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[fireincarnate]

[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.

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[fireincarnate]

Shoot. [A wry smirk frames the word.]

[magnetic_magpie]

What deal did you make? What are you bargaining for?

[ No point in beating around the bush - but he's quiet as he asks, concerned. ]

[fireincarnate]

[The smile fades abruptly, utterly.

She's silent, for a moment, gaze mournful and searching.]

How much do you know about the Phoenix?

[magnetic_magpie]

Oh-I. My apologies Jean. You don't need to explain.

[ 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. ]

[fireincarnate]

...You're full of surprises, you know that? [There's a quiet, delighted wonder in the words.]

[magnetic_magpie]

[ And that gets a huffed laugh. ]

Always have been.

[fireincarnate]

Always? [Her smirk is wry.] The supervillainy was getting kind of hackneyed, honestly.