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Phoenix :+:Jean:+: Burn the lies away (withintheflames) wrote in athinblackline,
@ 2009-04-10 01:17:00

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illusion, phoenix

Witness the Birth of a Goddess
Who: Phoenix OTA
When: 2:30am Thursday
Where: Just outside Green block
What: Jean is asleep and the collar stops subjecting Phoenix to it's own dampening abilities, ultimately setting her free to roam the night.
Notes: Cut texts are property of Marvel
Warnings: PG-13 for language and gore

The night had been cold and Jean was simply wrapped up in her bed, sound asleep, and dreaming away. She was no longer in control, and the creature within her had been quiet, settled, and waiting for the chance to rise from her enforced slumber. Nothing had cracked, not a moment had passed since she had been forced behind the jail cell of that piece since it was given to the stupid girl host of hers. They had once agreed, gotten along, the fights, the pits, it had all vented the rage that the Phoenix carried with her, burning deep into her core. The fires had lit the night sky as if it were a dawning day, and the Red Queen had ruled the island once. Swelling with pride and gladness at the song of death in her memories, the creature shifted as if filtering feathers to smooth them out. The redheaded woman rolled over in her sleep.

Useless girl, so willing and read to bend to anyone who would care. If someone called her name she went running. It was sad really, pathetic, to watch her hound for a morsel of affection. Her will was so weak, so very weak. She was lucky, really, to have such a great partner on her side. Being symbiont would support the stupid girl better than it would serve such a divine creature. At least the great bird was still alive. She stretched, beneath the skin, seething at her mortal captive who had somehow enslaved her for the sake of this place the woman called 'home'.

Wrong, it was all so completely wrong. The creature's home was in the stars, among the planets and dark matter, between gravitational fields, to soar free, to devour and encompass. That was her purpose, not this deplorable excuse for living, caged like a weak excuse for a mythical being. She had been the cause of the myths, she had been the reason they existed, to grant the humans a reason to believe in truth. Those same races now enslaved her for their own joy, and her childish host had taken it without argument, like a gift. This was no gift.

A pause. Sensing, feeling. Something had changed. The woman, the host, was still sleeping, still caught in her dream, the imagery of some male or other whisking her off her feet, the same boring nonsense, and yet something was different. The Phoenix stretched her wings. Space, as if the ceiling had been ripped away, as if the very room had changed all around her. A sense of greater openness, likened to the memories long past of the time before the necklace, before the control. A time when the Phoenix sang her death song in the pits and nothing and no one would stop her from it.

Something was very different indeed.

It took very little time for the divine entity to make it's way out of Jean's inner sanctum of the mind, even less for her to flood the consciousness that was abandoned, and enrapture the silly mortal in her own body. The drugs were gone, the ever present sense of restraint finally lifted, and the body she was borrowing started to glow with exact change. Red filtered over her form then, an absolute difference from the woman before. Where Jean was motherly and gentle, Phoenix was sharp and demanding. Where the redhead was caring and perfectionist, Phoenix was exacting and perfect itself. As different as day and night, dark and light, the deeper portions of the woman were hidden within this symbiotic relationship, and while few had seen it, even less had understood it. There had only been one thing to keep her from bringing the entire thing down and turning it to rubble. That necklace.

Now, without the barrier of technology, the island would become her playground.

The body lifted off the bed and rotated in the air, spinning, her hair flying around her form as atoms and molecules shifted into a new shape, clothing changing with a single thought. Where before there had been a black night shift, now there was a set of pants and some kind of covering, a symbol of some nature adoring her front. The imagery of her own being combed over her form, a thick black almost living writhing ooz of cloth formed itself to cover her at her own will, the remainder of the cloth wrapping about her arms as she slowly lowered herself to ground level, not exactly touching down. She walked then, forward and straight through the wall, ignoring the items, the molecules that hers were slipping through, sliding them by the boundaries around her own, then reforming them immediately on the other side. Concentration never once leaving her as she walked on.

Flames licked at her body, drawing the eyes of the first poor sap to notice her. "You're not supposed to be out here!" He was reacting to the abilities without a thought to who it was he was speaking to. He turned to press a button on the remote he likely wore, hoping it would work, would help. Phoenix reflectively waited, knowing what should happen. Nothing did. A wicked smile moved over her lips and the man she now faced realized not only who he was talking to but what was going to happen now. "I-I'-I'm sorry, Miss...I mean...I ..." He started to stammer a reply, but it was all too little and far too late. She rotated her head to the side like a hawk considering a morsel of food, or watching a rat run in circles out of fear. All it took was a moment to kill him, to stop his heart, to sever his brain stem or spinal chord. A mere thought to do nothing but silence his man's life, his spirit, and yet what else was there to do? He would die.

She reached out, drawing him to her until his throat met her hand and she lifted him up off the ground, flames writhing around him, licking at his mind just like the were attacking his flesh, slowly burning him layer by layer. She spoke to him as well, deeper and louder than the terror that scratched at him, making any movement impossible. I am the Dark Phoenix, the power behind your Red Queen. You are no longer a useful being. I remove you from this place for all time. He heard her, he just couldn't respond as he began to die in her hands, his heart beating faster in the body's survival attempt, though the light show had brought onlookers. Somewhere a woman screamed as the stench of rotting flesh filled the nostrils of those around her. She released the hold on him, the metal in his uniform had long since melded to his charred flesh, his vocal chords finally going silent, his eyes fusing shut with blood. It was amazing that he was still alive, how resilient these pesky mortals could be.

She looked up from his immovable and slumped form from where she had dropped him, into the small crowd that had gathered. Who was next? Who would dare stop her in any manner. Death tasted wonderful on the night air as destruction suddenly echoed around her. Others were out. Others were free. Mutants. The next evolution of these humans. The next race. They were out there, just like her, seeking freedom, and knew that they would be denied it.

The light around her flashed, the sky lighting around her, near by likely blinding those who were too close, the emblem of the entity lighting up the sky like a small sun, it's bird like effect etched into the surrounding cloud line as the moonlight shone down. They could not stop her.

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ebonempress
2009-04-13 09:23 am UTC (link)

Both Reaper and Tenshi were awake, aware, and in the world when things started to shift. Mia herself came to wakefulness just moments after her door clicked open on its own. She sensed something, the passive scan of minds meeting with something it could not identify....alien desires for stars and sky and death. It nudged her awake. With a slight yawn, she sat up and looked at the two who both shook their heads no. They didn't know what was going on as neither of them had been out of the room to check on things. Mia slipped off the bed, put her feet on the floor, and her clothes turned shades of red. Then she put one hand to her door and opened it carefully. It wasn't locked so it offered no real impediment.

There were others moving through the halls, running, Mia slid along the wall. Reaper didn't bother trying to make himself small. Instead he stepped out into the center of the hall and made others go around him. After a minute or so, he reached out and picked Mia up, walking through the halls with her cradled against his chest. Tenshi chose to simply disappear.

Getting out of the building wasn't difficult. It was the scene once they were outside making even Reaper wonder what exactly was going on. He was looking up when Phoenix dropped the guard. His lips pulled back over his teeth, not in disgust but rather in admiration of the power required to do such a thing.

Mia moved to get down and go to Sand. Something wasn't right. Sand was different. Reaper finally allowed her down after a moment or two of her fighting. The girl looked at the lightshow and then put her hands out in front of her. A small version of the same show appeared above her palms. With she did that, one could not be sure. Perhaps it was simply a thing of monkey see, monkey do. With Mia, that was always possible. Reaper stood behind her, his wings flared out around him, leathery bat-like appendages. His own looks were becoming more demonic as opposed to less. His wings grew, his eyes darkened, fingers shifted toward claws. Guards were starting to gather, brought by the beacon of Phoenix. He refused to allow Mia to be in danger.

The girl herself looked around and then at Sand again, trying to figure out for herself what was going on. Perhaps it was best she couldn't make it make sense on her own.

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withintheflames
2009-04-13 05:23 pm UTC (link)

The Red Queen didn't see or hear the commentary all around her, but she felt it, the energy of it buzzing through the air as people were drawn to the brightness, like moths to a flame and all would die just as quickly. All it took was a little concentration and they would all disappear. Burn away the uselessness in the Universe. All things that did not need to remain, all that was past it's time, would be removed, starting with the island. This place, this land, these people, all of it held a stench of being long abandoned. The taint of their actions and the blood they enveloped themselves in would be the death of them. The very ocean around their island would glimer an iron red after she was done. It would feel like a nice snack to the bird of fire. The world whirled in her vision as fires expanded, licking up her form and arching into the night as her head tilted back, eyes closed, focused on the song from distant stars, planets taking shape in her mind. Yes, she would go there next. For now, she was needed here.

It started with the edges, the sand from the beach, the worry from the building near it, the metal in the jets harbor silented by the work of human hands to form it into something they could use, and the feeling of caverns underneith her. They would all change before she was done, the metal longed to return to it's birth, it's womb of earth and darkness. The caverns would be filled again, the spaces no longer useful to those who couldn't breathe in the chemicals of decomposition. The creation of change would kill those under it all, and the divine creature grinned in the pleasure of the difference. This was her purpose, to make things right again. Music filled her ears as she began the work, the atoms shifting first around her, then outwardly, sliding over the people, the ground, the objects in her path, those that were unnecessary would be cleared away, collars would be broken and useless, batteries or anything else technical would be demolished out to twenty five feet from her. It would have been larger, further, except for the fact that something caught her attention.

Some kind of wild animal was there, near by, watching her. That strange sense of another being, smaller, still mortal, but important in some fashion, for the change of this world, a truth that she could feel better than she could understand it so far. This woman needed to be taken care of, saved in some fashion, form the cruelty of the world around her. The Phoenix turned and looked at her. Fire burned in her eyes, the actual image of anything else was lacking, the body consumed with that raging inferno. The mind of that great creature touched upon the other one, gently, but still all encompassing. Her thoughts, for a moment were synced with the childs, her knowledge absorbed, and then that presence left the woman below her. Phoenix knew all that Mia had seen, had known, her memories consumed, but not destroyed. Suddenly, all damage that could have happened to the child had been averted, avoided, and the focus of destruction leaving a five inch perimeater around the woman on all sides. The Darkening Phoenix turned again, floating further up, lifting herself where she could see the rest of the island. Near by a building exploded, not her doing, but interesting anyways. She grinned, an eerie look as the fires cast a strange glow over her face, the dust and rubble shaking the ground she wasn't connected to. The fragments of that building started to dispurse, atoms breaking down into dust, slowly rising and disappearing as she used them to slowly fill up the holes beneith the ground that she could feel, healing the wounded earth. Someone's office was half full by the time she ran out of fragments, and she looked around for more items to fill it with. Her choice became some one's jet, breaking down the metalic fragments and seperating them from the cloth and cushioning that didn't belong underground. All would be healed.

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ebonempress
2009-04-14 12:45 am UTC (link)

The world began to change. If Mia could articulate the concept, reality began to shift and find its purpose in the mind of another. The only reason Mia knew this was because her own abilities felt the strength of the need to change it, yet it was something that even she was hardly capable of. Her reach was truncated by the energy available to her body. Her body could not, would not, accept the amount of power necessary to truly change things on such a grand scale. Whether such a thing would ever be open to her was a question no one living could answer....but probably not. She was a mutant, a powerful one, but certainly not on the level of the one who looked down on her from the center of a blaze. While others might never be able to feel the way the world moved, changed, seemed to come apart at the seams around them, Mia felt it. Yet she was not afraid.

This was outside of her. She did not fear it. It was the things in her own mind she feared. The things she had seen and was capable of which kept her from ever surfacing truly in her own mind. The refusal was all that kept her safe. Never to do battle with the shadows at the edge of her own vision.

Mia didn't see it as a physical thing when Phoenix tapped into her head, touching her memories with immolated fingers, combing through them with an intensity one could easily call terrifying. Reaper saw it mimicked physically in the air around his little girl, the fire that wasn't truly fire. It surprised even him. Yet the lack of aggression kept him from doing more than putting his hands out to his little girl who was staring up at the woman she called Sand.

Wings. Feathers. Fire. "Momma," it was an odd word for Mia to say. She had never called her real mother, Monica, Momma. It was Mother back then. Mother had been the word she screamed when she found her mother dead hanging from the tree.

"If you wish to call her that," he growled out at her, not surprised by the change in his voice. It tended to do that when his body changed. He could see what Mia was referring to. Phoenix was creating. Mothers created. Phoenix sought to heal wounds. Mothers healed wounds. Phoenix wanted to punish those who made this mess. Mothers punished also. "I think we should go back in and leave her to this business." The light around Mia had died down to a point where he felt safe to touch her. "She doesn't want you hurt and it is easier if we go back in and go to bed." Mia looked at him. Then back at the woman so near, seeming unsure of what should be done. In or out?

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withintheflames
2009-04-16 07:42 pm UTC (link)

People everywhere were starting to scatter. The amusement had turned dangerous, and it was time for them all to get their pompous asses out of there. Humans all over the island were starting to move for the jets and trying to leave. Phoenix grinned, turning towards those engines and with a single flicker of thought, they were exploding, one by one. The cabins started to burn and people would be trapped inside to die in the flames. And still, she rose further.

They would die, they would all die and it would restore the balance of this place. Those who had been born to rule and lead would take a standing place, they would restore balance, and she would be among them. Walking among them, the Red Queen again in her rightful place. Her Court would rule the planet, upholding peace and balance and order. And then once it was all settled again, she could make for the stars, to continue onto the rest of the Universe to restore that which was necessary for the Cosmos.

Mother. The word cut though the sounds to reach the burning woman who was now ascending into the sky. Destruction was her warning, fire was her light, and death was her song while she danced through winds of stars, moving into the night beyond. The word stopped her as she finished the ascension, holding that place in the dazzling brilliance as she set the darkness aflame. It was as beautiful as it was terrifying, and yet there didn't seem to be an end. Mother. It had been said, uttered, and among the crowd was one person who was not afraid. Again, Phoenix turned her attention towards that individual. Her soft voice had made it's way up, into ears primed for listening.

For a moment, she considered, and then reached out a hand to the girl below her. That movement, that moment, beckoned for the smaller woman to come with her. There was so much to do, and they could do it. Together. She spoke to her then, in her mind. Come with me. You no longer need to be broken. Those eyes flared, red psionics leaping from her to envelope the other in the same flames, yet remaining unharmed. I will heal you. And it started, unasked for, that same process of burning away the lies that withheld truth, started to occur within the smaller woman's mind. One small piece after another would be healed until nothing was still shattered or broken. The divine creature could heal the other without fail, but a complete process would take time. She would keep her there until then, assuming nothing went wrong to separate them until it was over.

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ebonempress
2009-04-16 11:32 pm UTC (link)

Despite the number of people running, Mia seemed unphased. Her mind was elsewhere, contemplating the woman above her and the desires she could feel as palpably as humid summer air on the skin. It clung to her, blown smoke leaving behind its scent. Every time Phoenix changed things in the world, bringing her will to bear on reality, Mia felt it. Little shocks traveling over her skin. Such a thing should have terrified her. Should have. It only made her confused.

This was not Sand, though Sand was in there....her desires were in there but they were so small when Mia felt for them. A candle flame inside a bonfire...a little bitty ember threatening to be consumed by the conflagration it gave rise to. This was Momma, born of fire and fire would cleanse all. At least that was what she felt, Mia did not know completely what to make of the desire to cleanse and then leave.

The leaving caused the child distress. Going to the stars was beyond her. Or at least beyond her capabilities in the now. And the now was all Mia had. It was nearly impossible for her to consider the future, just as she sheltered herself from the past. She was dwarfed besides this being, yet she wanted to be close. Closer. While others ran, terrified, Mia turned from Reaper to look at the flaming star, her eyes dark and confused. Then she told her to come up.

That was all it could be interpreted as: Come to me. Now this was something that Mia could do. Flames were all around her and like any child confronted with something fascinating, she turned around inside of them and touched them. Mimicking them unconsciously before she herself started to rise. Flight was possible for her. All things could be possible for her. Such was the ability to change the world. Reaper watched her go, shifting and fading from the current plane to return to Mia's mind where things were shifting as if a whirlwind had touched down there.

The glass panes of memories, so many shattered over time moved in bits and pieces fitting themselves back into frames. There were many things she still would not remember. Things started from recent memory, watching others who were hurt. Knowing the pain some felt. Realizing that she could help someone to find what they were looking for. Recent encounters. Seeing her name on the back of the Ipod Brynn had given her. Sleeping next to Aidrian after realizing he was gone. Little recent memories fitting themselves together in time. But it was something. Anything was better than nothing. Unlike the Phoenix herself who remained stationary, Mia seemed to want to play with this flying thing.

No one had ever taught her to fear heights, so she floated there. Then she went upward, turning circles in the air above then spiraling around the Phoenix. There was pleasure there even as things changed her in her head, it did not dampen her moment.

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withintheflames
2009-04-19 09:41 am UTC (link)

Such an intricate mind, such depths to heal, and Phoenix intended to uncover them all, one by one. It wasn't so much an important movement, as the creature felt it necessary to help another who felt so very much like herself.

Nothing was unimportant or avoidable, as it was all involved in who and what Mia was. Ever movement, moment, and hour was a piece and part of what made up the child now swirling around her. The other's energy made her smile. Another piece fit together, and another memory snapped back into place, sealing over as if nothing had ever been damaged to begin with. Heal. Live. Freedom. Those were the silent promises that each piece brought to the table and every step was closer and closer to them.

The island, mean while, was still undersegue. None of it was as positive a moment as what Mia was experiencing up and into the sky. The block's roof started crumbling very slowly, miniscule fragments at a time. Another plane started to disappear and fill the void below the surface. Heal the land. Kill the humans. Their bones would yield nutrients. Nothing wuold survive the purge except the evolved. They would stand alone among the ruin and bring forward the next group of mutants, the change would occur, and with it would swing the new power, the strength to maintain life that they so needed. She would be their freedom.

And somewhere inside, Jean Grey was crying, mourning the destruction of her home.

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ebonempress
2009-04-19 12:01 pm UTC (link)

All would have been fine if Mia had not looked down. She knew nothing, nor truly cared about the airplanes. The silver birds came and went all the time, she sometimes waved at them and watched their trails along the sky. Such was simply her way of understanding things. However, she looked down and the roof was disappearing a piece at a time. While she was not upset with Phoenix for doing it, the island disappearing did frighten and she stopped in her aerial cavorting to look.

It brought to the surface more clearly the tears she could practically hear. Sand didn't want the island gone. Momma wanted the island healed. Mia was afraid of the island going away.

Mia moved to put her arms around Phoenix. She wasn't sure what to make of how she felt. This was her home. Mia didn't want her home to go away. Phoenix couldn't make her home go away, could she? No, this was home. Not ready to lose home yet.

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withintheflames
2009-04-21 04:36 pm UTC (link)

Emotions shfited with those arms, the feeling of being held, suddenly snapping her concentration. Affection was strange to the Fire Queen, and the sensation of it took all of her focus. The rooftops stopped disintregrating, the fires slowly started climbing back to her from their expanse all over the island. She was needed here and now by the young woman who seemed to be all but crawling into her arms. The only thing that didn't stop was the healing she had begun on Mia's mind. Mia. This girl had a name. If Phoenix was Mother, then this girl, Mia, was Daughter.

The Divine Being stopped, looking firebright eyes into the younger woman's and asked the most important question she would ever ask anyone. Why?. The child's response would determine what happened next. The island and it's inhibitants were literally hanging in the balance of her response. If it was an acceptable answer then the desire to stop her would be given into. If it was not, however, that desire would take the edge and push the monster to consume the island, leaving the evolution of the human race to continue spreading in the natural progression without petty human thinking getting in the way. It was tempting, so very tempting, to just kill them all, consume them, their death would feed her life.

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ebonempress
2009-04-21 05:09 pm UTC (link)

Mia did not hate Revolve. Revolve was her home. She didn't know a reality unlike it. So the loss of it was something she wasn't quite ready to confront. Momma wanted to make the island go away; Mia wasn't prepared for it, so she clung to Phoenix with her confusion. It was hard for her to articulate such a thing. Mia could barely speak most of the time, with her mind slowly being changed, she was still uncapable of taking this thought of 'This is my home' and making it into a spoken thought. All she had was the constantly swirling confusion of what would she do with her home gone?

She needed it to feel safe.

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withintheflames
2009-05-04 06:10 pm UTC (link)

Safety was an illusion for those who were corporeal to this world, but Mia's need for it was simple, and Phoenix, in her own way did not want to damage her new child further by ignoring the woman's plea for such a thing. She could not remove the girl without an acceptable amount of desire to leave.

Mia needed this place.

A simple thought. A simple hope, and it all forced the creature of fire into a different mindset. This was currently unneeded. This change was settled, and for the moment, unimportant.

Not yet. Not now.

She nodded, wrapping arms around the girl who clung to her. Support, love, adore, cherish. These things were necesary. Destruction of this place, for now, was not.

And that's when the fires began to die down. Life started to settle in, and Phoenix looked around at the destruction she had created. It would contiune, but not just yet.

For now, she needed to carry her daughter inside and put her to bed. The illusioned figment was right. Now was time for bed, not wakefullness.

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