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Illyana and Jeanne-Marie, backdated
When a paranoid Catholic and a demon-sorceress meet, things are bound to get weird...
Hair pulled back tight, demure black sweater with high collar, Jeanne-Marie made it to the cafeteria early for dinner. She took some bread and popped it into the toaster, then scraped just a touch of butter on. She took a glass of water, too. She hadn't used her powers--she never could, they were too much for her, too flashy and proud--so it was all she'd need for the evening, she was sure.
She settled into a corner and bowed her head to pray over her tiny supper. And then took a deep breath and opened her eyes.
With her on-loan communicator still in place (because honestly, despite the missions being over it seemed that everyone still needed portals open everywhere), lllyana opened a stepping disk into the cafeteria. As she'd hoped, dinner was in progress, and she'd started to head towards the buffet when she caught sight of Jeanne-Marie.
Food could wait. She headed towards the other girl, her forehead furrowing as she caught sight of JM's new look. Her hair - well, maybe it had something to do with the mission, Illyana reasoned. She couldn't imagine JM wearing it that way regularly. With that decided, she grinned as she stepped up to the table. "Hey. Long time, no see!"
Jeanne-Marie looked up, nothing but faint curiosity on her face. "Oh. Are you one of her friends? Aurora?" The girl had a certain... aura about her, gregarious-like.
"I think so." Illyana frowned. "Are you her long lost identical twin or something?" Which...okay, well, JM had found out she had a twin brother she didn't know about, right? A twin sister (or would that make her a triplet?) wasn't too far out there.
"No," Jeanne-Marie said, brow furrowed in confusion. "Jean-Paul is my--her twin. Our twin. She's another personality of mine. It's difficult to explain." This was, of course, not entirely true, and she felt the prick of the lie at her conscience. But she couldn't bring herself to refer to her own personality as an "alter". Why shouldn't she be the host personality?
"Like Jekyll and Hyde." Except...she'd known JM for over a year, and she'd never been like this. "Anyway, I'm Illyana. I haven't been around for a while; I'm just here because of the missions."
Jeanne-Marie’s face pinched up at the reference she got and didn’t like. “Oh. I... do remember you a little now you say the name. I remember you being a student here though... that’s wrong?”
"No, I used to be. I joined the Brotherhood," Illyana explained. "Back in...February, I think." She shrugged. "I haven't been around a whole lot, since."
"Oh." Jeanne-Marie frowned. "Aren't the Brotherhood... they helped with the rescue, but--why would you leave Xavier's to go there?"
"Well, there's Pyro - we were dating, which is a lot easier if we're in the same place," Illyana pointed out. "Plus, no one there really has issues with me being a demon sorceress, so there's that." There were other reasons, granted, and if it had been the Jeanne-Marie she knew, she might have shared them. On the other hand, if it had been the Jeanne-Marie she knew, she probably wouldn't have had to have asked.
"A... what?" Jeanne-Marie's eyes went wide and her hand flew to the crucifix around her neck.
"Umm, demon sorceress?" Which, apparently, was another thing Jeanne-Marie didn't remember - and one she didn't approve of, given the way she was grabbing for the cross necklace. Despite knowing (consciously) that it couldn't hurt her, Illyana took a step back and eyed it askance. "If you could put that away, I'd really appreciate it."
Jeanne-Marie did no such thing, only clutched it tighter. "You... you have a demon inside you? Illyana, that is--but you must see a priest, as soon as possible. For the safety of your soul."
"Yeeaah, I think I'll pass on that. I'm not sure what a priest would do to the three-fifths of my soul that's demonic, but I'm pretty sure I'd rather not find out," Illyana objected. "Any chance of you handing control of the body to the you who isn't looking to exorcise me?"
Jeanne-Marie eyed her with new coldness, still clutching her cross. "No." Even if she knew how, she'd never do that, anyway, and certainly not at the request of a "demon-sorceress."
"Right." Illyana rolled her eyes, took off her communicator, and tossed it onto the table. "Do me a favor and return this to the Prof? I think I'm just going to head out." Without waiting for a response, she called up a stepping disk and disappeared. She'd eat something at home, and come back for Pietro when he called. Better all around.
"Your soul is in danger," Jeanne-Marie said, though it was to herself now. She sat holding her little cross for a few minutes before she got up and left herself, trying not to shudder.
Hair pulled back tight, demure black sweater with high collar, Jeanne-Marie made it to the cafeteria early for dinner. She took some bread and popped it into the toaster, then scraped just a touch of butter on. She took a glass of water, too. She hadn't used her powers--she never could, they were too much for her, too flashy and proud--so it was all she'd need for the evening, she was sure.
She settled into a corner and bowed her head to pray over her tiny supper. And then took a deep breath and opened her eyes.
With her on-loan communicator still in place (because honestly, despite the missions being over it seemed that everyone still needed portals open everywhere), lllyana opened a stepping disk into the cafeteria. As she'd hoped, dinner was in progress, and she'd started to head towards the buffet when she caught sight of Jeanne-Marie.
Food could wait. She headed towards the other girl, her forehead furrowing as she caught sight of JM's new look. Her hair - well, maybe it had something to do with the mission, Illyana reasoned. She couldn't imagine JM wearing it that way regularly. With that decided, she grinned as she stepped up to the table. "Hey. Long time, no see!"
Jeanne-Marie looked up, nothing but faint curiosity on her face. "Oh. Are you one of her friends? Aurora?" The girl had a certain... aura about her, gregarious-like.
"I think so." Illyana frowned. "Are you her long lost identical twin or something?" Which...okay, well, JM had found out she had a twin brother she didn't know about, right? A twin sister (or would that make her a triplet?) wasn't too far out there.
"No," Jeanne-Marie said, brow furrowed in confusion. "Jean-Paul is my--her twin. Our twin. She's another personality of mine. It's difficult to explain." This was, of course, not entirely true, and she felt the prick of the lie at her conscience. But she couldn't bring herself to refer to her own personality as an "alter". Why shouldn't she be the host personality?
"Like Jekyll and Hyde." Except...she'd known JM for over a year, and she'd never been like this. "Anyway, I'm Illyana. I haven't been around for a while; I'm just here because of the missions."
Jeanne-Marie’s face pinched up at the reference she got and didn’t like. “Oh. I... do remember you a little now you say the name. I remember you being a student here though... that’s wrong?”
"No, I used to be. I joined the Brotherhood," Illyana explained. "Back in...February, I think." She shrugged. "I haven't been around a whole lot, since."
"Oh." Jeanne-Marie frowned. "Aren't the Brotherhood... they helped with the rescue, but--why would you leave Xavier's to go there?"
"Well, there's Pyro - we were dating, which is a lot easier if we're in the same place," Illyana pointed out. "Plus, no one there really has issues with me being a demon sorceress, so there's that." There were other reasons, granted, and if it had been the Jeanne-Marie she knew, she might have shared them. On the other hand, if it had been the Jeanne-Marie she knew, she probably wouldn't have had to have asked.
"A... what?" Jeanne-Marie's eyes went wide and her hand flew to the crucifix around her neck.
"Umm, demon sorceress?" Which, apparently, was another thing Jeanne-Marie didn't remember - and one she didn't approve of, given the way she was grabbing for the cross necklace. Despite knowing (consciously) that it couldn't hurt her, Illyana took a step back and eyed it askance. "If you could put that away, I'd really appreciate it."
Jeanne-Marie did no such thing, only clutched it tighter. "You... you have a demon inside you? Illyana, that is--but you must see a priest, as soon as possible. For the safety of your soul."
"Yeeaah, I think I'll pass on that. I'm not sure what a priest would do to the three-fifths of my soul that's demonic, but I'm pretty sure I'd rather not find out," Illyana objected. "Any chance of you handing control of the body to the you who isn't looking to exorcise me?"
Jeanne-Marie eyed her with new coldness, still clutching her cross. "No." Even if she knew how, she'd never do that, anyway, and certainly not at the request of a "demon-sorceress."
"Right." Illyana rolled her eyes, took off her communicator, and tossed it onto the table. "Do me a favor and return this to the Prof? I think I'm just going to head out." Without waiting for a response, she called up a stepping disk and disappeared. She'd eat something at home, and come back for Pietro when he called. Better all around.
"Your soul is in danger," Jeanne-Marie said, though it was to herself now. She sat holding her little cross for a few minutes before she got up and left herself, trying not to shudder.