Re: [quicklog: louis d/jean g]
[Perhaps this wasn't the best time for anyone to be at the school. Wanda was still not well. Domino had disappeared. One of the students had gone invisible and couldn't figure out how to reappear. And Jean? Jean was dealing with the constant screeching of the Phoenix Force. It had already been concerned with the lack of mutants, but threats against that population forced Jean into a paranoia that made her want nothing more than to gather them all together for protection.
They are all going to die. The Witch will destroy them all away if the general population doesn't kill them first. Burn her. Kill the witch. The world will be safe. It will be right. She breaks the order of the universe. We're in danger. Danger. The witch is a threat. I know. We know. We are one. Always and forever. Feel it. I'm right.
"ENOUGH!" The edges of the words bled into the cosmos, Jean's voice shaking from the strain of holding back the creature that wanted nothing more than to gain control for only a moment. A moment was all the Phoenix Force needed, and it was so close. The fire that had erupted from Jean's body died down, flames in her eyes and hair licking her face with power before they flickered out. She always had someone to lean on, to turn to, and now she was alone. We are one. We are together. She had to be the strong one, the one people could rely on, but how when there was no way she could rely on her own thoughts anymore?
The knock on the door took her by surprise, breaking the conflict inside of her body that threatened to eviscerate any humanity she had remaining within. They had come for the mutants. It was too late. She'd have to try and harness the Phoenix's power. To protect them. Not because it was more exhilarating than any sensation a human could fathom. Her mind reached out to scan the grounds, expecting anger and hatred but met with only a singular entity that was clearly not here to attack. Jean pulled her telepathy back and rushed to the door, opening it with no hesitation. The redhead looked tired, dark circles under green eyes, and the fitted white blouse wrinkled and untucked from her jeans. The exhaustion was quickly replaced by pure concern, features softening as she looked over the man standing before her.] Come in. Please. [No wings, so it could be safe to assume this was the anonymous voice on the journals, but she'd burned herself before with assumptions.] I'm Jean Grey. [A tilt of her head, her lips quirked into an easy smile, and she moved aside to give him room to enter.] We spoke earlier, yes?