Posts by - ILLYA K.

//oh no everyone. dream's back with another character. I had to get him in here for the harry potter au tbh xD

Illya didn't know where he was. Nor did he really want to be here. But he was. It seemed to be some type of frozen wasteland, with a stone staircase leading... To where? He had no frickin' idea. Probably death. But he was a spy, death was always around the corner for him. Well, he wasn't really a spy anymore. He still hated having that disorder, it really bothered him. He always tried to fight it, but it seemed to win him over so many times.

Finally, the wolfdog sighed. He would go up this mysterious staircase, and where ever it would lead him; well, at least he would know what was at the top. Padding up to the first step, the brute put a paw on the stone. It was cold, compared to his warm touch, so he froze for a moment. Finally, he gritted his teeth and started walking up the stairs. Picking up his pace, he reached the top in record time.

Take slow, deep breaths, he was shocked. It was a freaking floating island. How was that possible? How had the Russians, or even the Americans, not have seen this? It must be very well hidden, then. Was some type of magic holding this thing up? He'd find out soon enough if there was any life on this big piece of rock.

Clearing his throat, Illya opened his jaw and called out: "Um, hello? Is anyone out there?" His Russian accent was clearly very thick, and was laced into his words. Quietly, he waited to see if anyone would come. Probably not, but he still waited.

//*cries* I know. help me man

Illya frowned, glaring at the feline as he approached. And he didn't even give his name. A bit rude, but he decided to gloss over it for now. He'd ask later. "Mm, wise guy, huh?" The Russian felt like he had gone swimming suddenly. He hadn't even noticed how hot it was. Maybe because he thought it'd be cold up here, since it was higher elevation. Oh, well, he'd change into a black t-shirt when he was able to.

The brute almost thought of asking Pad the same question, but decided against it. He probably lived here. "This structure is... Interesting. I'm an architect, and I just wanted to see how this island was able to float. Is it some sort of magic?" Curiosity was starting to overwhelm him, which always wasn't the best thing. Pushing away the non-important questions, he was thinking back to when he had to pretend he was an architect. He was helping Napoleon, the stupid American, and that girl Gabby. He had to be her fiance.

Shaking the thoughts away, he glared warily at Pad. "Do you live here?" He asked quietly, his blonde tail lashing behind him.

//ayyeee, thanks bun lol. I love him too <3

Illya wasn't the romantic type in the slightest, really. He tried not to be around Gabby, but his emotions had finally just broke and were coming out. When Rhea called him "handsome," he cringed slightly, though he was happy about the compliment. It wasn't like people complimented him all the time, especially after he went on some killing spree or something. But when she said that this place was called BlizzardClan, and that her name was Rhea, he tilted his head. What a strange name. He thought, shuffling his paws. Looking down at his camera, he knew he'd have to take pictures later. This place was just stunning.

"BlizzardClan, huh? A strange name for a place, don't you think?" He asked Rhea, who also seemed to think the name was weird. "Illya Kuryakin, pleasure to meet you Rhea." Surprised when a small child came forward, he grinned when she said he looked tough. He supposed he did, didn't he? Puffing out his chest, the wolfdog looked down at the kit. He wasn't really someone who liked children much, but this one seemed cute enough.

Pris, hmm? He liked her name, it was very unique and clear. "Well, hello there Pris. I'm Illya Kuryakin." He said again, though he had just said it. Honestly, he couldn't really hide his small smile, but it soon vanished quickly enough. Noticing she was close to Pad, and that she seemed to have stepped forward, he smiled again. "There's no need to be scared of me- I won't hurt you."

Someone seemed to be sowing something.

Padding over for a closer look, Illya still stood from afar. They seemed to be making a cloak of some sort. It looked beautiful already, though he wouldn't admit that. He wasn't the type for such things. Though, he did comment: "Are you weaving some sort of cloak? It looks nice so far." And that's all he would said, because he was polite.

Shaking his head, Illya remembered he hadn't introduced himself. "Illya Kuryakin, pleasure to meet you. I'm new here; just arrived today." The brute nodded, shuffling his paws slightly.

Illya noticed Kate come forward. Nodding curtly to the female, he sat down quietly and started fiddling around with his camera. "I was hoping I could stay here, if you don't mind. You seem to have many people. Is there a leader of some sort?" He asked as he set up the camera, getting it ready so he could take pictures. These people seemed so far from society that it seemed like they wouldn't know he was from U.N.C.L.E.; and that he had killed a man.

Finally done with his camera, he positioned it so he could see out of the little eye-hole. Squinting, he aimed a picture of the great stone structure by the stairs. He then squeezed the button to the the picture, and a click echoed in the area. Lowering the camera, he hoped it had come out well.

Illya seemed to be getting the same vibe as Kate. Slowly, he put it down, though it was clear he didn't really want to yet. At least no one had said anything to trigger his disorder yet. And he hoped it would stay that way. Nodding to Nayomi, he felt a wave of some flirtation going on, but chose to ignore it.

Turning back to Kate, he smiled softly. So there was a leader. This place didn't seem so bad, then. It would've been awful if it was just a bunch of cats everywhere without any rules and probably just killing each other left and right. When she commented on his camera, he looked down at it quickly before looking back up again. "Thank you." He said quietly, shuffling his paws. Why was he always so quiet and quick to the point of things?

Illya was not a dancer.

In fact, he hated dancing. A lot.

But it was a charity event, and he wanted to help.

Walking up to the dance, the blonde Russian was wearing a black suit and tie, nice black shoes, his father's watch (of course, he never took the thing off), and a silver ring on his right ring finger. He wasn't wearing his camera today, as it was a dance. Looking around, he was hoping there was a place to put his money. For now, he just held onto it and decided he'd ask where to put it later.

//the daddy-o has arrived, and as ticked off as ever B)

Illya did not want to get up. Well, he never did for that matter.

But the stupid screaming kids in his dorm woke him up rather early.

With shaking hands, he fought the urge to just punch one of them in the face and got out of bed. Quickly getting dressed, the Gryffindor left his home room rather quickly. At least he'd be getting food, and that's all that mattered to the 18-year-old at the moment.

Being one of the oldest at Hogwarts wasn't the easiest. He wasn't even a prefect, or anything for that matter. Kids just knew him as the violent son-of-a-gun who'd beat anyone up if they said something about his tie; or something like that. Sitting at the Gryffindor table, he glared at Prismatic and Joe from afar, his fingers tapping on the table rather quickly.

Finally, he got up. He'd go to the bathroom and punch a stall or something.

Walking to the bathroom, he made sure it was empty before punching multiple stalls. Some had dents, but some looked like they hadn't even been hit. Now feeling a bit more calm, he went back to the Great Hall and sat back down again.

//lowkey shipping rhea and illya bc they're so cute

Illya was glad he wasn't the only one. BlizzardClan was one of the weirdest names he had ever heard- and he had heard many, being Russian. Names were quiet different there.

When Rhea asked what a camera did, he grinned looking down at the device again. "It takes pictures. Here- I'll show you." Taking the camera off his neck, he quickly took out the film, finding the picture. He quickly looked around for some water. Running over to a small puddle, he moved it around quickly before bringing it back. Handing her the picture, he added softly, "Be careful with it. You could smudge the ink." Since he didn't have a printer, he had to do it that way for the moment. Looking at the picture himself, he had to say he did a good job. It showed the stone structure rather nicely.

When Pierce came up, he looked up, tilting his head at the fox. There were definitely a ton of different animals here. Sweetophelia, huh? At least he now knew the leader's name. "Hello Pierce, nice to meet you." He seemed like a generally nice guy, and he could possibly call him a friend if they hung out more. "Thank you, it's very- um- nice here."

Illya twitched his nose, looking at the clothes in disgust. Most of them were colorful. And bright. And glittery.

He was one for black, and nothing else. He wouldn't wear anything else, and if someone tried to say otherwise, he'd snap. Standing from a distance away, he watched Brad with disgust as he saw the fur coat draped over him.

//omg, the low muse ;-;

Illya's ears perked. Gifts?

The wolfdog padded over to Vanillabean (which he thought was a strange name), and looked down at the large basket she had. She had many things, though some seemed to be for children. Instead, he looked back up. He had forgotten to introduce himself. "Illya Kuryakin, pleasure to be your acquaintance." Illya said. Moving a little bit away from Kate and the basket, he listened quietly. What? There are more of these strange names? The brute sighed. At least he was learning more.

Fishing, eh? Illya wasn't much of a fisher, the last time he'd been in water was when he almost drowned and the boat had exploded, but he decided to give it ago. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt due to the hot of the island, but he still missed his turtleneck. Watching Wimund quietly, he decided he'd try after a few people went. He wasn't the one for going first when he didn't know what he was really doing.

Illya had ordered a water, he wasn't much of an alcohol drinker, and was staring at his glass when JW came over. Snapping out of his trance, the Russian looked up at him. He seemed like some modern-day cowboy, and it made him think of how Napoleon would always call him "cowboy." Now missing his "partner in crime," he smiled at the man. He seemed nice enough, and it looked like he wouldn't try to provoke a fight. "Hello there, JW. Pleasure to be your acquaintance. I'm Illya Kuryakin." He introduced himself, nodding curtly to him.

At the second question, he snorted quietly. Though JW was kind, he was a bit nosy. "Yeah, I'm pretty new. Just arrived a few weeks ago. I heard about the dance and wanted to help out in any way." Putting his money on the table, he looked back up at the man. "Do you who I give this to? It's for the charity." It was $50.

Illya was standing in his office, looking at a note that lay on his desk. He was shaking his head as he read the piece of paper.

"Good morning Illya.

I am sorry for the late notice, but you and your crew must head out tonight. The Linguini Lickerss are at it again. You have to have some people go in and act like they're joining the Mafia, find out some information, then you may fight. But they must not know. You will be personally sent in. Good luck.

The Director of (A.U.N.T.)"

Cussing, he crumbled up the piece of paper and threw it in the trash bin. Opening up the door to his office, he called out into the large room, which usually everyone else was in. "Alright everyone. We got orders from the Director that a few of us, including me, needs to head to the Linguini Lickers. We need to act like we're joining and get some vital information. Those who aren't going will stay here and wait for the fight. I will put someone in charge. I'm going to need four people. Who would like to come?"

Mafia (Linguini Lickers): Jerseyboy (BOSS)

Wi (UNDERBOSS)

Per (BOSS' WIFE)

Pris

Kageyama

Wildyonder

Spies (A.U.N.T.): Illya (BOSS)

Nayomi (1/4)

Lex (2/4)

Rhea (3/4)

JW (4/4)

SAY WHICH SIDE YOU ARE ON BELOW

//added people up!

Nodding to both Nayomi and Alexus, he looked around the group. They just needed one more.

While he waited for the last person to speak up, he thought of something. Wouldn't they recognize him? He was the boss, after all. Then he remembered, he had recently promoted due to the other boss dying. He hadn't been in any of the fights before that. This would be his first time. Sighing in relief, he waited.

Illya stood a distance away, watching with curiosity. What was this? He wondered quietly what was going on. He felt like he had seen it before. Wasn't it called the "Ice Bucket Challenge?" He didn't really know, but he knew it was an American thing. Listening to the others, he approached slowly, still a bit wary of the others.

//AYYYEE, IT IS ILLYA!!

Illya was taking deep breaths, trying to control himself. He hated his stupid disorder- it made everything worse for him.

He had been looking into his glass full of butterbeer when a voice snapped him out of his daze. Looking up, he saw Kageyama now sitting beside him. He was a Hufflepuff, wasn't he? Straightening his posture (he had been hunching over his drink), he took a sip from his drink rather quickly. "You could say that. More than one person, but yeah." Illya was very quiet, and he usually didn't talk to others. But in this case, he didn't want to be rude and not say anything.

Illya wasn't a drinker. No, he didn't even really like alcohol for that matter. Sure, he drank it for some special occasion, but he never finished it.

He had been padding through the forest territory when he was surprised to see Jerseyboy. He didn't really know the tom, but he had heard that the guy was a drinker. And that he smokes. Standing a few paces away, he looked at the tom warily. Illya hoped he wouldn't try to start some type of fight because he was intoxicated. "Hey. Rough night?"

//NINAJ'DDDD

Illya messed with the now empty glass, his head in one hand. "The younger ones, of course. Woke me up around 7:30." He sighed, shaking his head. He thought they knew better; especially with him around. It wasn't like he was the nicest person in the world, though he was polite. But he didn't want to get suspended, so he decided to beat up the stalls instead. If he wanted to, he could've messed the sink up. But he wanted people to have clean hands, at least.