Post by Illyana Rasputina on Apr 25, 2021 5:42:37 GMT -5
Participants: Illyana Rasputina
Open/Closed: Open
Location(s): Los Angeles docklands
Time of Day: Just after sunset
Weather: Warm, with a cool sea breeze.
Summary: Illyana has been seeking a man by the name of Karl Erskine, whose past has made him incredibly important mutant magician. However, Erskine is doing anything and everything he can to forget his former life, turning to copious amounts of drink. What she and her comrades need Erskine for can be decided later, and can be altered depending on who joins the threat. I've got concepts for both mutants or magical characters!
Open/Closed: Open
Location(s): Los Angeles docklands
Time of Day: Just after sunset
Weather: Warm, with a cool sea breeze.
Summary: Illyana has been seeking a man by the name of Karl Erskine, whose past has made him incredibly important mutant magician. However, Erskine is doing anything and everything he can to forget his former life, turning to copious amounts of drink. What she and her comrades need Erskine for can be decided later, and can be altered depending on who joins the threat. I've got concepts for both mutants or magical characters!
A pale blue light flickered into being, casting long shadows about the twilight docklands. It pulsed twice, before elongating, taking on a flat, circular shape, so thin it could have been easily overlooked. Reality shimmered at its center, and from it, two travellers appeared – one stood tall and undaunted, the other squat and hunched over. Their features wavered for a moment before finally coming into focus, the stepping disc vanishing almost as quickly as it had formed, having transported Illyana Rasputina and her charge hundreds of miles in but a few heartbeats.
The male she travelled with, already doubled over, dropped to his knees and vomited violently, spewing thick, viscous bile over the harbour. Illyana tilted her head and raised a blonde eyebrow, her nose wrinkling in disgust. ‘Ick…’ she tutted, making a point to hold her nose as she stepped over the fell smelling pool to grab the back of his coat firmly, dragging him behind her. ‘Hey!’ he shouted, as they quickly made their way toward the water’s edge, and while he resisted, flailing his arms and legs, it was half-hearted at best.
Upon reaching the water, Magik hauled her captive’s front-half over a jetty’s edge, dunking his face into the cold waves, causing him to splutter and thrash against her hold. She kept him under for no longer than a minute, before dragging him back up onto dry land. Then, she released him and folded her arms over her chest.
‘What the hell was that for?!’ he managed finally, gasping for air after his rather unceremonious soaking.
“You’re drunk and I need you not to be.”
Karl Erskine was often drunk. He spent his nights sat alone in bars, trying to drown horrific memories in alcohol, dulling his feelings and eating his emotions in the form of over-salted snacks. It was, in part, understandable: he had seen things no human should, and was forced to commit atrocities against his will. How he dealt with that pain, however unhealthy, was his decision. He could go back to his usual haunts soon enough.
But Illyana Rasputina needed him; wits sharp and memory clear.
‘I hate to break it to you, but sobering up takes hours. You can’t just…click your fingers and throw someone in the sea.’ His words were slurred a little, and he struggled to maintain his focus, almost as if his gaze was clouded over. At his protests, Illyana reached for the back of his collar again, and he shot back, scrabbling away from her. ‘Woah! Woah woah!’
Persisting, catching him easily with long, deliberate strides, she took hold of a handful of his stained shirt, hauled him to one side and, again, forced his face into the fresh saltwater. Desperate flailing resumed, and upon his release, he gasped even more loudly than before. ‘Wh…wh-' he tried to form words, but struggled as his chest heaved.
“I’m going to keep dunking you until you’re sober or drowned.” Illyana’s threat was accompanied by the sweetest of smiles, the picture of innocence in any other context, but terrifying in the situation Erskine found himself in. Panic flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head, spraying droplets of seawater over her black, leather attire.
‘Ok! Ok! Give me…half an hour…and a drink. A few drinks…mountain dew or Gatorade or something…’
Illyana nodded. “Wait here.” And with that, she turned away from him, extending her hand and summoning another stepping disc. Before entering it, she glanced back over her shoulder. “And don’t try to run. I’ll find you.” Her eyes flashed dangerously, and then she was gone – swallowed by the same pale blue light that had announced her arrival.
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