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[color=f5e2ba][sub]New York City, The Bronx, Little Italy.
Arthur Avenue Retail Market. Mike's Deli seating area.[/sub][/color]

The disc of light opened and closed in seconds, quickly enough no one seemed to notice the light. The same, she knew, would not be able to be said for herself as soon as she walked through the open double-doored west side entrance. Black crowned, black leather top stopping well short of her midriff, the chill Bronx air hit the skin of her chest exposed by her top--the loudest reminder so far that she was no longer in Limbo. Black leather pauldrons covered her shoulders, black leather all the way down both arms.

It was the spikes coming out of one arm that attracted immediate attention as she stepped inside, and began her deliberate pace to the deli. Thigh high black leggings covered her bottom half, save for the shorts that clung to the rest of her from the waist down, belted with a large 'X' belt buckle that she had hung her hands from by the thumbs as she walked over the concrete ground, ignoring the gaping stare of a man that stopped mid-bite of his sandwich to stare. The blue eyed blonde stared back as she made her way to the deli counter, snapping her eyes away long enough to take the measure of the man behind the counter.

Italian blooded, short cropped hair salt-and-pepper in color, wearing the white shirt, trousers, and apron of a deli worker. She smiled, gently, at the hard stare the deli worker with the 'Dan' nametag in cheap plastic bronze clipped to the chest of his apron was giving her. "Greetings...Dan. I would have you serve me your meatball sandwich. Extra mozzarella."

"Full size, half?"

That gentle smile spread across her undecorated pale pink lips until it pulled the corners of her mouth into a tiny grin. "Full, Dan. Please." She looked past Dan after finishing her order, to the younger man with no nametag wearing the same white get-up Dan did. "You, call the authorities. Tell them an X-Man has arrived in your establishment. Tell them this mutant is dangerous, and means to do...harm." She waited a beat of her heart, then a second. At the third beat of her heart the young male still stared, unmoving. Her voice snapped at him, with the intensity and suddenness of a whip's crack, "[b]NOW CHILD[/b].....remember the extra mozzarella, Dan, please."

Her head gave a slow, gentle nod to the older deli worker before turning away from the counter and back to the seating area. The old man who she had frozen half-bite...still hadn't moved. The middle aged man that looked similar enough to suggest familial relations kept his eyes down on his food, picking at his sandwich. She moved to the end of the table they sat at, a foot from either man, and finally removing her thumbs from behind her belt buckle, setting her hands palms down on the end of their table. Leaning in, leaning down, lowering her voice to a near whisper with the undertones of a Demon Queen, "You would both be wise to leave, before these...mutant killers appear."

The middle aged man never looked up, though he did speak up, false confidence strong in his tone, "The M.R.D. won't be scared of you."

"...then they are fools."

The older man put down his sandwich and left, the middle aged man followed, silently. The young man behind the counter was gone. The stalls around the deli were empty. The humans had cleared out, save for Dan. He slid the tray with her sandwich in front of her, waiting. It took her a moment of confusion before she recalled where she was, and the practices of such a society. She retrieved crumpled, old, bills from inside her belt, her fingers shaking them and dropping them upon the table with the clumsiness of someone who never handled such bills, hundred dollar bills each. 

Without any hesitation she grabbed her meatball sub and took a large, hearty, hungry bite. The moan hit her lips beats after the sandwich did, "Mmmm yes!!!!" With the sub in her hands, she peeked up at Dan through a side-eye of her blue eyes, "Go away now, Dan, and be well."

"...the X-Men saved the life of my grandfather. You be careful, Magik."

Decades had been longer for Illyana Rasputin in Limbo. It had been a while in Limbo training and waiting for the right moment, the sheer impact of being remembered, and remembered fondly...her head nodded, mouth full as she spoke, "thanks, go away and be safe." It was a haze of memories and nostalgia she felt as she waited. She ate the sub in half a minute, greedily grabbing at the large soda the old man who had vacated the seat in which she sat had left. "Ew," she flinched at the taste of Coca-Cola, before closing her eyes and downing everything that remained of the beverage. 

By the time they arrived, she was up and standing, leaned against the deli counter, arms crossed over her partially exposed chest. They entered the front with weapons pressed next to their cheeks, aiming down sights and ready to start firing at any second. They began shouting commands at her. They never saw the disk of light open beneath them, or the dozen or so blood red arms and hands tipped with demonic black claws reach out of the disc of light, and yank them down into the teleportation disc with enough speed and force to cause slight whiplash. There was a distant sound of weapons going off, but mostly, there was the distant sound of the four man M.R.D. squad screaming, faint and getting fainter.

The sound brought a large, bright, smile to the pale pink lips of the mutant as she stood from her lean against the counter, walked over, and hopped down through the teleportation disc herself a moment before it snapped shut and disappeared from the view of Earth.