It is a beautiful early afternoon at the Logan Blvd. State park. people are dancing in the snow, some people are sledding, others walk their dogs…then there are those weird folk who are severely underdressed for the cold weather. Thankfully, Kyle is prepared.
The hybrid mutant looks around then, wearing a fairly heavy longcoat with his hands in the pockets, his hood up from the jacket he wears underneath it. His lower body wears a pair of coal-black jeans and boots adorn his feet. he appears to have a light beard on his face and his hair looks a little wild, but well-kept. it’s fashionably messy, as they say.
He appears to just be walking in the park..shivering some, but nothing he can’t handle.
Anastasia Rasputina isn’t one of the bikers or skaters that drops by for the ramps and jumps even in the frigid weather, but she is one of those that comes to watch.
With a cup of something hot to wrap her hands around, the blonde sits at the edge of the park-under-the-expressway wearing boots and a lot of leather. Her coat has some fur edging, but these days it’s all gone faux, right? She has an ushanka hat on as well and while her cheeks are a bit pink from the cold she isn’t huddled up inside her coat like some folks. It’s is Damned Cold though. Even for someone whose memories are of Siberia.
Kyle is really just passing through…but then he feels something. He turns then to face right at Anastasia…he can -feel- darkness from her. Does she also draw powers from such dimensions? Completely unknowing of who she is, Kyle approaches, the silver streeks that are few in number, but exist in his hair are visible the closer he gets. curious. Perhaps symbolism of his abilitites. “Hello.” he says softly but with respect. “Do you mind if I join you for conversation? or would you prefer to be alone?” though he could be viewed as being flirtateous, it is not exactly his primary motive….though she was -ridiculously- beautiful.
Anastasia Rasputina’s gaze slowly slides upwards as Kyle starts to approach her, almost lazy until he draws closer. Then her attention sharpens on him. Her eyes are blue like his, but cold as the bitter winter that’s rolled through. They say that eyes are the windows to the soul, but hers seem to be a glimpse into Siberian snowfields. That chilly gaze takes him in from head to toe, but mutants and cosmetics are common enough that they’re nothing that take her aback.
The question gets an arched brow, and then a lift of one shoulder in a shrug. “If you wish.” There’s an upward quirk of her lips, more smirk than smile. “I hope you aren’t looking to speak to me about your lord and savior.” Her words a very, very dry and hold the slight burr of her native Russian.
Kyle seems to smile softly as she speaks to him in approval. Though he doens’t seem to shy away from, or fear, her cold gaze. “Many thanks. Though I don’t come to speak about religion or anything like that….” he smiles to her softly. “Just thought I’d come and say hi.”
He looks over at the skating rinks and people just having fun. “Do you come down here to watch often? or do you merely come to pass the time?” he asks in curiousity, his ocean blue eyes moving to lock onto hers. though even she could likely feel both powerful light and powerful darkness within him, just as he could sense the latter in her.
“It’s usually the proselytizers that start conversations that way.” Anastasia notes, her gaze moving back to the skating rink as she sips at her drink, though she keeps him in her line of sight. Even though Chicago, especially this area, is mostly safe, growing up in Limbo makes one paranoid.
As he continues, she gives a short, sharp sound that is likely part of a laugh. “Did you really give me the ‘come here often’ line?” Anastasia looks back over at him, her eyes glittering like sunlight on ice. Amused, but with little warmpth in it. “That is a very old line.” Her tone turns wryly chastising before she tips back the rest of her drink and sets the empty cup aside. “Talk. You haven’t tried to exorcise me, so I will give this to you.” Yes, she’s noticed the conflicting forces in him. Usually those with the former feel the need to Do Something about her.
Kyle nods a few times then, looking around. Hey, growing up in a test tube by one of the world’s most notorious terrostic operations kind of leaves you paranoid too. Why do you think he’s wearing clothes that cover his form…it certainly isn’t because he’s shy. Though when she calls him on using the ‘come here often’ line, Maximoff turns a slight shade of red. “O-oh! that’s not what I meant at all.” he laughs then fairly happily. “Though if I wanted to use a line I’d use something along the lines of..” he gets in the zone. “Hey baby, are you tired? because you’ve been running through my mind all day.” he says in a sarcastic voice to express moreso a sense of humor than anything.
“But in seriousness, I only wished to start conversation. I apologize for any uncomfortability.” he teases a moment. “….why would I need to exorcise you?”
Anastasia Rasputina gives a soft snort of amusement at the terrible, and almost equally old, pick up line. “And I like to watch… people.” She gives a slight shrug as she says it. It’s been years, but spending her formative ones in Limbo, she still doesn’t quite *get*… people. But sometimes, she thinks, if she watches them long enough they’ll finally make sense.
As to why someone might want, or need, to exorcise you? The blonde licks over her lower lip before turning back to give him the full of her attention. “Because they sense something dark. Something evil.” It’s why there’s no one else sitting around her, instead perching in much less comfortable areas. It’s why they tend to give her a wide berth when she walks down the street. “Something I can taste on you… underneath the heat of something that makes my skin itch.”
Kyle seems to smile to her softly then as Anastasia shows amusement in his words and declares why she’s there. In truth…Kyle doesn’t understand people either. All he understands is that he’s hunted by awful people. Though when Anastasia reveals that she can feel his powers…just like he can feel hers.
“I understand that….they want what inside of you sometimes too…turn it into an advantage instead of a curse. That’s what darkness inside humans is, in a sense…I’ve been called many things myself…someone threw a cross at me once thinking I would die.” sadly, hes not wrong or kidding.
“I can feel it in you too…though nothing itchy. something familiar…” he looks at her then, and she can see the darkness swirling in the darkness of one of his eyes…and light in the other..before both fade into obscurity.
Anastasia Rasputina gives another soft snort of amusement at his words. “The darkness in humans is guilt and anger and fear. Something that comes from within them, for all they like to blame it on outside forces…” Her eyes narrow thoughtfully on him as his eyes swirl dark and light. “So, as you didn’t approach me to flirt, what is it you want?” The blonde sorceress can be rather more blunt than most people are used to.
Kyle nods softly at her words, though when sh demands what it is he wants, he shakes his head. “I…was curious. I haven’t met anyone who can control the darkness…who lives with it as I do…as you do..though I can sense you are strong with it, as I am. In a way..I had to speak with you. Though if you prefer flirting, I can embarras myself with such.” he smiles then, knowing full well his flirtation skills are shit.
Anastasia Rasputina shakes her head then, some of her long blonde hair falling forward over her shoulders as she does so. Her bangs falling across one eye. “You think I control it?” She gives a laugh, if the bitter-edged sound can be called such. “I control *me*, obviously. Because I haven’t painted the snow with their blood.” She lifts her chin to indicate the skaters around them. “It might be a bit much, to compare us unless you see much more than I do.” She can taste the touch of darkness, feel the burn of light that clings to him, but that’s about it.
Kyle shakes his head a moment. “there are many levels of control. regardless of how limited it may be.” though as she speaks much more bluntly about the nature of things. “you are correct. I misspoke.” he looks around then a moment, sighing a bit as he watched people skate and have fun. “if you wish it, I’ll depart.” he looks at her in the eyes then. He couldn’t deny that he was extremely attracted to her.
Anastasia Rasputina stretches her legs out in front of her, putting one leg over the other so they cross at the ankles. She has heavy-soled boots with silver buckles that march up the outsides of her calves in the shape of styalized skulls. “So, I’ve been told that I am…” Her lips quirk in that wry smirk of hers. “‘Socially awkward’. When I’m teased of it again, I will have to tell them about meeting you. Because I think you might have me beat.” Her tone is mild, but there’s this mocking undertone to it.
“I won’t chase you off, as you are at least as interesting as watching them.” Anastasia gestures with one gloved hand to the skaters. “But, from my studies, when one engages in conversation there are introductions. So.” She leans over to offer one hand to Kyle. “Anastasia.”
Kyle chuckles then at her words…heh, alright, she got him. he smiles to her then warmly. “well….I keep being told I could use the oppurtunity.” he just rolls ith it. though when she says he’s interesting, he mildly blushes…well, as interesting as th skaters were. He extends a fingerless-gloved hand to shake hers. “Kyle.” he says with a shake.
“So..” he says then. “I can hear the russian accent in your voice. are you from there, I assume?”
“Originally, yes.” Anastasia says with a slight nod. She doesn’t bother to add the ‘before moving to a hell realm for a decade’. That usually invites more conversation about herself that she likes to go into. “Before you ask though, I saw little of it.” Even her simulated childhood was a rural indoctrination to serve Mother Russia.
“Now. Kyle. Why don’t you tell me about this darkness touching you which is, I imagine, what brought you over.” If it were just the Light, she can’t see that he’d be inclined to want to talk to her.
Kyle listens to her a moment and did indeed open his mouth as if to qustion if she remembers some of it, but she cut him off very quickly from that notion. He nods a few times….though he understands her little knowledge.
“I was uh…made in Canada in a test tube. I was made to be a weapon…with the intention of being the ultimate weapon. By all accounts, I shouldn’t exist due to all the opposing forces that make up me.” a sigh then. “so…guess I’m the 1 in one in a million.” he doesn’t look to pleased. He should not exist…yet he does. “No, I don’t remember Canada.” he brings up before she asks.
That gets a small laugh, but like most of her reactions there’s that sharp sort of edge to it. “Everyone seems to think the answer is a better weapon, da?”
Being a ‘test tube baby’ is a far too common story these days. Most mutants are just starting to be old enough to have their own children the natural way. “Did they make a pact with a demon then?” She asks, entirely too calmly. Hey, it’s perfectly logical to her!
Kyle smiles to her softly then, givng her a little playful nudge. “Yeah…seems that way.” though when he hears that she asks about if Weapon Plus made a deal with a demon, he shakes his head. “They would hav had to make a deal with an angel too…doubt that would ever work out. No, my DNA is grafted from two dead heroes I guess. Scarlett Witch and the Sentry….guess chaos and order just fused well with me. It shouldn’t ahve worked, but it did. I was tortured, given a fake life, was killed a few times..” ah, the curses of immortality. “but I’ve always managed to wipe out those who came after me….but Weapon Plus is a plague.”
Anastasia Rasputina glances down to where Kyle nudges against her, manner going very calm and still for a moment before she makes a long, slow exhale and then continuing on, though she might be sitting a bit straighter. “Mmmm. Chaos and Order. Cyttorak and Agamotto’s realm, that. Explains the weakness between worlds around you, though. Both forces that will try to rule your life.” She shakes her head. “I don’t envy you.”
Kyle nods a few times. “Yeah…” he’s had dreams about them sometimes….not pleasant. But he nods a moment…explains why he’s so powerful too. Regardless, he looks at her. “yeah, well…birds of a feather, right?” he assumes she’s demon related, given her statements about exorcisms earlier.
Anastasia Rasputina pushes up to her feet and takes a step back from him, collecting her now-empty drink cup so as not to leave it behind. Wouldn’t want to get a ticket for littering from one of the city’s little drones. “I wish you luck then, little bird.” A circle of light opens at her feet, like some sort of FX editing mistake, and then rises upwards. Beneath that two-dimensional disk? Nothing. Seems she’s indeed familiar with weaknesses in the walls between worlds.
Kyle looks at Anastasia “I am not a little bi-” then he sees her start to disappear and he tries to open the rift further to leap in, but she’s already gone, and he hasn’t learned those secrets yet. “…..seems like she’s far more than meets the eye…should get her number later….”