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The Change
By: Cherie Date: November 3, 2024, 1:09 pm
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-Logan went to take a nap, and Jean gave him a less then stellar
fan fare of just telling him to get some rest. Nothing really
not worthy. She stretched her long legs out on the couch, and
tried not to let her mind wonder. The one thing Scott was wrong
about during his mission was Emma had not been on her way over,
as much as he liked to think. The moment Jean touched the
machine, time had stopped for her and she had seen visions. It
was in slow motion for her, while Johnny saw her touch the
bracelet and get flung backwards, Jean had a much different
experience. She hadn’t known what happened to Logan. She didn’t
know if was because of her telepathy. But she was able to see
and feel herself in different places. Times, universes, all of
it. It was almost like a rolodex in her head. Just flipping
through and allowing her to sense something was off.
That was the moment she called in Emma. Before her and Johnny
even began their flight back to the mansion. She wasn’t sure if
a Telepath was going to be needed, but to be honest it was
always better safe then sorry. If there was a second in her
telepathy power it would be Emma. Emma was a failsafe. The one
that would force them to do whatever needed to be done. The
guilt of hiding this all from them was a little difficult to
bear, but she didn’t want to panic over nothing. Jean still
carried another secret with her, one that she kept locked deep
within the very dark fissures of her mind.
She had briefly glanced over Logan’s mind and it seemed to be
settled. Not like hers. She was working at staying grounded but
she felt something different within, something she could
explain. She figured she’d just check in on Logan. Closing her
emerald eyes focused on Logans. Mostly she wanted to ensure he
was safe from whatever what was happening to her.
She entered into his end gracefully and unannounced. Except she
had created a small little pocket for them in his mind. He would
wake naturally, but he wouldn’t be in quarantine. He was in a
cabin bedroom. Far from the foot of the bed was a fire roaring
in the fireplace, a bearskin rug was placed in front of it. Some
of the cabin she pulled form his own memories, the rest she
filled in. So it would be slightly familiar to him but with some
touches of Jean. By the open window, that displayed a snowy
landscape of trees and a gray snowy day. It was warm and
comfortable. Jean shadowed by the dim light standing by the
window. She had slightly frizzy bedhead. He’d notice the
bedsheets were pushed away on one side of the bed indicating
that she might have been sleeping there before getting up. She
wore a light lilac soft fuzzy shirt that came down to about her
higher thigh, also had on high leg warmers that came to her
mid-thigh allowing just a sliver of her creamy white thigh to
show. Everything felt soft, warm and cozy.
Finally she turned towards him with a soft smile on her face.
There was a cup of coffee in her hand and next to the bedside
table was a second steaming cup for him to take.- “You’re
awake.” -she said to him, her voice floating through the air
like a long forgotten welcoming memory. Jean walked over towards
the bed, sitting down on the spot she seemed to have vacated.-
“It’s not snowy Alberta..” -she said with a soft laugh as she
glanced around at the illusion she created in his mind. Till her
smile and laughter faded. She glanced out the window for a long
moment before taking a breath and looking back over towards
him.-
“Somethings wrong with me, Logan.” -her voice was worried but
she wasn’t trying to cause alarm, it might sound worried but it
sounded as if she wasn’t. Even when she was.- “I figured this
was a better place to talk then out there.” -she said indicating
upwards with her eyes.- “Between he camera’s and the mics. We
couldn’t very well go into the bathroom together.” -the lightest
of smiles touched across her petal pink lips, but it was just a
ghost of a smile. It was there then it wasn’t.-
“I’m seeing things. Feelings things. Things that aren’t mine. I
can control it to a point.” -she stated.- “I feel like I’m
balancing between worlds. I know that sounds crazy.” -she
reached and placed her coffee on the table next to him before
she swung both her legs under her, crossing them in a lotus
position and facing him. Her hands placed in her lap to keep the
short fabric of the night dress she wore from showing anything
he might want to see.- “Never thought your mind would be more
peaceful then mine.” -she said off handedly, because that was a
true. Then again with all Jean had been through, all she had
done, it wasn’t something people thought about with her. How she
might be handling those memories that seeped into her dreams
turning them into nightmares.- “Are you experiencing anything
like that?”
-But there was almost a flicker to her, something that was
pushing on the barriers of the world she made him. It sounded
like thunder from a distance, but Logan would probably know.
Something was trying to get in. Something Jean was keeping out.
There was a beast in the back of his mind, but it wasn’t his
beast. It was some how related to her. She squint sometimes each
time the thunder rumbled. Perhaps it was just a storm she
conjured up, or perhaps it was something trying to get in. She
would glance around at the world she created for them. Before
she would let him answer she started to pick at the leg warmers
she wore.-
“You know Scott cheated on me with Emma.” -she took in a deep
breath and then locked her eyes with his.- “Mentally, not
physically. But it still counts. He would lay next to me in bed,
but in his mind there was Emma. The thing is, Logan. I never
wanted you to be a rebound. I never wanted to hurt Scott, or you
or anyone. He doesn’t know that I know. I could never tell him.
But once he started to pull away from me I needed to know why. I
love him. Loved. I don’t know. I brought Emma here for him.”
-there was now a strain in her voice because she was trying to
stay calm and not lose it emotionally.- “And to help of course.
But I know, that whatever happens next, he’ll need comfort and
her help. I just wish I could have done the same for you.” -she
reached out and placed her fingers gently on his cheek.- “But
there’s no replacing me for you. That thought scares me more
then Scott replacing me.” -again that rumble seemed to get
louder, and it seemed to get louder the more emotional she got.-
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Re: The Change
By: Slick Date: November 3, 2024, 4:07 pm
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Logan had gone and laid down, kicking off his cowboy boots and
laying back, the bed shifting some under his unassuming weight.
He looked idly at the mark on his hand before dropping it at his
side, curling his other arm underneath his head and losing his
eyes. He could still smell Jean, and it made him think of the
bear skin rug, the fire, Canada….
The dream he had was different. It was chaotic. Fiery. Violent.
A world of flame. Buildings of fire and lush expanses of green
the likes had not been seen outside of the Savage Lands. Armies
burned, while others rose from the ashes and leveled mountains
with their power. Banners flew in the air, images of a regal
bird, reminiscent to Ancient Rome. Heli-carriers with the SHIELD
emblem changed to the same imagery.
A bed draped in crimson and gold, Jean’s fiery mane flinging
backwards as she cried out, grinding her naked body down into
Logan, a roar tearing itself from his throat, and flames teased
at his flesh as their orgasms coalesced together.
"To me, Logan…."
He heard her voice as walked the bridge of a held-carrier. He
wore a suit much like his own, but a dark red and black, with
gold shoulder pieces resembling a bird of prey, matching a gold
eye-patch. That remaining eye looked out across the sky,
revealing an armada of ships swarming for aerial battle. The
Shi’ar, Chitauri, and Kree, all rival empires. X-23, Armour, and
Jubilee flanked him. Turning his head, he would nod, and Jubilee
would call something over her shoulder. Looking upwards, they
would see armaments fired, as well as the forms of Warpath and
Cannonball speeding out towards the enemy. He felt Jean’s lips
upon his own through their psychic connection.
*…My God of War.*
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Logan came to in the bed, startled and snarling. Like a dog
waking from a bad dream. Slowly he blinked the sleep from his
eyes and examined his surroundings. It was safe. Calm. Peaceful.
Soothing. Familiar….
But it was like an echo that rang hollow in some parts. It was a
recollection of a memory, one of his fonder ones. But it wasn’t
real. Well done, but a fabrication. But it did not cause him to
worry. It was too well done to have the illusion broken yet.
When his gaze got to Jean, his breath hitched a little. His hand
reached out to the other side of the bed, feeling its emptiness,
her remnant warmth still there. Her scent was everywhere. In the
pillows, the sheets. On him. And where she stood, it was not
picturesque. It was too real to be perfect. The strands of her
hair so perfectly out of place, the clothes something she would
truly wear. This was not his dream. Jean didn’t wear clothes in
his dreams. The clothing made it real, like she’d stayed the
night with him. He admired her in the leg warmers, wanting to
tear them away all the same and help warm her in other ways.
“It’s close enough…”
He simply rolled over on his side, looking at her and that
silhouette of snowy white, highlighting everything he adored
about her. Her clothes made it feel real. Like she’d stayed the
night with him. He made for the coffee once she pointed it out,
but stopped and had to secure the sheets around his waste. Maybe
it was his dream, since he was sleeping in the nude. He decided
to forget the fake coffee, a look of concerning crossing his
features as she continued talking more. He would reach over to
grasp one of her hands, holding it in his gently as he tried to
capture her eyes, to give her a reassuring look.
“You just caught me at a good time, darlin….”
If she looked deeper into that memory she crafted the cabin out
of, she would see anything but. The end result of a lifetime of
suffering. Kayla in that very bed, eviscerated. The cabin a
crime scene. Her blood smeared on the wall, reading “Happy
Birthday”. In the distance, the maniacal laughter of Victor
Creed….
But that wasn’t there. That was decades past. And Jean was
there, and felt real, her hand so warm, so soft in his. His
mouth felt dry as he tried to answer her question, his mind
flashing with the imagery that had just plagued him so vividly.
“Dreamin’ has always been a crapshoot for me, Jeanie.”
She could feel the concern in him swell, his body shifting
closer to her, those dark brown orbs gazing deeply into her
green ones to see what he could read from her, even trying to
take in her scent, if possible, for any changes. The Phoenix did
not have its own scent, but it did change Jean. And everything
she was saying, while not reminiscent of her past traumas,
brought concerns about new ones. But it also spoke to something
else in him. That darker self. That part of him he only let out
when it could not be contained. When hope and humanity were
beaten out of him. When anger and bloodlust won out. That side
of him that he would unleash when pushed to the brink.
That berserker, uncaged, directed at any who would harm those he
loved. When they hurt Kayla. When they’d hurt Kitty, and
Jubilee. And anyone that would harm one of those precious, red
hairs on Jean’s head. His jaw set, thinking about Scott cheating
on her. Betraying her with one of their enemies. Destroying the
trust of one of the best things that could have ever happened to
him. The utter fool. And still, she had compassion for the man.
His skin blazed at her touch, cupping her hand to that roughened
cheek of his, the other reaching for her own and pulling her
closer, until their foreheads touched.
“Jean, stop talking like this. I’m not gonna let anything happen
to you. There’s no replacing’ cause you ain’t goin’ anywhere,
woman….”
He looked towards the door as it rattled form the thunder. The
sounds grew more destructive, more chaotic. His mind would
flash, seeing explosions in the sky.
Airships were ripped apart by massive storms, Ororo sending
lightening and hale through the sky. Thor would swing at her
wide with his mystical hammer, only to have the blow deflected
by the sudden appearance of MagiK and her DarkSword. A
thunderous crash from below, and Logan was atop of the Hulk in a
newly formed crater amidst the battlefield, roaring as he aimed
to skewer adamantium claws through the green bastard’s eye.
Logan shook his head, turning to look at Jean, “They can’t take
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Re: The Change
By: Cherie Date: November 3, 2024, 4:54 pm
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-Jean was terrified. She just had a different way of showing it.
Which was why she was seeking comfort in Logan, as she so often
did. Most of the time he might not have realized it, but
whenever things were tough for her, she would seek him out. Even
if it was just for a danger room training, maybe even share a
beer with him. He made her feel safe. She felt protected. Not
that she often needed outside protection, what she needed was
the internal protection. Protection from herself. Jean had
prided herself on always trying to do the right thing. To see
things through properly. She would sacrifice herself time and
time again for the team. She often times felt like her purpose
was to die. You do it enough times, and it starts to feel right.
Logan was the one that never judged her, shamed her or even
showed fear of her. Scott, for as great as he could be,
sometimes showed her fear. Even if his eyes were hidden Jean
could feel it. She got treated different even when she showed
them that she was safe.
This moment right here, while she didn’t look deep enough to
connect it to his pain, felt right. It felt safe and comfortable
even if there was something knocking down her gates. She didn’t
know exactly who it was, but it was a Jean she had saw. One that
apparently felt her presence and wanted to know who she was. One
that was powerful enough to use Jean’s own body and mind against
her. –
“It’s not them, Logan. It’s Her.” -she whispered to him as her
forehead rested so gently against his. She squeezed his hand
tighter and he could feel her starting to shake.- “It’s me.”
-she said again pulling back from him. This time the room
changed, to one that was neither of their memories. It was the
bedroom he had saw in his mind. Crimson and gold, dark gothic.
Her emblem of the Pheonix was etched into the bed and into the
doors. Every thing bared her mark.-
“No..no no….” -Jean said as she looked over Logan terrified,
moving from the soft and rather plush bed that held those
memories that were starting to converge together.- “She’s here.”
-Jean then fell to her knees and started to scream. The room
started to shake and Logan was pulled from this dream like state
into reality.- “I can’t hold her back!” -she screamed and this
time he would hear it from her own lips.
In his room in quarantine, Jean was on her knees holding her
head. Fighting a battle that Logan couldn’t see. The room
started to rumble with her power, the bed shaking on the floor,
anything that wasn’t nailed down started to fall to the floor.
Jean had the ability to bring this mansion down on their heads.
Then it happened, the screech heard. That loud fiery sound that
could send shivers down the X-Men’s spine. The rebirth of the
Phoenix, which always took Jean with it. The windows of the
quarantine shattered outwards, and she started to rise from the
floor. Her hair fire, fingertips flamed up. Her eyes white. One
of the most terrifying forces they had to face was now floating
so eagerly in the room. Hank and Reed had come to see what was
going on but Jean had stopped them with a thought. She cut off
the connection with Emma.-
“No.” -came that harsh whisper from her, their minds were
twisted by her in an instant. So when Emma reached out to them
Hank would confirm that everything was ok by Jean’s thoughts.
She then allowed herself to float down. Most people forgot about
Jeans ability to change her clothes. She had changed while she
was floating down. Fire engulfing her body until the flames died
out. Under the flames was Jean, but not Jean. This Jean was
wearing an outfit that would put even the Goblin Queen to shame.
Except that it was red, she had a cape made of fire for a brief
moment before the cape turned into a dark red with her golden
emblem on the back of it. The out fit showed more skin then
Jean would be comfortable with outside of a bikini. A triangle
top that her breasts threatened to burst through with a small
gold phoenix holding the two pieces together in the middle of
her chest. Down her sides were red leather straps that went into
the bottom that was just red shiny panties. Her legs and feet
were adorned with high red boots with golden soles. Her down and
the ends flickered with flames before it stopped.
Her white eyes rolled and her green glimmering eyes were back.
They eyed Logan carefully as if she was reading him.- “You’ve
killed her.” -she said to him with a disappointing click of her
tongue. She walked over towards him, he was free to move if he
wanted. Her heels clicking dangerously on the ground below her.
A finger came up and ran under his chin.- “You are not My God of
War.” -her voice sounded disappointed but hopeful.- “You
promised me that you would follow me into the fire, and yet…you
would kill me.” -The hatred dripping from her voice was almost
felt in veins.- “If you kill me, you kill her. We are connected.
I don’t know how, but she’s no longer here.” -this caused her to
smile because that meant wherever this Jean was from, she had
switched places.-
“However, you should have some uses..” -she said as her eyes
openly traversed his body, her eyes flickered from green to
blue.- “And you have brown eyes here. Odd. My God has blue. And
he stands up straighter.” -he would feel his shoulders be pushed
back causing him to stand up correctly.- “I don’t know what this
world is, but I know what it will be.” -she paused as she closed
the gap between them. He could feel her so breasts pushing
against his chest, and an eerie smile creeping up on her
features. Her head bending down to his lips.- “Mine.” -she said
against his lips. But did not kiss him, instead she pulled back
and started to walk over the broken glass towards one of the
windows she had blown out. Even her walk was different. She
moved her hips back and forth with each step causing her ass to
sway with an allure that could weaken the resolve of the
strongest man.-
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Re: The Change
By: Slick Date: November 3, 2024, 6:02 pm
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Logan had wanted this fantasy so much. Holding her in bed, doing
what he did best: take care of her. Nothing carnal, just…
peaceful. His instincts were howling at him. Something was off.
Something was wrong. It wasn’t just the visions, or the ominous
rumblings beyond that domain. It wasn’t just her…..
The room changed as she pulled away and he was mesmerized,
distracted from reaching for her, shifting on the bed, no longer
worried about modesty. He tried crawling towards her, the silk
acting like quicksand.
“Jeannie!”
He was in the smaller bed with her, in that tank top and jeans,
sitting up and reaching tenderly for her. The air flung from his
lungs as he was suddenly thrust against the wall with the
psychic backlash, catching himself on palms and knees. While
alarms started going off throughout the lab, Logan couldn’t hear
it, his mind deafened by the roar of the Phoenix. Logan shifted,
pressing his back up against the wall, looking up at Jean as she
rose like her namesake. Brilliant, blinding, beautiful. Fear
knotted in his gut, something in him sinking into despair at the
terrifying magnificence of that beast’s return. A beast that
sang a siren song to something in him. Shame followed the lust
that welled within him as she willed a new wardrobe to herself.
It was as if her mere aura played upon his instincts,
heightening them amidst her glory.

So to did anger in response to that fear. The Phoenix was
not Jean — it was something that sought to ruin her, twist her,
destroy her. Logan had to separate the two in order to make a
distinction. It had allowed him to make one of the hardest
decisions of his life. And he would do it again. In his mind, it
was saving Jean, even if it was from herself. He was up quickly,
lips curled in a a snarl, hands by his sides. No, he couldn’t
just attack outright. She could rip him to pieces.
But whatever he may have planned was cast aside when she began
speaking. The words leveled him. For a reason he could not
comprehend, his heart sank at her dismissal. Her accusations.
They were true. And they caused a tidal wave of confusion and
remorse. Not just for what he had done to Jean in that reality,
but of what he had denied himself from hers. Of him, not Scott,
fighting the entire world to protect her, until he was a
revenant of blood, muscle and adamantium, rending the flesh of
her enemies.
“...I did what she asked….”
Logan kneeling, the first of 12, to kiss her hand, before she
drew him up for a kiss. Dozens more knelt as she presented him
as her….
“Lady, I ain’t nobody’s nuthin’,”
He slapped himself, hard enough that there was a slight metallic
ding that sounded. The pain was fleeting, but it rattled the
brain, trying to un-fuck the cluster of memories he knew weren’t
his. That’s not me. That’s not Jean. This isn’t Jean.
He held his shoulders back, neck straightening and he got as
much as he could out of his shorter stature without a thought of
it his. HIs brown orbs blinked, that fear settling in as she
easily cowed him to her will. Without even trying. That anger
and fear swirling in his gut, overshadowed only by the heated,
euphoric press of her body to his, that whisper of a kiss
bringing a slew of other urges. Then she was moving, and he was
moving after her. Logan looked at hank and reed in the hallway,
their bodies frozen in place. He went to Reed and pressed his
communicator quickly, trying to make it seem like a friend’s
endearing touch. Logan was trying his best to lock off his mind,
using tricks taught to him by Chuck and Jean, but it felt
futile, especially in the state he was in mentally.
“Wait!”
He yelled, moving towards her, head lowering again with
determination, walking towards her. He’d reach out if necessary
to whirl her back to him, but otherwise he was walking right up
to her, looking up into her gaze.
“I’m not yours, but I’m the best at what I do. and I’ll do
whatever you need… but you leave the kids outta this.”
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Re: The Change
By: Cherie Date: November 3, 2024, 6:51 pm
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-He had done what she asked, but not she what she wanted. Jean
scoffed at him with a laugh, because she knew that to be true.
All of Jeans thoughts had been hers while she was fighting to
get in. Granted she was in the midst of fighting a war with her
rivals, but she had built a team strong enough to handle them
while not in her presence. She had gifted them more abilities.
The Phoenix was a cosmic entity. Capable of what seemed like
unlimited power when not contained. The Phoenix they
encountered was subdued because of Jean, but when the two had
bonded together, there was an understanding there. Something
both Jean and the Phoenix wanted. Freedom.
And that’s what Logan always was to both of the women. He was
their idea of freedom. And when he took a knee to her, the very
first to show her what she could be, what she was. She promised
to always keep him by her side. This Logan was different though.
He had more morals and that wouldn’t do. Even though he was
Logan he wasn’t Her Logan. Even at the slap of himself Jean
didn’t seem to blink an eye at him. Though as he called to her,
she would stop walking to address him. She could see glimpses of
something else in his eyes as he was talking.
She could see her world through him. She was betting that her
Logan realized something had happened. He had always been very
keen to her moods and any small shifts in her. It was one of the
many reasons she kept him close. She could smell the war on him,
see that battle in his own eyes. His thoughts were not protected
from her at all. And that shame of lust was washing over her
mind. Somethings never changed regardless of the worlds they
were in. Logan would always love her.-
“You are right, you are not mine. You do not have what it takes
to do what ever I need. You are a killer, Logan. But you left
that life the moment you walked through these doors. You were
the same in my world. Except in that world you did not stick
your claws into me. Do you know she still has nightmares about
that? Thinks about all the ways that moment could have been
different.” -she was once again on him. She wasn’t touching him
but she was close enough that he could feel the heat emitting
from her. If he thought he burned hot, this Jean burned even
hotter.-
“She’s riddled with guilt, as I was too once. But the Phoenix
cleansed me of all that guilt, all that rage, all that I hid. I
am your future, Logan. You will not be the death of me.” -she
sneered at him, but then she noticed his hand. A grin moved on
her features.- “Perhaps I do not need you after all.” -she
lifted her hand and saw the same black markings on her finger
tips.- “What I need is what I own. Who I own. And the man that
owns me, mind, soul and-“ -she cut off as she ran a finger down
his chest.- “Body” -she finished up towards him. Before he knew
it she would grab his hand with the one that had the black
markings on it.-
“To me, My God of War. To me, My Logan.” -she and Logan could
feel her influence in his mind, he was being painfully ripped
away from his body. Instead of switching bodies she was
switching minds. She bringing forth her Logan. Ripping apart the
fabrics of space and time with her mind and using the black
marks on their hands. It was probably what Jean felt when she
was screaming threatening to bring the Mansion crumbling down on
them. The extreme pain of him being ripped from his body and
hurtling through bright lights before he landed in that very
nightmare. She pulled her Logan into his form.- “The children
will be the start of a new empire.” -she said and he could hear
her voice echoing in his head as he would find himself ready to
stab out the Hulks eyes. Just were his counterpart had been
left.
Logan of War would be brought into this Logan’s body. With two
eyes and in the clothes that Logan was wearing. Before he even
had a chance to register where they were. She pulled him in
tight.- “My Love.” -she whispered to him, because Jean could not
be separated from him long. Even those few short moments with
out him felt like a lifetime. He was the very air she breathed,
the blood in her veins, the spark to her fire. Everything she
was, it was because of him. The blood he shed in her name. The
death he wrecked. He did it all in her name. He honored her in a
way that no man or other entity did or ever could. She could
bring her whole Pantheon here. Why have one world where she was
worshipped when she could have two?
Jean fell into Logan’s arms and she held him tightly, her head
buried into his neck. Breathing in the new scent of him. He
smelled differently here. Not of destruction, but of something
else. She did not have his keen senses but she could take in the
surface level scents. She loved him fully and without shame.
There was never any hesitation when he took that knee to her.
She knew in that moment he was the only one that she ever
wanted. The only one that would warm her bed. In turn she was
loyal to him. She gave him whatever he asked for. Even if he
didn’t request it out loud. She knew what he wanted. He never
kept her from his mind. If anything he wanted her there. They
had a psy connection open between the two of them. They were
always in each other’s thoughts. No secrets.
Jean was planting small kisses on his neck, thankful to be back
in his arms. Though she was breathing a little heavy because it
took a lot of power to do what she had done. She exerted herself
to an extent. Her hands going into his hair before she pulled
her head back so she could look into his eyes. That hate and
anger were there. This was hers.- “My Love..” -she repeated as
she lifted her red gloved hands to his stubble cheeks, allowing
them to disappear so she could feel his flesh against her. She
glanced to Reed and to Hank and smiled.- “I have such big plans
for us.” -she never used I or me..it was either us or we. Logan
was included in everything she did. She had loved him so much
that she tore open space to bring him to her.- “We have a whole
new world that’s ours for the taking. This place will not
worship me, but they will worship you. You will be their God.
Fire made Flesh. This is my gift to you. We will slaughter all
who do not see you for what you are. They will bow before you,
or die at my will.” -she did not even give him a chance to
adjust to his surroundings. She did not care for that, and
sometimes forgot that others would need a moment. Instead she
bombarded him with her body and her words. This was His Jean.
His beautiful Goddess of Death, Destruction and Fire. -
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Re: The Change
By: Slick Date: November 3, 2024, 9:01 pm
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The Phoenix’s words cut keeper than any blade, tearing him
asunder like a cannon blast. For Logan to think that he could
still be causing her any pain, making Jean lose a night of sleep
over what he’d done… He steeled his resolve, grinding his teeth
to fight back the tears, to channel that burning in his cheeks
into anger through his veins. Jean would never level that guilt
on him. She’d asked him, begged him to do what no one had been
strong enough to. It had been the right decision.
Right?
Logan had no respite, no argument to offer as she told him what
was going to happen. His brown orbs opened wide, recognition
there as he looked to the marking, trying to back away before
she was on him, and all he knew was pain.
A roar that shook the halls escaped him as it felt like every
fiber of his being was being engulfed in hellfire, rolling
through him in a wave as his mind was ripped from one reality to
another. Every coarse hair on his body stood on end, corded
muscles clenching tight enough to nearly strain that adamantium
skeleton, the claws popping out violently. Time and space
stretched beyond his view, shifting from the vision of one good
eye, looking down upon the bloodied face of the Hulk, blacking
out as the brute’s oversized green hand closed around his face.
In a flash, he was looking up into heaven, the endless green
pools of his Goddess. His body, ripped from the field of battle
and suddenly pressed against her own. On their own, the claws
retreated, and he was enveloping her with his form, those
overworked muscles coiling tight around her, as if he had been
starved of her touch, a balm to the pain and horror he just
experienced. Burying his face into her own neck, returning
kisses that soon grew into bites and nips. The adrenaline of
battle, the flush of pain, it was still there, still boiling in
his veins, racing through his mind. But instead of War, it was
Her. Logan pivoted, diverting his bloodlust into a different
hunger. His hands grasped her thighs, lifting her off her feet
and pulling her against him, turning her body against a wall and
pinning her there.
Logan breathed her scent in deeply, letting it consume his
senses while at the same time studying it, examining it,
committing it to memory for analysis later. His mind opened to
hers, melding seamlessly so he could see what she had seen, know
what she knew, discover the world as she saw fit to show him.
His hips ground against hers, that lust for her now unabashed as
his hands roamed her freely before cupping her face tenderly,
leaning in to claim her mouth in a kiss.
“You honor me, My Love.”
He did not care to be this world’s Idol. He would conquer it for
her, as he had the other. And were a lesser man, he would have
been reduced to a rutting beast for her in that moment, left to
her affections. But she had made him more. As she was with the
Phoenix, he was with The Beast Within. With a careful
reluctance, he lowered her back upon those booted feet, his
touches lingering along with his lips before he was looking
around them. Examining the halls, looking for threats.
Listening, smelling for them. They were alone. For now. None had
come underground to check on the situation. He looked towards
Hank and Reed. She could read his thoughts. Blips.
*Old Friend. Different. Dead* - Hank, more simian in appearance
than the McCoy of their world, who was more feline in
appearance. And a traitor.
*I don’t know this one….* About Richards, not playing his face,
or the elastic nature of his oustretched, frozen limbs.
“I will right the wrongs of this Coward, my love. And then I
will have the Gods of this realm bowed or broken at our
feet…”[/center]
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Re: The Change
By: Cherie Date: November 6, 2024, 6:58 pm
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Jean
-Jean found herself on a Helli-Carrier out of nowhere. At least
it wasn’t as bad as Logan, but she didn’t even know he had
gotten here. All she knew was terror as she was trying to sort
out what the fuck was going on. Also…what was she wearing? She
was pretty sure she was in a thong bottom. Her hands reached to
try to hide her ass that seemed to be exposed to the world. This
wasn’t something she would ever wear. Not even to the pool. She
would at least wear a full bottom. That wasn’t the worst of it
though. She glanced around at those standing on the Heli-carrier
with her. She recognized them. Warren was there standing next to
her, he was looking at her expectantly and she had no idea. He
was wearing a crest on his chest her eyes immediately recognized
the symbol. It was the Phoenix symbol. In fact as she looked
around, every one was wearing her symbol. Her eyes then caught
sight of Chamber with Exlir with him. She also recognized those
that was supposed to be her enemy. The confusion was evident.-
“Your Highness?” -she heard Warren ask her, and she couldn’t
help but blink at him a few times, because was he talking to
her. He was looking at her and in fact everyone was looking at
her expectantly. What the fuck was she supposed to do. She
quickly looked out of the Heli-carrier and noticed the war going
on. She scanned everyone’s mind briefly to see what they were
wanting from her. They were waiting for her order, in fact
Warren was wondering if she was ok. But it was concern it wasn’t
doubting her. She scanned Chamber’s mind and a few others. She
felt bad for what she was about to do but until she could sort
this out, she had to do it.
Jean gave a nod of her head and watched Warren take off out of
the Heli-carrier, she did the same to Chamber and Exlir. The
were supposed to be her guards. The fear she felt was real. She
extended her mind to find anyone she could. She scanned all
their minds, or at least the ones not wearing protection from
her powers. She was gathering their memories along with her own.
That was when she saw the picture painted in front of her. Jean
Grey. The Phoenix. Took over this world. Her blood ran cold in
her veins. She had become the very thing she fought against. She
had become the Destroyer of Worlds. And that now that Jean was
in her body and she had no idea how to get home.-
The Phoenix
She easily melted into his body as she had done every night
since he took a knee to her. She had no other lovers but him.
She didn’t want anyone else. They couldn’t give her what he
would. His undying loyalty and most importantly his love. Her
arms so easily tangled around his neck. A devilish giggle left
her lips at the nips and bites. A soft gasp escaped her lips
when he grapped her thighs, wrapping them around his waist
allowing him a modicum of control. Her breath left her body as
her back hit the wall. Her hips met his, circling and pushing
against his hardness. She wanted nothing more then to take him
right here right now. While Logan One might have been afraid she
would only see him as a rutting beast, this Jean wanted him that
way. Her lips touched his, her tongue dancing with his, till he
spoke breaking the kiss. A little whine escaped her, because she
wasn’t done. Her heels clicked on the ground and she still
arched her body forward into him, with her back against the wall
even with her arms untangling from around his neck.-
*He’s good here. The other is Reed Richards. He’s married to Sue
Storm here. We’ll have to fix this mess.*
-she said inside of his mind so effortlessly as if she was
speaking words to him. She smiled towards him and a finger up
and touched his lips.- “They will always kneel for us. But
first..” -she said as she gently pushed him off of her. She then
put back on the outfit the other Jean was wearing. The black tee
shirt and jeans and sneakers. Nothing fancy. She fluffed up her
hair for a moment and made a face. Tugging at the shirt.- “So
restricting.” -she commented but then walked up to the frozen
men, her head titled for a moment.
Hank and Reed started to move but not on their own. First she
needed to delete the recording of the event. She would leave the
glass broken, this Jean seemed a little broke so it worked. Her
power just got out of control, she was instructing them on what
to say. They were analyzing the bracelet, Jean had a meltdown
and somehow the cameras were affected. Once she was done
altering their memories for a moment. They were still frozen.
She took Logan’s hand and pulled him back towards the room they
had left.-
“For now, we will be this Jean and Logan. We have one thing we
didn’t have last time. Advantage and element of surprise. It
seems that little device they are working on is what brought us
here. They have teams out looking for it. Remember who our
allies are back home are not our allies here. But since we’ve
done this before, we can easily start to turn them. We have to
do it carefully. We are not together here, can you even imagine
a world were we are not together?” -she asked him with a
surprised and almost offended voice.-
“Our mind link will help you with memories. It’ll help you blend
in. I think this is fun. We’ll flirt but never touch. Oh how
tantric.” -her voice was seductive and excited as she thought
about how fun this might be.- “I do not like leaving in a middle
of a war, but I believe we’ll still win it. They won’t hurt our
bodies, because they’ll want us to return. Some come, let’s play
innocent and sweet.”
-Reed and Hank started to move again and Jean once again turned
around letting go of Logan’s hand and started to pretend to walk
towards the two, as she had already disconnected the camera’s
with a little bit of Telekinesis.- “Hank? Reed?” -she had
changed her voice to something softer.- “I’m sorry…I don’t know
what happened.” -she said playing the victim here.- “Are you two
ok?”
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Re: The Change
By: Slick Date: November 7, 2024, 11:53 am
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Logan
Wolverine’s mind hurdled into the body of Logan, God of War,
staring into different eyes of jade. His senses were brutalized
by the sudden influx of stimuli — the sounds of war, the sweat
on his skin, the pain of an oversized hand clamping down with
incredible strength on his torso, trying valiantly to crush his
metal-coated bones, bruising muscle and tissue and rupturing
organs. A clawed fist extended outwards, stopping in confusion
just a milimeter from Hulk’s eye. That moment of hesitation cost
Logan, as he was suddenly smashed into the compacted dirt of the
crater, his opponent delivering a series of crushing blows to
his head. It was enough to scramble his brain, making the entire
ordeal worse, more jarring. He vague heard words.
“…Stop This….. You can put an end to this….. you monster….”
Blood clouded his vision as the blows popped blood vessels in
his head, the one good eye being driven into the dirt. Sound
drowned out as Hulk roared, bursting his ear drum. The rest of
his body was pummeled, and somewhere in the fog, Logan knew to
wait him out. This was there game. Hulk would smash. He’d get
bored. Logan would heal. And he’d try to cut the fucker’s head
off. Wash, rinse, repeat. It just took time, and pain.
A gust of air, and the blows stopped raining down. The ground
around him shook, something heavy walking. Logan felt his body
mending, healing itself faster than he ever had before. His
strength was back, his head turning out of the dirt to allow his
remaining eye to watch Banner getting back to his feet on the
other side of the crater, She-Hulk sprinting towards him,
wearing a tattered red and gold uniform.
“Jen!”
Banner shouted, clapping his hands and sending a shockwave
before leaping through the sky. Jennifer Walters stumbled from
the wave of sound, before letting out a primal roar and
launching herself after him.
As he watched, the hairs on his neck stood up. His body reacted
before his mind, rolling his head forward just as the Muramasa
blade sliced through the air where his neck had been. His
forearm raised to block a knee as it came towards his face, but
the next moment he felt limbs locking around his neck, swinging
and twisting his body around. His neck snapped, and everything
went dim a moment. His body was tossed, as as the lights came
back on, he was looking at an odd angle as Gamora approached
him. He was getting to his hands and knees, snarling at the
Deadliest Woman in the Galaxy.
She stopped on a dime, shifting her stance with the sword,
stopping the whirlwind slashes of flaming claws as Laura
attacked. Gamora went on the defensive, barely staying ahead of
Laura’s flurry of attacks that meant to kill the woman. There
was a hand on his shoulder.
*SNIKT!*
He turned to see the face of Jubilee. Except it wasn’t. This one
did not have the same playful spark in her gaze. A hardened
expression showed a flash of concern, her touch firm, and she
did not waver when those claws popped and he examined her with
something she hadn’t seen in ages — uncertainty.
“Wulvie? Is She okay?”
She looked up towards the sky, towards one of the heli-carriers
amidst a fleet. Quintet’s were flying out and unleashing
bombardments upon alien spacecrafts. A cloud of psychic fire
would erupt through the sky, signaling Jono’s presence in the
air, falling enemy aircraft. Behind him, a large psychic shield
would shimmer and quake under heavy missile fire.
“Snap out of it, Old Man! They can’t win!”
Logan would turn his attention, his instincts leading him again,
causing him to step in front of Jubilee as a wave of repulser
fire pelted the air and ground around them, his body absorbing
the glows with little effort. Above them at the edge of the
crater was a wall of Doom Bots, their hands raised in attack.
Jubilee’s golden gloved hands extended on either side of Logan
and he would watch as a metric ton of plasmid sparks erupted
around the robotic army, nearly vaporizing them with the heat
and force.
When the smoke cleared, the haunting, glowing visage of a
sentinel peaked through, lumbering towards the crater and
towering above them, hand raising, nano-tech changing the
gauntlet into a wicked blaster. Jubilee braced herself, a
crackling wave of energy forming around her, popping with
vibrant colors. Logan stepped away, feeling his flesh blister,
looking up at the Sentinel again before a fist of pink energy
ripped through its core. The mutant-hunter was ripped in two,
rupturing with a violent explosion, the mech-inspired form of
Hisako’s Armor stepping through. In the mass of the psionic
structure, Hisako looked down in confusion upon her adoptive
father, a wicked scar running across her face.
HIs daughters. The Daughters of War. They were stronger than
he’d ever thought possible. Dangerous. Bloodthirsty. His heart
sank.
Gamora cried out and Logan saw just as her back was split open
with two slices from Laura that cauterized instantly, before
turning and slicing the offending hand of Laura off. Blood
spurted, and the girl roared a guttural, inhuman sound. With
thrusters on her boots, Gamora sped away before the Goddess of
Bloodlust could exact her revenge. Jubilee was at her side,
helping her sister cradle her severed hand.
“Father! I want their heads! Let us finish this!”
“I’ll lead the charge, Dad. Just guide me."
“Guide us.”
“We believe in you.”
*Jean… where the fuck am I?* He called out into the void.
God of War
As Jean had been reborn as The Phoenix, so too had Logan been
reborn, baptized in her fire, cloaked in her love. She had
unburdened him, like so many of their brothers and sisters. He
had been a weapon of war for so long, for causes he never
believed in, gained nothing but pain and ghosts. Even under
Xavier, it was a half measure, a misguided attempt by a
small-minded man with naive, selfish goals. No better than
Magneto. He was more than an avatar of war, now. He was the
embodiment of it, and by her side it felt right for the first
time ever. There was a point to the bloodshed. The war that they
were no absent from. It was tempting to forget all of that, to
focus on her, put the world on pause as they rediscover each
other in every room of that mansion.
But they had work to do. They had to learn this world, those in
it, and devise a plan of attack. They would need help. He would
need his daughters. She would need her Pantheon. While she
controlled Hank and The different looking Mr. Fantastic, he was
accessing the X-Labs computer, using a mix of this Logan’s
memories and remnants of his own. He made sure the labs were
secure from interference for now, and then pulled up the
location of every known mutant affiliated with the mansion.
“This one didn’t have the courage to take what he wanted,”
He moved to her, pressing his face into her neck, his hands
exploring her through those restrictive clothes. He was
breathing deep of her again.
“She was close to giving in, though. It’s been so long for this
Jean. Think you can keep yer hands off me, darlin’?”
He slipped away, smirking at her, before moving to walk back
into the quarantine room before she got to work. When she began
the charade, he stumbled back on, moving slowly, eying Hank and
Reed cautiously as they tried to gather their thoughts.
“Uh, yes, Jean. Are you okay? It looked like you had a psychic
lash out from inside quarantine?”
Reed was looking inside the quarantine room, his neck stretching
to accomodate while the rest of his body began heading to the
lab.
“Logan, you seem fine. Anything to report?”
Logan shrugged, holding up his hand with the marking.
“Just waiting’ on answers….Stretch.”[/center]
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Re: The Change
By: Cherie Date: November 7, 2024, 7:39 pm
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Jean
-She stood in the Heli-carrier that was protected obviously by
her, but the issue was they changed consciousness. Meaning that
the Jean of this world took the Phoenix with her. That worried
her. Now granted she always had a card or two up her sleeve but
it wasn’t one she actually to play. For now though, nobody here
knew the difference of their Jean and her. Their Heli-carrier
was taking fire, but so far nothing could get through. Chamber
had darted off. Jean had moved towards the edge of the carrier
more so she could see what was happening below. It was fire, it
was blood, it was everything she feared the Phoenix could be and
would be if allowed. Jean also knew that the Phoenix was an
extension of the person who’s body it lived in. The Phoenix
would always protect the host, take on their traits if they
could work together. The fear that boiled up inside of her was
not all about what she was seeing. Instead, it was what she
might have to do.
She recognized the Savage Land below her. She recognized the
Chitauri ships. They seemed to be working together with the
enemy. Except Jean knew the truth now. She had created this. She
heard a voice behind her sounding frantic. He spoke with an
Irish accent.-
“Yer Highness. Havok and Winter Soldier are advancing on Gondora
with the Chitauri. They have full forces.” -he said to her, and
Jean turned to look at him. She did a quick scan of his mind to
see what he would expect of her to do. Honestly, she normally
could handle this, but the realization of her situation still
had her in shock. Also Havok was someone she cared about. How
could she make a call that would result in his death? Or
Bucky’s? Except she knew if she was going to survive this, she
was going to have make moves. The only way to truly stop this
madness was to embrace the very madness that she kept deep
down.-
“Send in the Black Court along with Scarlet Witch. If
Blackheart wants to keep his Kingship, he will have to work for
it. Send in any ancillary forces as needed. But remember this,
we will not lose this fight.” -she really had no idea where that
had come from, but it was satisfactory to Black Tom Cassidy as
he bowed to her and started to make the calls.- “And Tom, have
Siryn assist you.” -she then turned away from him dramatically
and just closed her eyes tight. She could feel her carrier
rocking with the weight of the attack.
Lucky for Logan Jean had her mind mostly open to listen and see
what was happening. She was putting together the memories of
this Jean as well but it was hard to concentrate, it came in
soft waves. But hearing Logan’s voice.- “Logan?” -she said
outloud and Black Tom had not left yet. He just assumed she was
inquiring about him.-
“He’s fine yer Highness. He’s with his Daughters.” -he said
before he exited the carrier. Daughters? She questioned to
herself, but she scanned it. Hisako, Jubilee, and Laura. Her
heart broke into so many pieces. Jean then reached out to Logan.
Allowing him to feel that calming presence. Again she didn’t
have but she knew he was just as confused and probably as scared
as she was.-
*Logan? How are you here? We’re in the Savage Lands…and we’re
the villians.* -there was a pause in her voice- *Forgive me for
what I have to do.*
The Phoenix
*You will do right by this coward. That is a question for the
ages, My Love.* -she said back into his mind with a playful
tone. Because it would be hard to do. Logan was air to her. He
was everything to her. Even back home the enemies knew that the
only way to truly cut her off was to take out Logan. Take out
her heart. Except if they did that they knew what they would be
truly facing. The full might of the Phoenix. The only thing that
truly kept her back was the Shi’Ar. But soon their forces would
dwindle as well.
As he moved away from her, she felt cold. It was that blackness
seeping in. Without him by herself she felt vulnerable. He was
truly her only weakness. He not only had the love of Jean Grey,
but he held the love of a powerful cosmic being. The Phoenix.
Jean placed a hand to her head, pretending to be confused or in
slight pain. Because she still needed them to figure out what
that device was and how to use it. She wanted to bring her army
here once they took over their world completely. She could start
anew as well. This world was weaker then hers. It would be so
easy because they would never see it coming before it was to
late. –
“I don’t know. I was drifting off, and I just got a pain.” -she
said while still rubbing her temples. If there was anything she
was good at it was acting the party. She even wrapped her arms
around herself as if to comfort herself. She stole a glance to
Logan as Jean would. She was going to ask if he was ok but that
would be redundant.-
“We need to find out what’s going on. Any report from the
others? Have they checked in yet? Any report on the device?”
-she asked in a concerned and slightly scared tone. Truly
embracing the empathetic side of herself that she had long
forgotten. But they had to play this right.- “I know I’m
supposed to be in quarantine, but Hank, in light of what just
happened. I might be a danger to the school.” -she said looking
at him with those large green doe eyes, filled with concern that
she might harm someone. She was doing a good enough job that
might even trick Logan.- “I’m just worried about how this might
affect me…us.” -she said as she looked to Logan and held up her
hand. On her hand was those black spots. The same black spots
that Jean and Logan now had in her world.- “We don’t know what
this is capable of, but we all know what I am capable of.” -she
reminded them mournfully. Hank and Logan would of course
understand. Jean was powerful, the only thing that kept her from
unleashing that power was her soul. Except this Jean, had no
soul left.-
-At that moment Laura walked into the lab looking irritated with
Sam behind her. She had walked fast for someone a little shorter
then him, but lucky he had long legs to keep up with her pace.
She looked in the room, a slight look of confusion. She thought
Logan and Jean were supposed to be quarantined. Her eyes sharp
and caught some of the broken glass tracked in by the two them
on the floor. Most forgot how good her eyesight was. It could
even see sentinites. Even Sam would see how quickly she sized up
every single person in the room in less then seconds.-
"Thank Scott for that waste of time." -she said as she then
looked back towards Sam.- "He's got samples." -however before
she glanced at Sam, she had noticed a quick uptick in Jean. Just
a very slight change that Logan might not have noticed at the
name Scott. Laura also caught the woman tensing that perhaps no
one else could see. Again while Logan was the greatest tracker,
Laura was the greatest hunter. Some of her senses were stronger
then his. Even though she moved along like she noticed nothing
because maybe, it had something to do with Scott leaving with
Emma. Something felt off.-
"Farm boy promised me ice cream." -it was hard to tell whether
he did or not, and it might be a random thing to say. Or might
have been for another reason. She looked around and everyone to
see if anyone objected, then she glanced to Sam expectantly.-
"It's not a date." -she said pushing past him, but throwing a
look over at her shoulder towards Jean and Logan, where she
caught Jean sliding her eyes to him quickly as if they were
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Re: The Change
By: Slick Date: November 14, 2024, 8:54 pm
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Logan
*I’m pickin’ up on that…*
The small battle he saw in that crater, a small part of the
ongoing conflict, did not bode well with what was racing through
his mind. Memories, thoughts, plans that played out in small
flashes. Details that mingled with the old. Not being
overwritten, but jumbled together, with what he knew to be his
world hanging like a fog as this reality’s information took
center stage.
*Save it for later,*
He had three sets of eyes on him, with the sounds of battle
looming over that hill of the crater. The battle would not pause
for him to collect himself. Logan did not have time to chat with
Jean, to sort out what was going on. As she had her role to play
in the war, so too did he, and experience told him dying wasn’t
a great way to get out of the situation.
“FATHER!”
Laura gripped her arm, her divinity allowing the wound to heal
over, but the Muramasa Blade’s magic would not allow the arm to
grow back. She knew this, and she wanted revenge for her new
deformity. Perhaps Elixir could fix it. That information was not
certain, even in this mind, and it would have to wait. This
Laura would fight whomever he tried to have take her from the
battlefield. He instead had to pivot to what he did have access
to. He looked to Jubilee,
“Send the Green Court to help their Queen subdue Banner,” a
quizzical look from Jubliee had him responding, “trying to kill
him is a waste of time. You and your sisters will go with the
Red Court to retrieve the Muramasa blade. As long as they have
it, Laura is vulnerable.” And so was Logan.
Why Matt Murdock was on their side, he couldn’t say, but the
King of the Red Court was a Devil in her Goddess’ name. With
Elektra, Typhoid Mary, Silver Samurai, and Juggernaut with them,
the Daughters of War would give Gamora and her Ravagers one Hell
of a Fight.
“What about you?”
“I got this! Go!”
Jubilee would furrow her brows, but nod, relaying something to
her comms as Hisako grew her armor, Laura and Jubilee resting in
her hand and carrying her away. Logan would begin marching up
the hill within the crater, relaying something with his own
comms.
“Send the Rasputins to my Location,”
As he crested the hill, to see the sprawling hills and valleys,
swaths of jungle cut through with fire, or roaming with enemy
forces, Logan’s perfect eye could see the amassing Doom Bots,
surrounding the menacing lurch of Sentinels. A portal opened up
next to him, and Iliyana Rasputin emerged, clad in red and black
armor, her buster-sword resting over her shoulder. Behind her
came Piotr, 9 foot tall, his usual uniform Black and Gold. A
puff of swirling, purple smoke, accompanied by the smell of
brimstone, happened to Logan’s left, Kurt Wagner standing,
twirling two rapier’s, with his tail elegantly balancing a
third.
A drop ship swung over the amassed army of robots, and Logan
turned his good eye to Piotr, whose metallic face would furrow
in understanding, giving a solemn nod. Logan jumped up with
ease, landing his heel in Colossus’ raised hand, sat on his
shoulder like a shot put before catapulting the God of War
through the air. Logan flew, poised like superman, claws
extended out, wind pressing on his face as he hurdled towards
the drop ship. Magick and Nightcrawler would both glance at each
other, smirking wickedly before teleporting into the mass of
enemies, Colossus leaping with a single bound to join them as
they began to tear into the mechanical army, just as Logan tore
his way through the ship, his claws burning with ethereal flames
as he let his rage take over. The ship would explode above the
trio below, reigning debris down.
God of War
Logan, God of War was not happy about abandoning the war,
leaving his daughters to follow his weaker self into a war that
he was not ready for, and would not proceed as needed. His
Goddess would know his frustration, know that he would be
examining how each tactic they intended to employ would possibly
work out, and trying not to imagine them going disastrously. No,
he would have to have faith that the rest of the Pantheon, his
Daughters of War, would be fine without him. He would have to
distract himself with the task at hand — and with her, when
given the chance.
She did the act perfectly, playing it just right and it was hard
not to grin in amused appreciation as she said all the right
things to keep Hank and Reed fooled. Explaining that she was a
danger to the school was the perfect set up for his own idea,
opening his mouth to relay the suggestion when Laura walked in,
followed by Sam. Cannonball, chosen Champion of Quicksilver, the
God of Speed. He was much more laid back here, not the stoic
warrior his had turned into. Not yet. No, he had a boyishness to
him that hadn’t been beaten completely out of him, and the way
he looked at Laura made his jaw clench. He sniffed the air, and
his eyes narrowed at Laura, though his jaw relaxed.
Instead, he just nodded, sensing something but letting it go.
They hadn’t been together. His Daughter, the Goddess of Rage,
was alone, chaste even, her heart ripped out by the White
Queen’s Hellion, committed only to The Hunt. Her Duty. And here,
she was… getting ice cream with a boy. A man. Reed collected the
samples from Sam, the two exchanging pleasantries before Laura
said “it’s not a date.” The corn-fed Kentuckian would only grin
at her playfully.
“Suuuure it ain’t,” he cooed back in his drawl. When he glanced
back over his shoulder at Logan, he felt the sudden urge to
swallow difficult, and reiterated without stammering, “It ain’t.
I know....”
Sam cleared his throat and followed Laura out quickly. Reed
would take the samples given, extending his body there while his
head would stay in place, looking back to Jean and Logan as if
to restart where they left off.
“Right, well the away team hasn’t reported back yet with
anything significant. As for what we can tell so far, there
isn’t any known record of the material that we can find in this
world, and I’ve scanned it against various databases from across
other multiverses — those that I have access to, anyways. But
given the residue on your hands, and the fact that the artifact
did not lose any mass, I would say it is some sort of
nanotechnology. What its primary directive is, however, we
cannot be too sure.”
Hank chimed in, “Some of the device’s subatomic readings showed
radiation signatures that suggest it has experienced
interdimensional travel. Whatever we’re dealing with, it is on a
multiversal scale. As for you staying here Jean, I agree with
you wholeheartedly, but there aren’t many places you can stay
that your powers might not pose a danger.”
“She can stay at the groundskeeper’s cabin with me. I’ll take
the couch,” Logan would step forward, putting a hand on Jean’s
shoulder. Hank would open his mouth as if to protest, but Logan
continued, “It’s far enough away from the mansion that she can’t
hurt anyone but me, and you can check on her in minutes.”
“Beats my suggestion. Baxter Building’s held Doctor Doom, but it
might pale under Ms. Grey.”
“I suppose you’re right… Well, you two go and get some rest at
the cabin. Reed and I will clean this mess up and inform you of
any updates.”
Logan would nod, and gently lead Jean out of the labs. She could
decide to grab some things from this Jean’s room, but the God of
War intended to whisk his Goddess away sooner rather than later.
They could discuss their plans in private at the cabin, all away
across the back courtyard leading into Grekymalkin Woods. More
of a cottage in the woods, it was a rustic, albeit well-kept
hermit’s retreat, equipped with a porch, a tool shed, and so on.
Inside, it wasn’t much different than the imaginary retreat Jean
had taken them to in “Alberta”. Logan liked the aesthetic, it
seemed.
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