Post by Judi Strange on Jul 8, 2021 6:22:56 GMT -7
"Sealing spell and rudimentary magic skills. don't let me down!"
“Pixie War journal: Entry 0001.2b. it is post midnight by a few hours and the school is dead asleep. Day two post Limbo and I can’t sleep, my mind won't let go of what happened and what she did to us.
I feel like there’s something wrong with me. It was foolish but when I was learning magic with my teacher Dean. I wanted to show off- I wanted show him and maybe show a certain someone else how good I was.."I am.” She paused, the brilliantly bombastic member of Generation X centered her thoughts. She drew in a deep breath, that was part of what was wrong by her recollection- What was so very un-her, like there was a poison in her.
Whatever the person she wanted to very badly to impress had done, it left a sort of creeping negativity, maybe a side order of anger that was totally not her-yet was always there behind her cheery smile and bright eyes. maybe it was just a moment, maybe like a flu it would pass and all would be as right as rain.
Megan counted to ten, deep breaths with heated exhales.(Quietly at this hour of course) Then resuming she worked to put her thoughts to paper; fairly she hoped.
There was no option, she had to get this under control before anyone noticed. They might sideline her if they found out what had happened by her own hand! She couldn’t be demoted, not after working to had for her spot. “War journal, Dean and I after having such a very good day of spells went to Limbo. yes, that Limbo. (Mad Skills-Megan) It was mostly an accident, I sort of just went with whatever happened with the spell. “I just had to know the truth,” She whispered truthfully It was mostly true, it was easier to say she lost a part of herself for altruistic reasons than a silly fascination with something and someone now, exposed fully she had no clue about.
“War Journal—It was said around school that the odd girl, Illyana Rasputin was dead, dead and buried. If this was true then why did underclassmen say late, like it is now she was seen here, practically haunting the place lately.” She paused, closed her eyes took along drink of over sugary Fanta before she resumed.
“It was magic with Magik how could anyone resist such a mystery, it was all very Scooby Doo War Journal; so, of course I did what a Scooby would do. I camped out and did see her one night, it was surreal, even though she was so pale and clean she scented like blood?*
The memory was fresh and probably would be frozen in her mind for years to come considering how all of this had ended. She hand appeared in a glowing brilliance of a step disc, she looked like a frozen angel. Pale, weary looking and very direct of bearing as she moved swiftly into her room form the main hall. Pixie had been curious why not simply disc into ones room if you wanted to avoid notice, did she not know her own room?
“She had slipped into the room, the door left a little ajar so I had to peek.” Megan wrote, though at just that moment she had wondered if it was all a trick, did Illyana know she was there and this was bait? "Rubbish; I'm just being paranoid after what she did. She was so zoned- she couldn't have known, if she had it would be staggeringly cruel"
Slipping closer she saw the pallid X-man lifting and dropping things, knick knacks, odds and ends, until she found what she sought. Photos that she lingered on like they were food for a staving person. From here Megan could make out some, X-men like her Brother, Ms. Pryde all the older sorts of X-men.
“War Journal, at that time I felt kinship. We were both creatures whose lives were touched by magic, she looked like she could use a friend, and I could use hers, we were the same--lost children of mystic existence—or whatever.”
She paused the writing, again the breathing exercise- it was a tangled mess of feelings inside, the ones she normal had and the new rushing to fill the holes Illyana had left there. Back to paper therapy, don't let it twist in your head Megan. “I can’t help but feel she set me up; even if it’s not true what she did in Limbo she did it all so very quickly like it was a plan. I hope she has not scared off Dean who was ever so kind and even let me keep Shocky, the best ever friend and very sweet.” Her gaze travelled to the sleeping form of adorable loyal chaos and sunshine the one, the only Shocky.
“War Journal— Illyana said it was for purpose, for the team- that my soul was so warm and so very bright. I don’t understand it but she took part of me, part of my soul. She said that in time I would see it as a good thing. That it would make me stronger but instead I just feel like there is a hole in me, like the bright world is just a little duller.” She slid a hand down onto her stomach and grimaced before resuming typing with a flurry. “To be honest I’m not sure she is really Illyana. If she did die and come back maybe something got left behind, or never really existed to begin with. I wanted sempaii to notice me and she did… NOW WHAT?!”
…End Entry- Code lock: passcode: FuSempaii!1! With that last entry she turned off the display, and moved to the bed to curl up in a ball with Shocky.
Pixie's Theme song: Icon for Hire: Get Well
Heroes: Magik | She-Hulk | Pixie
Villains: Spiral | Typhoid Mary | Loki | White Rabbit
Heroes: Magik | She-Hulk | Pixie
Villains: Spiral | Typhoid Mary | Loki | White Rabbit