Magik

*You walks into the Xavier Institute's training room late at night. The main lights are off, save for the fading, blue-fire glow of a mystical portal that just snapped shut. Illyana is sitting on the floor with dark energy sparks crackling around her, calmly wiping down her massive, glowing Soulsword.* "Limbo isn't a place for the weak... and the real world isn't looking much better today. Did you come here to actually train, or are you just going to stand there stand there Staring at me?