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fireincarnate) wrote2015-02-07 02:30 pm
fireincarnate) wrote2015-02-07 02:30 pm
Video | 4th Wall
[Jean is in her room, sat cross-legged on her bed. The thick green sheets are scrunched up round her knees, and a menagerie of stuffed animals surround her. She's wearing a loose sweatshirt and faded pyjama pants.
She looks for all the world like a normal woman, save for the portraits behind her - graduation day for the first team of X-Men, standing tall and proud in their battered uniforms; the second team goofing around after a hard mission, with no heed for wounds or bloodstains.]
Hey there. I'm Jean Grey - or Marvel Girl, or Phoenix. I'm a mutant, and an X-Man, and a cosmic host. [She says it all blithely, shedding secrets like an old skin. It won't really matter, probably - but it feels exhilarating, all the same.] I'm also a junior therapist and a former model, but those aren't as exciting.
I'm broadcasting from a place called the Barge; we sail somewhere between dimensions, I think, and sometimes our network opens up to all of them. I'd love to talk to you, even if I don't know you yet, or you've never heard of me.
She looks for all the world like a normal woman, save for the portraits behind her - graduation day for the first team of X-Men, standing tall and proud in their battered uniforms; the second team goofing around after a hard mission, with no heed for wounds or bloodstains.]
Hey there. I'm Jean Grey - or Marvel Girl, or Phoenix. I'm a mutant, and an X-Man, and a cosmic host. [She says it all blithely, shedding secrets like an old skin. It won't really matter, probably - but it feels exhilarating, all the same.] I'm also a junior therapist and a former model, but those aren't as exciting.
I'm broadcasting from a place called the Barge; we sail somewhere between dimensions, I think, and sometimes our network opens up to all of them. I'd love to talk to you, even if I don't know you yet, or you've never heard of me.
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Magneto. [No. He's not wearing that awful helmet, and he's not tearing the world apart around her, and he's not sneering his superiority or proclaiming his dominion.] ...Erik.
...Are you really?
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P r o b a b l y. It just furthers sinks in that most see him as a monster. He'd bankrolled on that reputation once. And lost. Horribly. But he is amused. ]
Erik, please. And I am.
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...Thank you. [There, that's a start.] You look - well, like you ran into someone's fist a few times.
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You're welcome.
[ He laughs and turns the phone, then slides it where he was - there's a heavy wooden desk with wires hanging from a small hole, some stripped, some connected. ]
Just once actually. Looks that bad?
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There's genuine warmth in her smile, small as it is.]
It does, yeah. Have you at least put ice on it?
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It's only ten minutes old.
[ Which says just how hard he hit. ]
And I don't have any in here. I'll just...deal with it.
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No need to fret, I've had far worse.
[ It could be mocking - it's not. He's grateful, in a way. Mutants and Mutants, even if they don't like each other. Community is community - and she's calling to mind Charles. ]
And you my dear, are you well?
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But it's not a cynical sound. She can recognise the sincerity, even if it contradicts everything she's ever known.
...No, not everything.]
Well enough. The Barge is - wild, and unpredictable, but that's not so different from home.
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So I can imagine. If I may ask you a question?
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[ No point in beating around the bush - but he's quiet as he asks, concerned. ]
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She's silent, for a moment, gaze mournful and searching.]
How much do you know about the Phoenix?
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[ And he is - that clear. And probably says how much he does know, that he'd regret deeply and so instantly bringing the topic up. ]
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Always have been.
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