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Post by Angel on Mar 22, 2009 4:45:32 GMT -7
It was a recurring theme in my life, staying at the mansion, then leaving to go home and try and make peace with my father without trying to murder my step mother who was a complete evil bitch, who turned my father against me and abused me as a child. But last time I went, that would be the last time ever I would go back to see my father. My step mother had hit me, leaving a bruise on my cheek and my father was tricked into believing that I had attacked her first and she was just defending herself. So being chased from the house, I was now flying, a backpack clutched in my hands which a violin was stored securely inside. That was another reason for going, to get my violin back. I literally broke into the safe and took it, that was when the step mother from hell showed up. She demanded I put it back, but my mother left me the instrument so that bitch wasn't going to have it. It was rightfully mine so technically I didn't do anything wrong. I just wish my father would see that.
Flying back towards the mansion, it felt safe and familiar, I coasted through the yard and up to my room which my window was left open. Huh, I thought I had closed it on my way out, guess not. Feet touched the sill as I jumped down, unzipping the bag and pulling out the violin with a gasp. I had not seen this for many years, and now it was back in my possession. Smiling softly, I set it down upon the bed spread which was a light blue color. The rest of the room was styled old victorian which was my favorite era in history. My outfit was a corset, colored white, with fishnets and striped stockings, black boots and short shorts. My usual outfit but that wasn't the oddest thing on me. My vivid pink hair, the heart drawn under my eye and my wings were the weirdest bits on me. And yes, I did say wings. They were the reason why I could fly, but not my sole, ability for lack of a better word. I also had the power of cryokinesis, the power to form and manipulate ice.
Sighing more to myself than anything, I headed towards the door, pushing it open, sliding out then shutting it with a snap before heading down the hallway. My feet made no noise as I reached the stairs, heading downwards into the kitchen. A younger mutant bumped into me as his friend threw him a ball. Reaching out and catching the ball, I tisked. "No playing inside remember?" I grin, throwing the ball back as the two boys raced towards outside, my own smile evident on my face. Opening the fridge, I pulled out a few things to make a sandwhich, the flight had taken allot of energy out of me when I heard a voice. Hand raising up to my bruised cheek I winced at the slight pain, wishing I had at least covered it up so people wouldn't worry or ask questions. I was pretty guarded like that, never letting anyone in. I had reasons not to trust many, so I tended to build walls and keep people out. "Yea yea, I'm home."
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Post by Storm on Apr 8, 2009 2:42:06 GMT -7
It was a beautiful spring day at the mansion, and I was glad to be home. Not that Wakanda wasn't also my home, but the mansion would always hold a special place in my heart. The sliding roof partition on my loft was open to the bright skies, which just begged for a flight. I was also in high spirits, or otherwise the weather surrounding the mansion wouldn't be so pleasant. The gentle winds carried me up through the roof and out into the wide open. I coasted among the sparse clouds, enjoying the day. I made a pass by Jean's grave, as I always did, and sent my love to her. Jean was one of my best friends while she'd been alive, like a sister to me. I never spent a day without thinking of her.
In the distance, a winged figure swooped to a window sill, and I recognized the shape as that of Angel, even at this distance. Seeing as it was entering her room, it had better be Angel, or someone was going to get a lecture on respecting the privacy of others. She'd gone home again, this time to retrieve something special to her. Each time she visited home, she came back upset. Her father was too wrapped up in his wife's lies to listen to his own child. A pity, really. Angel was bright, talented, strong, and beautiful. A credit to her parent's, though her father adimantly denied this. I felt the urge to spend some time with her and make sure she was alright. I flew back to my loft, tucked away the flowers I hadn't planted just yet, and let the winds lift me back up into the sky as I soared toward the masion proper.
The kitchen window was open wide, and I hovered there, feet barely above the ground as I peered inside. "It is you, Angel. Welcome home." I smiled to her, then set the winds that carried me free, landing gracefully. I walked around to the door and came inside. "It's beautiful out today. What say we schedule an evening flight?" It would be cooler in the evening, but to be in the sky as the sun set and the stars appeared was something I favored and wanted to share with Angel. She seemed alright, as she made herself a sandwich, but one can never be too sure. Angel was also adept at hiding her emotions at times. "How was the trip home? Did you get what you went for?" I asked as I searched the fridge for a carton of tofu.
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Post by Angel on Apr 8, 2009 3:02:54 GMT -7
Hearing the voice, I had to smirk to myself, it was Storm, someone who I enjoyed talking to not to mention flying around with, though I didn't do that often. I normally flew alone, just like Wolverine rode his bike alone. Things like that to allow us time by ourselves, without others pushing in. "Thank you, its good to be home." I replied, cutting some cheese and tomato, spreading some low fat butter on bread and setting the cheese and tomato on top, although something was missing. Sprinkling a bit of pepper and salt, I squished the bread together, before taking a bit, chewing and again wincing as the bruise on my cheek made eating a pain. Literally. Fuck, I would have to finish otherwise it would be noted, or I could pass up that I wasn't hungry, but they may see through that. Biting back a retort, I swallowed, flexing my jaw and feeling the bruised skin stretch and more slight pain. This was going to irritate me.
"An evening flight sounds wonderful." I smiled softly, taking another bite. Oh yea, I was going to have to be extra careful. Allowing cool ice to form upon my skin, well more accurately on my free hand, I raised my hand, touching the bruise to cool it down rapidly and stop the throb, and it worked, which allowed me to move my jaw without feeling it, which was nice and meant I could eat my sandwich in peace. The ice left my fingers, picking up the sandwich again and tucking in, eating as if I hadn't eaten in days. The only thing I had eaten was the dinner I ate before leaving the mansion. Refusing to eat whenever I went back 'home' left me quite starved since flying did take allot of energy out of you. Swallowing another bite, I was reluctant to say too much, even more so to show off my cheek, though seeing was inevitable. Sooner or later, Storm would see, so it was better to get it over and done with now, than wait. If I acted differently, or tried to hide, Storm would know something was up. She wasn't stupid.
"It was, more or less, the same." Shrugging, I finished the rest of my food with gusto, trying to swallow without choking, before finishing. "Yep, my moms violin that she left me. I taught myself at a young age to play, yet the violin was never in my hand until I got it back." That was a long story, and hoping I didn't have to get into it, I poured myself a glass of water, to quench my thirst and wash down the last of my food. "That woman gets more violent everytime I go there, so when you look, don't freak too much." I warned, gulping down the water and setting the glass back on the bench. Now that I was both fed and watered, I allowed myself to face Storm, bruise clearly evident and seen. Hell, even if I did hide it, word would get around. "Can we fly now too?" Hating silence, and hoping to distract Storm so it wouldn't be such a big deal(who was I kidding though? mother like adult seeing something like this? its not something to wash under the rug, but as long as she didn't fly off the handle, I would be okay).
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Post by Wolverine on Apr 9, 2009 0:42:39 GMT -7
Just another shitty day in freaking paradise. I gunned my bike as I rode down the empty road back to the mansion from Harry's. A stub of a cigar clenched in my teeth as the wind whipped through my hair. Nothin' but me and the open road, just how I liked it. It was a nice, clear day, and I made a mental note to thank Storm for that. I tore through the gates, roared down the long, curved drive, and staight into the garage, sliding the bike in neatly. "Atta girl." I patted her as I got off and shut her down. I paused to light the bit of cigar I had left, letting the smoke curl from my lips as I gazed out at the mansion grounds. Kids were playing ball across the courtyard, Emma, the frost-bitch was keeping her eye on them, and her mind on all of us, no doubt. "Hmph." I turned on my heel and headed for the kitchen.
"Nice weather Storm." I stamped out my cigar on the palm of my hand, barely grimacing as my healing factor immediately took care of the burn. "Toss me one of them tomatoes, Wind Rider." She had her head buried in the fridge, and Angel was scarfing down a sandwich. "Hey, kid. How was the trip home?" I leaned back against the counter as I looked at Angel. Storm, just as I asked, threw a tomato my way without looking. I caught it, set it on the counter, and with a faint *snikt* let the claws on my right hand spring out. Two swift motions and I'd sliced it a damn sight better than a butcher at his craft. I grabbed the salt and dosed them heavily before stabbing the fruit and eating it straight from one still-extended claw. "Never did figure how these things made the fruit list. It's a vegetable if you ask me."
Angel turned and I caught a glimpse of a shiner. "Looks like someone got in a cheap shot. Hope you did 'em worse in return." I grunted, polishing off the rest of my tomato and heading for the fridge now that Storm had her head out of the way. I grabbed a coke, using the same claw to punch a hole in the aluminum can and took a deep draught. "Weeerrrrp!" I let out a belch that felt great and patted my stomach, enjoying Storm's grimace. "Really, Logan. Have some manners." "Sorry, mom. 'Scuse me." I smirked, taking another swig. She turned to fuss over Angel's bruise, leaving her tofu on the counter. I speared a chunk and sniffed it. "You eat this stuff?" I made a face, dropping the hunk back with it's unnatural brethren.
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Post by Jean Grey on Apr 9, 2009 2:26:29 GMT -7
((OOC: I'm starting in 3rd person, though I plan to write Jean in 1st... but until she's actually ALIVE... 3rd it is, hope this doesn't confuse anyone))
Anyone who lived through the time of Galactus' attack on Earth would know, there are cosmic beings in the Universe.
Entities that feed on Planets and Stars, the way a fat kid eats cake.
The scope of powers possible in this universe is unlimited, and those who knew Jean Grey in her life know that she has become a part of something greater, something so powerful that just living on Earth with it throws reality off it's cycle.
In her last Incarnation, the Shi'ar invoked the End Song, in hopes of destroying her, so that she could not destroy creation, but even their Alien technology, far more advanced than anything on Earth, could not destroy her.
With the help of the X-Men, Jean took the Phoenix, and went back to the White Hot Room to heal, to remember...
And it was in the White Hot Room that Jean found that the Phoenix was still not whole.
Sometime during her last visit, pieces were left behind.
In the White Hot Room, everything is known, everything remembered, and the path of action is clear, Jean must go back, and get her pieces together.
Outside of the White Hot Room, in the chaos that is the natural Universe, this level of knowledge is forgotten... but felt....
The Phoenix Force, now a sentient being in the universe, emerges from the White Hot Room, moving on instinct alone it blazes across space, passing billions of Stars, searching for the only Yellow Sun in the Milky Way.
Entire StarShips are hurled aside by the force, no obstacle could get in it's way.
The Phoenix lights up the Salem Center sky with pure flame that causes the beautiful day Storm created with her powers to pale, as she flies into the Earth itself.
Into the Grave, to wake up her favorite Host.
The Raptor cries out it's pleasure at being alive again, as the body starts to fight it's way out of the 6 foot hole.
When the body frantically fights it's way to the surface, and makes a loud wheezing sound as it starts to take in air again, it's just a shell, rotted and decomposing. But flesh starts to form, and within a full minute, Jean's body is complete once again, alive.
Sitting on the grass, she turns her face to the sky.
She knows her time alive is limited, and this makes her cherish every sensation she can from the natural world around her.
Though the pain of rebirth has driven the details of her mission from her mind, she knows this time it's not a mistake, she has a reason for being here... even if it's only temporary.
And knowing that this life is not a mistake, she smiles.
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Post by Storm on Apr 9, 2009 2:43:42 GMT -7
"I'm sorry things haven't changed for you at home Angel, but remember we're your family too, and this is also your home. I am glad that you retrieved what you went for. I'd love to hear you play." Wolverine came in, snuffing out his cigar before I could say anything about him smoking inside. "Logan." I commented, as I dug for my tofu, which somehow got moved to the very back of the fridge. I tossed him a tomato as he asked and finally found my tofu, placing it on the counter as Wolverine commented on Angel's bruise. "You've iced it already, the swelling's gone down a bit." I smiled to her. As an X-Men, I knew how often it was we get bruised, however Angel's was different. Her step-mother was a piece of work, and if I knew it would stick, I'd have forbidden Angel to return there.
Logan let out an enourmous burp, and I chided him until he excused himself. "Thank you, Logan. And yes, it's quite good. You should try some." His grimace made me grin once more as I popped a piece of tofu in my mouth, adding a bite of tomato left over from Angel's sandwich. I'd barely swallowed when something in the Earth's rotation felt...off. I stilled, gazing out the window, up at the sky. It wasn't just the Earth's rotation. The weather was changing, a cosmic shift that I felt to my core. "Logan, something's coming." He sniffed, body rigid. "I hear it Storm." I gathered the winds to me and soared out the kitchen window. Before alerting the other X-Men, I had to determine what it was. I felt a consciousness, but my powers were not exact in that area. Before I could call to Emma telepathically, she called to us.
"Storm, Wolverine, she's coming. You'd better be there when she wakes up. I'm sure she's not looking to see my face upon her umpteenth rebirth." "Jean?" I asked aloud, spinning in the air and directing my path toward her memorial. The ground below me shivered, a tremor as the earth split open, pulling in on itself where Jean's body was put to rest. The Phoenix. It had to be. The Phoenix was the only entity that kept Jean coming back again and again. I saw her corpse rise into the air and I halted where I was, floating a mere 7 feet from my dearest, oldest friend. I watched as her body reconstituted itself, and smiled as she lifted her face to the sky, smiling herself. "Jean!" I cried as I flew to her, the wind blowing away my tears as the formed. I would not cry, even as I coasted to the ground below her. "You're back." I smiled up at her, seeing Jean in control, though it was The Phoenix that brought her back, again.
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Post by Angel on Apr 9, 2009 3:04:45 GMT -7
"It was fine." I retorted as Logan came into the kitchen, my body tensed almost immediately at the sign of him. He was rough, gruff and tough, I'd never seen him fight or anything and didn't want to. Those claws of his were really something, and no way was I wanting to get on his bad side. The others seemed fine around him, yet I was still wary on how to act, careful and alert since, well, my past wasn't exactly clean and free from creepy men. Still, there was something about him that may be gruff about it, but my instincts told me he was good. Just tell my brain that. "Fruit list? I thought they were a vegetable. Or am I thinking of pumpkins?" I snickered, shaking my pink and brown hair which settled in my eyes, half obscuring the bruise which was good, yet Logan had already seen. Of course, the people I didn't want to see happened to get a glimpse, ah well, life went on. No biggie, and at least I didn't get a lecture.
"You kidding me? And give them something else to throw back at me? No way." I was on the brink of telling more than my guarded ways told me to so I shut it. As much as I looked slightly annoyed, I felt rather amused as the scene played out, "better out than in right?" I winked, somehow feeling much at home, and at peace, than I had before. Weird. "Thanks Storm." I smiled, a true smile that stretched on my face, bringing back a comment I heard long ago my god its beautiful when the girl smiles which someone said to me. Granted I didn't smile allot so it did kinda fit. "Easy to do when your made of ice." I added, flexing my fingers as tendrils of ice snaked across my skin before disappearing, and yes, I was showing off. Logan's claws made me eye them warily and try to outdo him. Something dumb, but it made me feel part of the family so that was my excuse. "Gonna have to train with you one of these days." I looked at Logan as I said it before heading out, about to walk up to my room, the air changed, became different.
"Whats going on?" Looking at each of them, I didn't get an answer. Storm was gone and snapping my wings open, I ran, threw myself outside and flew along where Storm had been, stopping a few feet and staring at the scene. This was too weird, and since I had no idea what was going on, I tensed up again, body became encased in ice, wings curled in protective mode. Just a dream, please let this not be something bad, what the hell is going on? Yes, my mind was going into warp overdrive mood. "Please tell me whats going on?" I shook slightly, mainly from emotion overload and thoughts, which was never a good combination. Though I felt protected in my shell of ice, anything strong enough could break it, which would leave me vulnerable. If this was a threat, Storm would have said something. Right?
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Post by Wolverine on Apr 9, 2009 3:22:46 GMT -7
"Gotta learn to put 'em in their place, kid. No harm, no foul I guess." I pushed Storm's tofu away, it smelled like.... well, there's a youngin' in here, so I'll watch my mouth. Let's just say I'd rather eat bugs. "Got that right." I smirked at Angel before draining my can of coke. Least the kid knew that a belch wasn't rude, just a natural body function. Even for a mutant. "Anytime, kid. Just give me a holler." Training with a flying cryokinetic, that was somethin' new. Usually I got one or the other, unless it was a team exercise, and still I managed to kick their scrawny butts.
Storm tensed, a sure sign that our quiet afternoon was gonna get roudy. "I hear it Storm." I tossed my can into the recylcing bin, sick of Emma bitching when I threw them away instead. I sniffed the air, but couldn't get a scent. I growled, frustrated. "Dunno, but we're gonna find out." I muttered to Angel as Storm flew out the window. I bolted for the door, seeing Emma hustle the kids off the lawn. The next minute, her grating, cold voice entered my thoughts. "Thanks for the heads up." I grumbled at her, irritated she can just hop into my mind on a whim.
"Storm, it's Jean!" I yelled up to her as I ran for the memorial. I looked up at Angel, confused and scared, now in her ice form. "Take it easy, kid, it's Jean. Until she comes up for air, we don't know what's up. Could be good, could be bad." You never could tell with The Phoenix. I can't say I wasn't happy to see Red again, though. Not that Angel's skin of ice could stop The Phoenix, especially if she came up dark. I skidded to a stop, crouching low as the earth trembled. "Here she comes!" I unsheathed my claws, just in case I had to get a jump on her and take her out. If The Phoenix was here to burn away the bad again, I'd have to kill Jean. Again. I was sick of that, but hey, at least I can give the girl some rest. Which is more than I can say for the firebird.
Jean's body shot into the air, skin reknit itself over bone and muscle, the tissue regenerating out of nowhere. Her red hair spilled down her back, shining in the sunlight. Her face was lifted to the sky and she smiled. I retracted my claws with a faint *snikt* and stood up straight as Storm landed. "Welcome back, Red." I smirked up at her. It was Jean, not The Phoenix, in control right now. I could smell the difference. "It's alright Angel, it's Jean." I waved to the kid, still a block of ice on wings in the sky.
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Post by Jean Grey on Apr 9, 2009 3:48:58 GMT -7
Storm and Wolverine come to meet me first, another mutant girl is with them, that I haven't met before, and she stands back, frightened and unsure.
It feels good to hear Logan tell her it's me that is back.
They know it's really me this time, and aren't trying to kill the Phoenix, which is good, because I have a reason for being here, and the Phoenix is not going to let me die before the mission is complete.
I raise off the ground, and dive into Storm's arms, hugging her tightly.
[glow=red,2,300]I've missed you guys SO MUCH![/glow]
After a good hug I let her go, smiling at Wolverine's smirk.
[glow=red,2,300]Yes, it's me. I have to do something....[/glow]
My voice trails off, as my mind tries to grasp what I've come back for.
As an Alpha Level Telepath, not even counting Phoenix Force Ability, I have a LITERAL photographic memory, so experiencing confusion on my own mind is worse for me, it's not something I'm used to.
The last time I came back, everything was muddled and confused, but it was all tainted with a sense of wrong.
I have a real reason for being here this time... and though I can't recall it right now, there is no sense of wrong, no feeling as if I don't belong.
I'm supposed to be here.
I shake my head, dislodging some heavy thoughts, to gaze at Ororo and Logan, glancing at the new girl as well.
There's a definition that living gives to everything, it's so much more vibrant than where I've been, where all senses are dulled and everything is tuned inside.
[glow=red,2,300]I can't remember what I'm here to do. But I'm not here to fix others, there's nothing to burn. I'm here.... for me.[/glow]
And, since I'm not overwhelmed with feelings of wrongness, and I don't remember what I'm supposed to do, I'm going to take advantage of my time here.
[glow=red,2,300]Well, the universe isn't falling apart right now, so it doesn't matter why I'm back. I'm back, and I want to live. [/glow]
I shrug, and smile again,
[glow=red,2,300]So, what's going on? How long was I gone this time? And excuse me, Who are you?[/glow]
I turn to the girl covered in ice, giving her a quizzical look.
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Post by Cyclops on Apr 28, 2009 15:20:29 GMT -7
'It's not glamorous work, but it has to be done regardless,' I thought to myself, shifting through the stack of paperwork before me. 'I don't want to deal with this. I don't want to go through the motions. But, I have no choice.' Each page felt like an eternity to complete. And even with the satisfying feeling of turning a completed sheet over and putting it in the 'out' pile is short-lived, after gazing at the fresh, untouched form beneath it. Being as numerous, they don't even warrant a sigh. Their just there. Inevitable as death and taxes. Emma hates going through these things as well, though she had the good fortune of being more active with the student body. Atleast, that's ONE of the ploys she would say just to get away from this. I don't blame her, but some teamwork would be nice. Have her or Hank come in here and help wade through this mess. Hell, another hour and I'll gladly take Logan coming in here and turning these papers into confetti. There just a nuisance, and I'd take anything over this.
Funny how the universe works. No sooner do I wish it, it appears seemingly from out of nowhere. I'd recognize it from anywhere. Anyone who lived through it once would know what it meant, let alone several. In the span of a few seconds, I felt an array of visions and memories past come back to haunt me. Each bringing it's own sort of pain and guilt, using my stomach as a punching bag. I can see her face all too well.
'...Jean...she's back......damn her....'
After processes the emotions, they get stored away again, leaving only discipline and a clear mind. I burst through the office doors, tear through the hallways and headed outside. I didn't have to look to know that Emma is watching me pass her. I didn't have to read her mind, or hear her voice in my head, to know what she would say. My focus was where the flames in the sky were headed: the cemetery.
I make it there and immediately stop in my track a good twenty meters from the group. From her. It was her. Not the Phoenix, not the world-devourer, and not the one that entered the White Hot Room. It was Jean herself. Smiling, hugging, embracing her friends again, like she had returned from vacation. My fist clinched so tightly I could almost feel it coming close to breaking the skin. Fine, let it, anything but this. But I pause a moment, take in some air, and walk cautiously towards her, staying ready for anything.
'I don't want to deal with this. I don't want to go through the motions. But, I have no choice.'..
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Post by Emma Frost on Apr 29, 2009 0:22:25 GMT -7
I didn't need to watch another heart-rending reunion between Jean and the others. It was Jean, not the Phoenix who'd come forth this time. But that made little difference to me. She was one in the same, and dangerous. At any moment the Phoenix could decide to overrule Jean's mind, and find some small wrong she felt she needed to make right. Only her idea of making things right included killing off everything, burning it away to make new. I was not in the mood for it. I herded the children back into the mansion, and stalked toward the Headmaster's office. Scott passed me, heading outside, to Jean. I stood there, hands on my hips and watched him pass. Not a single word was exchanged between us, verbally or via our mind-link. "Hhmph." I crossed my arms over my chest, exsasperated, and instead of stopping by the office, I turned for Cerebra. I could watch the whole, wretched debaucle from there. I had little love for Jean, and less for the Phoenix, even after having her inhabit my own glorious body. But the Cosmic Force known as The Phoenix was part of Jean Grey now, and it would always return to her, and to us, again and again.
It not only tries my patience, but gives me a headache as well. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I entered Cerebra's chambers. Taking my seat and tapping into Cerebra, the expanse of the mansion's yards came into view clear as day. I focused on the reoccuring space of Jean's resurrection, her memorial tomb. Logan, Storm, and Angel were closest to Jean. Storm's elation hitting my cerebral cortex like a thunder bolt. Logan's own lust was curling, red and raw, beneath his skin. If he was any less civilized and more animal, he'd have been panting at her feet. Scott stood some yards behind the grouping, his frustration ringing clear in my mind. I shook my head at hearing his thoughts, but did not broadcast my own to him. You always have a choice, Scott. Instead, I reluctantly turned to focus on Jean, to learn why she'd come back yet again.
The initial sensation upon tapping into Jean Grey's consciousness was unsettling. Two entities resided her, and though Jean was in charge, the Phoenix's presence was undeniable. I shivered as I recalled how it'd felt to house that force within myself. I'd expected some resistance, but with Cerebra's help, I slid into Jean's mind with ease. Jean herself could not recall why she'd returned, but deep within her psyche, the answer was there. Treading ever so carefully, I went in search of that answer, and found what I sought in the sleeping Phoenix's memories. This time, she was here to reclaim all her pieces, to become whole. That meant finding the Cuckoos, my daughters, and retrieving the spark of the Phoenix force they now housed. If I had any idea where to locate them, I'd have served them up to Jean on a silver platter. So what if I was eager to have her put to rest once more? Her place was not here, it hadn't been for an age now. Seeing as she was, for the time being at least, unaware of why she'd come back, I'd keep that bit of information to myself.
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Post by Storm on Apr 29, 2009 4:50:28 GMT -7
"It's quite alright Angel. You may remember me speaking of Jean Grey. This is her. She houses The Phoenix, and it is that power that's brought her back to us again. While she is two beings in one body, Jean Grey is not a threat, but a dear friend." I was about to elaborate when Jean threw herself into my arms. I was smiling and laughing, the sun shining and nary a cloud in the sky, I was so happy. "Jean! We've missed you as well. Welcome home!" She started to speak again, after leaving my arms, but quickly lapsed into silence as she thought. She shakes her head, clearing it, and I rest a hand on her arm. "Alright, Jean?" Her reply returns the smile to my face. "It will come to you, in time." She'd recall her purpose when the timing was right. I tossed my head back and laughed fully. "And live you shall!" I beckoned Angel closer, nodding to her that indeed all was well.
"Jean, this is Angel, one of our newer students. Angel, meet Jean Grey." I introduced them properly before answering Jean's other questions. "Much has transpired, as it usually does. As for how long you've been....away....a little over 2 years I do believe." I would tell Jean more of the events since her last time with us, but I wished for privacy to do that. Some things were best left between sisters, and Jean would always be a sister to me. "Your room hasn't changed, and you're welcome to it, of course. Perhaps later we can meet at the loft and have tea in my garden." I hugged her again. "It's so good to see you!" Logan was patiently waiting his turn to welcome Jean home, and another joined us.
"Scott, look who's back." I smiled at him before noticing the crease in his brow. "I've a few things to clean up back in the kitchen. Jean, I'll leave you with the gentleman for now. See you soon. Angel, if you would?" I nodded in the direction of the kitchen, hoping Angel would accompany me. It would also give me more time to explain to her Jean's past, and her near constant resurrection, not to mention leaving Jean with the two men who mattered most to her in her life. I passed Scott and gave him an apologetic look, I knew how trying it was on him to see his late wife returning yet again. I patted his shoulder, offering a little support on my way back to the kitchens. Even I didn't want to be in the middle of this triangle for longer than nessecary.
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Post by Jean Grey on Apr 30, 2009 1:11:07 GMT -7
Storm introduces me to Angel, and I smile to the girl.
[glow=red,2,300]Nice to meet you Angel.[/glow]
Storm, assuring and a ray of sunshine, despite the gloomy codename. She tells me the answers will come to me, not an ounce of doubt in her voice, not missing a beat, or showing signs of any of the undertones that seemed to creep up when Scott shows on the scene.
I felt him coming a mile away, how could I not?
We spent years in a telepathic bond, full access to every part of eachother's minds.
Before he got even close, I had erected a specifically powerful shield against any stray thoughts he might slip.
No one around should really notice, but another telepath would be almost blinded by it.
I don't have to try to read minds. It's much harder for me to block them out.
If I didn't have shields up, I'd go insane with thousands of thoughts from other people overwhelming me.
And Scott... I know him like I know no other.
My longing for him, after he had moved on, was so deep, even as I denied it, the Phoenix brought me back against my will, even LEFT my body for Emma's, just to have his love, because I longed for it.
A mental shield is the best I can do. To allow him some privacy. To be sure he will continue to move on.
To stop torturing him with this never ending cycle.
Well, judging from the tension that ripples through his body, his fists clenched hard at his sides, I'm still torturing him, just being here.
But Storm, doesn't seem to pay attention, buzzing over all of that with a 'look who's back!', before making a timely exit, taking Angel with her.
[glow=red,2,300]Tea... would be great.[/glow]
Yeah, right about... NOW!
With Storm and Angel walking away, I'm left with a shield up to fend off the thoughts of my best friend, who looks as though he could kill me himself just for being alive, and Wolverine, who hasn't even had a chance to get a word in yet, his cool demeanor radiating with something much deeper flowing underneath.
I'd rather face down a pack of Sentinels at this moment, then be standing right here, right now.
[glow=red,2,300]Scott.[/glow]
I finally look fully into that ruby red visor of his, but only for a moment, before pulling my eyes away, to focus on Wolverine.
For both of them, I will live, and I will die. And it will be worth it every damned time.
But being worth it, for me, doesn't exactly seem to be working on their end of the deal.
So many cycles, it bogs it all down at moments just like this.
So much grief, they get to experience, while I'm away, in the White Hot Room, where Cosmic things don't allow me to mourn, where there's more important things to be doing.
In ways not physical, I have ripped them both to shreds time and time again.
And now we stand here, an uneasy silence as I can't find any words.
I'm sorry doesn't cover it. I love you is no longer enough.
I could open my mind to them, like a book, in living color images, if they preferred.
But that's not fair.
I accepted the Phoenix Force, so that they could live.
It's just not fair to keep holding them back from it.
It's not fair that I can't be there for it.
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Post by Angel on May 13, 2009 4:36:42 GMT -7
What happened scared me. Man it scared me good. I've seen some odd stuff happen while being a member of the X-Men, but seeing someone, man I can't even explain it. Her skin reknit, tissue coming out of nowhere. I swallow, still allowing the ice to cover my body, not even Wolverine's words clam me down, heart racing, not knowing if I should flew or stay here. "Right, everythings okay. And I believe you why?" I called, feeling annoyed at my paranoia. They obviously knew here so why should I be so freaked out about this? My ice slowly melts while I lower myself to the ground, wings beating in a steady motion, inches above from the ground someone else is on the scene, Cyclops, and my initial reaction is to soar into the sky. It was only a moment before I held onto all emotions, allowing a second chance at landing on the ground, which this time worked, folding my wings into my body almost painfully tight.
One thing that got to me was how, family like they were. Hugging and being all nice. I half ignored Jean as Storm introduced who I was, feeling something in my stomach I hadn't felt in a while. Like I didn't belong. Following Storm, I didn't even speak, my mind trying to make up its mind, stay or leave. Stay or leave. Stay here and feel more like an outcast? Even Jean, who was dead, seemed more at place than I had, though I'd been here a while now. But if I left, where would I go? I had no home, no place to stay outside the mansion. I was screwed. "The looks and feels like a family. Not everyone is included." Yea I was bitter, because this whole thing just proved how much I didn't really belong. I didn't know everyone, was on speaking terms with a few but I never really bonded. I also felt bad because I was raining on their parade. They were happy she was back, I should be too. I'll never belong. I don't allow myself to. I thought to myself rubbing my neck which was slightly sore though I didn't know why.
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Post by toms shoes on Aug 7, 2012 0:23:15 GMT -7
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