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Post by Martyr on Apr 8, 2023 10:45:22 GMT -7
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WOLFSBANE in Road Trip
 
The why of their current situation was the result of a thousand little cuts. The second quickest way to get to the destination, Loveland Park, Ohio, would be the Blackbird, which was being used for a more time-sensitive mission. The fastest way, simply dropping into Limbo first was considered bad optics. So, they took the trip, ten hours one way, in Rahne's silver 2013 Hyundai Sonata.
They of all pairs of people were going because the parents of the young mutant they were to try and bring back to the mansion were both religious and refugees from Putin's Russia, where the situation for mutants was even more dire than it was here. It was thought that either would have some insight into the mindset of the mutant and of their parents.
Afternoon had already come, so they stopped at a small town in Pennsylvania to eat at about the halfway point to their destination. It was a speck on the map of around 300, a place so inconsequential, that its name, Manns Choice, was a placeholder from the mid-19th century nobody bothered changing.
Rahne had used the logic that restaurants were probably on main street and had indeed found one. The name, D Hitchin Post Bar & Restaurant didn't fill her with too much confidence.
"This cannae be too bad."
With her accent slipping more and more through, it was a sure sight of annoyance. Their logo, an emaciated knobby-kneed gray mare on the brink of death tied to a post didn't exactly increase her confidence.
She was dressed plainly. She wore a charcoal black long-sleeve blouse, jeans, and short brown boots. A small wooden cross hung around her neck. Template adapted from Silv and Jaymi. |
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Post by Judi Strange on Apr 9, 2023 2:29:49 GMT -7
Upon first hearing the request it seemed on the surface of it all a cruel joke. The two who made the most unlikely of pairs setting forth on a recruitment drive bordered absurdity. As she was asked, the first response of the resurrected former horseman of Death Illyana Rasputina only met the request with a silent, if narrowing gaze upon such a request.
To the pale blond X-man It reeked of Professor Xaivier and one of his social reclamation projects, which of them it was aimed at was- well dubious to be sure. “Ohio...” She repeated in a flat dead monotone that hinted her thoughts of such a place existing, let alone anyone willingly going there. ”Ohio- by Car, is this not the “Bible Belt” as they call it- and you wish me to go... To such a place as this ...Loveland Park?” each bit of info repeated for maximum emphasis on just how absurd this was. She would have laughed in the face with a very pointed non magical gesture at this silly notion, save for two elements.
Element One: A family who was strong, assured enough to flee their home to escape the tyranny of someone she often loosely planned to disc into outer space someday- someday soon if this totalitarian nonsense did not cease, Professor X’s rules of the road be damned. American Mutants had it tough, there was no two ways around that but there at home it was infinitely worse.
Element Two: She had drifted for a time since taking breath with the living once more, Flora and Pixie were her team of course and were being molded well as projects; but part of her missed the old days, it anchored her- proved she was indeed the same Illyana Rasputina who had died and returned. She wanted desperately those moments to feel them again, to prove she was not like the walking abomination that was Doug Ramsey. Rahne was indeed part of that, part of the team and her family if she were direct about it. No matter really that she could practically feel the girl's unease given her religiosity, truthfully- and one should always be so with oneself she reasoned; it was part of the fun.
There was a hole inside her, a growing disconnect with mutants, let alone humans in general that she felt she should seek to repair; it grew steadily with the absence of Kitty and the rift with Piotr. The New Mutants were all she had left to remind her she had a purpose with their kind, to keep one foot in the light lest the darkness swallow her up entirely.
Besides bonus element, no one should ever put any girl in a car with Da Costa for any length of time, let alone hours.
“I thought you had a Black Mustang,” was her reaction to the Sonat, she stepped up, ran her hand along it and mentally critiqued this more Lada looking of not Lada cars offering a neutral gaze, with a very thin frown line where her lips rested. “Would you wish to have a Black Mustang?” She asked while opening the door; car theft after all would be preferable to a day and change in the Sonata and was on the scale of her transgressions a very minor sin and the car would award cool points.
For most of the opening junket of their trip she kept her black nearly opaque classes up and stared out at countryside that more and more resembled any collective back home. “Mann’s choice?” She could not help but laugh, a slight snort to it as it was absurd and very fitting the twilight zone town they entered. “We should be on our guard, I am very sure they have a witch burning post or pole somewhere round here.” she intoned as they pulled into their destination, then slipped down the shades to look at the eatery and its...charming yet hideous mascot.
The iPhone slipped up, and a picture was snapped wordlessly just before exiting Rhanes Not Lada- Lada car; this was the America she had come to call “Rockwell Hell” after the painter Normal Rockwell with only an added bit of rot and Deliverance the Movie.
Climbing out, she was restrained in look, -at least for Illayna’s personal taste anyhow- favoring Doc Martens, leggings of a muted black color topped off with a band tee shirt (At the last minute she rejected the “Christian Death” band shirt- she did want this to work with Rhane after all and was trying to make concessions this time) that was snug fit and bore the logo of the classic Album “Joy Division- Unknown pleasures” accentuated by a bolero patent leather jacket and spiked headband.
“Ever see My Cousin Vinny, that old- really old movie? This feels very My Cousin Vinny.” She smirked, replying to Rahne’s summation of the joint. She pushed the glasses back up on her nose and beamed a predatory smile with her crimson lips and marched forward into the belly of Americana.
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Post by Martyr on May 21, 2023 16:53:16 GMT -7
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WOLFSBANE in Road Trip
Magik questioned why Wolfsbane switched from a black mustang to a mere Sonata.
"It was not inconspicuous. I also used to have a motorcycle but y'dinnae ask after it."
The sorceress asked if Rahne would like a new mustang. "I would not, even if it didn't come with any strings or whiff of black magic."
When they did reach the halfway point, there was again a conversation after a large lull of silence beyond the sounds of the open road.
Mann's Choice. The name alone made Illyana uneasy. "A little further down the road, there's a Berlin, but that seems somewhat worse."
They reached their destination of the moment. The floor was checkerboard patterned tiles in red and white. The interior fit the western theme of the menu, covered from top to bottom with wood. It had an old style bar in the corner with a big mirror. In the corner there were a few pool tables not currently in use. Right above them was a false street sign for "3 Earnhardt Rd.".
Restaurant. Bar. It was probably the closest thing here either way.
The waitress was about 160 cm tall and probably half as wide. She had long black hair that fell to her shoulders. All the rest of her outfit was also black including her shirt with the restaurant/bar logo on it. Her arms were covered in tattoos from wrist to presumably her shoulders.
"What's your poison?"
She looked over the menu once, twice. Fishtail sandwich. That can't be literal. She went with a hot beef sandwich and tea. Template adapted from Silv and Jaymi. |
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Post by Judi Strange on May 30, 2023 6:21:34 GMT -7
The "Berlin" Comment pulled a wry smirk from Illyana; it was however the "Whiff of black magic" comments that had given her much to chew on until they reached their stop. Entering the charitably called "establishment" did little to pull the sense of backwater hells cape from her imagination. Perhaps, if they were lucky the child in question would be so elated to escape this life that they would run right to the car- "Sonata-Hulk" or not.
Seated, she still chewed on the concept of black magic kissed mustangs; it was all very new vibe Ghost Rider. The Waitress broke the reverie as the Russian blond instinctively looked over the Tatts, it told a lot about people- more really than their words often did in her experience.
"Kielbasa and sauerkraut- with a massive Diet Coke?" she picked, it was close to the one thing she quietly missed form her youth pre Limbo.. The Russian poor Delicacy of Докторская колбаса "Doctor's Sausage" as it was called. It was one of her earliest fond food memories, one she did not share readily.
She wanted for her to depart, saying little around the "Townie" local, invariably you never trusted the locals after all. If there was a weird American thing it was being overly smiling, overly friendly with people you had little knowledge of. Once sure she was out of hearing range she looked over at Rahne, folded her hands and finally gave her the answer to the "Cars and black magic comment.
"Some would say the magic simply is a tool; like a hammer or a sword, it matters what it is used for, not the shop that made it- though I am sure you would disagree, but even so I find this..interesting. We two, together- Such things we could discuss- Boys, the world, faith and the afterlife." The latter added with a little mischievous relish. She had died and come back after all, practically deity material by some faiths... after all. her eyes darted up to look at Raine's own, probing without magic or cheats to see how they reflected what was inside the gingers mind.
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