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just_a_phase) wrote2015-07-10 09:41 pm
just_a_phase) wrote2015-07-10 09:41 pm
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[Illyana Test Thread]
The Red Room tries many things with many mutants.
Some of them--especially if there are complications, like DNA tainted by the Legacy Virus--fail.
Or, at least, the Red Room believes them to fail. Believes one particular attempt to bring back a mutant failed.
Magic--and Magik--can do amazing things, though, and is as much tied to a soul--to two souls, at that, soul mates without the romance, except as a might-have-been--as a body.
And in some cases, that can make a body.
And that body, once the soul is back in it, knows there's only one place to go. The soul needs its soul mate, and disoriented as Magik is, that's all she knows.
Kitty is busy in the workshop Piotr set up for her on their farm--and she'll never get over the fact that they have a farm, this farm--when she suddenly gasps and leans over, one hand flying to her chest. Flying to directly over her heart.
She's felt this before. Every time, though, it was tied to someone who she knows is dead. Knows is dead and mourns that fact.
--Except her last name is Rasputin, and her brother is a living example of the fact that death for mutants isn't always permanent.
"Can't be," she murmurs, but slowly turns around, watching the room.
Waiting, even if she doesn't realize it yet.
Some of them--especially if there are complications, like DNA tainted by the Legacy Virus--fail.
Or, at least, the Red Room believes them to fail. Believes one particular attempt to bring back a mutant failed.
Magic--and Magik--can do amazing things, though, and is as much tied to a soul--to two souls, at that, soul mates without the romance, except as a might-have-been--as a body.
And in some cases, that can make a body.
And that body, once the soul is back in it, knows there's only one place to go. The soul needs its soul mate, and disoriented as Magik is, that's all she knows.
Kitty is busy in the workshop Piotr set up for her on their farm--and she'll never get over the fact that they have a farm, this farm--when she suddenly gasps and leans over, one hand flying to her chest. Flying to directly over her heart.
She's felt this before. Every time, though, it was tied to someone who she knows is dead. Knows is dead and mourns that fact.
--Except her last name is Rasputin, and her brother is a living example of the fact that death for mutants isn't always permanent.
"Can't be," she murmurs, but slowly turns around, watching the room.
Waiting, even if she doesn't realize it yet.
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It's a lot. All of this is a lot.
But it's all, also, wonderfully, completely, entirely okay.
So she just wraps both arms around the smaller girl and whispers again, "It's okay."