InsaneJournal

They don't know my BURN.
Who: Phoenix & Jean OTA
When: Tuesday April 28th
Where: Jean's bedroom
What: Phoenix and Jean are having issues.


She had been sick, more sick than she had ever really felt. Food didn't kill the nausea she had felt after leaving the sick room, and after placing all the next week's paper work into the hands of a not so willing assistant, she had convulsed herself into the elevator and had asked a guard for assistance in getting back to her own bedroom. That had been five long agonizing hours ago, and even in her strange burning fever, she couldn't do a whole lot more than lay and fry.

Perhaps 'fever' wasn't a very good concept to apply here. Nothing about this held the feeling of a usual fever other than the constant heat and the strange chills. Her body felt like she was at least hitting temperatures of 150 and above. Even though she lacked the equipment to diagnose herself, the burning feelings racked her body from head to toe. Visions took her mind, stars flying past her eyes, yearning, longing, desire, it all flooded her as if it was the hunger beyond her desires. Need. Fuel. Something was indeed needed, something deep and necessary as life itself. More planets and faces, feelings and emotions, it all flew through her like a movie set to fast forward at light speed. Too much, it was all too much. Sweat had poured out of her, her body shook violently with the chills, and her bedding was covered in a glistening because of it all.

Child. Why will you not come with me? Deep inside the redheaded woman, the Divine Bird of Fire was mourning the sense of loss for her own right path. Something was terribly wrong on this island, and her chosen child had decided to stay here. She couldn't leave her nestling here to die on this filthy piece of rock. It simply wasn't right. This nest was tainted, tampered with, and broken. Much like a physical body, the Fire Queen considered it all infested with a virus, and within the body itself, one would heat up to kill the suspected invasion. Thus, the Divine Creature was arguing within itself, the desire to cleanse the land was still strong, but if her Child considered it right and good, then something wasn't ready to die yet, was it? It was that inner conflict that would cause great physical pain to the woman who housed the being, and that person was Jean.

She had no idea what was going on, all she knew was that she was hungry. Almost violently hungry. Something was terribly terribly wrong. She needed someone, something, somehow, to make her better. Her eyes opened, red and hard, focused and needy. Consume. She needed. Her hand reached out, pointing at the light on above her head. It flickered a moment before bursting, the electrical energy being sucked out of the socket and through the wires, straight to the form on the bed. Feeding the Phoenix on the inside, immediately changing the electrical input to energy in her physical body, feeding the battle within. Her body lit on fire, both physical and psionic, torching her hair in a deep red flames. Smells of fire and charred bedding swirled around the room, starting the sprinkler system to cover the room in water. Every drop sizzled, but it only happened to fuel the fire. She laughed, a harsh yet happy sound, the knowledge that once this all unleashed, she could not be stopped. The sound echoed into the bedroom as the bed below her started to burn, a nest of flames engulfing her form, burning away the skin and flesh until all that was left was the woman's soul and the Phoenix's form.

Blended without space between, she curled back up and closed her eyes. That felt much better. Now she was truly her own, her self, complete and finalized. The Phoenix and the Woman she inhabited. This was her place, this was the reality. Both pieces finally felt at ease, synched properly, and much more settled than before. Psionic fired covered her body, made up her body, and completely engulfed her for now. This was better. Much better. If only there was more metal, and more energy. She disconnected from the electrics socket, feeling a bit better for the moment. Much like a person who had gorged themselves on Christmas dinner, the Creature was satisfied and she curled deeper into the ashen blankets, nesting and comfortable.