Quire can do it, so you'll probably see it.
Not my niche, though.
Not my niche, though.
Nope. I mean, it comes in all different shapes and sizes and all.
Well. I guess this is what I wanted to talk to you about, so. What now? You are here, so. Pool?
Well. I guess this is what I wanted to talk to you about, so. What now? You are here, so. Pool?
Don't destroy my fucking pool. Go ahead, I gotta change, I'll meet you out.
(He probably saw it anyway.)
(He probably saw it anyway.)
I don't know what your cannonball looks like.
Wow, you'd do that to my best friend? Heartless.
Not for nothing, but I've been called that myself, I empathize with it.
(Listen. It's a joke. Hahaha. Unless?)
(Listen. It's a joke. Hahaha. Unless?)
Yeah, yeah, go downstairs, I gotta change because that pool doesn't see me in any other way than fabulous.
(And she has a message to send to someone to meet them there.)
(And she has a message to send to someone to meet them there.)
(She sends a friend a quick text, because that particular friend doesn't get Sophie in their brain, since it's horrifying. It reads:
come to the mansion's pool. cute boy alert. i want you to meet him.
She gets ready in a white bathing suit, and off she goes.)
come to the mansion's pool. cute boy alert. i want you to meet him.
She gets ready in a white bathing suit, and off she goes.)
[Illyana gets the message, scoffs, and then decides... Why not? She's in the mood to mess with someone, and besides, she can just teleport down--
Oh. No, she can't.
Okay, fine. So she walks down, you know, like a loser. Is she wearing a swimsuit? Nope. She's wearing her usual all black, although the ignorant would be forgiven for thinking her crop top and booty shorts are pool attire.]
Who do you need me to kick out?
Oh. No, she can't.
Okay, fine. So she walks down, you know, like a loser. Is she wearing a swimsuit? Nope. She's wearing her usual all black, although the ignorant would be forgiven for thinking her crop top and booty shorts are pool attire.]
Who do you need me to kick out?
(On the inside? She's laughing so, so hard. On the outside, she's very serious, her face does not change. Instead, she just gestures.)
Less kick out, more kick in...to the pool. Magik, Kell, Kell, Magik. She's my...
(... Friend?)
... Personal demonic lady.
(Nailed it.)
Less kick out, more kick in...to the pool. Magik, Kell, Kell, Magik. She's my...
(... Friend?)
... Personal demonic lady.
(Nailed it.)
Flattering.
[But sort of true, minus the "personal" part, so Illyana doesn't bother to correct her.]
You wanted me to meet him to... what? Check if he's possessed? Test his fighting skills?
[But sort of true, minus the "personal" part, so Illyana doesn't bother to correct her.]
You wanted me to meet him to... what? Check if he's possessed? Test his fighting skills?
(She's trying to express that this is not just a random demonic lady she pulled from the streets, ok!!!!)
To meet him. And actually? You want to fight each other for funsies, just tell me, so I can go get the others and make popcorn. I bet on her.
If not, just hang around.
To meet him. And actually? You want to fight each other for funsies, just tell me, so I can go get the others and make popcorn. I bet on her.
If not, just hang around.
[Illyana grins, a definite troublemaking expression, as she pulls off her ridiculous boots.]
Of course you bet on me.
[Who wouldn't! She plops down on the side of the pool, sticking her feet into the water.]
So... Alien? Mutant? Science experiment? None of the above?
[This is directed at Kell, tactless but not judgmental. They're all sort of weirdos around here, right? And judging from those eyes of his, he's not your run of the mill human.]
Of course you bet on me.
[Who wouldn't! She plops down on the side of the pool, sticking her feet into the water.]
So... Alien? Mutant? Science experiment? None of the above?
[This is directed at Kell, tactless but not judgmental. They're all sort of weirdos around here, right? And judging from those eyes of his, he's not your run of the mill human.]
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