Owner	Pose
Mystique	It's a beautiful night as the sun just set, the new moon offered no natural light leaving it all up to the too far spaced apart street lights. The streets were mostly clear by this time, with the occasional car passing by. A few people walked the sidewalks heading home from this or that, a young couple walking their dog, but mostly the night was empty.
Lydia Dietrich	It's a nice night indeed, and Lydia had been out grocery shopping. Assuming that tonight's raid is successful she decided to cook Raven a home made romantic dinner to celebrate. That is, if Raven manages to get free from doing all the follow up work. For dinner? Beef wellington, and a wedge blue cheese salad (made with home mad blue cheese sauce). It's not often she gets to cook anymore, with all the time that she spends on the Asteroid, but she always makes time for special occasions. Tonight she riding The Toaster, with a grocery bag in the front basket, and another in the rear compartment. Her curly brown hair is tucked up into the open faced helmet, and is wearing a red plaid woolen skirt, a lighter pink sweater, and some boots, all good for a chilly autumn night. She hums a tune to herself, trying very hard not to think about all the ways that the mission can go wrong, and definitely not about powerful necromancers.
Mystique	The front of Lydia's apartment building looked the same as it always did, though oddly there was one empty parking spot right in front of it that was usually never empty. Parking was a pain in New York to begin with, thus why motorcycles and scooters were logical choices and often used.
Lydia Dietrich	Lydia isn't one to take up a whole parking space just for the Toaster. She knows how rare those things are and the Toaster just doesn't take up that much space. Instead she wiggles it off to the side. It's not exactly motorcycle parking, but the cops don't seem to mind that she parks it here. She hops off the scooter, and opens up the back compartment to pull out one of the bags, while her ectoplasm snakes out and takes the one in the front basket. This dinner is going to be so good!
Mystique	A creeping darkness seems to flow out of the cracks of the buildings around Lydia, a black mist crawling through the air to eat all the light in the area. The sounds of the traffic just one street over grows dim and distant, stretching out as if several blocks away rather than one. In a matter of seconds the street, the sidewalks even the buildings are gone, replaced by a wall of blackness, there is only the dark and silence as the final horn honking sounds miles away. Coldness inches across her skin, at first like the first wave of air from a freezer but steadily growing colder and colder and colder.
Lydia Dietrich	At first Lydia doesn't seem to notice anything happening. After all, it's dark. What's a little more darkness? However, things become too obvious when the darkness seeps out and seems to engulf her world. "Oh crap!" Instantly her ectoplasm snaps to her skin, creating a chitinous armor to protect her from whatever it is that might be causing this. She carefully sets her groceries down just in case she's able to take care of whatever the heck this is and make it back to the apartment but, realistically, it's probably a lost cause. "Who's there!" she calls out into the inky blackness. She starts pulling on her deep wellspring of magic and starts weaving it into wards to protect herself magically. Hopefully she'll have enough time to finish them before... whatever this is does what it's supposed to.
Mystique	The groceries are set down and disappear into the darkness, even the usual glow of Lydia's ectoplasm seems to be growing dimmer and dimmer. With each breath she takes it grows more subdued, and with each breath into her lungs she can feel not only her magic sapping way like, a slow leek of air from a inner tube, but she can also feel her strength starting to seep away. "It matter not Lydia Dietrich, who we are," a deep, male voice whispers in the darkness, sounding as if it comes from all around her. "All that matters is that by this time tomorrow, you will either be dead or one of us."
Lydia Dietrich	Lydia's eyes narrow, as she tries to hold onto her magic, her power. "Oh I think it matters quite a lot," she says, trying to keep the man talking as she finishes erecting her wards. "There will be a /lot/ of angry people after you. Angry dangerous people." There. The wards are done. They help stave off the darkness some, but they're clumsily erected so it only delays the inevitable. "And when you say 'us' who do you mean?"
Mystique	The wards crackle around Lydia, the sound of crinkling cellophane indicating their presence and the darkness slips back a few inches from around her body. It doesn't seem to matter, the magic in her body, in be blood still seems to be seeping out and with the slight light offered in that inch, she can /see/ it flowing out of her as a red fog and disappearing into the darkness. Her legs begin to feel week. Almost as quickly as the wards go up she can feel them straining to remain and in that moment a very paled skin man steps directly into her line of sight. He looks to be in his mid thirties, wearing a dark suit and long black trench coat. "You know us," he says, reaching quickly to grab for her arm in an attempt to yank her closer to himself. "We are the Irappu."
Lydia Dietrich	There's a moment of panic when she realizes that the wards, while they may be doing their job, just isn't helping enough. She can /feel/ her energy flowing out of her and now she can /see/ it. It takes every once of willpower to stay standing though, and Gods be damned if she isn't going to go down without a fight. As soon as she sees the man, she points at him, arm outstretched. An ectoplasmic spear lashes out, aiming for the man's heart. It's a last ditch effort though. It's taken what reserves of willpower she had to make that strike, and regardless if her aim is true, she sinks to her knees. "Irappu..." she repeats. That name sounds so familiar. She knows she heard it before and it's going to bug her for... well... quite possibly the rest of her life until she figures it out.
Mystique	The ectoplasm goes through the man, the image that is he shimmer like he was a computerized hologram. Then she could feel others in the darkness, moving in around her, surrounding her. "Sleep little mutant," the image says. "Let the darkness claim you. Together, we are stronger than you could imagine." She can feel one hand grab her, then another, then another, all reaching out of the darkness to touch her, and with each touch, more energy is sapped away."
Lydia Dietrich	Lydia groans in despair, as her spear hits nothing. That was her one shot and now it's gone. She's too weak for another attempt, and can feel her consciousness beginning to fade. One last ditch effort. Not one that could save her /now/ but one that could save her in the future. Grasping at her pendant, she searches out for that newly acquired link and sends out a mental SOS with what's left of her might. She then, with the last of her will, yanks off the pendant, and finally succumbs to the darkness. If the tracking chip in her butt isn't enough to show where she is, then Hatshepsut should be able to scry her location now. Hopefully.
Mystique	Darkness, comforting, caressing against the skin and the mind. The last thing that Lydia remembers is the sound of the necklace hitting the cement and that pale white of the man hovering over her as he says, "Good, good. Bring her..."