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Magik.
The voice reverberated inside her mind, making itself heard even over the altitude breeze that whipped her hair and threatened to topple her. She ignored it. Here, at the peak of New York, watching the rest of the world swarm around below as ants, she felt above it. Above them.
Hovering a foot off the highest rooftop in Times Square did tend to have that effect.
Illyana. Or... Ah, pardon me. Would you prefer Darkchilde?
Again, the probing intruder in her mind was met with silence, and if a disembodied voice could feel frustration now would be the time. She could've replied any time she wanted, in truth. She chose not to; she was concentrating, and the voice was annoying to her. Illyana's eyes were closed, her hands held out at shoulder width and conjuring dazzling streaks of arcane light that swirled from her open palms.
Such charming silence. No wonder you're so well-liked. Well, if you haven't got anything to share on the mutant we sent you to find, dear, I'll be going. I have to say I'm disappointed. Your mind is normally so well-guarded from telepaths, now I've finally managed to slip past your psionic shields and it feels... almost wasted? You're less than receptive.
"Frost."
Magik opened her eyes, a bright magenta glow eclipsing them as her scrying spell concluded.
"You're here because I allow you to be."
She levitated back down and set one foot on the rooftop, then the other, stepping forward seamlessly while a glowing circle of energy formed on the floor in front of her. "I located someone... strange. I'm going to look."
Mm. Do try not to disappoint Scott on this one. Or m-*
"Talk sooooooon."
With a final, droning croon that was flatter than a bullet-ridden tire, mystic psi-blocks in the sorceress' mind were reestablished with a simple flick of her arcane will. Many, many miles away, in a secure bunker somewhere in Canada, Emma Frost clutched her head sharply, cursed, and went to find some aspirin; while in New York, the rooftop where Magik had been was already empty. Save for a brief, fleeting glimpse of a blond crown vanishing through a rising disc that shut entirely in the blink of an eye.
Magic... had imperfections. She more than anyone was willing to admit this. But when her magic found her a woman with skin the color of bleach, too flawless and pure to be merely the work of makeup or applied cosmetics, strolling casually through Times Square, while she happened to be seeking a mutant stray in the same area, she was inclined to treat it with some gravity. Manhattan was a big place with many people, of course, but there was something innately mutantish about nonchalantly walking around eating donuts among the populace. That or she was just weird. Also mutantish. She'd be annoyed if she ignored it and it turned out later that this was the one she'd been seeking, if nothing else.
Another stepping disc opened in a secluded location and a spell-assisted change of clothes into a shirt and jeans was all it took for her to prepare. A minute later, Harley felt a hand brush her shoulder, attempting to get her attention.
"Excuse me."
Her voice was tinged with a noticable Russian accent but not broken, her English actually as close to perfect as most native speakers. Assuming Harley turned around, she'd be met by Illyana holding up one hand curled into a wave, the other perched on her lower back, giving her a curious once-over.
"I'm lost. New in town, da? Can you help me?"
...She hoped this woman wasn't just a clown. That would be embarrassing.
@Schnee Corp Lawyer
The moment the hand brushed her shoulder, Harley twirled around into a defensive posture, one hand held in front and another... well the other still had frosting she was working on, which was probably why Magik wasn't just straight up decked. Harley blinked when she saw that she wasn't being mugged, and took a few seconds to process what the other girl had asked before she stepped over and swung an arm around the other girl's shoulder with a beaming smile.
"Well then you picked the right stranger's ta' tap lil' ruskie! The Big Apple's a dangerous place, coulda been some loony you poked and that ends in whip cream or zip ties. Or both. But lucky for you, not only am I a resident of this city, I'm a bonee fide land owner, know this place like the back of my hand! So where you tryin' to get to toots?"
"Well then you picked the right stranger's ta' tap lil' ruskie! The Big Apple's a dangerous place, coulda been some loony you poked and that ends in whip cream or zip ties. Or both. But lucky for you, not only am I a resident of this city, I'm a bonee fide land owner, know this place like the back of my hand! So where you tryin' to get to toots?"