[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.]
[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.]
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(Listen. It's a joke. Hahaha. Unless?)
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(And she has a message to send to someone to meet them there.)
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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.)
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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?
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What?
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Less kick out, more kick in...to the pool. Magik, Kell, Kell, Magik. She's my...
(... Friend?)
... Personal demonic lady.
(Nailed it.)
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[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?
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I'm not possessed. And my fighting skills are fine.
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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.
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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.]