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Flight
Nov 3, 2003 21:35:25 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 3, 2003 21:35:25 GMT -4
Christine had run from the mansion and took off to fly. A golden glow had encased the young girl before transforming into a fiery bird surrounding her. Her eyes glistened gold and sparkled with a hidden fire. "I.. am Phoenix!" she whispered to herself.
OOC: Tag if anyone wants to
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Flight
Nov 3, 2003 21:42:05 GMT -4
Post by raptor on Nov 3, 2003 21:42:05 GMT -4
Jon ran outside from the meeting and saw the most amazing thing. Christine was encased in a golden glow that took the shape of a giant bird.
"Christine!" he yelled. What was going on? Since when could she fly? She must have gotten changed on the mission, just like he had. "Christine!" he yelled again.
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Flight
Nov 3, 2003 21:45:30 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 3, 2003 21:45:30 GMT -4
Christine was enjoying herself too much to hear the voice calling her from below. She felt as if she finally "come home". It felt so right to fly amongst the heavens. She let out a laugh of pure joy and her face had a glow that one would associate with a child in a candy shoppe and told to just go wild and take whatever they wanted.
She glanced down and looked for a familiar figure - Kurt. He had been the only person who had brought her down before.
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Flight
Nov 3, 2003 22:46:35 GMT -4
Post by raptor on Nov 3, 2003 22:46:35 GMT -4
"Christine!" he yelled again. She couldn't be right in the mind. Was whatever caused her to become so powerful driving her insane? He teleported up there and quickly went down with her.
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Flight
Nov 3, 2003 22:49:29 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 3, 2003 22:49:29 GMT -4
OOC: *noise of displeasure* She's surrounded by fire, Raptor, you can't touch her without being burned.
Christine pointedly ignored the dinosaur's attempt to bring her down. Didn't he know he couldn't touch her - not unless she allowed herself to be touched? Only then would she allow only two men in her life to touch her freely without her trying to burn the offender - her "father" and her "lover" - no one else had the right to touch her if she chose not to be touched. Her golden eyes narrowed as she spoke. "Don't you know *not* to play with fire. Only two men may touch me, and you are *not* them." Her voice developed a chill to it - mirroring the displeasure in her expression. "I will *not* warn you again. Do *not* touch me."
OOC: Only Logan and Kurt can touch her without fear of being harmed while she has her fiery form out.
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Flight
Nov 4, 2003 9:21:07 GMT -4
Post by raptor on Nov 4, 2003 9:21:07 GMT -4
Jon realized as soon as he came down, he didn't bring Christine, or "Phoenix" as she called herself, down. Only burning hands. And, do to what she just said, he'd better get Logan and Kurt.
"MR. LOGAN!!! KURT!!!!" he yelled.
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Flight
Nov 4, 2003 9:25:22 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 4, 2003 9:25:22 GMT -4
Phoenix arched a thin eyebrow. What was that overgrown lizard trying to do *now*? Further anger her? He should be grateful that it wasn't dinosaur hunting season.
With a heavy sigh, she pushed herself to go higher - just to get the feeling of sheer joy back. The feeling slowly came back and she let out a laugh of pure joy as she flew - feeling that she could almost touch the stars.
OOC: you do know that she did not say who the people are out loud, don't you?
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Flight
Nov 4, 2003 14:18:52 GMT -4
Post by Magneto on Nov 4, 2003 14:18:52 GMT -4
Wolverine
Sitting out on the back patio on the mansion, Logan was chewing on a half smoked cigar and trying to figure a few things out. So many things had happened in the past couple of days that he just needed to be alone for a few minutes and collect his thoughts. Before somebody gets hurt!
Cajun was at the top of his list for a candidate to win a free fat lip. He snarled a little and brought his Zippo lighter up to the end of his cigar just as he saw something flare up out in the yard followed by the distant cry of his name.
"Oh great what is it now?" He said, hopping over the stone railing and heading in the direction of the cries. Then he saw something that made the cigar practically fall out of his mouth. The flames he was heading toward took the shape of a giant bird that stretched it's wings across the dark landscape and leapt into the air. He didn't even notice the mutant known as Raptor running up to him, or notice the cigar that had fallen out of his mouth and was burning a hole in his leather jacket.
He just stared gapingly at the soaring Phoenix.
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Flight
Nov 4, 2003 14:22:04 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 4, 2003 14:22:04 GMT -4
Christine was revelling in her freedom - showing off her newly discovered gift of flight. Her eyes were sparkling a brilliant shade of gold. Joyful laughter escaped her, filling the night sky. She stopped in mid twirl and looked down and saw Logan standing, looking up at her. She flashed him a million dollar smile and waved. "Hello," she murmured.
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Flight
Nov 4, 2003 14:58:40 GMT -4
Post by Magneto on Nov 4, 2003 14:58:40 GMT -4
Wolverine
The smell of burning leather smacked Logan in the nostrils and he plucked the cigar off his jacket and stuck it back into his teeth. Looking back up again he saw a figure beneath the fiery wings of the phoenix-and when he narrowed his eyes to focus up on the figure he saw it was none other than his Chris! The cigar almost slipped out of his mouth again.
"Chris?" He said aloud-still oblivious to the fact that Raptor was standing next to him.
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Flight
Nov 4, 2003 15:02:18 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 4, 2003 15:02:18 GMT -4
Christine touched ground and smiled up at Logan. "That's the most fun I've had in a long time," she said, her eyes slowly returning to normal. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement. "It felt so natural."
She paused and looked at him. "There's something wrong... isn't there..."
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Flight
Nov 4, 2003 15:35:04 GMT -4
Post by Magneto on Nov 4, 2003 15:35:04 GMT -4
Wolverine
"Wrong?" Logan stumbled over the word as he watched the young girl he loved like a daughter come up to him and do that weird eye thing again.
"Yes there's something wrong!" He growled at her. "You been actin weird since we got back-with the flying around and changin eye colors!" He sniffed the air-it smelled like Chris, but something felt different.
"Don't you think that's just a little bid odd?" He realized he was being brash again and tried to speak softer. "You sure you feel ok, kiddo? You ain't yourself lately."
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Flight
Nov 4, 2003 15:37:29 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 4, 2003 15:37:29 GMT -4
"I don't know any more," she said quietly, tears threatening to form. "I don't know and it scares me." She buried her face in Logan's shirt and wept quietly. "I'm scared, Dad, very scared."
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Flight
Nov 4, 2003 15:55:07 GMT -4
Post by Magneto on Nov 4, 2003 15:55:07 GMT -4
Wolverine
And then it hit him. That Jon kid was just sittin there starin at the two of them. He held her as fatherly as he could and kind of sneered at Raptor, feeling a little awkward at the onset of the tears. "Don't you have some practice to do for tomorrow's training session or somethin?" He said to Raptor hoping he would catch the drift. If you don't I can make sure tomorrow's training is excruciating...
As Chris wept into his shirt he muttered, "It's ok. I'll look after ya." And tried hopelessly to stoke his cigar back to life. It was dead.
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Flight
Nov 4, 2003 15:59:09 GMT -4
Post by Christine MacTaggart on Nov 4, 2003 15:59:09 GMT -4
She just clung to him, whimpering softly as the tears slowly subsided into watery snuffles. Eventually, the whimpers stopped as she fell into a tear-induced sleep - in other words, she cried herself to sleep.
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