From Ashes (phoenix_rising) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-05-07 14:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen), jean grey (phoenix), logan howlett (wolverine) |
Oh honey
Who: Jean, Logan, Emma and some unfortunate Clonetroopers
What: Clonetroopers turn on the "Jedi", things get a little hot, and Emma has to calm Jean down
When: 5/5
Where: Somewhere
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13 for toasted Logans and Phoenix-fried Clonetroopers and really sick burns
The droids had been fun. Jean had crushed and scorched them, letting out all her anger and her conflicted emotions in a way that was mostly harmless. At least mostly harmless for people.
She'd even met and befriended a squad of troopers that had been fighting the droids. They called them "Clankers" which made sense. They certainly were loud. Logan had joined her and he sure seemed to be having fun, too, even if he eyed her sometimes. It wasn't like she was losing control.
With another platoon of droids smoking husks, she turned to the troopers and planted her hands on her hips. "Well boys, I don't know about you, but I could really use a drink."
"Now that's a damn good idea," Logan agreed. He stepped up to Jean's side. "You feelin' okay, darlin?"
"I've never been better." Jean winked at him, having to resist a sudden and mighty urge to shove him against a fallen tank and kiss him. That was the dreams talking, with a bit of their old history in this world. She loved Emma, and she wouldn't want to hurt her.
"All right." If Jean didn't want to talk about it, Logan wouldn't press it until the current situation was handled. He pulled a cigar out of his shirt pocket and lit it up.
It was like a switch flipping on. Jean heard it all around her, by the dozens, by the hundreds. A mental switch that was in a way far too familiar. What was Order 66?
"Take the Jedi down!"
She flung her hand out, sending several troopers flying and froze blaster fire mid-air.
"Jean, what the fuck?"
"Some kind of implanted command. These guys aren't our friends any more."
"Fuck." Logan popped his claws. "I was startin' to like 'em."
"Yeah, well, they're going to hunt me and anything like a jed-" Jean was cut off when a bolt hit her in the back of her left shoulder. She stumbled forward, and when she opened her eyes, they burned. She lifted off the ground, her voice echoing. "You think you can hunt me? I turned those tin cans into scrap and I will burn you to ash and cinders."
Fire erupted around Jean, forming familiar wings that stretched above her. Three troopers combusted inside their armor, their screams echoing across the street. Two more on her left were crushed by their own armor, and a two-legged walker was ignited and flung into another squad.
Jean surged forward, bodies burning and flying around her in a cyclone. “I am Fire and Life incarnate! Now and forever - I am PHOENIX!”
“Jeanie, stop!” Logan cautiously approached her, his heart in his throat. Not this. Anything but this. “This ain’t you. You need to calm your tits, an’ we need to get out of here.”
“Oh honey,” Jean said, looking towards him as fire started to smolder from inside his body. “Don’t you know that smoking will kill you?”
The only thing that Logan could think to do was send a mental distress call. He exploded into flame, his body shooting into a convenience store.
Jean turned her attention to the troopers surrounding her. “Now where were we.”
Currently, any mental anything was bouncing into Emma’s head with force. She was getting annoyed by it, more and more inclined towards breaking things really, people mostly, but she was alert, always. So Logan’s voice in her head, distress and specifically about Jean? That got her undivided attention.
Right then, she was able to fly, she knew that was Phoenix and not her, but Emma wasn’t bothered with who or what gave her the ability to get to Jean sooner. Taking stock of the scene, Emma stepped over a smoldering suit towards her partner, “Darling, someone is going to hate you when they need to clean this up.”
It looked more like Phoenix than Jean, but Emma knew the allure, knew the power built and fanned flames. Jean just needed to regain control of the force. “Bad day?”
Jean looked at Emma, her eyes flickering between darkness, fire and their usual green. She took a deep breath, and unclenched her fists. “Everything was fine until my buddies shot me in the back.”
She hadn’t yet realized she’d turned Logan into a toasted marshmallow.
Emma’s eyebrow rose, because… Well okay that was rather justified, wasn’t it. “Darling, why not just toss them?” The fires and death, that was a little extreme, and she couldn’t see Logan, who had called her here if he meant to or not, “Seems easier.” And less likely to give the psychotic bird more power over them.
“Can’t you just get rid of them, and we’ll go get ice cream? A massage? Maybe both?” Less fire, more settling, getting out of there. If they’d shot at Jean they deserved death, just in a quicker manner and without the Phoenix. “Or we could just… show mercy?” That was Jean’s thing, not Emma’s.
"As you wish." Jean waved her hand dismissively, and the troopers were flung into the nearest wall. Miraculously, none of them were killed, though they'd all have varying degrees of concussions.
"Ice cream and a massage sound...Logan." She looked back towards the convenience store as Logan climbed out of it, blackened like a cajun chicken and about as burnt. She immediately went ashen. "Oh god, what did I do?"
"Everythings und...under control?" Logan fell forward and Jean caught him with her powers.
"Let’s... get him somewhere safe and then I really need that ice cream and maybe some kind of sedative." Jean felt horrible, and a little empty inside. The Phoenix had retreated, leaving guilt behind. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to look the man in the eye for awhile.
Emma wasn’t exactly surprised that Logan had caught the brunt of Jean’s ire, he was an easy target and seemed to always be in the Phoenix’s way. In the long run, it was better Logan than someone who wouldn’t heal up. “Yes, I think that’s wise…”
But Logan knew more about Phoenix than anyone else too. “Let’s take him home and then get you something to relax with.” Hey, if she needed to score some pot for her girlfriend to chill out about barbecuing her ex, she would.