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Post by Magik on Feb 23, 2006 12:54:51 GMT -5
As Carol began to talk, Illyana folded her hands in front of her, listening. And it was actual listening this time. So many times when people talked about unimportant matters, she'd just let herself shift away from the present to another part of her mind. It was a technique she'd mastered in Limbo. One of many survival techniques she'd learned there.
“Yea surprising. Actually, it was because of other humans that I chose to side with Magneto. I saw their hate for things that weren’t like them. It has been that way through history. Cultures submitted to slavery because of their religion. People, persecuted because of the color of their skin. Horrific beatings due to someone’s sexual orientation. Lord Magnus, just wanted a place where people would be treated equally, is that so wrong? So I became the mole for him.”
It was honestly more insightful than Illyana would have given Carol credit for. Not that she thought they would have let a simpleton into the Red Guard, but, given everything she'd seen of Carol previously, she expected something a little less...altruistic.
"Still with all years I have put in there are mutants that do not trust me. But what can you do. How about you? How did you end up getting this job?”
"As you have noted, Carol, the past can be hard to overcome. Sometimes just the act of going against what you once were isn't enough to prove your intentions to people used to being feared and hated by humans," she said simply.
The question of how she'd gotten here was far less interesting. "I owe a debt and this was the only way I could see to repay it." Cryptic, yes, but that was as detailed a telling as Carol was going to get.
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Post by Captain Marvel on Feb 26, 2006 3:40:28 GMT -5
It was nice for Carol to see that Illyana was actually interested in her words. Especially since Carol did not think that Illyana liked her that much. Hence the trying to establish some form of common ground.
"As you have noted, Carol, the past can be hard to overcome. Sometimes just the act of going against what you once were isn't enough to prove your intentions to people used to being feared and hated by humans," the girl across from her responded plainly.
Nodding her head Carol responded, “I know. And actually since most humans don’t like me either is like I am part of two worlds yet don’t fully belong in either. But you probably don’t want to hear about my tear-jerking story.”
Responding to her earlier question agent Rasputin just said, "I owe a debt and this was the only way I could see to repay it."
“Good enough reason I guess. I mean I am sure you aren’t like opposed to our mission, which makes you a good guy.” Carol was trying to find something else to say, “So, any siblings?” She actually knew nothing of Illyana, but wasn’t going to ask questions like ‘favorite color’ or anything like that.
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Post by Magik on Feb 26, 2006 21:00:35 GMT -5
“I know. And actually since most humans don’t like me either is like I am part of two worlds yet don’t fully belong in either. But you probably don’t want to hear about my tear-jerking story.”
No, she didn't. Although she was at least momentarily interested in the revelation, but it quickly passed. Surely everyone felt that they were caught between two worlds at some point in their lives. The mere fact that she often felt disconnected and split in two was no reason to try and connect with Carol over it.
Rather than respond, though, Illyana simply nodded, a singular, brisk nod and then sat quietly again. Still. Except for her breathing there was no movement. It was another skill she had taught herself in Limbo.
“Good enough reason I guess. I mean I am sure you aren’t like opposed to our mission, which makes you a good guy.”
Well, at least Carol hadn't tried to pry further, which was what she'd been expecting given the earlier questions. "It was never a matter of belief but duty." She had never doubted her actions, her method of repayment and by relation she had never bothered to question the thing that she was upholding.
“So, any siblings?”
The past. The answer was yes. Yes, there were brothers. Older, stronger, wonderful brothers who should have saved her and yet hadn't or couldn't. For all she knew or cared, they were dead. "No. No family. You?" Serve, return. Like tennis.
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Post by Surly Canuck on Feb 27, 2006 18:34:26 GMT -5
Logan was nowhere near tired enough to bother sleeping yet. That nice little piece from over in requisitions had been entertaining enough, but not real tiring, so not long after he got her bundled out the door he pulled on a pair of wrinkled fatigues and a wife-beater and headed out.
It was pushing midnight when he stalked into the mess , gaze raking disparagingly over the small groups of SHIELD agents scattered around the room as he made a bee-line for the serving counter at the back. A satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as conversations faltered and eyes dropped nervously to plates in his wake. Even without the tell-tale shuffling of feet and scraping of chairs, the scent on the air would have been more than sufficient to indicate that a good few folks had decided they didn't really need to linger over their coffee any longer.
Good, ugly as some of the f**kers were he was sure they needed their beauty rest anyway, and he didn't need the drone of their pointless conversations or the stench of their fear and discomfort at his presence. Red caught his eye in the far corner of the room and he nodded curtly to Rasputin and Danvers before stepping up to the serving counter.
"Got some fresh coffee back there, Marilyn?" he asked, almost-smiling at the six-armed woman as she appeared to take his order. 'Course he knew she did. She always did. Besides, he could smell it over the bitter reek of the swill they kept stewing in an urn out front 24/7.
One hand passed him the steaming cup while another slid across an apple danish not too long from the oven, and he grunted his thanks - a helluva lot more pleasantly than he generally did on the rare occasions when he saw fit to thank someone. He'd learned a long time ago - and god only knew how long, because he sure as shit didn't - that you always made nice with the people who could piss in your food, and Marilyn waved him away with a smile.
By the time he turned around all but a few hardy souls - and Rasputin and Danvers - had made their escape rather than risk somehow pissing him off. Good to see they weren't taking just any dumbfuck who walked through the door into SHIELD, at least. He briefly considered heading for the officer's mess but instead turned his steps towards the two women in the corner, nose wrinkling slightly at the vague stench of that hell dimension that always seemed to linger around Rasputin, though not near as strong as it seemed to cling to Raven's spawn.
"What, Crash didn't feel like joining your little coffee-klatsch still drippin' with Tantor's guts, eh?" he asked, depositing his plate on the table and spinning a chair around so he could drop into it backwards. Never occurred to him to ask if he could join them, since he wouldn't have really given a damn if they'd said no.
"So," he continued, smirking around the rim of his coffee mug before taking a drink, "you ladies figure out which part of yer spleens Raven'll likely rip out fer not bothering to report in after that little party?"
[time guessed at after PMing 'Yana-player. Let me know if the scent of Limbo wouldn't linger on 'Yana or if there's anything else you guys need edited. Edited for typos/grammar.]
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Post by Captain Marvel on Feb 28, 2006 2:22:50 GMT -5
The question about Illyana having siblings, was quickly answered, "No. No family. You?" she said. So once again Carol was the one that needed to talk. It seemed that Illyana answers were always short. Straight to point. It could be more the way she is, hopefully.
“Yes I had two brothers, Steve and Joe. Steve passed away a while ago. Still growing up with two brothers is not easy. It doesn’t make you the daintiest girl either. You have stand your ground or else they will walk all over you. Still, it must have been good being an only child.” Carol said eating more of her cheesecake.
At that moment agent Howlett dropped his plate and sat down. What could Carol say about Logan...hairy, tough and a ‘I don’t care attitude’ all in a short package. But God forbid you told him that. "So," he said, smirking around the rim of his coffee mug before taking a drink, "you ladies figure out which part of yer spleens Raven'll likely rip out fer not bothering to report in after that little party?"
“Actually Logan, Raven is taking care of business with Lord Magnus. I think it wouldn’t be good enough reason to bother her. She will have my report on her desk tonight.” Carol said taking a sip of her own coffee, “Where were you tonight? Since you didn’t answer my call for Red Guard.”
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Post by Magik on Feb 28, 2006 8:40:55 GMT -5
“Yes I had two brothers, Steve and Joe. Steve passed away a while ago. Still growing up with two brothers is not easy. It doesn’t make you the daintiest girl either. You have stand your ground or else they will walk all over you. Still, it must have been good being an only child.”
Well, what a coincidence. The coincidences seemed to keep piling up, actually. Illyana was about as fond of coincidences as she was moving, green goo covered food, which meant she was going to have to leave before things with Carol got even more interesting.
Thankfully, Wolverine sat down, ending the conversation with Carol before she had to respond. Or walk away.
"What, Crash didn't feel like joining your little coffee-klatsch still drippin' with Tantor's guts, eh?"
Crude as ever. Crude and short and hairy. And, yet, for the most part, Illyana preferred his company to Carol's. She shrugged. "I suppose he found something more interesting to do." Like she almost wished she had.
And then as they started talking about the mission and debriefing, Illyana tuned them both out--nothing interesting going on anyway--and thought about her own brothers. Hadn't seen them in years. Limbo years and Earth years. More than likely dead. More than likely forgotten her if they were still alive anyway.
Focused just enough to catch Carol's last comment. "It's not like the great Wolverine to miss a battle, is it?" Unless there was some kind of alternative conquest involved.
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Post by Surly Canuck on Mar 2, 2006 3:13:06 GMT -5
Logan smirked at the scent of almost-relief coming off Rasputin as he joined the women. She wasn't any more the type to go for the sunshine that always seemed to be blowing out of Danvers' ass than he was.
"I suppose he found something more interesting to do."
"More interesting than reporting back, seems like. Funny how that's goin' round tonight," he countered. Speaking of which... "So," he said, smirking around the rim of his coffee mug before taking a drink, "you ladies figure out which part of yer spleens Raven'll likely rip out fer not bothering to report in after that little party?"
“Actually Logan, Raven is taking care of business with Lord Magnus. I think it wouldn’t be good enough reason to bother her. She will have my report on her desk tonight.”
"Well fuck, never woulda figured that one out without you pointin' it out, Sunshine," he commented around a mouthful of danish. Damned good danish, too, lucky for Danvers, cuz he probably woulda been entirely more pissed off about her trying to school him on Raven's whereabouts if he hadn't just gotten laid and the danish weren't so good. As it was, he just arched one bushy eyebrow at the woman and let a hint of teeth show as she continued.
“Where were you tonight? Since you didn’t answer my call for Red Guard.”
Oh no she fucking didn't. Except she obviously did, and even coming in straight off a nice piece of ass he wasn't gonna take that shit from her, or anyone else for that matter. They might not have traditional rank in this outfit, but being second in command still meant something and this lot of fucking prima donnas bloody well better remember it.
"It's not like the great Wolverine to miss a battle, is it?" Rasputin tossed in, after coming back from wherever she'd been drifting. He ignored her, though, as his eyes narrowed to slits and he fixed Danvers with a cold-eyed stare.
"Last I checked, Danvers," he snarled, "you don't call me out.
"An' maybe I should re-phrase that question," he continued, an almost sub-vocal growl rumbling low in his chest. "Which parta your spleens d'you think I should carve out? Cuz I was here all night, so reporting t'me woulda worked just fine."
Danvers was a good enough soldier, and she'd done her part over the years, but there were times - and this was one of them - when that dark voice in the back of his brain wondered just how invulnerable she really was. Wondered if adamantium might not slide right through that weirdass skin of hers and make bloody streamers out of her guts just like it would anyone else's.
Wondered, but went no farther. Sometimes ripping someone a new asshole needed to be figurative, no matter how tempting it was to make it literal.
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Post by Captain Marvel on Mar 5, 2006 3:58:30 GMT -5
The great and mighty Wolverine was not pleased with her comment. Sometimes men could so much touchier than women. No matter how much they would like to deny it.
"Last I checked, Danvers," he snarled, “you don't call me out.”
"An' maybe I should re-phrase that question," he continued, an almost sub-vocal growl rumbling low in his chest. "Which parta your spleens d'you think I should carve out? Cuz I was here all night, so reporting t'me woulda worked just fine."
Carol mocked saluted, “Sir, yes sir! God Logan chill out. You seriously are way strained. It was only a joke.” looking at him with a raised eyebrow she said, “I think you need a little Wolverine appreciation time.”
“Now if you want my informal report:” she said finishing her cheesecake, “Bad guys stopped...most dead, two in custody. We did very well. Considering the fact there was only three of us and they had devastated the last two squads. You should be so proud second in command.”
Hopefully he would calm down. Sometimes he just had too short of a fuse. That was his only main issue. Otherwise Logan was awesome to hang around with great drinking partner too...though you would never get Carol to tell you how she found that out.
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Post by Magik on Mar 5, 2006 10:00:15 GMT -5
Oh, fun. So it was going to be one of those nights. Illyana rolled her eyes at the both of them, halfway tempted to just teleport away and leave them at it. It was likely she could jaunt around the world and back, which would take her a few good hours given her current teleportation limitations, and they'd still be at it when she returned.
Logan seemed to be making a big deal out of the whole not reporting in thing. Probably for the sheer reason of getting under Carol's skin. He should know by now that Illyana didn't really care too much. In fact, the whole thing was boring her again. Since she was sure that porting out would only further increase his ire, though, she merely shook her head and stood up.
Carol was talking about the mission. The ones they had captured and the ones they had killed. Shifted slightly, a flicker of distaste moving across her face like a moth, but it quickly faded leaving her features as blank as ever. "Dead and captured. Nothing more to worry about. Calloo, callay." Tapped a finger on his coffee cup, silently asking if he wanted more while she was up.
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Post by Surly Canuck on Mar 7, 2006 16:30:09 GMT -5
“Sir, yes sir! God Logan chill out. You seriously are way strained. It was only a joke.” Logan simply glared at her, ingoring Rasputin's obvious boredom as Danvers added, “I think you need a little Wolverine appreciation time.”
"You volunteering?" he asked, lip curling in a sneer as he pulled out a cigar and rolled it absently between his fingers. Not that he was all that eager to see what she was like in the sack. Sure she was hot as hell, but almost everyone in this place was and he had a hard time picturing little merry sunshine unbending enough to make it worth the effort, even if the fact that he couldn't likely hurt her...much...had a certain appeal.
“Now if you want my informal report:” she said finishing her cheesecake, “Bad guys stopped...most dead, two in custody. We did very well. Considering the fact there was only three of us and they had devastated the last two squads. You should be so proud second in command.”
"Can't ya just see how I'm glowin' with it?" he asked, biting off the end of his cigar and spitting it out on the floor at his feet. Jesus fucking Christ on a crutch, what kind of dumbasses were they letting into SHIELD these days, that two squads of them couldn't handle a mess it'd taken three of the Red Guard to put down in minutes? Incompetent little f**kers.
"Dead and captured. Nothing more to worry about. Calloo, callay." Rasputin added in, distaste an unmistakeable overtone in her scent as she tapped a finger on his coffee cup, silently asking if he wanted more while she was up.
He pushed it her way with a nod and turned his attention back to the remains of his danish...and pushed it away with a low growl after one bite. He pulled his battered zippo out of the pocket of his fatigues and, resting burly forearms on the back of his chair, flipped it open and alight with a practiced motion before setting the flame to his cigar and drawing the bitter smoke into his lungs.
He'd have killed every man...and child...they'd killed without hesitation if he'd been along. But there was no getting around the fact that it was a damned distasteful thing they did, and people who could do it without any discernible regrets set his teeth on edge.
[edited to fix my coding and the fact that Logan would never forget his cigar...nope, never...really.]
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Post by Captain Marvel on Mar 10, 2006 2:39:05 GMT -5
Logan’s lip curled at Carol’s suggestion, as he began to fondle his cigar. An actual cigar of course, "You volunteering?" he asked.
Making eye contact Carol brought up her own cup of coffee and blew at it lightly. Never taking her eyes of him she said, “And what if I am?” before taking a sip from her brew.
Everyone thought that Carol was just so modest, just because she was nice to others. Something that seemed to be rather rare in the Red Guard. But she could get down with the best of them. Probably better, since she possessed super human stamina. Did they all forget about her costume, not much to hide with that on. But enough about that.
The nice gentleman in front of them responded to their report with a very nice, "Can't ya just see how I'm glowin' with it?" as he spit out the end of the cigar on the floor. So classy.
"Dead and captured. Nothing more to worry about. Calloo, callay." Magik said, before offering to refill Logan’s cup. Sure no one offer to do hers. It’s not like it really mattered.
Carol exchanged looks between the both of them and jokingly said, “I can totally tell Wolverine. I think this is the happiest I have seen you in... gosh ever.”
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Post by Magik on Mar 10, 2006 9:30:15 GMT -5
Illyana had trouble understanding--or caring--about every day interpersonal interaction. Perhaps she had spent too much time with demons. Years and years. The most impressionable ones of her life psychology texts would say, though she disregarded those as soon as she read them. What did they know about anything anyway? Never gotten a peak inside her mind, though she was sure a shrink would have a whole list of things that were "wrong" with her and "disorders" she suffered from.
Considering everything, Illyana thought it was a pretty good sign of her mental rectitude that she hadn't gone completely basket case years ago.
Ignoring Carol and Logan's thinly--as in transparent--sexual references, she practiced conquering a flame in the middle of her palm. A small, bluish tinged flame that wavered and flickered as she willed it. When some of the remaining SHIELD agents stared, she simply glared them down until they left.
Snuffing the flame, she picked up the cup Logan had nudged her way, wandering up to the counter and the six-armed woman standing behind it. Motioning for a refill for Logan, she leaned her weight against the counter, glancing at her companions still bickering at the table.
"You want anything, hon," Marilyn asked.
Fake smile. "Just some water, thanks." Illyana kept it simple: liquor, water, rations. Picking up Logan's mug as well as her glass, she returned to the table.
"There you go, boss," she said, placing the cup in front of him as she slid back into her seat. "So you two kiss and make up while I was gone?"
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Post by Surly Canuck on Mar 20, 2006 3:25:46 GMT -5
Making eye contact Carol brought up her own cup of coffee and blew at it lightly. Never taking her eyes of him she said, “And what if I am?” before taking a sip from her brew.
"Then you might wanna reconsider before I take you up on it, darlin'," he countered with a suggestive smirk. Not like he'd been obsessing about getting into her pants - or panties, things bein' what they were and her not really wearin' more'n that as a rule - but he sure as shit wasn't gonna turn down an engraved invitation. Just might turn out Danvers actually lost the little miss Middle America routine if you pushed the right buttons, after all.
Shame, though, that there were things on the table besides her ass and finding out if it was more'n just scantily spandex clad eye candy, as the conversation, such as it was, shifted to her 'unofficial' report on the Red Guard's latest foray into supressing mutant terror. SHIELD seriously needed to raise their fucking standards, getting two whole units taken out by that sorry-ass crew of misfits before the Guard showed up to clean up the mess.
Just as well the few that were left in the mess cleared out when Rasputin stared them down before grabbing his mug and heading for coffee. For him, anyway. Knowing her she wasn't gonna get anything nearly so...normal...for herself.
“I can totally tell Wolverine. I think this is the happiest I have seen you in... gosh ever.”
Jesus, woman'd probably still manage to sound like the heart and soul of wholesome middle America bent over a chair and getting drilled up the-
"There you go, boss," Rasputin said, returning with his coffee and a glass of water for herself. "So you two kiss and make up while I was gone?"
"Think that part's still gettin' negotiated," he answered before picking up the mug she'd brought back. He took a long drag on his cigar and then tapped the ash off atop his abandoned danish before looking back across the table at Danvers, blowing out a stream of blue-grey smoke before speaking. "So sunshine, you made up yer mind yet?"
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Post by Chamber on Mar 21, 2006 14:06:10 GMT -5
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