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| On Top of the World; May 24 - early am (Yana, Kitty, Bobby) | |
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| Magik | Feb 21 2014, 02:13 PM Post #31 |
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What IS an unseelie bitch, anyway?
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Okay, okay. It was probably time to stop teasing her former roommate, no matter how funny it was to watch her blush and stammer like that. But really, she had just been kidding around. It wasn't as if she weren't over the age of consent, and even if she wasn't - well, she could hardly say anything about that either, could she? She certainly hadn't been when she and Jamie had... Well, anyway, it'd be weird if she wasn't. For all the posturing she'd done over the years that she was older than Kitty (and honestly, no one really could prove it one way or the other), she'd never actually believed it. To have her be more than a couple of years younger now? Yeah, that would be weird. But it was worthy of one more comment, anyway. She couldn't quite hold back a laugh as Kitty tried to roll her eyes, scowl, and stick out her tongue all at the same time. "Ha. Ha." the brunette said, but her "I'm not amused" look was totally ruined by the way her lips were twitching. "Jeez, yes, I'm definitely over the age of consent." "Well, see? No problem then," Illyana retorted, wrinkling her nose over at the other girl and grinning before turning back to the task at hand. Pryde might've wimped out and gone for the closet, but there were still clothes under the bed. Might as well finish pulling them out so long as she was down here already. Another thought occurred to her as she pulled out a pair of socks, and she turned to ask when and where Kitty wanted to do their hair. Given the missions today, they could save time doing it in Limbo, or...well, she'd been in one spot all night. If Kitty hadn't been wandering around with the wine and the naked Snake girl, they could just back up and do it in the bathroom the night before. It wasn't as if anyone was likely to notice. Sticking her legs in the jeans, pulling them up and fastening the waistband, she turned toward Yana long enough to wrinkle her nose at her. "No, we definitely were not wandering around with Naked Chimera and anything any longer than we had to." And that had definitely still been too long. "I'm good with either one, though. If we do it last night in the bathroom," she added with a grin as she headed back toward the bed to find whatever shoes were around, "then we don't have to worry about evil Limbo hair. I really don't wanna have to deal with evil Limbo hair." It was well past her turn to roll her eyes, and she took advantage of that fact as she got up and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Oh please, you only get evil Limbo hair if you let the demons do the hairstyling," she pointed out, then grinned as evilly as she could muster when she really wasn't feeling evil at all. "Unless you piss me off; then all bets are off. But that applies wherever we do it." Still, modern plumbing went a long way when it came to hairstyling, and so did electricity. "Around midnight sound good to you?" she asked as she grabbed her bag and sketchpad. "We can use the bathroom off my room. I seriously doubt anyone was wandering around in there." Besides, if for some reason there had been, it'd be fun to scare the shit out of them. But really, they might as well make some use of her room last night. She certainly hadn't. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Feb 23 2014, 05:52 PM Post #32 |
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Unphased
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Oh man. She just had to go there, didn't she? Uggh, yes, she was definitely over the age of consent, even if she was a couple of years behind where she was supposed to be and no matter how young she actually looked. That joke was old even before she'd vanished for a couple of years. "Well, see? No problem then," Illyana retorted, wrinkling her nose as Kitty rolled her eyes good naturally and went over to the closet to see about a pair of pants that didn't need to be rescued from under random pieces of furniture. Even if Yana seemed to think she needed to keep going with the under-bed clothing retrieval. Then it was apparently time to ponder where to do their hair, plus put down any ideas that she and Bobby somehow decided to have an extended conversation (or anything else) with crazy, naked Chimera. She was pretty good with where ever for the hair, though. The bathroom last night. Though, on second thought, maybe they should go with last night and the bathroom (this was starting to sound a little like a game of Clue). Anyway, if they did that, they didn't have to worry about evil Limbo hair. Or she didn't, anyway, and yeah she still remembered what that'd looked like during Inferno. Everybody running around looking like Logan had styled their hair with his claws. And when they were talking about Rogue and Ali? Yeah, that was some massively wrong, evil hair going on. Now, she just needed some shoes. And to ignore the eyeroll coming from Yana as she plopped down on the edge of the bed. "Oh please, you only get evil Limbo hair if you let the demons do the hairstyling," she pointed out, then grinned as evilly as she could muster when she really wasn't feeling evil at all. "Unless you piss me off; then all bets are off. But that applies wherever we do it." Pausing in the search for shoes, Kitty gave her a narrow eyes, suspicious look. "That doesn't explain all the godawful Limbo hair during Inferno," she countered, since she was pretty sure everybody hadn't stopped by Ye Olde Demon Barbershop first for that. "And if you do weird things to my hair, I will phase your clothes into even weirder places," the brunette added with a grin. Ah! Shoes, ever there peeking out from the other side of the dresser and Kitty padded that way to retrieve her sneakers, deciding she wasn't all that worried about socks right now. "Around midnight sound good to you?" Yana asked as she reached for her stuff there on the bed and Kitty stuffed her bare feet into her tennis shoes. "We can use the bathroom off my room. I seriously doubt anyone was wandering around in there." Yep, not asking where she and Jamie had been if they hadn't been in her room or using her bathroom last night. Because Yana would tell her and then that would be stuck in her head. "That works for me," Kitty told her, turning back around and running her fingers through he hair in lieu of actually brushing it. What was the point when they'd just mess it up again in a few minutes anyway? "The lack of rubbernecking demons is definitely a plus to using a bathroom here, as long as we're not gonna break the timestream or something. I'm ready when you are." As reasons went to destroy all of space/time, she was pretty sure 'I needed a new hairdo and highlights' wouldn't really impress anybody that much. |
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| Magik | Feb 23 2014, 09:05 PM Post #33 |
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What IS an unseelie bitch, anyway?
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Whatever Kitty might say, Limbo hair didn't just miraculously appear. It pretty much depended on allowing demons to have a hand in your hairstyling. Or, of course, on pissing off a demon sorceress when she was armed with scissors, hair dye, and various styling appliances. The latter, she pointed out with an evil grin, could happen anywhere. It wasn't like Pryde would be safe just because she was on Earth instead of Limbo. That made her former roomie pause, and Yana grinned unrepentantly as the other girl turned to look at her with narrowed eyes. "That doesn't explain all the godawful Limbo hair during Inferno," she countered, since she was pretty sure everybody hadn't stopped by Ye Olde Demon Barbershop first for that. "And if you do weird things to my hair, I will phase your clothes into even weirder places," the brunette added with a grin. Idle threats now. So sad. Illyana grinned, unconcerned, and shrugged. "Seeing as my clothes pretty much consist of a bag I brought from Muir and some t-shirts I stole from Doug, I'm really not shaking here," she pointed out, then wrinkled her nose. "As for Inferno, you have nothing to complain about. Did I mention I had scales? And a tail? And a snake tongue? Bad hair doesn't compare." Though admittedly, her own hair hadn't been half bad through most of it, but still. There was absolutely nothing good that could be said of having a tongue like a snake. It'd just been gross. That aside, it looked as if Kitty'd located her missing shoes, so it was time to go somewhere, somewhen, and do makeovers. After a little thought and a grab for her stuff (no point in going and forgetting the dye, after all), Illyana proposed midnight in her bathroom. She knew it wasn't occupied then, and - well, if it was? She'd rather find out about it than not. "That works for me," Kitty told her, turning back around and running her fingers through he hair in lieu of actually brushing it. What was the point when they'd just mess it up again in a few minutes anyway? "The lack of rubbernecking demons is definitely a plus to using a bathroom here, as long as we're not gonna break the timestream or something. I'm ready when you are." "Have I broken the timestream yet?" Illyana asked as she hopped to her feet and came over by the other girl, trying (and failing) to look indignant. "C'mon, I retrieved body parts from five years ago in some freaky part of the midwest a few days ago, and the timestream's still in one piece. I'm pretty sure it can handle some hair dye." Without waiting for a response (mostly because she still didn't really want to think about the body part storage warehouse), Illyana summoned up a stepping disk and popped them off to Limbo. After a split second's focus, another 'port took them back out again and into her room, where the clock on the nightstand was blazing 12:01. Not bad, if she said so herself. "There, timestream unbroken," she pointed out with a smug grin as she went over and flipped on the overhead light, then dropped the bag on her bed and began rummaging through it. "You want me to do yours first? Or the other way around?" It didn't matter to her, and it wasn't like they didn't have plenty of time for both. She figured it'd been around 3:30 when she'd come back from the infirmary. There was no way it was going to take them that long. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Feb 26 2014, 06:00 PM Post #34 |
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Unphased
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Limbo hair. She'd seen it. On Ororo. On Rogue. On Ali. Even on Logan. It was made of scary,and pointy, and frizzy, and huge and wrong. Demonic barbers did not explain it. Neither did pissing off demon sorceresses. It'd just...happened, during Inferno. Of course, a lot of stuff like that had happened during Inferno, but still. If Yana gave her weird, evil hair, she would so phased her clothes into even weirder places. A threat that might've had more impact if her best friend had had time to actually have more than a few clothes, but still. There would be phasing, and clothes in odd places. It would happen. Yana, of course, just grinned and shrugged and wasn't at all threatened. Which wasn't very nice. She could've at least pretended a little or something. "Seeing as my clothes pretty much consist of a bag I brought from Muir and some t-shirts I stole from Doug, I'm really not shaking here," she pointed out, then wrinkled her nose. "As for Inferno, you have nothing to complain about. Did I mention I had scales? And a tail? And a snake tongue? Bad hair doesn't compare." Yeah, okay, there was that, too. That couldn't have been fun and Kitty gave the other girl a sympathetic look. Then she finished dressing and got back to the topic at hand. Which actually wasn't evil Limbo hair, but where to do the hopefully not evil, non-Limbo-fied hair cutting and highlighting. Bathroom last night trumped demons as an audience, so she was for that one. Provided they didn't break the timestream in the process. There'd been plenty of that happening, or at least that she'd been accused of possibly doing, already. "Have I broken the timestream yet?" Illyana asked as she hopped to her feet and came over by the other girl, trying (and failing) to look indignant. Kitty frowned and decided that there was definitely something wrong with that reasoning, but she wasn't awake enough yet to totally figure it out. "C'mon, I retrieved body parts from five years ago in some freaky part of the midwest a few days ago, and the timestream's still in one piece. I'm pretty sure it can handle some hair dye." Man, she hoped she was talking about Forge. Forge and some prosthetic body parts. If not, well she didn't wanna know and wasn't gonna ask. Nope. And, anyway, Yana'd already 'ported them out, off to Limbo, and then 'ported them back out to what Kitty guessed was Yana's room (they all looked pretty much alike) around midnight last night. Hopefully last night, and not midnight three weeks ago with a helicarrier full of SHIELD people. A glance around didn't show any sleeping or not sleeping but really surprised SHIELD people lying around, so they'd go with last night. "There, timestream unbroken," she pointed out with a smug grin as she went over and flipped on the overhead light, then dropped the bag on her bed and began rummaging through it. Thankfully, the light showed her a still empty room and no freaking out SHIELD people. "You want me to do yours first? Or the other way around?" After a second's thought, and another look around, Kitty lifted her shoulders in a shrug. "Why don't I do yours first." She made a shooing motion at Yana toward the bathroom. "Do we need a chair or anything? Or you just wanna do it over the sink?" Or she guessed they could do the cutting out here, but hair was messy and went everywhere. So clean up would probably be easier in the bathroom. |
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| Magik | Mar 2 2014, 07:14 AM Post #35 |
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What IS an unseelie bitch, anyway?
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Hey, no sympathy required, but honestly? Bad hair was definitely not the worst side effect of the Inferno. Kitty might've ended up walking around looking like the Bride of Frankenstein for a while (she hadn't seen her, so she couldn't be sure), but she was willing to bet that on a scale of awful, growing extra creepy body parts still beat out a bad hair day. Even if her own hair had been the one thing that hadn't looked half bad. In any case, she wasn't about to break the time stream just by popping them back a few hours to her unused room, however many doubtful looks Pryde might want to send in her direction. Just to prove it (and, well, so they could get onto the hair styling), she popped them out, then back to the helicarrier at midnight the previous night. See, timestream still in one piece. Kitty had such little faith. And after she'd collected all her freaky Snake people the day before, too. ...yeah, on second thought, not thinking about that mission. Also, she really should've left all the bossy not-quite-villain teams right where they were in the snow. Those people had been seriously annoying. Regardless of the annoyingness of various other teams, they had a mission of their own right now, one that she couldn't imagine had any chance of unleashing villains on the unsuspecting populace. There was hair to be cut, hair to be dyed, and so, as she flipped on the overhead light and began rummaging though her bad, she asked if Kitty wanted to go first. "Why don't I do yours first." She made a shooing motion at Yana toward the bathroom. "Do we need a chair or anything? Or you just wanna do it over the sink?" Illyana wrinkled her nose, considering. Over the sink meant less hair all over the bathroom, but... "I'll grab a chair," she said, going over to grab the computer chair from over by the desk and rolling it into the bathroom. It made things a little cramped, but, "Maybe you can cut over the sink, but I'm not so sure I can. Gimme just a second to get my hair wet and we should be all set?" It was weird, she thought as she turned on the water and stuck her head under; she didn't remember any wet towels or hair around the bathroom when she'd showered earlier. She'd have to remember to do a really good job of cleaning up. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Mar 2 2014, 09:29 PM Post #36 |
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Unphased
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Okay, so apparently they hadn't broken the timestream and hopefully weren't going to. Though Kitty still wasn't sure that Limbo hair wasn't enough to do that all on it's own. Regardless, they were here, last night, for bathroom hairdo-ing and coloring and whatever else they were gonna end up doing. Man, she hoped this didn't come out looking really silly. Yana'd said it'd wash out, though. Or mostly wash out, so it wouldn't be a huge deal if it ended up kind of disastrous, right? Right! So, on to the getting it done, so they could get back out before it was time for anyone to show up? And, now that she thought about it, where had Yana been last night, if it wasn't here? She hadn't been at the party that long, but she'd missed when she left. Maybe Jamie had his own room or something? Before she could ask that, though, there were other decisions to be made. Like who went first and where they were doing it. Here, in the bathroom, in the bathroom over the sink? She could do Yana first, but they were probably gonna need a chair or something unless they wanted to stand over the sink and do it that way. Might be a little awkward, but it'd be less to clean up. Yana didn't seem crazy about that idea, though, wrinkling her nose as she gave it some thought. "I'll grab a chair," she said, going over to grab the computer chair from over by the desk and rolling it into the bathroom. It made things a little cramped, but, "Maybe you can cut over the sink, but I'm not so sure I can. Gimme just a second to get my hair wet and we should be all set?" Giving the chair a once over and hoping it wouldn't roll around too much, Kitty nodded. "Yeah, go ahead," she told her friend, scooting around the chair to get to the bag and find the scissors and the sketch of how Yana wanted her hair. Not trying to do this from memory. Noooo. That was asking for trouble. "I'll grab the stuff." A little rummaging around and she had it all, holding up the sketch and looking from it to Yana and back again. "You sure you want it this shirt? It's really cute, but that's a lot of hair to lose at once." It'd look good on her, though. Yana could manage to pull off most anything. |
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| Magik | Mar 3 2014, 02:49 PM Post #37 |
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What IS an unseelie bitch, anyway?
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One chair, check. So long as she kept her feet on the ground, the rollers shouldn't be too big a problem, and she was pretty sure nothing more substantial would fit in the closet-sized half bath. She was also pretty sure she couldn't cut hair standing over a sink, and if she couldn't... Well, she was trusting her hair to Kitty already. She wasn't going to tempt fate any more than she had to. That said, it'd also probably be easier to cut wet than dry, and she suggested as much to her former roomie as she grabbed a towel from the rack. Might as well stick it under the faucet than try to wet it piecemeal. "Yeah, go ahead," Kitty replied, pulling herself away from her examination of the chair for proper height or dimension or something. "I'll grab the stuff." "Works for me," she agreed as she turned on the tap, then leaned over and flipped her hair into the sink, working it around so that it was all more or less wet. Hopefully it'd turn out the way she'd drawn it. She had to admit, she was a little nervous. She also had to admit that being nervous over her hair was proving a great distraction from the other thoughts that kept trying to inch their way back into her mind now that some of the initial excitement over Jamie's return had settled down and she'd given up torturing her best friend with tales of her sex life, real and imagined. Not a perfect one, granted, but better than nothing. Hopefully, by the time the excitement over the dye had worn off, it'd be time for the mission briefing, and then... Well, she'd deal with "then" when it came, she guessed. Hopefully something else would pop up by then. She reached up and turned off the tap, then groped for the towel and wrapped it around her head as she straightened back up to find Kitty analyzing the sketch she'd made. "You sure you want it this shirt? It's really cute, but that's a lot of hair to lose at once." Illyana bit at her lip for a moment, considering. It was a lot, now that she thought of it, but she did really like the style. Finally, she shrugged as casually as she could manage and grinned. "Hey, if I don't like it, it'll grow back, right? Besides, I'm sort of feeling the need for something drastic." After all, today was the perfectly opportunity for a whole new start. She might as well go all out. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Mar 6 2014, 09:39 PM Post #38 |
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Unphased
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Alright, time to get down to the business of hairdo-ing. Or something. Yana could go ahead and get her hair wet (though she'd never really understood how that was supposed to help, exactly, with the haircuttting) and she'd get the stuff out of the bag. "Works for me," [Yana] agreed as she turned on the tap as Kitty herself went over to rummage through the bag in question. Okay, scissors, and comb, and maybe she should take the sketch to look at, since she wasn't sure she could remember well enough to do it like Yana wanted. It really was a good look for her, Kitty mused, pulling the sketch out and looking it over again. But, well, was Yana sure she wanted her hair quite this short? It was cute, but that was a lot of hair to loose all at once. If it were her, she'd have to...work her way up to it or something, maybe. Yana was groping around for a towel with dripping wet hair, which might not be the best time ever to ask, but after it was all cut off would've probably been even worse. Plus, yeah, a little nervous about cutting off someone else's hair quite this much. Though she hadn't meant to transfer the nervous, but it looked like she might've as her best friend bit her lip and got a considering look. But then she shrugged and grinned. "Hey, if I don't like it, it'll grow back, right? Besides, I'm sort of feeling the need for something drastic." Grinning back, Kitty nodded. "Yep, it'll definitely grow back. I'm the living proof." Plus, from what she'd seen, doing something new with your hair was apparently the Resistance in thing. Cut it all off, make it pink. Both. Though the pink seemed to be getting really popular for reasons she couldn't figure out. Waving Yana toward the chair, she set the sketch on the counter within easy view, held onto the comb, and then put everything else on the counter, too. "Any particular reason for the sudden need to change?" she asked as she waited for her best friend to get settled, brow lifting a little curiously, "Or is it some kinda 'we're going to war, might as well look the part' kind of thing? That seems to be happening around here a lot from what I've seen." New hair, less hair, new romance, inexplicable romance. Apparently, she'd missed the memo on all this somewhere. |
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| Magik | Mar 8 2014, 03:41 PM Post #39 |
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What IS an unseelie bitch, anyway?
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Did she honestly want her hair that short? If she was going to be honest with herself, she wasn't sure. She couldn't remember any time it had been that short; she'd pretty much always worn it long, with bangs. Which it still would be, just...not as. The positive thing was, it wasn't a choice you couldn't ever change. If she didn't like it, her hair would grow back, the color would wash out. And in the meantime, it'd be a great distraction from the decision she'd made she couldn't go back on. She pointed that out to Kitty - well, not the latter part, because she hadn't quite figured out how to tell her that just yet - but the rest, and was relieved when her best friend grinned and nodded. "Yep, it'll definitely grow back. I'm the living proof." That got a laugh as a mental image of Kitty's hair when she'd returned from Japan popped into her mind. "Yeah, not that short though, okay?" she requested, grinning mischievously as Kitty waved her into the chair and she took a seat, resisting the impulse to pull her feet up and sit crosslegged. Honestly, she'd have thought even crazy ninja guys would've had better taste. Showed what she knew, she guessed. "Any particular reason for the sudden need to change?" she asked, raising her eyebrows a little. "Or is it some kinda 'we're going to war, might as well look the part' kind of thing? That seems to be happening around here a lot from what I've seen." Illyana shrugged just a little, then sighed softly. "Some of that," she admitted, then narrowed her eyes and turned her head to look at the younger girl. "Though y'know, I don't think there's anything in that sketch that really screams "going to war", thanks. It's not like I'm asking you to buzz it all off. But mostly..." she shrugged again and rubbed her hand over her forehead. "I had a talk with Forge last night," she admitted. "And he kind of pointed out that it might be time I started acting like a grown-up. I guess it's maybe half a step in that direction, and half a statement that I don't have to if I don't want to?" The hairstyle sort of said both; not something that shouted "little kid", but not "adult" by any stretch, either. It sorta seemed right, somehow. She didn't feel quite ready for the big steps just yet. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Mar 14 2014, 04:46 PM Post #40 |
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Unphased
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Maybe she should consider shorter hair for herself, but she'd never really felt 'right' with short hair. Maybe it had to do with what Ogun had done to her, maybe it was just her. Whatever it was, Kitty couldn't quite bring herself to do more than trim hers when it needed it. Pull it back in a ponytail to get it out of the way was about as drastic a change as she normally went for. Pretty sure adding some blue to it counted, too, so yeah. She'd leave the short, or shorter, haircut to Yana who could pull it off better than she could anyway. If her best friend was sure, anyway. It would definitely all grow back, regardless. She was the living proof of that. Ogun had left her basically bald at fifteen. Yeah, Yana could laugh. It hadn't been her hair. "Yeah, not that short though, okay?" Yana grinned at her as Kitty waved her into the chair and she pretended to consider it. "I make no promises," she replied with a mischievous grin of her own, then shook her head. "Oh fine, not that short. I'll try to keep to the sketch." Which she propped up where she could kind of see it as she lifted an eyebrow Yana's way, wondering if there was any particular reason for the sudden hair and wardrobe changes or if it was some sort of symbolism for...going off to war. Or something. From what she'd seen downstairs last night, that sort of thing seemed to be catching. Sort of a version of Seize the Day, only it was night and in a strip club. Yana just shrugged and sighed in answer as the brunette reached for the scissors and gave her friend's hair a considering once over. "Some of that," she admitted, then narrowed her eyes and turned her head to look at the younger girl. "Though y'know, I don't think there's anything in that sketch that really screams "going to war", thanks. It's not like I'm asking you to buzz it all off. But mostly..." she shrugged again and rubbed a hand over her forehead as Kitty rolled her eyes. Sheesh, she hadn't quite meant it that literally. And if she kept moving her head around like that, she was gonna get something worse than a buzz cut. "I had a talk with Forge last night," she admitted. "And he kind of pointed out that it might be time I started acting like a grown-up. I guess it's maybe half a step in that direction, and half a statement that I don't have to if I don't want to?" Frowning in mild confusion, Kitty picked up the comb, started sectioning off Yana's hair at the back as she briefly wished they'd thought to bring some clips or something. "So it's a confused statement?" she theorized, taking another quick look at the sketch before starting on the bottom layer of hair. Making the first, careful snip, she tried not to wince. "That sounds like the Forge I remember, though. Any particular reason he thinks you should grow up? Or was it just something he thought you needed to hear?" Well, that first snip had gone okay. Now on to the next one. This wasn't actually so very hard after all. |
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| Magik | Mar 16 2014, 03:12 PM Post #41 |
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What IS an unseelie bitch, anyway?
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Yeeaaah, she remembered the haircut Pryde was referring to. The whole buzzed look really wasn't good on her, and it was small wonder she'd grown it out - and kept it grown out - ever since. Hopefully, she wouldn't end up with anything that short. She wanted drastic, yeah, but not that drastic. "I make no promises," her friend countered with a mischievous grin, but shook her head as Yana peered back at her and mock glared. "Oh fine, not that short. I'll try to keep to the sketch." Which she set down to use as a pattern or something as she asked about her motivations for the whole new hairstyle. She wasn't sure how to answer that, exactly. It wasn't a going to war thing - she'd gone into fights without any real need to change her look before, or at least, she'd settled for changing her clothes. If there was any deeper motive than just wanting the distraction, it had more to do, she thought, with her talk with Forge the night before. Maybe it was time she grew up a little. But she didn't have to do it all in one day, either. Kit's face in the mirror looked confused as she started sectioning off her hair in the back. "So it's a confused statement?" she guessed, and Illyana let out a soft laugh. "Hey, it's me, roomie," she pointed out. "Would you expect anything else?" Kitty winced as she felt the telltale snip of the scissors, which wasn't particularly reassuring, but then continued speaking. "That sounds like the Forge I remember, though. Any particular reason he thinks you should grow up? Or was it just something he thought you needed to hear?" Mmm. Yeah, she'd known they were going to get to this part sooner or later. "A little of each?" she offered with a slightly crooked smile. "Jimmy sort of let the whole pregnancy thing slip at the party. Or at least, enough of it that I ended up telling Forge. He...wasn't exactly impressed by my behavior. Before or since." Which, to be fair, he probably had every reason not to be. He'd managed to convince her of that much, at least. Sighing, she added, "And I'd thought telling Mikhail and Piotr was going to be the hard part." Except, in a lot of ways, she'd known Forge would ultimately be harder. Not that Mikhail had taken the news well, but...she was used to fighting with her brothers. Being lectured by Forge was a whole lot worse. "Anyway, he convinced....well, I decided..." She swallowed hard, then took a breath. "Can we just say it's no longer a problem?" she asked hopefully, looking at her roommate's face in the mirror with a pleading look. Not that she minded talking about it, exactly. She just couldn't bring herself to come straight out and say it, either. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Mar 19 2014, 06:14 PM Post #42 |
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Unphased
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Yana's new hair was going to make a statement. Maybe a confused statement, from the sound of things, but still a statement. Her best friend laughed and Kitty grinned as she got ready to start the actual snipping. "Hey, it's me, roomie," she pointed out. "Would you expect anything else?" Well, okay, she kinda had a point now that Kitty thought about it. Time to make the first snip and the brunette couldn't help but wince, but it went okay, so that made her feel a little better about the whole thing. All the same, while she worked on the rest she went back to the topic at hand. Or maybe at hand. Either way, that sounded pretty much like the Forge she remembered. Both from the mansion and from the Camp. Made her wonder if there was a particular reason he was telling Yana to grow up or if he'd just been dispensing random, Forge-type advice that he thought Magik needed to hear. "A little of each?" she offered with a slightly crooked smile. "Jimmy sort of let the whole pregnancy thing slip at the party. Or at least, enough of it that I ended up telling Forge. He...wasn't exactly impressed by my behavior. Before or since." Wincing again, this time sympathetically, Kitty made the next couple of snips, which also seemed to go pretty well. "Yeah, I can imagine," the brunette commiserated, pausing to look back at the sketch again. Yep, still on track. "And I'd thought telling Mikhail and Piotr was going to be the hard part." Yana sighed and Kitty cocked an eyebrow her ways. Like she'd told her friend before, her brothers doted on her. Especially Peter. They weren't going to freak out. At least not at her, though that kinda explained what the random shouting in Russian had been about at the party, didn't it? Yeah, wouldn't wanna be Jamie anywhere near them right now. "Anyway, he convinced....well, I decided..." She swallowed hard, then took a breath. "Can we just say it's no longer a problem?" Yana was giving her a hopeful look in the mirror but Kitty just gave her a confused one back. "Huh?" she replied with the amazing eloquence she apparently possessed. "What do you mean, no long a-" Then it kinda caught up with her and the confusion cleared away, at least. "Oh," Kitty added a second later, teeth tugging at her bottom lip. "So you went ahead and, you know?" Oh yeah, they were both amazing grownups, apparently. They couldn't manage to actually talk about it, instead of around it. "Why didn't you call me?" she asked, giving Yana's shoulder a squeeze with her free hand and meeting her eyes in the mirror. She had to know she'd have gone with her and it would so suck to have to do something like that alone. |
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| Magik | Mar 20 2014, 01:36 PM Post #43 |
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What IS an unseelie bitch, anyway?
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Had Forge had a reason for essentially telling her it was time to grow up? Much though she hated to, Illyana had to admit that he had, though she had a feeling Kitty was looking for more a "how did it come about" answer than a "what did you do?" one. Still, the easiest way to explain was to refer to both. Jimmy'd spilled the beans about the baby (or so close that she'd been forced to finish the story); she'd been irresponsible. That Forge was unimpressed was probably a foregone conclusion. Given Kitty's wince, she could imagine Forge's reaction pretty accurately. "Yeah, I can imagine," she said, looking fully sympathetic as she continued working on her hair. Illyana sighed and nodded. If anything, "unimpressed" was a bit of an understatement. And here she'd honestly thought telling Mikhail and Piotr would be the hard part. Kitty seemed as unimpressed by that logic as she had been a few days earlier, but then, she couldn't have completely missed Mikhail shouting in Russian and sending Vance off to a pocket dimension, either. It occurred to her that, if she'd procrastinated just a little longer on that, she could have avoided it entirely. Too late now. All that was left to do was to explain to Kitty that, well, everything had been taken care of. Her immaturity and unfitness for motherhood were no longer a problem. "Huh? What do you mean, no long a-" Illyana made an awkward face at the mirror just as what she'd said apparently finally sunk in, leaving Kitty looking awkward as well. "Oh," [she] added a second later, teeth tugging at her bottom lip. "So you went ahead and, you know?" Illyana nodded just a little, careful not to disrupt whatever Kitty was doing with her hair, her eyes not quite meeting her friend's in the mirror. "Yeah," she confirmed, relieved that she wasn't going to have to spell it all out. "Last night." Or, well, just a little earlier than now, depending on how you looked at it. Now if she could just find a way to look at it that didn't make her want to burst into tears, she'd be in good shape. "Why didn't you call me?" Kitty asked, meeting her eyes in the mirror as she squeezed her shoulder. Illyana shrugged a little, mouth twisting to one side wryly. She knew Kitty meant well, and she'd have loved to have had her come with her. Except... "I was kind of afraid if I had to explain all the hows and whys, I'd talk myself out of it?" she admitted. "Besides, you were celebrating the end of the camps, and I figured you should. You earned it." Forcing a smile, she waved her hand in a vague gesture. "It's okay, I dragged St. Teresa along with me. Believe it or not, she even stuck around the whole time, and didn't call me names once. Maybe it goes with the whole saint thing?" She'd never been quite clear on how that worked, but she supposed Terry could simultaneously be the patron saint of camp refugees and aborting mothers. Maybe she should send Roberto an e-mail in Genosha and ask? Or maybe she should actually stop thinking of random stuff just because she didn't want to think about the night before. She might not be great at the whole responsibility thing, but she was pretty sure that not actively avoiding thinking about things she didn't want to was probably one of the first steps. |
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| Kitty Pryde | Mar 23 2014, 03:55 PM Post #44 |
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Unphased
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Oh. Oh crap. That's what Yana meant. Yana nodded. "Yeah," she confirmed, as Kitty's teeth worried at her lower lip a little. "Last night." And Kitty felt all at once hugely awkward and maybe a little guilty and really, really bad for Yana. It...yeah, it seemed like to her, still, that it was probably best for Yana, but it couldn't have been easy. At all. And, well, she'd known she could've told her, hadn't she? That she'd have gone with her? She'd promised she would, whatever she decided and now she hadn't been and she felt a little like the most horrible friend ever. So she couldn't help wondering why she hadn't called her or come got her or something. Her best friend shrugged a little, expression turning a little wry. "I was kind of afraid if I had to explain all the hows and whys, I'd talk myself out of it?" she admitted and Kitty nodded slowly. Okay, she could maybe kinda see that. "Besides, you were celebrating the end of the camps, and I figured you should. You earned it." Forcing a smile, she waved her hand in a vague gesture. "It's okay, I dragged St. Teresa along with me. Believe it or not, she even stuck around the whole time, and didn't call me names once. Maybe it goes with the whole saint thing?" Okay, that was just weird and Kitty wasn't sure if it made her feel worse or better about the whole thing. Terry? She'd seriously taken Terry with her? "Maybe?" Kitty sort of half-agreed, still trying to work it out in her head. "You seriously took Terry?" she couldn't help but ask. It just sorta popped out, leaving her looking a little sheepish and feeling that way, too. But she met Yana's eyes in the mirror all the same and added, "Are you okay, though? I mean really okay?" Because if she wasn't, then the haircutting and coloring and what have you could wait. They could just talk or...whatever. She couldn't even really imagine what it all had to feel like, even if she was still thinking it was probably for the best. |
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| Magik | Mar 24 2014, 06:02 PM Post #45 |
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What IS an unseelie bitch, anyway?
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Why hadn't she asked Kitty to come with her? Part of her had wanted to, there was no doubt about that. Had wanted to tug the girl who, in one dimension or another, had always been her best friend out of the party, to take her along for moral support. Ultimately, though, she hadn't. Partly because she hadn't wanted to drag her away from the party - she'd earned it - and partly because... Well, if she'd had to explain? She wasn't sure she could've gone through with it at all. She explained as much, and Kitty seemed to understand. She hoped she did, anyway; she wasn't sure how much of the previous night she really understood, herself. Including why, when she'd decided against asking Kitty to come along, she'd immediately headed for Terry. Who, surprisingly enough, had not only come along, but who'd been...well, decent about the whole thing. Maybe it was a saint thing. She couldn't say as she knew any others to use as a basis for comparison. "Maybe?" her former roommate said, sounding as uncertain as she felt. "You seriously took Terry?" Illyana let out a soft snort of laughter at the incredulous note in the other girl's voice, then grinned crookedly. "Yeah. I'm still trying to figure that out, myself. It was one of those 'it made sense at the time' things, y'know?" It had worked out, though, and Terry - well, she hadn't asked any questions, or expected her to talk about it. She'd just...come along. Kitty's eyes were meeting hers in the mirror, though, as the brunette apparently moved on from trying to process her odd choice of moral support. "Are you okay, though? I mean really okay?" Shrugging a little, Illyana confided, "I'm telling myself I am? That's close enough, right?" Sighing, she shook her head, and when she continued, her voice was softer. "I mean, I know Forge was right - I'm really not ready to be a mom. Not now." She paused a moment, then added, "Maybe not ever, y'know? I'm not exactly the stuff great moms are made of." Unless, of course, you really wanted the kids to grow up heirs to a hell dimension, but she left that unsaid. It wasn't like Kitty didn't know it already. Instead, she shrugged a little. "It turned out it wasn't even Jamie's. Moira did the test, figuring I might change my mind and want to know. So..." her voice trailed off and she blinked hard, trying to hold back the suspicious dampness that probably heralded yet another crying jag. She'd done more than enough of that already. Still, there was one question she desperately wanted to ask, so when she reopened her eyes, she met Kitty's in the mirror. "I did the right thing, right? I figure I probably did - it sucks too much to be the wrong one." |
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