Jean Grey will rise from the ashes (bornfromflames) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2015-06-04 10:32:00 |
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Who: Jean Grey, open to anyone who so happens to be on the Knowhere flight deck at the time.
What: Rebirth.
Where: The Flight deck.
When: Sometime in the morning.
Warnings/Ratings/Notes: Shouldn't be too bad, but if anyone outright attacks Jean, she will strike back, as a note. Also, people would've noticed a bright fireball hurtling towards the station sometime late last night.
Status: Open / Incomplete.
It always went back to the White Hot Room. Every time that she died, the Phoenix Force sent Jean's spirit back there. And every time, it felt a little bit longer. At least, to Jean it did. Sure, she never truly died, which was nice, knowing that for as long as she lived to be the true host to the Phoenix, she'd never truly know what it felt like to die. But each time that she was separated from those that she loved and cared about it, it hurt just a little bit more each time, while the Phoenix Force took its time to rebuild and get stronger again. And honestly? Part of Jean wished that it would just let her die and peace, and stay that way. The constant cycle of death and rebirth was, after awhile, quite tiring.
On most days, time seemed to pass in a way that Jean couldn't tell how long it had truly been since she'd returned to the White Hot Room. But other days...Jean found herself feeling that she'd be trapped in the state between life and death for so long, that when she finally reemerged, everyone that she loved and cared about would be long gone, and no one would remember her as the person she was, only as the Phoenix. And that was something that killed Jean more than anything.
Like every other time she was reborn, Jean was unable to predict exactly when it would happen. But each time, the process was about the same.
It is time, came the voice that was both hers, and some unearthly presence that had been in existence long before humans even walked the earth.
And each time, Jean was a little bit more reluctant to go back.
"No." She was afraid, she would admit. Afraid of having been gone for so long. Afraid of losing touch with those she cared about. Afraid that the world had changed in a way that she could no longer even dream of helping to reshape.
Yes. We have been gone for quite sometime, Jean Grey. We have come back, been destroyed, and like always, we will be reborn again. You will be reborn again. The world needs us. The world needs Phoenix.
"I have no place in the world, anymore. I've died too much and come back only to die again time and time again. I've lost too much. I want it to stop."
There will always be a place in the world for us, Jean Grey. As long as the Phoenix is needed, we will be. Birth, death, rebirth. Such is the cycle. Such is the way it must be.
Jean sighed, resigned. Every time it was this same argument. And every time, she lost. "I don't even know how long I've been gone for this time."
Soon, all shall be revealed... We are needed, Jean Grey. Phoenix must rise again.
And then, things happened like they normally did...except not entirely. Once again, Jean felt herself being entirely engulfed in the flames that always brought her back to life, restoring her psychical body to her once again. Air filled her lungs once again, as life returned to her, and she felt herself plummeting into space in an inferno of cosmic flame. To Earth, she assumed, where she always landed.
Except...she didn't this time. Jean found herself hurtling through space, faster than any speed she'd ever traveled through before, filled with life once again, surrounded in entirely in flame.
And then...she stopped, suddenly, crash landing in a place that she'd never been to before. To those that watched her fall, it would seem like a flaming shooting star was falling at them at an alarming rating, still engulfed in flames, even as it crashed onto the flight deck at Knowhere. When the flames died down, Jean stood there, in the outfit of the White Phoenix of the Crown, still hot to the touch.
Jean looked around, disoriented. She had no idea where she was...this was like no place the Phoenix had ever brought her to before. And unfortunately, the Phoenix had a tendency of being very bad in informing her exactly what she was there for.
Still, she was going to be on her guard...just in case.
"...Hello?"