Summary:Illyana decides to do her version of sit around and watch something entertaining. In this case, that's the God of Fear. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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Outside it is warm, Summer hasn't dared release its wicked grip upon the weather of the year, denying Autumn its encroaching time and instead inflicting warm humid weather upon the world in a way that has the newspapers griping and the weather prognosticators getting more than their fair share of grief.
It was bad enough outside at NYU that not even the token hippy kids were playing with their hackey sacks, nor were the drama nerds doing that Ultimate Frisbee thing. Instead people took what shelter they could. Air conditioning was a great form of comfort. Other people napped as they could. Long chilly showers helped out. But one of the best things to beat the heat… was the pool.
And the Warriors just so happened to have one all their own. Olympic sized, up on the second floor. A miracle of modern engineering in truth, twenty years ago people couldn't do that. But now with low weight high strength polymers it was easy. And Alexander Aaron, fresh from classes and free of time before the sun sets… he's making full use of that pool. Wearing nothing more than a tight blue speedo that leaves nothing to the imagination, he tilts his head one way, then the other, neck crackling faintly.
The water splashes around him as he dives cleanly off the low diving board, flowing into the water with barely a ripple like a dolphin disappearing beneath the waves. He comes up cleanly, executing a smooth and steady breast stroke as he makes his way across the pool, to one end… then kicks off and rushes back the other direction.
Having checked off one of the things in her ever-growing to-do list, Illyana decided she deserved a bit of a reward and most of the people she'd amuse herself with were busy with school and work. Which is what brings the blonde hell lord to the Warrior's HQ. She's brought a comfortable chair to sprawl in and a pair of iced coffees. In her lap? A big bowl of popcorn. She wasn't there when Alex dived in and swam towards the far end, but when he kicks off from the second wall, there she is. As though she'd always been there and he somehow missed her.
In deference to the heat, she's not wearing her usual leather and the lack of all that black is rather striking. She's got on shorts and a too-large T-shirt that looks like she stole it from someone else, bare feet and a bare smattering of jewelry.
Illyana tosses one of the popped kernels up, then tilts her head back to try to catch it in her mouth. Sadly, she's not so good at this game and it bounces off of her nose and down back into the bowl. She scowls at it, like it's the popcorn's fault.
With that particular stroke he likely doesn't see her until he reaches that end of the pool and then rests his hands on the lip of it, the waves sloshing around him. He lifts his head out of the water and shakes it, golden hair slick back from his handsome features as he bobs there for an instant… and then he sees her.
"Illyana?" Surprise, slightly furrowed brow as he wipes a hand at his eyes though not because he thinks he's seeing things, probably just the water getting in his eyes. "The heck are you doing here?" He pulls himself forward enough to rest his arms on the edge of the pool, his body glistening and his biceps tensing a little as he _pulls_ himself up and out of the water sitting sideways on the edge.
"Were we supposed to meet and hang out or something and I forgot?" Since he's not the best at using his phone these days.
"I think 'what the HELL are you doing here' might be more appropriate." Illyana jokes. "But I wouldn't have taken it amiss if you'd used 'Hades'. 'Heck' though! So proper." And somehow she makes that sound… dirty. It isn't helped by the grin she gives him, or the way she looks him over, as though her gaze is drawn by the the slide of water down over his skin.
"And nope, nothing planned." Illyana oh-so-benevolently lets him off the hook there. "I didn't feel like endlessly channel surfing looking for something to watch when you're right here." And by 'right here' she means wherever he happens to be. Because she apparently just shows up.
Illyana tilts her head towards the second iced coffee. "I brought you coffee. And I'm willing to share my popcorn so long as you don't put on a towel." There's an amusement that dances in her pale blue eyes. She knows she's being awful. That's as much the point as getting to watch a man with the literal body of a Greek god.
Turning to face her he leans an arm against the diving board and then _pushes_ himself to his feet, shaking his head a few times and spattering her with water as he grins, almost like some big golden retriever. "I like saying Heck. I use the others for more emphasis at duly needed times." See, a method to his madness. He grins crookedly and starts to walk around the board, planting a foot on the back of it again.
But as she elaborates about the reason for her being there he actually laughs a little and shakes his head, looking away and to the side, then back to her. And alright, he does blush a little as he says casually. "You know, would your boyfriend have something to say about this?" Since she did mention something about that when he first told her rather pointedly… they should never date.
He hops up onto the board and stretches again a little, tilting left and right and then bringing one knee up to his chest. To be fair, Alexander does… have a youthful form decidedly muscular and with a fencer's physique. And the lines of his limbs does lend itself to the classical statues one might find for the ancient Greek ideals.
But it's doubtful that Achilles ever blushed as he did.
"You know you could go swimming too, right? That could be fun."
As Alexander shakes himself, pelting her with droplets of water, Illyana cries out in mock outrage, putting up her hands to fend off the 'deluge'. "Alex! You're getting the popcorn wet!" Priorities, man!
When that blush creeps over him (it's not like it's got anywhere to hide), Illyana's grin widens and her eyes narrow a bit, crinkling at the edges with her mirth. It's more of a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin, but at least it's not that predator's grin she usually gives someone. It fades a bit into a small smile as she mentions her boyfriend and there's a slight sigh. "He'd never begrudge me enjoying the sights. But he got stuck on a classified 'no visitors allowed' assignment for some indefinite period. We'll see where we're at when he comes back." So, technically a break-up, right? "If it really bothers you, I'll stop." She says, her tone more serious instead of mocking. She enjoys putting people off balance, but she likes Alex, so making him truly uncomfortable isn't something she's interested in.
"Were you really having fun?" She says, giving him a 'be honest here' sort of look. "Or were you cooling off and focused on getting some exercise in?"
"Oh, terribly sorry, can't have that popcorn getting wet. Pip-pip cheerio and all that, wot." Alexander says as he steps out onto the edge of that diving board, affecting an overly-cultured accent but a terribly egregious one the likes of which even Dick Van Dyke would shake his head sadly at. Bouncing a few times on the end of the board to get it going with a steady thrum—-tharummmm-thaRURUMMM! And only then does he /leap/ into the air, twisting a few times through a series of gyrations and then pulls his legs and arms in to /SPLASH!/ into the water, sending a nice big wave out of the pool and a big spatter of droplets allllll ovver her and likely the popcorn.
He eventually reemerges, surfacing with a wild effusive grin as he swims over. "No it doesn't bother me," He grins about her looking at him, and then he adds. "But I'm having fun /now./" That's for sure.
Illyana isn't quite so wet as the proverbial drowned cat, but the look she gives is certainly in line with the death glare of the feline persuasion. The slight quirk of her lips gives her away though.
The popcorn is set aside, because chlorine is not a good flavor additive and she stands up, shaking some of the water off. Her housemates are going to wonder why the overstuffed chair is wet later.
Between one step and the next, eldritch flames crawl over her skin as she changes out her casual attire for a swimsuit. In the white bikini it's certainly more skin than she usually shows. Pale, as would be expected from someone from Siberia and then compounded by living most of her life somewhere without a sun. The lights glint off a few old, old scars. Those she got when she learned to fight, before becoming Belasco's apprentice.
Stepping over to the edge of the pool, Illyana lifts a hand and a globe of water rises from the body of the pool. A twist of her wrist and she arches a brow at Alex, another smirk curving her lips, and then makes a throwing gesture to send it flying his way.
As those little spheres start to float into the air, Alexander grins wider still and then /kicks/ off the wall away from her, forcing her to track a moving target, only for those spheres to follow after him and start pelting him with /splash and splash and splash!/
His laughter echoes around the room, good-natured and filled with joy as he submerges, trying to outswim her spell even as the spheres sploosh into the water after him, pelting him a bit underwater…
Until he surfaces and holds up one hand straight with the other horizontal, still laughing, "Ok ok time out time out!" SPLOOSH! into the face. A deep breath is taken as he sputters a little spout of water and shakes his head, "See now to be fair, you look very nice too."
He pushes forwards, swimming back to her and floating just a few feet away, not quite looking at her in the way she might look at him… but appreciating her for the beauty she is.
Floating there in the deep end he kicks the water to stay afloat and says, "Honestly, Illyana… I… I kind of like it that you find me attractive, and look at me like that. It's… kinda nice." He offers then he adds, "I worry that the person I love though doesn't see me quite like that. You know?"
It's rare that Illyana 'plays', and so she surprises herself as she ends up laughing a bit as she pulls those spheres of water from the larger body of the pool and chases Alex around with them.
When he calls a time-out (and more importantly, nails him solidly the one time), she relents and eases down to sit on the edge of the pool and dangle her feet in the cool water, kicking them idly. His compliment gets a chuckle and a tilt of her head. "Ever so polite." She says with a faint smile, as though complimenting his manners. She doesn't blush, but she does arch a brow at him, a bit amused as he looks at her, but some of that mirth fades as she admits: "My former Master enjoyed pretty things, so I'm not entirely sure if I was just lucky or if he influenced that. He was particularly fond of transformation spells." The term most often used to describe Illyana's appearance is 'angelic'. The pale skin, the gold hair, the pretty features. As long as one can ignore the eyes.
Alex's admission gets a blink of surprise from Illyana. "Are they blind?" She asks, entirely seriously.
"I am nothing if not that, my dear." Again with the hint of an accent, affected but the sentiment is fairly offered. He floats on over to be just in front of her, and he nods a little as she mentions that, and once again… her thoughts mirror ones he's had for himself in the past.
"I think I know what you mean." He pushes his hands over his hair, slicking the locks back out of his eyes as he continues to tread water, his arms floating atop the water again as he sprawls back a little to float, his head bobbing gently with the waves of water. "Part of me worries about how much me… would still be me, if my father wasn't part of my life. Or if Amatsu hadn't had a hand in things."
But then she offers the possibility that maybe Cassandra is blind, and he shakes his head. "Reasonably certain she's not…" Though his brow furrows a moment as if the possibility wasn't entirely zero. Then he shakes his head and tells her, "She had a hard upbringing… sort of like ours. In some ways. She might express it differently. But it's hard for me to know."
The sorceress kicks her feet idly in the water, and when Alex swims closer she raises one foot enough to spend some droplets winging his way, but nothing serious. Her palms rest on the edge of the pool, which makes her shoulders hunch a bit as she leans on them. "Look at us, complaining that we're so pretty." Illyana says, tone dryly sarcastic as she mocks them. It's another thing they have in common, eerie mirrors of each other in a way.
When Alex doesn't seem entirely certain, Illyana gives him a dubious look. "You're not *sure*?" She teases, before looking thoughtful for a few. "So 'hard' as in 'really beyond the norm'." The blonde nods. "Alright then. Hmm. Current social trends would say she could be asexual?" She was in High School last year. It came up in some of her classes. Gender and Sexuality. So much fun. "Does she know who you are?" The whole God of Fear bit. It tends to influence things.
"Mmmm," Alexander swims over and then plants his hands on the edge of the pool, then gracefully lifts himself up out of the water, legs held tight together at the knees and the ankles. He seems to focus for a moment and then eases forward into a handstand, legs lifting up and up until he's ramrod straight… with water dripping slooowly down those long legs and over his sides…
Only for him to complete the movement into an elegant walkover, rising effortlessly to his full height and then turning around. He sits on the edge of the pool next to her, slipping his feet back into the pool. "She is pretty great at what she does, and I mean… she's a person that does the amazing every day I've met her. So I wouldn't put it past her to one day be all, 'surprise, I'm blind too!' You ever know someone like that?" His lip twitches as he looks sidelong at her, but then shifts his gaze to the room in general, watching the way the pool refracts the light onto the ceiling in those odd shapes.
"But she might be. I'd still love her, I think. But she could be asexual. And I think she sort of knows who I am?"
He stops there for a moment and says, "She… has a hard time speaking, and making herself known. She was trained to…" He looks away and knits his brow, "Something in her language center, she can read a person. How they move and things. But it took away from her speech center. I think."
"Though yah she's seen me do some things. And I tried to tell her, she met my father. Punched him." As he says that he gets this… just warm smile and Illyana might well see the love there in his bright blue eyes.
Illyana Rasputina watches Alex as he does his hand-stand into walkover from being in the pool. Of *course* she watches. She still rolls her eyes a bit, smirking at him. "Showoff." The smile lingers though.
The blonde gets an honestly thoughtful look as Alex describes his ladylove and then shakes her head. "Mmmm, I don't think so. And I'm betting you're more than a bit love-drunk or something." She can't help but snort in amusement as Alex says she punched his dad. "And since you're not moping about I'm going to assume he didn't turn her into a smear on the far wall." That starry-eyed look gets another shake of her head. "Oh. You're a lost cause." She says, tsking softly.
Finally she shrugs a bit. "I dunno that I can offer too much insight. Sounds like a lotta variables involved."
Robbie decided to try and go swim for a little bit. Which is ironic, considering he turns into a freakin' fire vengeance demon thing. But, he's wearing swimg trunks that come down to his knees that are baggy and not fitted, but he has a physique that is perhaps slightly comparable to Phobos, but the Fear God has him beat in terms of attractiveness there.
The trunks have some flame decals that help make it more personable to Robbie, but he looks at Illyana and Phobos, tilting his head.
"Sup." He greets them. "Illyana. Is Alex trying to convince you to Join the Warriors or something?"
"Yah, seriously." Alexander admits it, guilty as charged as he shrugs a little but then he pushes himself to his feet. "I'm gonna go get dried off and changed, maybe…"
And then Robbie shows up, "Oh hey! Robbie, would you mind keeping Illyana company? I was about to step away. But I'll be back in a bit." He steps on over towards the iron stairwell that twists upwards. "Maybe we can order pizza or something."
That said he moves to put words into action.
Illyana Rasputina's head turns as Robbie enters the large room, a little damp from where Alex splashed her doing a cannonball earlier but otherwise dry. Aside from her feet that dangle in the pool where she sits at the edge wearing a white bikini. Her gaze shifts over to Alex as he suddenly has a reason to bail and she smirks at him. That's not suspicious at alllll.
"Nope, no recruiting pitch has been made. I just stopped by for the eyecandy as a reward to myself." Honestly, she was bored and the idea popped into her head and, occasionally being a creature of impulse she went ahead and acted on it.
Tilting a head over to where her drink is next to the overstuffed chair that, for some reason, sits in the room. With a bowl of slightly soggy popcorn sitting on it. "Wanna pass me my drink? You can have the other, since Alex hasn't snagged it yet."
"Heh, sure he didn't." Robbie didn't seem to believe Illyana that Alex hadn't made the pitch yet. "If he hasn't, Dwayne probably did. Anyway~." Robbie walked over to that overstuffed chair that Illyana had pointed out, bringing Illyana her drink but not the popcorn that sits there as well. "Here." He seems to have grabbed the other one for himself.
"Yeah, speaking of eye-candy." Robbie takes a moment to admire Illyana's form, but perhaps its done teasingly. I mean, its ONLY fair, right?
"So, how've you been?"
"I don't even know who Dwayne is." Illyana points out. She's probably going to drive whoever is in charge of security a bit nuts. Much like she does the SHIELD folks. Though she's got less reason to just pop in on them these days and WAND doesn't care as much. They're used to all sorts of things popping in. That's why their Wards are to prevent things like violence, more than just entry and exit.
While Illyana doesn't say 'thank you', she does give Robbie a small, quick smile as he brings her the iced coffee.
As Robbie admires, Illyana can't help but mention "You know I also come with horns and a tail, right?" Her tone is dry, but it doesn't sound like she's joking.
The question steals some of the humor about her, and she tilts her head back and forth in a so-so manner. "Took care of one problem, so, plus. After our last 'chat', been thinking hard about things so, minus." She glances over to him. "The having to think hard. Not so much you personally."
"You probably will, if you keep coming around here." Says Robbie somewhat snarkily, but when she tells him about the horns and tail, he chuckles. "Sexy." Robbie says with a light roll of his eyes before he seems to relax at the edge of hte pool, letting his feet and legs get into the water. But then he looks at Illyana as she speaks that she took care of a problem, but then references their last talk.
It didn't exactly go well the last time.
"Yeah? Good things or bad things?" Robbie asks her about her thought process with that. Was it wise to ask a Demon Queen on the positivity/negativity of her thoughts? Eh.
The light roll of his eyes gets him a bland look. "I'm not kidding." Illyana just shakes her head though, letting it go. She figures he's likely to have an image in his head that's exactly that and since she's not really interested in showing him her Darkchilde form, it's best to just drop it.
"That's pretty subjective." Illyana answers, sipping on the straw of her drink. "Mostly mulling over if I should just disappear from your life, because it's likely safer for you that way." She admits. "A friend of mine kinda figured I shouldn't make that decision for you, though."
Robbie looks at Illyana when she tells him he wasn't kidding and Robbie smirks. "Neither was I." Yes, he's going to tease her a bit, but he doesn't really want to see her demon form either. What if she looks like old and gaunt and….spits flames from her eyes or something? Creepy stuff.
When she seems to reveal that she was thinking about leaving his life permanently as a safer option for him, Robbie raises a brow at her before he chuckles. "Well, I'd prefer to keep you in my life. Besides, its not like my life isn't dangerous already. If anything, you provide a sense of humor for it."
He gives her a friendly smirk before he slips into the water, going under for a few moments before coming up for air.
"One of my friends spent weeks being tortured by a splinter lord named Nightmare. All his hopes and dreams turned to ash, his worst fears drug out and made real. Over and over." Illyana glances at Robbie. "Another got a sword through his chest. Barely missed his heart. Another's been slowly turning into a demon. So tell me again, that you really want me in your life, Robbie."
Illyana turns her attention down as he slips into the water, watching as he re-surfaces. "How do you keep your little brother safe from the trouble you bring? And if I'm around, how do you figure you'll keep him safe from the trouble *I* bring?" That's likely hitting a bit below the belt.
Robbie narrows his eyes. "One of my friends got his soul sacrificed to a demon. Another was sent back in time and forced to survive in a hellscape of a world." Robbie seems to smirk then. "You're going to need a bit more than that to scare me, Illyana. Though I do appreciate your efforts of trying to escape. Means I'm doing something right, I guess."
"Since you dared me, I'd like to keep you in my life." Robbie looks her in the eyes defiantly. "I keep him safe by burning holes inside the racial memory of demons everywhere not to fuck with me or mine." Robbie tells her with not arrogance or boldness in his tone, but he says it like its fact.
"It's really more of a binding than a sacrifice and time just runs differently there. Since it sounds like you were talking about me." Illyana replies with a bit of an edge to her words to go with the bitter smirk.
When he says how he does it, she leans towards him where he bobs in the water near her knees. "And you can *do* that with demons. Don't think you can do that to the things that I play with." Oddly, her words are almost more of an entreaty, rather than her usual mocking. "These beings are akin to *gods*, Robbie."
"I don't care what the difference is, Illyana. It happened." Of course, just like a demon to twist the words to their favor. But then she tries to scare him. Saying that the beasts she plays with are Gods. Then Robbie seems to easily push himself out of the water and right in her face.
"Vengeance falls to everyone. Even God wannabes." Robbie wasn't intimidated. Was he actually scared of anything? Probably a few. But it doesn't look like Illyana's going to be able to change his mind.
Most people would sit back when Robbie pushes into her personal space like that, but Illyana can't. The movement is sudden enough that it gets a snarl from her, her eyes flashing white and the curl of her lips showing the fangs that show up when she looses that tight control she keeps on herself. Her hand closes around his throat, the tips of her nails pressing against his skin but those are still human-blunt and she's not squeezing hard enough to even break the skin. It's as much to hold him from closing that last inch of space as any kind of threat.
Wearing just the swimsuit, it's easy to see the tension in her. The tight set of her shoulders, the shallowness of her breath that he can feel against his skin. After a moment, her lips are pressed down into a hard line and the burning white dims enough to see the hints of blue in her eyes. "Back. Off." Robbie isn't someone Illyana considers 'hers'. That means he's still a potential threat, and things like sudden movements into her space set off her demonic instincts.
Robbie sits up out of the pool and suddenly the fiesty demon Russian brings her hand around his throat, Robbie is surprised by this action, but when she shows her fangs and other demonic features, Robbie exhales and suddenly his eyes blaze with Hellfire.
Its a standoff. Physically, Robbie was MUCH stronger than her. But she had magic, something that can definitely keep him from tearing her to pieces, should they come to actual blows. He won't give her the penance stare, even if this is probably the best chance he'll ever have of using it on her.
But, unless she has some kind of super strength or is fast, Robbie lifts his hand up to her hand and forcibly removes it from his throat. He blinks and the fire is gone, and he gets up and moves past her.
"Heh. Didn't think you were the type to get spooked that easily."
Illyana Rasputina's strength is in her magic. Her strength is in Limbo. And this is neither. There's a reason that most splinter lords don't leave their realm wherein they are the godlike creatures Illyana named them. When Robbie reaches up to force her to release him, she doesn't try to fight him. She'd need to let the demon out completely to be anything more than human, physically, and she's not going to do that. Especially not over this.
The blonde woman doesn't flinch from the hellfire in his eyes, but then she's seen the full monty, as it were, for that. She might not meet his gaze so easily if she'd been on the receiving end of his Penance Stare before, but even then, she might not be able to bring herself to look away. Being the top demon comes with some downsides. Like not being able to give on even little things anywhere near so gracefully as most.
When Robbie stands and walks off, she turns back so she's looking over the pool, her hands coming down to rest on the edge as she lets out a long sigh, letting the tension bleed back out of her. Her eyes close and she tilts her face up, as though there were some guidance to be found for her there. As if.
She's silent, even when he makes that needling comment.
Its true. If she tried to pick a fight with Ghost Rider here outside of her realm, chances are it would go very poorly for her. Either way, Robbie is currently wiping himself off with his towel to dry himself, but then he looks at Illyana.
She'll speak again when she's ready. That was uh….an intense moment. Its what happens though when two alpha personalities are in the room. They were bound to clash at some point. He's tempted to change into his clothes, but then Illyana wouldn't get the eye-candy she wants.
Robbie does look at her though. Perhaps worried that she might -explode- at any moment.
Not that Illyana is enjoying said eyecandy at the moment. Her eyes reopen when she's got herself mostly composed again, and she pulls her legs out of the pool and stands up herself, turning to face him. Her arms are at her sides, and she forces her hands to stay open. It's not quite *relaxed* but it's close, right?
"It's an annoying habit of mine, right? Needing to be in charge, making others back down to me. Do you know why I do it, Robbie?" The question is asked in a fairly soft tone, but he should be able to hear it.
"Just a little bit." Robbie agrees with Illyana that her need to be in charge, in control, at the head of the pack, at ALL times was simply annoying Robbie. Typically though, its also because he's a solo act who often rebels against authority. But then she asks him why she does it. Makes sense to him.
"Let me guess: You want to look tough in front of the other Demon Lords and Ladies so they don't try and mess with your stuff. Or because its simply your nature?" Robbie doesn't sound mean while he says this. Rather, its him actually taking a crack at it in an effort to know why Illyana, at times, can be an absolute control freak.
The smile Illyana gives him is almost sad. Maybe bitter. She gives him a nod. "Give the boy a cigar. Part of it's my nature, yes. You don't get your soul bound to demonic energies and grow up with them and not get… changed a bit." Or a lot. "And it's not just that I want to look tough. If I'm *not*, that's inviting others to attack me. To attack what's mine. You keep demons in line by keeping them too scared to push too hard. And even though it looks like no one is watching…" There's always eyes. "So it's not something that's gonna go away." And she *knows* it's one of the things that most people, well, humans, find most frustrating about her.
Robbie looks at Illyana as she seems to give him a bitter smile. H ewas right. Its just part of her nature….in part. Though he doesn't seem to be troubled by her words, he knows that being bonded to Eli has made him change in more than a few ways. The only real difference being that he often finds himself being more brutal or cruel, especially to those who have done major crimes or wrongs. But he nods. "I get it. Still frustrating as hell, but I get it. I know I can be….overbearing, sometimes. I'm sorry." Since they seem to be doing the whole makeup thing now at the moment.
But at least Robbie has Gabe to keep him centered, to keep him whole…to keep him human.
He also needs to remember that Illyana was raised in a demonic realm and he was just raised in a gang-infested neighborhood.
As Robbie seems to understand, more of the tension leaves Illyana and she bends over to pick up her cup and then moves back over towards the chair that is so very out of place. A swipe of her hand and the popcorn bowl is gone, a stepping disk moving it away and then a twist of her wrist and magical energies slide over her and put her back in the black leather that she's so very used to.
"I'm sure it doesn't help when you toss us both in the same room." The blonde puts a hand on her hip as she looks over at Robbie when he apologies to her. "Apologies, thank yous… they're kind off the table for me." She admits. Which might make a few things fall into place for their past interactions. "You're fun. When we're not butting heads. Question is, is the fun worth the frustration." She points at him. "That question's to you as much as it is to me."
Robbie looks at Illyana as she seems to lose that tension and she does that 'snap turn', but instead its more like a 'wrist-flick clothes' kind of motion and she's back in her badass black leather. She looks like a helluva biker.
But Robbie keeps his attention on her when she says that apologies and thank yous are also kind of gone for her as well. "…you know its polite, right?" Robbie says with a light shake of his head. But then she seems to tell him that he's fun and while she likes him, she wondered if the struggle or the clash was worth their friendship, Robbie shrugged.
"What does your heart tell you?"
Illyana Rasputina tilts her head a bit at his mostly rhetorical question. "I'm not Alex." She jokes, because he can be terribly polite. "In demonic circles it tends to signify a debt owed." Because 'thank you' is involved with receiving and 'sorry' having done some wrong.
The question of her heart gets a sudden burst of laughter, and she shakes her head. "You miss the part where I can't emotionally connect with most people? You could die tomorrow and the thing that will bug me most? You won't be here to entertain me." She lets out her breath in a long exhale, having dropped *that* little bit she figures it's time to go. She's learned that people don't like being told they don't matter to her.
With another wave of her hand, the chair is gone. "Enjoy the drink, Robbie. I'll catch you later, hmm?" And with a flare of light, a stepping disk steals her away as well, leaving him by himself.