Summary:Isis brings news of the Rasputin cosmonaut to the only Rasputins she knows. A rescue mission is launched. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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It's late, late at night. After the witching hour. A time when most people are asleep, but not all. New York is a city that never sleeps after all.
Two sleepers in Willow Place, might find their dreams slightly disturbed. Something touching the edge of their dreams. Which is highly likely to cause concern for at least one of them. It is however, a touch both are familiar with - one more than the other. A touch of a … friend …
Who is soon standing next to Piotr shaking him.
"Piotr, Piotr, wake up, wake up, wake up."
She's not quiet and the way her voice carries will wake others. Who might well be wondering where the fire is. Particularly given the unsettled emotions that are rolling through the house at the moment.
In that deep REM slumber of Piotr Rasputing, all is not going well.
Currently, the large mutant spread eagle in a large rack, his metallic form glistening in the red-hued haze of Limbo. And on the ground, dressed in all her demon glory, Illyana Rasputina is smiling with glee. "Thank you for the breather, brat." she purrs with a sneer as she warps the metallic skin of the massive mutant with a touch, twisting and rusting the armor into it's own Eldritch version. "You did so well with my pet, and gave me everything I want."
She pulls hard on a leash, and Keiko comes to her side like an obedient animal on all fours. She carries Elena on her back. "And now, to crown the new princess.."
Illyana touches the banded armor of Piotr's chest, ripping it back with a screech of metal as she grabs Piotr's heart and pulls it out, shaping it into a crown to place on Elena's head. The blood touches her brow, and Elena takes on a demonic appearance.. and before Piotr can scream…
Piotr's attentions are snapped by a familiar voice. He snaps around, the dream breaking as he draws in several low and shallow breathes. "Wha.. who.." It's been seven years, but his mind finally makes the connection.
"What is it Isis??"
Illyana Rasputina doesn't usually sleep. She literally goes most of a week without it, which is probably one of the reasons she's often prickly. But after going so long *without* sleep recently, she's crashed out hard when Isis arrives. She's also got privacy Wards up on her room, so she doesn't hear Isis' voice but the emotions that roll out from the feline mutant do start to rattle her awake.
Clawing her way out of her own deep sleep, leaving dreams behind, Illyana sits up in bed and just blinks a bit before slipping out of bed and padding to the door. She's in an oversized T-shirt and sleep shorts, and a pair of demons trail behind her. One with a long, sinuous body sliding out from under the bed and another of a more impish type hopping down from the vanity. She's still not really awake, and as she opens the door, now voices can be heard.
Sam Guthrie is completely oblivious at first. He doesn't have the same sensitivities as some of the others, nor the same connections. He tosses and turns a bit at the sound of the voices, but his brain doesn't quite register them as particularly panicked or alerting yet, the lean mutant clutching at his blanket and wrapping it around him as he rolls.
Eventually, though, the noise does get to him and he pushes himself up, his blonde hair tousled. He pulls on a pair of drawstring pants, barefoot as he pads out into the hall just in time to see Illyana, "What in tarnation…?"
To be honest, Isis hadn't paid a lot of attention to Piotrs dream but she caught enough to know it was *not good*. She's still shaking the big man when he comes awake.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up…" Oh he's awake. "I have a question I need you to answer. Where are we?"
And there's the bright shiny that Nicks always worried about. Isis is quick and fast and intelligent but easily distracted.
"You look different. What happened? Do you have a brother who looks a lot like you?"
"Mikhail? His mama told stories about Baba Yaga…"
Illyana and Sam can hear all that. She stops, looks to the door and sniiiiifffss. "Illyana is here! Illy, Illy, come in come in. Who else is with you. He smells familiar."
No sense of decorum.
Stirred from his sleep, Piotr is slow to rise, even if he is alert. Dressed only in a pair of sleep pants, the large Russian easily takes up almost all of the bed. "We are im Illyana's. She is…" then he pauses when Isis speaks up. "Here." he says. And then lifts a brow at Isis. "How did you get here?" he asks her in confusion. He'd certainetly remembered her coming to bed.
And then she speaks of his brother, and Piotr pales, as he suddenly grabs Isis, looking at her incrediously as he holds onto the front of her shirt. "What do you know of Mikhail?!" he demands, sudden concern and excitement rising in his voice.
Of course, he hasn't bothered to considered how awkward this would look to Sam and Illyana…. much less Keiko.
Illyana Rasputina *knows* that voice. She groans, looking over at Sam. "Isis. Why am I not surprised? Dreams. I'm going to have to create Wards against Dreams that don't drive everyone in the house crazy." Because the mind still needs to dream. Maybe she can just shunt anyone trying to come through the area through the dimensional weakness in the basement and into some sort of cage.
The blonde is already thinking how to do that when she knocks on Piotr's door. She's not going to take Isis' invitation alone as cause to enter. You never know when he and Keiko might have made up! But as Piotr's voice rises, she curses and opens the door.
Light from the hallways spills over the two in Piotr's bed, Illyana's brow furrowing. "Mikhail?" She knows she *has* an older brother, but she's never known him. Seeing Piotr has a fairly tight hold on Isis, the sorceress scrambles over towards them. "Careful Piotr! Fragile kitty!" She might give her brother the hairyeyeball.. if she didn't know Isis.
Sam Guthrie knows that Illyana's the proper person to try and calm her brother down, so he doesn't get in between that particular situation. He kind of hovers back a bit and continues to wipe the sleep from his eyes, feeling a little dopey still.
"Yeah, I used to like dreams, but now I think I'd be happier if I just slept like a big ol' rock. Do you think the Thing has dreams?"
Isis lets out a howl of indignation as Piotr grabs her, her claws extending reflexivly. It's totally indignation with no fear lacing it - just ingore that empathic broadcast that comes from her. "Through your dream. I 'Travelled'." She actually struggles against the large mans grip. "Piotr let me go … what happened to you, you look … old."
Because to the nineteen year old, he truly does.
"Oh right, yeah, Mikhail." she's focussed again, but for how long is a very good question. "Illy. Sam? What are you doing here? Are you two…" Of course she's no idea what has befallen the trio. "Ummm. Mikhail. I found him in a dream when I was hunting in the Dream Dimension. He told me he was your brother. He needs help, he's dying."
She pauses, still held by the shirt front and looks amongst the trio. "Don't tell Nick I was hunting, alright?"
"I should tell Nick that you are invading dreams without permission!" Piotr is agitated. Not at Isis, that much is obvious, even if he shifts to his steel form when the claws come out, and that eldritch armor snaps into place on his right arm. Pushing to his feet, it's finally Illyana that manages to calm the large Russian down as he drops Isis and frowns. "Long story. No time. What of Mikhail?" keep Isis on task is rule one.
"Not worry about them. They will help. Mikhail." he growls, agitation returning again.
"You found Mikhail in the dream realm and he's dying?" Illyana asks, suddenly suspicious. Since y'know, they just *did* a dream-realm rescue. Then her mind backs up. "Was he *in* the dream realm or you just found his dreams? Nnngh." Pushing off of the bed she climbed on to calm Piotr down, she mutters under her breath in demonic before finally lapsing back to English. "I'm not getting back to sleep again, am I?"
Even though Illyana is much more inclined to take this a bit more slowly than the last time, one look at Piotr says they're gonna be Full Steam Ahead. She gestures over at Sam with one hand, Piotr with the other, and snaps both her fingers as she changes them out of pajamas. There is a bit of a Limbo spin on their attire, but it's not *too* outrageous.
Sam looks down at his newfound clothing, a bit of his usual flight-suit style X-men gear, albeit with a red and black color scheme as opposed to his usual yellow and black. Also, he has very cool looking sunglasses instead of his dorky goggles. He tries not to take it as a fashion critique.
"I really hope we don't get trapped in another dimension again. I mean, we just got back. We definitely need to take a vacation," he says but then nods, "But if it's your brother, it's your brother. We'll do what we gotta do."
flump The feline-like mutant drops to the floor as Piotr releases her, pulling herself up and looking at the trio. "You all look like shit. What happened?" beat "Do you have food? I'm starving." How Isis manages to stay so rail thin is a very good question. She eats everyone out of house and home.
The cats ears on her head, twitch this and that as the questions start coming from the three of them.
"Yes, yes. Mikhail in the dream realm and he's dying. I think." It's like someones fed her cat nip or just a lot of caffeine. Piotrs agitation though, out of all of them, affects her the most and once he's dressed by Illyana, the woman crawls into his lap. Because that will totally help. Her, at least.
Illyana asks the right questions and Isis nods. "I found a dream in the dream dimension. It looked interesting so I … uh … slipped into it. There was a man in a space ship, that was going through something. The ship was breaking up and he was doing something with energy." That might sound plausible to the three.
"Said his name was Lieutenant Mikhail Rasputin. A Cosmonaut of the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics." It sounds like she's committed the details to memory. Given her background and what she was made for, that's a possibility. "I changed his dream, gave him something nice instead of him dying. It was a field, he said it was Russia. There was boy by the shed in the distance. Said he was Piotr."
"He's not dead though. He's dreaming. Dead people can't do that." beat "Trapped in another dimension?" Sam gets a look from the young woman. "I … think I can find the dream again. Show you where I think he is… but I didn't know how to save him."
Which is why she is here, clearly. They all got that right?
Piotr is standing, and when Isis climbs him, he sets her on his shoulder. He can bear the woman's slim frame easily in this form. Or even in his human form. Just ignore the heavy changes to his armor, as he's dressed in a pair of leather pants, boots, and nothing else. He wasn't wearing a shirt when he went to bed. Bare-chested Piotr for everyone.
"That was.. years ago." Piotr frowns. "When there was still Soviet Union. Before Illyana." Hell, nearly before him. But he knows it, he remembers it at least.
"He is not in another dimension. Reality? Time travel?" he asks curiously - because he just went up seven years in a flash. "We will need to be careful. Dangerous." he rumbles as he looks at Isis, and then his sister and her beau. "I remember field. It was when he said goodbye. I missed him. But promised I would be good brother. Proud of him. Follow his exploits.."
And then his expression saddens, but there's a darkness to it. "Government say he die. In space flight. Like Lakita. Like Vladimir Komarov." he scowls openly now. "Could be trap. Someone pull memory. /Belasco/ pulled memory." His soul was bare for seven years, after all.
Illyana Rasputina rubs at the back of her neck as Isis relates her story and blows out a long breath. "OK, so he might *not* be *in* the dream." Yeah, someone's a bit dream-shy at the moment. The sorceress shakes her head as Isis says she might be able to find his dream again. "Shouldn't be necessary, but I'm gonna need to step back to Limbo. He's my brother. We share blood. That's one of the strongest sympathetic links there is." But she's going to need more power that she has access to here, as well as her scrying crystal.
With a wave of one arm Illyana summons a stepping disk and turns towards it before pausing. She looks back to Piotr and shakes her head. "You don't have to come." Because it's Limbo. The hell he's been trapped in for the better part of a decade.
"Of course he's gonna come. It's your brother," Sam says. "Hell, I'm comin' and he's not even mine, but he's yours and that's good enough for me. Ain't like I can talk about goin' off half-cocked. I ain't even sure my powder's dry from the last time, but hell with it. Put me in coach, I'm ready to play."
"Oh, you just meant to Limbo. Never mind. But yeah, I mean, uh…go, team?"
As Piotr sets Isis on his shoulder, she has to duck. It's different now to how it was when he saved her. He's taller, much much taller and so is she. It's only barely that Isis doesn't get brained on the ceiling. "Hey!" With a rub of her ears against his cheek, the hyperactive feline-mutant scrambles down.
"He showed me where he was." She says she drops to the ground. "I don't know where. Might be another dimension. The dream dimension touches many, not just ours." She was made to do a specific thing and trained her whole life for that.
When the disk opens, her grey/blue slitted eyes fix on Illyana. She doesn't ask but 'her too?'. Illyana had *rules* about that when they were in school.
On the heels of Sams comment, there's a warm type of emotion in the air. "The X-Men became my family when they took me from AIM. Blood is blood but sometimes there's a stronger bonds."
"He was nice to me. Reminded me of you, Piotr. A lot. In looks and the way that he sounds."
"They need to see that the heir stands with the Queen." Keiko told Piotr what Illyana had said and done. And he needs to see his role through on it, or the demons may always see Illyana as soft for not killing him, Keiko and Elena.
When Isis ducks down, there's a frown. He'd forgotten about his changes. And hers. As far as family goes?
That part still smarts at the moment, after recent comments and unresolved arguments.
There's a slight wince from Illyana as Piotr speaks. *She* hasn't had a chance to talk with him about doing that, let alone why. "Well, I'm not planning on parading us through the castle or anything." But demons tend to lurk just about everywhere in Limbo.
Sam gets a Look, Illyana brows rising at that, and a faint smirk curls her lips. "Well, we might be going straight from there so yeah. You're coming. You owe me." She says dryly. She's not really holding that over his head. He'll castigate himself all on his own over getting them stuck in Liveworld.
Then Illyana is stepping through the disk and into Limbo. It's a tangible change. You can feel it in the air, like a change in pressure or something terrible breathing down your neck. For Illyana, it's familiar. It's home. They're in one of her work rooms, a large multi-faceted crystal hanging in the air and slowly spinning on its long access. The room is all stone. From floor to walls, bookshelves around the perimeter where there aren't floor-to-ceiling windows that look out over the blasted landscape. No glass, just punched openings. There is no magic circle carved into the floor. That's a different room.
A wave of her hand and the crystal lights up from within, the facets shimmering and then reflecting the room back like mirrors. As she walks towards it, small stepping disks appear like floating stairs that the blonde walks up until she's standing above it. A knife appears in one hand, and she draws it across her palm, turning that over the crystal to let the blood drip down and slide over the many facets and down towards the floor.
Sam Guthrie just watches it all and tries to seem nonchalant. He mostly fales and actually goes pale a bit at the sight of the sliced palm, "Magick's so damn nasty sometimes," he says, shaking his head and crossing his arms over his chest as he stands guard over Illyana as best he can and tries not to get in her way at hte same time.
Isis blinks at Piotr."Her heir? What happened to you?" She's asked that before and she'll ask it again. "Is that why your armour looks so different?" Oy Vey. She's not going to let up, is she?
Then they're through. The feline-like mutant starts to stalk around the room. Like a cat surveying a new area. It's a good thing that Illyana lights up that crystal, it draws Isis' attention again and she skulks over. So very tempted to just bat bat at the thing. So pretty.
As she scry's the imagery starts appearing. A rocky, barren wasteland. The wrecks of at least three different ships are scattered about in pieces. On the edges, a man. It's hard to tell how old - he's not in good shape - but there's a familiar caste to his features. Piotr will recognise him without a doubt.
"That's him… Mikhail." Isis says quietly, slitted cats eyes watching the colours as they play.
It's another dimension but one that's accessible. Dangerous. But then, what isn't these days?
Piotr knows this room. He couldn't access it like his sister could - he doesn't share her teleportation powers. "I don't want to talk about it." comes the Russian's response to Isis, and when she continues, he snaps. "Be quiet!" he's frustrated, it shows. He didn't want to be back here this soon.
Or ever, really.
Then there's the images, and Piotr's eyes widen. "Starshiy brat." he whispers, and then glances to Illyana. "That's him." She's seen some old pictures of him around the house.
But the next step is up to them.
The stepping disk 'platform' that Illyana's standing on moves, bringing her back down to floor-level as she twists a length of cloth around her cut palm while her gaze is on the turning crystal. Each large facet captures Mikhail from a different angle, a different distance, turning it into a collage of the brother Illyana's never known. But blood apparently, calls to blood.
"I can open a portal and monitor from this side." Illyana says, looking over to Piotr. She's not a *fan* of having him go first, or without her, but obviously the last thing they need is for her to get stuck somewhere again. "Hell, we might be able to toss a note through and get him to just walk through." That seems to amuse her for some reason. "Grab hold of Isis, would you? I don't want her jumping through." As though she can't be trusted to listen.
Turning away from the crystal, but keeping it still in vision, Illyana raises a hand. There isn't the sudden flare of the stepping disk that usually occurs. This time, it *slowly* spins open, larger and larger until there's an eight foot tall two-dimensional disk of light opening a doorway from Limbo to Mikhail.
As noted, there's the wreck of at least 3 ships scattered over a square mile or so. It's hard to say for certain since it would take a master of jigsaw puzzles to even know where to start trying to put them together. Some of the wreckage looks a little more recent in that it's less scoured and taking shelter in, or rather under, one such piece is a man wearing a battered and torn Russian cosmonaut's suit minus the helmet. He's lying down out of the wind with an assortment of canned supplies scattered about. There's very few empty ones anywhere nearby. The man himself doesn't seem to move though he's still alive. No thanks to the piece of shrapnel spearing his shoulder.
Cannonball's scouting, since that's probably the best use of him. He jets overhead the debris, trying to spot signs of anyone alive. He doesn't know what Mikhail looks like, per se, but he's seen the siblings enough to have a general sense. Plus, how many living cosmonauts is he likely to come across here?
Don't answer that question.
"I think I see him," he says, descending slowly in a corona of power, his blast field remaining up just in case, "Boy, I hope you speak English, big guy. You Mikhail Rasputin?" he asks cautiously.
When he's told he's going to have to go alone, Piotr draws in a breath and glances aside at Illyana. At least he doesn't have to say 'don't leave me trapped there this time.'. As he approaches the portal, he glances to Isis and Sam. "Keep a hold on her, Sam. It will be a short journey, I hope." He closes his eyes, and shifts from his steel from back to his human form, feeling the sudden and hard pull of Limbo on his skin for him to stay and serve the Queen.
There's a grunt at his own thoughts on the matter, and then he steps through the portal, grunting at the pull of the magicks on his skin. "Nu ti dajosh!" he exclaims as he comes through the portal, nearly falling to his knee before he pulls himself up to his full seven foot plus height. He's dressed in a pair of black leather pants, boots, and no shirt. Because he wasn't expecting to be going after his big brother /right now/.
His hands clench at his side in apprehension of this being a trap as he looks over the wreckage and frowns. He can read the cans. He can see the wreckage, but it is Mikhail that he focuses on. Just as Sam rockets overhead and he curses vehemthly in Russian. "« You were supposed to wait! »"
Then, he calls out, because he didn't expect Sam here - and where Sam is, there will quickly be an Isis following, and he braces in case he has to catch her.
Piotrs snapping at Isis has the desired effect, her mouth snaps shut with audible click. A wave of hurt and confused emotion washes out over all present. It's so very, very strong. Piotr has never spoken to her like that and she's stung.
Then the portal is opening and Illyana mentions her name. The feline-like mutant is definitely sulking though and avoids any hands that try to grab her. "That's him!" she leaps through, ready to bound over to the downed man, past Piotr and Sam without even blinking an eyebrow.
"Mikhail. I told you we would come …"
Hopefully this isn't a trap or there are any predators on this world to make this more difficult. Wait, what's that howl in the distance. The one that is getting closer.
Illyana Rasputina doesn't try to call Sam back. With his blast field it's really tough to do any harm to him. Unless there's some sort of environmental attack. Like gas. Or radiation. Piotr too, is well-defended against most trouble. Unless it's aimed at your heart and soul. Isis… is squishy, and Illyana swears under her breath as the impulsive feline darts through the stepping disk that the sorceress holds open despite it wanting to snap closed.
Sound doesn't cross the event horizon of the disk, so nothing she tries to say to them is going to help but her scrying crystal will at least let her hear what they're saying.
At the sound of voices, Mikhail opens his eyes and looks up at Sam. He's been staying still, trying to conserve his strength for… Well, for nothing. Just to try to stay alive a little longer because that's what he does. "Ah, another dream." he mutters in Russian. "But not as nice this time." And more painful. How inconsiderate of reality to intrude on his dreams. "Da, I speak English." he answers, albeit with a heavy accent, humoring the figment of his imagination.
Sam Guthrie nods, "Yeah, I get where you might be comin' from. Been in this sort o' situation myself, although probably not as long as you. Even just a little bit was plenty rough. Just hold tight a minute, we got company comin'. Good company, though." he says. He doesn't try to explain too much. All of it's above his pay grade. He's just there to keep company and kick ass if asses need kicking.
"/Isis/." Piotr frowns, but she's scrambling away, and of course, as the one that upset her, he's not going to be able to get close to her at the moment. "This is no dream." he switches to Russian for his brother as he approaches. "Starshiy brat." Big brother. Though he looks so much older than Mikhail as he approaches, the tattoos of his right side and along his arm on display.
"Illyana cannot keep portal open very long. We must return. Can you stand?" he asks, prepared to carry Mikhail if he needs to. Then he hears the noise off in the distance and he frowns. Back to English, his gaze narrows. "Sam, you need to get Isis out of here. We will be behind."
"Not a dream. They're going to take you home with them." Isis' ears prick as the howl sounds again. This time it's echoed by one from the other side of them. She sniffs, cats eyes taking the environment in. "Smells funky. We need to go." She says to the other two.
The claws extend from Isis fingers again as the howls grow louder. They can't see what they belong to, but they probably don't want to.
It's Mikhails pain that nearly undoes the recalcitrant feline. Her empathy seeps out, a gentle wash of emotion, trying to soothe the harsh edges she's feeling. "Illyana is waiting to see you. Piotr, Sam, carry him… Hurry, hurry, they grow near."
Sams the first to see it, the huge hulking outline of a beast as it rounds an outcropping and heads inexorably towards them. They have time to avoid, if they move now.
You know what sucks? Being able to see trouble coming for those Illyana cares about and not being able to do a damned thing to help. She doesn't want to try to open another portal, not with the weird interference she's getting to start with. Raising both of her hands, her eyes narrow and the line of her shoulders tightens as she works on moving the portal on their end. What is normally almost effortless now is like pushing a boulder uphill. Through mud. Sweat breaks out on her brow as she watches them through the crystal. "C'mon, c'mon, cmon…."
More voices, one semi-familiar. Oh, yes. The cat girl. But the other one… "Papa? You are young again. I am glad I could see you again before… How is Mother?" Mikhail considers the question a moment then says "I will stand." Not 'I can stand.' but 'I will stand.' But the attempt sends a wave of pain shooting through his arm and shoulder. "With help."
Sam Guthrie frowns and quickly rummages through the wreckage until he finds some old but thick canvas straps, the kind they used to hold ballast in place on launches. For all that it's been through, it's still damn strong. It's going to have to be. Sam pulls some of the netting over his head and tosses the length back towards Piotr and Mikhail, "Grab on and hold tight with them superhuman arms o' yours. Don't drop your brother. I'm gonna grab Isis and we're all gonna cannonball straight the hell outta this place. Illyana, keep that portal wide, I'm comin' in hot and fast!" he says, the blast field intensifying. He'll wait until Mikhail and Piotr grab ahold…and then he's going to take off and drag them in his wake…
"Not Papa." Piotr corrects. Now is not the time to cry with joy. That Mikhail has been found. No, now is the time to get the hell out of here. "Mladshiy brat, Mikhail Nikolaievitch." And with that said, he stoops down, picking up the wounded Russian cosmonaut as things are closing in. "Back to the portal!" he yells to the others, shifting to move to get in Sam's blast field as he comes by, and grabs a hold to be yanked along by him, his other arm keeping a tight grip on his brother.
It's good plan by Sam. As he cannonballs, it picks up detritus laying around. Both Piotr and Mikhail are going to have to protect from being hit by that.
"What!?" Isis turns just as Sam grabs her collar and draws her close, his arm wrapping about her waist, holding her like one might hold a hissing and spitting cat. Which is just as well, because the feline-like mutant doesn't like to manhandled and by the time the group cannonballs through the portal, she's worked herself into a feline ball of rage.
The detritus is drawn through the portal as the group lands on the ground. Some pieces hitting the bookcases and the platform the crystal sits on.
"Put me down!" the feline-like mutant wriggles and squirms. Sam might need to toss her if she doesn't want to get bit.
As soon as everyone's through the portal, Illyana lets it snap closed. She's feeling way more exhausted and drained from that than she should and she sure as hell can't let that show here. There's a wince as her workroom takes the brunt of their entry but she'll deal with that later. She only waits long enough for them to come to a full stop and then she's opening another disk at their feet to teleport them back to the main floor of their home. Because Piotr doesn't want to be here and Illyana doesn't want to start of trying to explain it to Mikhail.
Also, she's pretty sure Isis might wander off and get lost, and then what would she tell Nick?
Mikhail isn't in any condition to argue about being carried though as he feels the energy start, he flashes back to the trip through the rift and starts struggling. "Nyet!" Given it's Colossus holding him, that does little more than sending new waves of pain through him. Fortunately, he's too weak to absorb the energy and negate Sam's flight or they'd still be right where they started.
As they come through the portal and prepare for the crash landing, Piotr lets go of Sam and wraps both arms around Mikhail. "Brace!" he yells as he shifts to the steel form he's more accustomed to, and he uses himself as the shield for the pair of them to slam into the ground and slide along, before crashing into a case and coming to a stop. "Illyana!" he rumbles as he gets up. "Open a portal to safe house!"
He does not want Mikhail exposed to Limbo. And if he is, for the shortest time possible. The demons do not need to know that there is a /third/ Rasputin.
Sam Guthrie tries to provide as much cushion as he can, wanting to hold the blast field together so that the others will somewhat land -in- it when they come colliding in behind him. Of course, he might get a little squished in the process, but that's the way the cookie crumbles.
Once they impact, he'll let Isis go but, until he's sure they're safely landed, he's going to hold on tight as he can, even if he gets a few scratches in the process. He's wrassled a wild animal a time or twom ge can handle it.
"Put me down." Poor Sam is scratched up a bit as the next portal opens and they're all dumped on the floor in the new house. In Piotrs room.
When she's loose, Isis springs to perch on the end of the bed and perches, a slightly feral look in her eyes. A reminder of what she what she really was. Little more than animal at times. Breathing heavily in takes a few moments for the rage to pass enough for her to be human. "Do we need to call a doctor or something? How is he?"
She's not moving and she's not going anywhere near Sam, for a while.
"Mikhail?" Piotr, Illyana and Sam can probably take it from here.
Mikhail's not going to be answering. Between blood loss, deprivation, dehydration and a the somewhat rough landing, he's passed out. A doctor would probably be a good idea. Or a hospital.
"Get one of the doctors from the Institute. We cannot let this get out publically." That, to Sam and Isis. "I will stay here with him." Piotr responds. He'll tend to his brothers wounds.. and probably sleep on the couch downstairs, unless Keiko allows him to stay with her.
Because that's not dangerous.
Sam Guthrie sighs. He would feel better if people would see doctors. Would trust the team. Would, y'know, not get caught up in extradimensional capers that end up with comatose people bleeding out in their (newly refurbished, much of it by Sam's own hand) house.
Such such as it is.
"I'm gonna go get some bactine," he says, raising an eyebrow at Isis. "Here's hopin' I don't get cat scratch fever. I never was much of a Ted Nugent fan."
"I'll call them…" Isis answers and takes Piotrs from the bedstand. It won't be long before one of the Institute doctors arrive and sees to Mikhail.
She doesn't say anything to Sam about the scratches. Maybe later she'll make nice - not that he'll like it and it might get her scruffed by Illyana as well.
There's a call placed to Nick. He'll come get her at some point. He's used to that. For now though, Isis curls on the foot of the bed and dozes off.