyana said no then no hard feelings. But it would not mean that Carol would not try again. She was just insufferable that way. No care about the fact she had been turned down flat before.
So she waited silently for the answer.
((Either way feel free to move Captain Marvel))
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Magik
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Post by Magik on Feb 8, 2006 11:39:42 GMT -5
“Cool,” Carol nodded, “I know that his might be a bit of stretch but after a fight I always get hungry, you want to maybe get something from the mess hall.”
She had to physically restrain herself from cocking her eyebrows up and laughing. Carol could be so infernally nice sometimes. Probably wanted to indulge in a little girl talk or something as vapid and uninteresting as that. On the other hand, though, it could be entertaining.
Well, perhaps not entertaining, but it was far better than wandering around Limbo or blankly staring at her walls waiting for something to happen.
Shrugging, Illyana summoned a stepping disc at their feet. "I suppose it won't kill me. Well, depending on what they're serving."
((Exit Magik and Ms. Marvel to Limbo.))
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