Illyana & Inu-yasha, Monday afternoon
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ax_mainInu-yasha follows his nose straight to Illyana, and the demon boy and the sorceress have a chat.
The tests were over.
Illyana let out a sigh of relief as she sank down onto the ground to look out over the lake. The tests were over, no doubt revealing just how little she remembered of her time in school, years before - but at least they were done. One less thing to worry about.
Now, if she could just convince herself to go meet her roommate.
A trace of a wry smile formed. She'd survived all of it - Limbo, S'ym, Belasco himself - and she was feeling daunted by the idea of meeting another 14 year old girl. One who was named Kitty, which should probably make her think of Cat but which just resurrected long forgotten memories of a little white cartoon kitten with a bow on its head. Still, she figured she had cause. After all, it wasn't like she had any experience being a roommate.
If she was going to be honest, she didn't really have much experience at anything that was going to do her any good, now. But it wasn't as if she had other options, either.
Sighing again, Illyana traced an esoteric symbol on the ground with her finger and wondered just how she was going to pull this all off. Unfortunately, she couldn't see any other choices.
What she didn't know was that a silver-haired figure was crouched in the branches of a nearby tree, keeping a careful eye on her. Inu-yasha had followed some seriously <i>weird</i> scents, and they'd led him right to her. Strange old books, spices he didn’t know, and things that didn't fit with any places Inu-yasha had ever been - hell, he didn't even have words for some of these scents.
...but she also smelled like a <i>girl</i> - fruity soaps and hair stuff or whatever. Normal, human girl.
He growled to himself. There wasn't anything more he could learn like this... He tied his black bandana over his ears, then launched himself into the air, landing with surprising lightness about ten feet away from her.
"Oy. You." He narrowed his eyes at the girl. She <i>looked</i> normal too, but he knew what his nose was telling him. Sort of. "What are you?"
Illyana froze, her eyes widening as the white haired figure (not Tommy, damn it, another one) dropped in front of her, and held back her initial reaction to throw up some kind of protective barrier. It wouldn't work here, anyway, and she was going to have to lose that impulse before someone asked what she was doing.
By the time she realized that the new guy was likely just another student, there'd been a delay, and her forehead wrinkled as what he'd said sank in. "<i>What</i> am I? What the hell kind of question is that?" she blurted out. Who she was? That she expected. But <i>what</i>? A shiver went up her spine as she thought of a few answers that would be accurate, but honestly, how would he know to ask? No, it had to just be weird wording. Or just weirdness in general.
"You smell wrong," Inu-yasha replied, golden eyes still narrowed suspiciously.
"And you look weird," Illyana countered automatically, relieved that the kid was apparently just an ass. Honestly, she smelled wrong? How did that even make sense?
That kind of insult barely even registered with Inu-yasha. "I know what I am," he countered, raising a hand to brandish his claws. "But you're different, not like the others here."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Though she did, of course, and she felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she forced herself not to focus in on his claws. Granted, she'd known from Professor Xavier that some of the students had physical mutations, but that didn't keep her from remembering Cat, transformed almost beyond recognition. Mutant or magic, it was still unnerving. "I'm a mutant. Just like everyone else."
"Maybe. But you're something else too." And he didn't believe she didn't know it. He dropped to a predatory crouch, which put them at the same level, even if they were still ten feet apart. "I know what I smell."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." The words were said with conviction, but Illyana's eyes shifted away from him as she said it.
"Liar." Inu-yasha wasn't good with people, but he could tell she was hiding something. And calling out liars didn't take 'people skills' or whatever. "What're you hiding?"
"What do you care?" Illyana got to her feet and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I <i>care</i> because I don't know what you are." He glanced pointedly toward the school, then back to her. "Do they know?"
"Not...exactly." Illyana sighed and made a dismissive gesture. "It doesn't matter. It's nothing that will affect anything here." Or at least, it wouldn't unless Belasco showed up. Or she inadvertently summoned a demon. But she wasn't planning on doing the latter, and the former...well, it should be a while before he could find her again. She hoped.
Inu-yasha stifled an irritated growl. "Then what is it?" The way she said it practically guaranteed that it was dangerous, whatever it was. Inu-yasha had made similar lies about his own abilities when hiding them from normal humans.
"Nothing you need to know about! Can you just drop it? It's none of your business." Honestly, what was with this kid? She'd already said it wouldn't affect him - he needed to drop it, now. Illyana glared at him, though there was a pleading aspect to her expression as well. She was trying to put that behind her.
"There's not much my nose doesn't recognize," Inu-yasha replied, still suspicious as he stood. He could be just as stubborn as her, no problem. "I'm not leaving until I know what it is. What you are."
Illyana sighed, then fixed the kid with a very definite <i>look</i>. "How do I know you won't go blab it to everyone at the school?"
Inu-yasha snorted. Clearly she hadn't been here long, or she'd know he didn't have anyone to tell. He relaxed his posture, crossing his arms over his chest, ready to listen. "I'm not the gossiping type."
"Just the drop out of nowhere and ask people stupid questions type," Illyana retorted, then dropped her arms to her sides, defeated. Either she had to tell him and hope for the truth, or he'd probably go to the faculty and tell them she "smelled funny", which would generate way more questions than she was willing to answer. "It's magic, okay? Or the dimension I teleport through, one or the other."
A beat passed between them as Inu-yasha processed what she said. Magic? Teleporting?
...well, it wasn't any weirder than anything else he'd encountered here - and it made sense as far as his nose was concerned. He raised an eyebrow critically. "What <i>kind</i> of magic?"
"The kind where I turn you into a frog or feed you to demons if you don't stop asking me stupid questions." Illyana ran her hand back through her hair petulantly. "Anything else?"
Right. <i>Witch.</i> Inu-yasha had heard of such things growing up. He'd thought himself a demon until the word <i>mutant</i> came. Honestly, he still considered himself a demon; 'mutation' only gave the reason why...
"What's a witch want here?" he asked petulantly. He didn't really think she'd turn him into a frog. ...probably. ...okay, he was ready to move if she did anything suddenly, but she didn’t look like she was going to try anything.
"Somewhere to stay? Free food?" She'd thought that, at least, would've been obvious. "Besides, also a mutant, remember? I've got teleporting powers." She eyed him curiously. "Who are you, anyway? And what do you do, other than go around sniffing people?"
Inu-yasha smirked at her. "Heh. Thought a witch'd know a demon when she saw one."
"Oh please." Illyana rolled her eyes. "I know demons. You're not one."
Inu-yasha growled, lip pulling back to reveal a fang. "Close enough."
"Whatever." Illyana waved his insistence aside. "What's your name, Oh Allegedly Demonic One?"
Inu-yasha glared, but responded anyway. "Inu-yasha."
"Illyana," she replied. "So, are you going to go tell everyone? Or are we <i>both</i> keeping demonic origins quiet?" Because yeaaah. She kinda doubted that he wanted that floating around any more than she did.
"Tell who you want," Inu-yasha replied, feigning an arrogant disinterest. "I don't care who knows what I am. Still, I guess I can keep your secret."
"Wow, thanks." Illyana rolled her eyes (she was doing that a lot, she realized, but she was blaming demon-kid for that), then eyed him curiously. "Is there anyone else around who's going to be sniffing for magic?"
"Hm?" Inu-yasha looked at her, surprised. It made sense though, she'd want to know who else could smell her. He furrowed his brow, wracking his brain. "The green kid turns into animals. Dunno how good his nose is."
"Green kid, right. Anyone else?" It was on the tip of her tongue to ask what the deal with the headband was, but she decided against. Pissing off Inu-Yasha and having him tell people shit before she'd even met her roommate wasn't on her To Do list.
Inu-yasha shrugged. "Not that I can tell."
"Good." Relaxing, Illyana sat back down and gestured for Inu-Yasha to join her if he wanted to. "So, why was it <i>so</i> important you knew what you were smelling?" Actually, she figured she knew the answer to that question - an unidentified threat was more of a threat than one you knew. But she wanted to hear how he answered, anyway.
Inu-yasha eyed her suspiciously for a moment, then stepped closer, dropping gracelessly to sit with a wary distance still between them. It had nothing to do with her abilities, he just genuinely didn't know what the 'right' distance was in this situation.
"Told you, not much my nose doesn't recognize," he said, tapping his nose with one clawed finger.
"So you wanted to know what it was. I get that." Illyana leaned back on her hands and looked out at the water. After a few moments, she asked, "What kind of demon?" After all, if the guy said he was, he should know.
"Dog demon," Inu-yasha replied, eyeing her suspiciously as she seemed to relax. He crossed his arms over his chest as he settled into his bolt-upright way of sitting.
Illyana looked over at him skeptically. "You don't look like a dog. Are you sure that's a real thing?"
"Yes I'm sure!" he griped back at her, glaring, then got control of himself again. "Got the nose, don't I?" And his nose knew exactly what he was.
"Well, your nose doesn't look like a dog's, either," Illyana pointed out practically. "You'd think a dog demon would have dog...something." It seemed reasonable, after all, though the only basis for comparison she really had was Cat, post-transformation.
"I'm a dog <i>demon</i>, not a <i>dog</i>," Inu-yasha replied petulantly, but he was blushing and couldn't meet her eyes. No way she knew about his ears, right? He tugged at his bandana to be sure, but it was firmly in place.
Illyana eyed Inu-Yasha with interest, wondering just what his bandana was hiding, then shrugged it off. If he wanted to tell her, he would. Given the way he was blushing, it was pretty obvious he didn't. "You'd think whoever came up with the name for dog demon would have had a <i>reason</i>," she pointed out. "Other than going around sniffing people, I mean."
"Keh! If you had a half-decent nose, you'd know," he grumbled, still blushing and looking dedicatedly out across the lake, even though there was nothing to see.
"Hey, my nose is just fine." Illyana smirked and glanced over at him. "And I don't have to wear a bandana to cover my ears." So okay, it was a guess - but given how he'd been acting? She figured it was a pretty good one.
Inu-yasha had been ready to tear apart her claims of having a good nose when she mentioned his ears and he froze, completely rigid. "Wh- wh- what?!"
"You keep playing with your bandanna to make sure they're covered," Illyana observed. "You might want to work on that if you don't want anyone to notice."
"<i>Chikuso...</i>" In a fit of anger, Inu-yasha snatched the dumb thing off his head, his white, triangular ears perking up readily. "Fine. Happy?"
Illyana eyed his ears curiously, then shrugged. "Really don't care. But I can see where the dog demon fits now."
He crossed his arms over his chest again, looking away, unaware that he was totally sulking. "Like I care what some witch thinks."
"Why would you?" After all, he didn't really know her - and if he did, he'd probably care even less. Illyana shrugged, not really worried about it. "It's sorceress, though. For the record. When you say witch, I keep picturing Halloween decorations."
Inu-yasha's English was good, almost never an accent to give him away... but his tongue was going to trip all over that word. Instead he raised an unimpressed eyebrow at her. "That a fancy way to say witch?" he asked flatly.
Illyana sighed. "Pretty much, yeah. Whatever."
Inu-yasha stuffed the black bandana in his pocket as he stood up, dusting himself off. "Well, I got what I came for," he said, sounding pointedly bored. "Just don't do any magic or whatever on me and we won't have a problem."
"Not a problem." Illyana turned her head to look back at the water. She wasn't planning on doing magic anyway. That was one of the reasons she was here.
Good. That decided, Inu-yasha stalked off, back toward the school. Might as well go find some food or something. <i>Witches</i>. This place got weirder all the time...
The tests were over.
Illyana let out a sigh of relief as she sank down onto the ground to look out over the lake. The tests were over, no doubt revealing just how little she remembered of her time in school, years before - but at least they were done. One less thing to worry about.
Now, if she could just convince herself to go meet her roommate.
A trace of a wry smile formed. She'd survived all of it - Limbo, S'ym, Belasco himself - and she was feeling daunted by the idea of meeting another 14 year old girl. One who was named Kitty, which should probably make her think of Cat but which just resurrected long forgotten memories of a little white cartoon kitten with a bow on its head. Still, she figured she had cause. After all, it wasn't like she had any experience being a roommate.
If she was going to be honest, she didn't really have much experience at anything that was going to do her any good, now. But it wasn't as if she had other options, either.
Sighing again, Illyana traced an esoteric symbol on the ground with her finger and wondered just how she was going to pull this all off. Unfortunately, she couldn't see any other choices.
What she didn't know was that a silver-haired figure was crouched in the branches of a nearby tree, keeping a careful eye on her. Inu-yasha had followed some seriously <i>weird</i> scents, and they'd led him right to her. Strange old books, spices he didn’t know, and things that didn't fit with any places Inu-yasha had ever been - hell, he didn't even have words for some of these scents.
...but she also smelled like a <i>girl</i> - fruity soaps and hair stuff or whatever. Normal, human girl.
He growled to himself. There wasn't anything more he could learn like this... He tied his black bandana over his ears, then launched himself into the air, landing with surprising lightness about ten feet away from her.
"Oy. You." He narrowed his eyes at the girl. She <i>looked</i> normal too, but he knew what his nose was telling him. Sort of. "What are you?"
Illyana froze, her eyes widening as the white haired figure (not Tommy, damn it, another one) dropped in front of her, and held back her initial reaction to throw up some kind of protective barrier. It wouldn't work here, anyway, and she was going to have to lose that impulse before someone asked what she was doing.
By the time she realized that the new guy was likely just another student, there'd been a delay, and her forehead wrinkled as what he'd said sank in. "<i>What</i> am I? What the hell kind of question is that?" she blurted out. Who she was? That she expected. But <i>what</i>? A shiver went up her spine as she thought of a few answers that would be accurate, but honestly, how would he know to ask? No, it had to just be weird wording. Or just weirdness in general.
"You smell wrong," Inu-yasha replied, golden eyes still narrowed suspiciously.
"And you look weird," Illyana countered automatically, relieved that the kid was apparently just an ass. Honestly, she smelled wrong? How did that even make sense?
That kind of insult barely even registered with Inu-yasha. "I know what I am," he countered, raising a hand to brandish his claws. "But you're different, not like the others here."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Though she did, of course, and she felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she forced herself not to focus in on his claws. Granted, she'd known from Professor Xavier that some of the students had physical mutations, but that didn't keep her from remembering Cat, transformed almost beyond recognition. Mutant or magic, it was still unnerving. "I'm a mutant. Just like everyone else."
"Maybe. But you're something else too." And he didn't believe she didn't know it. He dropped to a predatory crouch, which put them at the same level, even if they were still ten feet apart. "I know what I smell."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." The words were said with conviction, but Illyana's eyes shifted away from him as she said it.
"Liar." Inu-yasha wasn't good with people, but he could tell she was hiding something. And calling out liars didn't take 'people skills' or whatever. "What're you hiding?"
"What do you care?" Illyana got to her feet and crossed her arms over her chest.
"I <i>care</i> because I don't know what you are." He glanced pointedly toward the school, then back to her. "Do they know?"
"Not...exactly." Illyana sighed and made a dismissive gesture. "It doesn't matter. It's nothing that will affect anything here." Or at least, it wouldn't unless Belasco showed up. Or she inadvertently summoned a demon. But she wasn't planning on doing the latter, and the former...well, it should be a while before he could find her again. She hoped.
Inu-yasha stifled an irritated growl. "Then what is it?" The way she said it practically guaranteed that it was dangerous, whatever it was. Inu-yasha had made similar lies about his own abilities when hiding them from normal humans.
"Nothing you need to know about! Can you just drop it? It's none of your business." Honestly, what was with this kid? She'd already said it wouldn't affect him - he needed to drop it, now. Illyana glared at him, though there was a pleading aspect to her expression as well. She was trying to put that behind her.
"There's not much my nose doesn't recognize," Inu-yasha replied, still suspicious as he stood. He could be just as stubborn as her, no problem. "I'm not leaving until I know what it is. What you are."
Illyana sighed, then fixed the kid with a very definite <i>look</i>. "How do I know you won't go blab it to everyone at the school?"
Inu-yasha snorted. Clearly she hadn't been here long, or she'd know he didn't have anyone to tell. He relaxed his posture, crossing his arms over his chest, ready to listen. "I'm not the gossiping type."
"Just the drop out of nowhere and ask people stupid questions type," Illyana retorted, then dropped her arms to her sides, defeated. Either she had to tell him and hope for the truth, or he'd probably go to the faculty and tell them she "smelled funny", which would generate way more questions than she was willing to answer. "It's magic, okay? Or the dimension I teleport through, one or the other."
A beat passed between them as Inu-yasha processed what she said. Magic? Teleporting?
...well, it wasn't any weirder than anything else he'd encountered here - and it made sense as far as his nose was concerned. He raised an eyebrow critically. "What <i>kind</i> of magic?"
"The kind where I turn you into a frog or feed you to demons if you don't stop asking me stupid questions." Illyana ran her hand back through her hair petulantly. "Anything else?"
Right. <i>Witch.</i> Inu-yasha had heard of such things growing up. He'd thought himself a demon until the word <i>mutant</i> came. Honestly, he still considered himself a demon; 'mutation' only gave the reason why...
"What's a witch want here?" he asked petulantly. He didn't really think she'd turn him into a frog. ...probably. ...okay, he was ready to move if she did anything suddenly, but she didn’t look like she was going to try anything.
"Somewhere to stay? Free food?" She'd thought that, at least, would've been obvious. "Besides, also a mutant, remember? I've got teleporting powers." She eyed him curiously. "Who are you, anyway? And what do you do, other than go around sniffing people?"
Inu-yasha smirked at her. "Heh. Thought a witch'd know a demon when she saw one."
"Oh please." Illyana rolled her eyes. "I know demons. You're not one."
Inu-yasha growled, lip pulling back to reveal a fang. "Close enough."
"Whatever." Illyana waved his insistence aside. "What's your name, Oh Allegedly Demonic One?"
Inu-yasha glared, but responded anyway. "Inu-yasha."
"Illyana," she replied. "So, are you going to go tell everyone? Or are we <i>both</i> keeping demonic origins quiet?" Because yeaaah. She kinda doubted that he wanted that floating around any more than she did.
"Tell who you want," Inu-yasha replied, feigning an arrogant disinterest. "I don't care who knows what I am. Still, I guess I can keep your secret."
"Wow, thanks." Illyana rolled her eyes (she was doing that a lot, she realized, but she was blaming demon-kid for that), then eyed him curiously. "Is there anyone else around who's going to be sniffing for magic?"
"Hm?" Inu-yasha looked at her, surprised. It made sense though, she'd want to know who else could smell her. He furrowed his brow, wracking his brain. "The green kid turns into animals. Dunno how good his nose is."
"Green kid, right. Anyone else?" It was on the tip of her tongue to ask what the deal with the headband was, but she decided against. Pissing off Inu-Yasha and having him tell people shit before she'd even met her roommate wasn't on her To Do list.
Inu-yasha shrugged. "Not that I can tell."
"Good." Relaxing, Illyana sat back down and gestured for Inu-Yasha to join her if he wanted to. "So, why was it <i>so</i> important you knew what you were smelling?" Actually, she figured she knew the answer to that question - an unidentified threat was more of a threat than one you knew. But she wanted to hear how he answered, anyway.
Inu-yasha eyed her suspiciously for a moment, then stepped closer, dropping gracelessly to sit with a wary distance still between them. It had nothing to do with her abilities, he just genuinely didn't know what the 'right' distance was in this situation.
"Told you, not much my nose doesn't recognize," he said, tapping his nose with one clawed finger.
"So you wanted to know what it was. I get that." Illyana leaned back on her hands and looked out at the water. After a few moments, she asked, "What kind of demon?" After all, if the guy said he was, he should know.
"Dog demon," Inu-yasha replied, eyeing her suspiciously as she seemed to relax. He crossed his arms over his chest as he settled into his bolt-upright way of sitting.
Illyana looked over at him skeptically. "You don't look like a dog. Are you sure that's a real thing?"
"Yes I'm sure!" he griped back at her, glaring, then got control of himself again. "Got the nose, don't I?" And his nose knew exactly what he was.
"Well, your nose doesn't look like a dog's, either," Illyana pointed out practically. "You'd think a dog demon would have dog...something." It seemed reasonable, after all, though the only basis for comparison she really had was Cat, post-transformation.
"I'm a dog <i>demon</i>, not a <i>dog</i>," Inu-yasha replied petulantly, but he was blushing and couldn't meet her eyes. No way she knew about his ears, right? He tugged at his bandana to be sure, but it was firmly in place.
Illyana eyed Inu-Yasha with interest, wondering just what his bandana was hiding, then shrugged it off. If he wanted to tell her, he would. Given the way he was blushing, it was pretty obvious he didn't. "You'd think whoever came up with the name for dog demon would have had a <i>reason</i>," she pointed out. "Other than going around sniffing people, I mean."
"Keh! If you had a half-decent nose, you'd know," he grumbled, still blushing and looking dedicatedly out across the lake, even though there was nothing to see.
"Hey, my nose is just fine." Illyana smirked and glanced over at him. "And I don't have to wear a bandana to cover my ears." So okay, it was a guess - but given how he'd been acting? She figured it was a pretty good one.
Inu-yasha had been ready to tear apart her claims of having a good nose when she mentioned his ears and he froze, completely rigid. "Wh- wh- what?!"
"You keep playing with your bandanna to make sure they're covered," Illyana observed. "You might want to work on that if you don't want anyone to notice."
"<i>Chikuso...</i>" In a fit of anger, Inu-yasha snatched the dumb thing off his head, his white, triangular ears perking up readily. "Fine. Happy?"
Illyana eyed his ears curiously, then shrugged. "Really don't care. But I can see where the dog demon fits now."
He crossed his arms over his chest again, looking away, unaware that he was totally sulking. "Like I care what some witch thinks."
"Why would you?" After all, he didn't really know her - and if he did, he'd probably care even less. Illyana shrugged, not really worried about it. "It's sorceress, though. For the record. When you say witch, I keep picturing Halloween decorations."
Inu-yasha's English was good, almost never an accent to give him away... but his tongue was going to trip all over that word. Instead he raised an unimpressed eyebrow at her. "That a fancy way to say witch?" he asked flatly.
Illyana sighed. "Pretty much, yeah. Whatever."
Inu-yasha stuffed the black bandana in his pocket as he stood up, dusting himself off. "Well, I got what I came for," he said, sounding pointedly bored. "Just don't do any magic or whatever on me and we won't have a problem."
"Not a problem." Illyana turned her head to look back at the water. She wasn't planning on doing magic anyway. That was one of the reasons she was here.
Good. That decided, Inu-yasha stalked off, back toward the school. Might as well go find some food or something. <i>Witches</i>. This place got weirder all the time...
