[NT] - Resolve

[shaman_x]

The Proposition X headquarters are empty. Flyers lie abandoned on the desks and scattered on the floor. A single phone rings for a while and stops. The receiver is thick with dust. The doors are locked. The shutters are down, and graffiti now adorns the outside. It's quiet as a ghost here

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[tm_magik]

Damn. She was sort of looking forward to getting rid of Magneto for good. Oh, well. Bigger fish to fry, really.

Illyana scrambles to her feet, looking around. Akkaba. Great.

"You couldn't just let them have a party," she sighs. "Mike. Maddy. Whatever. Look at what you've become. ...and coming from me, that is pretty bad."

[shaman_x]

There are speakers somewhere, lots of them, playing all the sounds of Earth, crackles and hisses and pops and a million radio stations. Somewhere, someone is playing Venus in Furs. Another cocoon glows green. Red just waves a distracted hand. Technorganic cables burst from the ground around Illyana, reaching for her, tens, dozens, hundreds, thick and thin. Alien tentacle trees.

[tm_magik]

She hops form place to place, teleportation disks flickering like the floor of a disco. Her sword flickers as well, felling squirming branches. One catches her hair and yanks, taking a sizeable chunk with it, and she yelps.

"Hair pulling?!" she hisses, headed for Red unerringly. "Ohhh, you bitch."

[shaman_x]

"A perfect rose," Red says to her, to the cocoons, to no-one. "A child -- I've had so many names. I lived so many lives at once. Goblyn Queen. Red Queen. Madelyne Pryor. Jean Grey. All lost in the light."

She sighs, an old, exhausted, mournful sound. For the briefest of moments, the barest blink, a translucent figure stands at her shoulder, a streak of white in his hair, reaching out to touch her.

"All lost."