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Devil went up to New York. | |
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Date of Scene: | 14 October 2017 |
Location: | NewYork State Fair |
Synopsis: | Emma Frost's has been compromised after an attack by Gorilla Grodd! A handful of Xavier-ites and James Proudstar go to help. |
Cast of Characters: | Emma Frost, Pixie, Polaris, Speed, Phoenix, Warpath
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- Emma Frost has posed:
It's a beautiful day, the sun is shinning, but there's enough cloud cover for the star to not be over bearing. The breeze is blowing gently, causing the fall colored trees and long grass to swell. In the air is the smell of deep fried, less than wholesome, mouth watering, belly distending, salty, sugary, crunchy and dripping goodness.
The New York state fair, while not as grotesque as many of the 'Southern' fairs still has its own appeal to those that want to get in touch with their belly hair scratching and stetson wearing side. The inner redneck in us all. The aromas range from rampant B.O. to the most wonderful smell of an oreo cookie, lathered in buttery goodness and dropped into a vat to become even sweeter.
Initially, early in the morning, things were quite normal, but as the day wore on, most people became more and more indulgant, brazen and even beligerant. The folks at the fair were acting on their desires to the extreme, entire vendors were surrounded and hounded for more and more and more of their food stuffs, and not a single person was complaining or upset, as they too were caught up in the tide of primalness of eating and other activities.
At the epicenter of this uninhibited wave of euphoric consumption, Emma Frost is standing behind a cotton candy maker and has her whole hand shoved into the mixer and is getting it coated with a big puffy pink cloud of crystalized sugar on her arm.
- Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn has a phone out as she's part of the group traveling to the fair. Some people are being unbearably mean to Scott, so @YGwragAnnwn is sticking up for him a little. But she has to put it away to do her magic thing. "I guess when word gets out I can teleport, people are going to want to borrow rides," she laughs. Gathering her passengers close, she raises a hand. Wings glowing. "I've noticed if I say the magic words it goes easier. Helps with a group I guess?" So then she gets a serious face, and says "Sihal Novarum Chinoth,", and with a bit of flashy light show added, the group is carried to the fair.
Well, in the parking lot. With a slow driving bus approaching. Which makes her squeal, and wave her arms at it trying to get the driver to stop.
- Polaris has posed:
Blinking, Lorna is among the group, playing supervisor to the kids. She looks up at the bus and brings it to a stop, green energy flitting around her hands. "Nice landing, next time let's aim for a sidewalk." She suggests and frowns at the bus, taking a moment to make sure no one was hurt in stopping it. She shakes her arms out. "Bah, still fried." She murmurs more to herself and looks about. "We all ok?"
- Speed has posed:
"Wow," Tommy says when they materialize in the parking lot. "This nor-" he begins to asks before he sees the bus and zips out of its way even as Lorna brings it to a halt. "All good here, Professor," he answers as he zips back from the next row of cars over. "So, as I was saying, is this normal for our field trips?"
- Phoenix has posed:
Things had all combined at the worst possible moment. The field trip to the State Fair had already been planned, though at the time they had intended to drive there. Yet circumstances change. Upon searching for Emma Frost with the use of Cerebro though much of the night, Jean had no luck finding her. When she started again this morning, there was a faint ping. It was Emma's power signature although some of the details were a little off. So the field trip was no longer going to involve a bus ride back and forth. It fell to Megan to help them all and thankfully, the young woman had agreed.
Upon their arrival, she gives Lorna a smile of appreciation for keeping them from becoming roadkill. As they catch sight of the crowd inside, she frowns and reaches out with her telepathy in an attempt to locate Emma. "This is not at all normal," she responds to the question from Speed. "Students, stay close to the teachers." Her gaze flicks to James and she nods toward the fairway as she leads the way in the direction where she senses the White Queen.
- Warpath has posed:
He'd like to actually explore the fair. The thought alone makes James uneasy. Just what happened to him with Emma and Meggan in his head? Did they alter his thinking? Or is that just paranoia? Or is it more that Jean simply put him back together, and then Meggan just showed him kindness. Not a lot of people are just kind to a 7 foot tall Apache with a chest the size of a truck grill. They both were. Pensive, contemplative silence has over the course of the journey to the location turned into a rare thing. He smiled. Once he realized he did it, he stopped that noise, but someone probably saw it. He'll never live it down.
Teleporting like that is a bit weird. James puts on his sunglasses as they arrive and lifts his nose. He literally sniffs the air a couple of times. "She got us in the parking lot, and that isn't good enough?" James rumbles. "I thought -I- had the tough school?" James sniffs a couple of more times. He flicks his vision to Jean. "Cotton Candy that way." He says.
Then he remembers. These are not his people. Huh. Funny. Felt pretty good working with Jean and Lorna. His jaw sets in a look that might remind them both of his dead brother. Stubborn male posturing. He starts to say something, stops, and tries this 'being nice' thing. "I am sorry, Ms. Dane. It ain't my business to snark at you. I apologize." He actually means it? "Reason I mention cotton candy is that she likes sweets, but she doesn't let herself indulge." He wrinkles his nose. He sniffs a bit more. "So, knowing her like I do..." He points in a general direction. He pulls his jacket zipper up a bit, to hide his knives a bit more. Not that he is using them. He also plucks out his Frost International credit card, and starts towards the gates. "This is on her. If Anyone wants T-shirts before we go..."
He just told a joke. He's either nervous, the world is going to end, or its a trap.
- Emma Frost has posed:
As the group of mutants and others, begin to march inward to their intended target, the very air itself begins to feel pervasive, as if their minds were realizing that it's okay to look at that guy with the buldging belly, or that t-shirt with a woman's body wearing a bikini on it is more than simply amusing. It's all delightful. It's indulgant. It's theirs, they just have to reach out for it and take it. While all around them, people are doing just that. They're reaching out with a greasy hand to grab another turkey leg, or carmelized corn dog. That t-shirt that says I like boys is quickly slipped on by a larger woman who's forgotten nearly entirely about her own child except she happens to have a leash on the toddler.
There are even a few people sitting down at a park table and have their tongues down each other's throats in a brazen display of wonton abandon. It seems the further into the park the more rambunctuous the denizens are, seems like they're on the correct path towards the former White Queen.
- Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn gets into the air as soon as the bus situation is resolved. She's no student, not anymore, but she'll stay close to the rest of the group. Taking flight, getting another perspective of the situation.
Seeing what's going on, she winces, a little disgusted. However she was kind of looking forward to trying some of the exotic American fair foods today. "I did want a corn dog," she says aloud. So she'll veer from the group just a bit, to grab one. As she begins to gnaw on it, she returns to the group, eyeing the other prizes for sale.
"I can't do the mental stuff, so I'm ready to take orders on this one." she says between bites.
- Speed has posed:
"That's a shame, ma'am, this trip is already like a hundred times better than any of the ones I took with my old school," he replies to Jean as he slips his shades down over his eyes and follows the group down the fair way. As he walks, he finds his eyes going to unwatched tills and merchandise and the odd wallet crammed into a back pocket. "C'mon, man it's your second day," tells himself grabbing his own wrist. "Can't just start jacking things," but before the words are fully out of his mouth he has some guys wallet in his hands, and he's already thumbing through the bills.
- Polaris has posed:
It's all so tempting, to toss duty and responsibility out the window. Looking around, she eyes those sweet fake flower crowns. She wants one, needs it. She doesn't have duties to attend to. She starts to drift that way before she looks back to the group and digs in, starting to pick up on the mental influence. "Oh Jeanie." She gasps and shakes her head, cupping her hands around her eyes. "I don't like this." She mutters. Tunnel vision, focus. So many temptations, she slips her hands back into her pockets, fingers closing on a item she'd picked up on her way out the door this morning. As they pass a trash can she tosses the slim box, crumpling it like so much trash and drifts towards those pretty flowers again.
- Phoenix has posed:
As they work their way through the depravity that was one a wholesome famiily experience--as wholesome as that many fried foods cn be--Jean feels the mental wave pouring forward and realizes what's going on. Whiel she is going to be able to resist, some of the others may have problems. "I understand, Lorna. This is being caused. A mental wave of instint spreading out from a center point." She stops in her tracks a moment and looks to each of them in turn. "I'll try to block what I can but I won't be able to focus that way once we find her. I fear she will require my entire attention if we are to stop this. If anyone wants to go back to the parking lot, I understand. Otherwise, just remember to focus on something specific while visualizing a wall around your mind. It won't stop her. She's powerful. But it may help you retain most of your faculties." She gives an almost apologetic smile. "If it does not, remember this was forced upon you." Then she reaches out with her mind, a wave of warmth coming off her as she mentally erects a wall around the small group that has chosen to continue forward.
The closer they get, the stronger the power is, forcing Jean to project more energy into it. Soon they are in front of the booth where Emma is indulging herself.
- Warpath has posed:
That smiling is still continuing. James loosens his shirt collar a bit. "Do you do yoga?" He asks Lorna. "Or just squats?" that's a very big hand giving a backside a cupped palm. "Because..."
He did it again! James pauses in mid pat. Again, his hand gives another squeeze, then lets go as his other hand slides up to rub at his face. "I might be feeling some effects. Thank you, Jean." His deep voice rumbles. "So, we must be getting close." He clears his throat, and cannot help but add to Lorna. "Sorry. But, also, damn." He sniffs again looking around. "Over there." He points. He adds, "And we should hurry."
- Emma Frost has posed:
Emma's left arm is covered in a pink cloud of sugar. She pulls it out of the large bowl and smirks wildly at it before bringing it before her mouth and taking a large bite. She's beyond indulgant now and as evidenced by the slight buldge that was once her taught belly, pressing against the stained and ruined blouse, covered in grease, ketchup, mustard and who knows what else at this point. Her hair is a mess but has been thrown into a hasty pony tail to prevent it from interfering with her various impulsive desires.
Emma is eating the ball of cotton candy on her fist when she looks over and spots the group of familiar faces and the wash of pleasure coming from her mind grows, nearly doubles. She eyes Jean, Lorna, and James. The three faces she knows but she's not looking at their faces and suddenly everyone in the immediate circle around her stop eating like she was, but starts giving each other the lust fueled equivalent of 'goo goo eyes'.
With a mouthful of cotton candy and her one free hand she lifts her index finger in a come hither motion towards the familiar trio and even the ones she doesn't know. Speed and Megan are both aimed at in her mental assault to join her debauchery.
- Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn decides she's going to stay close. In fact she's basically ABOVE Jean. Taking advantage of the three dimenstional blast of her powers, to get some shielding. She keeps on eating the corn dog though. "I'm with you," she says. "I don't knwo what I can do in a mentalist fight, but I'll stick with you just in case you need someone in the air." Once the corn dog is downed, the empty stick is tossed into the nearest trash can with a heave. "I don't even like t-shirts that much."
Though once Emma does her thing, her resolve is tested. Biting her lip, fidgeting with her hands, she looks to Jean, breathing deeply. "But I am hungry..."
- Speed has posed:
Jean's counter mojo does its work and Speed drops the wallet, money unclaimed. "What the hell is going on?!" he asks everyone as they find Emma working the cotton candy machine. "Wait, is that Emma Frost?" he asks. Like when did she become a carney? There's very little time to ponder Emma's career choice though when he feels that beckoning finger pull at his mind. "Wow, uh, be right back guys," he says to the rest of the team and he zips over to Emma and the cotton candy machine. "Hey," he greets sticking his hand in the machine to spin up some of the candy floss for himself. "So, I'm Tommy, nice to meet you?" he greets as his own better judgement and Emma's compulsion do battle in his brain.
- Polaris has posed:
Lorna whirls to yell at Proudstar for palming her ass but Emma's come hither hits like a wall of bricks and she looks James up and down much more slowly before looking to Emma. She wets her lips, so sorely tempted. "What would Charles do?" she murmurs, trying to think more about their bald, old man and less about Emma in cotton candy. "Old men, wrinkles, age spots. Come on Green, get your head out of the gutter." She growls.
- Phoenix has posed:
"I may need your help if she turns the crowd on us so hold out as long as you can," Jean murmurs to the others around her as that compulsion hits. She has a choice. Strengthen the shields or go in and try to find Emma. In truth, there really isn't much choice. To stop this, she has to save the mind of the woman. A telekinetic blow might knock Emma out but with her linked to so many people in the fairgrounds, Jean fears there would be injuries to those linked with the mentally altered woman.
"Emma, I'm sorry," is all she says as she reaches for her power. It swells around her as she focuses most of her energy other than that small part she is reserving to try and help shield the others. With some limited effect unfortunately. Once she is focused, she mentally reaches for Emma to try and merge their minds.
- Warpath has posed:
Ugh. "Oh she's gonna be pissed." James growls. It is false bravado. He falters as he grows pale. "Why can't you be ugly?" he growls at Lorna, Megan, Jean, and especially Emma. Even with her belly stretching out the top of her pants in a burgeoning muffin top. His hands start as if to reach out, but with a tremble, his left changes course pushes through his hair. He undoes his ponytail, and shakes out his black hair. He gives a long sniff. "Come here Emma." he says in a low, deep bedroom voice. "I got something you know you want. Come on over to Jimmy." He must be too far gone. Despite the fact his mental shielding is up. "Come on over. You, me, the pink one, the green one, the redhead, hell, even Tommy there. Right here. Right now. you know you want to. Come on over?" He slides his hand through his hair once last time, and winks behind his sunglasses at Jean.
They might mock him later, but James slowly strikes a pose. His arms bulge. His buttocks tighten, and his pectoral muscles each independently bounce a couple of times.
- Emma Frost has posed:
Emma stands and with a hand wrapping around Speed's waist, she walks the boy over towards the impromptu X-men team with a big guilty grin on her face as she brings the speedster back. Her hand lifts again and she takes another massive bite of the cotton candy cast.
The mind meld with Jean is beyond successful, the two telepaths would merge in the mindscape of Emma's Ego. A place normally as well perserved and catalogued as the finest museums and libraries, so ornately monochromatic as her former title as the White Queen would suggest, Emma's mind has been perversed via her Ego, the reptilian part of her brain has stepped in with violent vines of red and pink energies sapping at her very powers and life force. The visage of the White Queen has been bound by the invasive tendrils of thought and controlled by the attack she received days ago by the Gorilla Grodd. The yellow hair and blue eyes of Emma stand out in sharp contrast to everything else as she tries to cry out for Jean's help.
The real world is awash with agony, and growling as roughly twenty civilians are under Emma's direct influence and the make out sessions and impromptu eating contests are cancelled by a single command from Emma's mind, and all of them turn to start to slowly approach the group like a hoard of fat, repugnant, indulgent zombies.
- Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn groans and gets a pained look at these developments. "Not again. It's the DMV all over again!" She, too, had to put up with Grodd, though she didn't engage in a mental war with him. She just had to deal with it. So, she flies. Getting a little higher, she starts shouting at the victims "Stop it, enough. Flame of Udun. Go back to the Shadow. You cannot pass."
Not that the words mean anything. What really matters is that she's fighting fire with fire, and reading doses of her special formula to start crop dusting the would-be rioters with. It worked before.
And yes, as she does this,s he grabs a second corn dog.
- Polaris has posed:
Even as Emma comes close Lorna slides her hands behind herself. "Oh no, we've done this song and dance before." She's digging her nails into her palms hard enough to bleed, trying to keep herself grounded as the hoard starts to shamble in. Lucky for her-plenty of temporary fences and railing to borrow. "Oh no. Private party." she unfurls her hands to start drawing some fencing to them to keep the crowd off Emma and Jean. As the pain in her palms eases she's distracted by James. "Wouldn't you look charming all trussed up?" She purrs.
- Phoenix has posed:
Outwardly, Jean simply stands there as the rambling forms move toward them. It's up to the others who are able to keep them away.
Inwardly, she has melded her consciousness with Emma. It's strange seeing such a barren mindscape. She isn't sure what her own is but the last time when their roles were reversed, Emma came out of the situation about to spontaneously combust. Literally. Waves of heat begin to fill the room as sher mental avatar walks closer to the bound Emma. "I'm here, Emma," she offers in a soft voice. Her focus goes to the vines holding the blonde in place, a push of compulsion meant to drive them back to the portion of Emma's Ego where it had emerged from. The worry is that if she were to burn them, she might do lasting damage and that is the last thing she wants to do. While they may not be the best of friends, Emma deserves for her mind to be intact. Particularly if they are going to hunt down the dangerous individual who could wraught so much damage one one of the most powerful minds on the planet.
- Warpath has posed:
"Oh no, miss Dane." That's a clue-- the formality. "I do the trussing up. Pop that top off and show us what you got, uhm, sugart*ts." Another clue. James has never said sugart*ts in his entire life.
he final clue that it is a ruse is the fact that although he said he would entertain Tommy too, James just reaches for Emma. Despite the fact she is sticky, and there is this smell about her that he really doesn't want to have near him, or any number of things; just Emma. James reaches out to attempt to grab Emma and lift her up to pull her into a really hard kiss. His hand will tangle in her hair as he attempts to send to Jean, >You really should hurry unless you want this to get way worse. I am losing it.< The kiss is really genuine if it happens. A hand will go to her bottom to give it a fondle as James thoughts start to get really lewd. Apaches are very traditional when it comes to gender roles. The thoughts he are sending are very primal, if a bit old-fashioned.
- Speed has posed:
Tommy moves along back to the group at Emma's urging, taking a bite of his own smaller candy cast as he goes. "So, you beckoned, I'm here, so what's up?" he asks before James is and pulling Emma into a kiss. "Hey man, not cool!" he shouts taking a candy coated swing at the bigger mutant.
- Speed has posed:
The smaller mutant's fist is a pink hued blur as he gives James a good right hook in the side of the jaw, mid-kiss. The force of the impact goes beyond just Speed's strenght but the acceleration carries into James' molecules as well. The cotton candy? It already bursts into a flaming stick mess when the blow lands.
- Emma Frost has posed:
Emma's pulled into the kiss and as she has her lips pressed into by the firm mutant, her hand reaches out and her fingers stretch for Lorna, her mind giving out an even stronger pulse of primal urges out into the group of people surrounding her.
The people are stopped by Lorna's metal walls and barriers, but that doesn't stop the group from trying to climb the walls, or taking swings or gropes of each other. It seems some of them are starting to get territorial even. Emma isn't, she's just greed personified, and trying to pull the x-men to her to commit unspeakable acts of lust and debauchery.
"JEAN!" Frost cries out, trapped with in and by her own mind. The black and white checkered tile floors have crumbled where the psycho-organic vines have burst forth. They cinch tighter around Emma's waste and redouble to try and cover her mouth after the scream, though the heat of the place grows stronger and yet from below Jean a single crystaline spire of ice/diamond errupts from the floor to try and fend off the invader in Emma's mind. The vines are resceeding from the heat, when the phsyical form of the headmistress is brushed by the same attack James receives.
Now a creature of pure superego, unconscious Emma's id is rendered helpless in this situation in her mind. The pink and reds begin to grow and fade to match the crystal erruption.
- Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn really is hoping for the best. She gnaws on her corn dog, and grabs a t-shirt that reads MAGICALLY DELICIOUS. Pink, of course. But she's zooming back and forth over the people that Emma tried to bring in to cause a riot. Some of them are more resistant to her dust than others, but they do get distracted by the sights of unicorns, rainbows, and, well, in one poor sap's case, bees. Which would send him running, to be sure.
Down goes a second corn dog, and onto a third? She bites her lip, tempted.
- Polaris has posed:
Lorna's back to digging her nails into her skin as her white eyes take in the scene and she expands her power in gasps, drawing in more metal. Unbidden her feet carry her back into Emma's reach as she tries to gently coil strips off a chain link fence around the brawlers, deeming them the larger threats. She's quivering all over. "What I wouldn't give for my dad's helmet." She gasps and rakes her nails down her arms when she feels that lustful pull. "Speed, control." She gasps.
- Phoenix has posed:
Emma loses her fight between Id and Ego. Now the primal forces begin to take over the mindscape. Tiles break and shift, pink and green spamming out in an attempt to take over the entirety of the woman.
Jean's mental pushes have done little to help curb the flow. Time is of the essence. Deep inside her, something stirs. It pushes upward and there is a whisper to Jean, an offering of that power that she fears to tap. If she loses control, it can and has taken over. That cannot happen here. Precious seconds go by as the primal force offers what she needs to push back those tendrils and free the woman trapped in her own mind.
Jean closes her eyes and lets the power flow. Flames erupt around her body, sheathing her in an aura of red and orange. The flames expand out, swelling behind her into a pair of raptor wings that fan the room as searing heat explodes into the mental room. Her eyes go orange as he focuses, reaching out to those tendrils. A soft word passes her lips, a whisper that is somehow loud as thunder. "BURN."
- Warpath has posed:
Sucker punch? (Suckface punch?)
James will file that one away. 'Tommy' needs a better dossier. James has no recollection of reading anything that said 'kid will dislocate your jaw'. The punch sounds like smacking a brick wall. There is a horrible snapping noise as the jaw gets unhinged and dislocated. Emma gets swept down and to the ground. James actually caresses her cheek as he puts her down. It is a hint that he is succumbing. His blood trails from his nose and mouth, dripping off his chin onto his jacket. His tongue works in his jaw. His hands slide up to relocate it with another sickening popping sound. He spits out a large molar coated in bloody spit onto the ground at Speed's feet.
The look on James face is pure murderous intent. His regeneration is already kicking in as his bloody mouth and nose stop bleeding. He's going to be mean as hell for a few days while he starts teething again, though. His voice is distorted from pain and the fact it is healing. "Dumbass. We needed her close to." And there is fencing around him. "Holy sh*t, You kinky little emerald mix, you really did want to truss me up!?" Lorna's magnetism is primal power. She is quietly one of the most potent of the X-Men.
It is cheap fencing though. Strength on strength. James starts to flex and strain. His jacket and shirt get sliced up. His tattooed arms bulge as he starts to free them. Metal pops and tears as the opposing forces work at the metal of the fencing. The mistress of magnetism is powerful enough that she can bid the metal back together, but actually fully restraining James as his clothing gets torn up might prove mentally taxing.
It's the anger that pushes Jimmy a little too far. His eyes lock on Lorna. "Come here." he orders her in that bedroom voice. He's lost.
Then there's Jean glowing with the primal fires of creation. "Bring your friend." he deadpans.
- Speed has posed:
Tommy advances on James. "Who are you calling a dumbass?!" he snarls at him pushing up his sleeves. "I've got more when that came from, Chief," he says before Lorna starts wrapping James in fence. "Hey, chill I've got this," he says turning towards the teachers. And wow... "Nah, forget him ladies, he's a punk, we can take off and have some fun, how about it?" he asks.
- Emma Frost has posed:
Emma's down on the ground, her body barely breathing, and the stained shirt she is wearing is now covered in blood, and who can tell if it's hers or James. There's quite a bit of it.
The crowds are held at bay by Megan and Lorna pretty well. Well, except for the one guy who drops onto the ground and rolls under the fences before standing up rapidly and running around the x-men with his hands flailing wilding at his hair and smacking his own face screaming the whole time. "BEES! OH GOD NOT THE BEES!" AAAAAH!
The crystal trying to pierce Jean from the floor below her is melted faster than it can rise up, the floors and walls begin to shimmer from the heat of the Phoenix errupting inside of the semi-alien mind. The form of Emma is held agaisnt a book shelf, with her hair unkempt in trussles and hanging over her drooping face and body. The tendrils errupt from the ground further and more of the ice crystals errupt from the walls, ceiling and floors. Emma's superego realizes exactly what is going on and it is in the fight for supremacy against the oldest universal being and Jean. Before Emma's form however a spire forms and within the red and pink tendrils snake through out, forming extremeties and what could be called a nervous system before the whole crystal moves in a humanoid shape towards Jean. In a weird echo, base tone, the crystal being speaks. "You should not be here."
- Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn frowns at bee man, or as well as she can as she breaks down and grabs ANOTHER corn dog, and stuffs her face with it. "Huh a hame" she says with her mouth full. One more dusting at everyone, getting them nice and relaxed. Which likely gets them EATING again, which is a much nicer outcome for everyone but the vendors who are going to lose more free food.
Gulp. "We got Jean covered?" she calls out to the others. "Any more?"
- Polaris has posed:
Lorna is doing her best to maintain her composure. Some of the shredded metal snakes up her arms and she lashes out, wrapping the bee man's feet together so he falls to the ground. She turns her white eyes skyward for a moment. "Thanks gorgeous." She breathes as more of the metal clings and caresses and slithers around her protecting her self. The jagged edges leave scratches on her skin, using the pain to stay in control. She looks at Tommy and James, standing between them and Jean and Emma. "Now now boys, one at a time. Let the ladies work. Come play." She beckons with a wicked smile, she'll bleed them too.
- Phoenix has posed:
In Emma's mind, Jean tilts her head to the side as she begins to rise into the air, hovering two feet above those tiles as the heat continues to build. The air shimmers and distorts as it fills the air, like the heat in a desert that is visible but not. The woman is hesitant, trying to discern what this presence is living in Emma's mind. She had not realized there was a duality to her. Or perhaps this is the manifestation of her Ego in a humanoid form. Yet, it feels foreign.
The cosmic entity in the woman pushes forward, demanding control. Jean knows to fight it is to lose the focus on the battle for Emma. The Phoenix is allowed to take over again. Molten eyes that have no pupil somehow manage to portray that their focus is on the entity before them. "I GO WHERE _I_ CHOOSE." The flames begin to separate, a head rising up from the flames as the winds double in size, the form of Jean Grey drawfed within the raptor form. "SHE WISHES US HERE. RELEASE HER. NOW." It shows restraint as it doesn't light the room, the flames that begin to flicker off focusing only on those tendrils that are around the room.
Outside with the others, Jean simply is in place although the aura of flames have manifested in reality, cocooning her body as she floats into the air.
- Warpath has posed:
Punk? Metal starts to snap as James taps that other bit of strength. That well of it that he is afraid of. The part he doesn't himself use. Metal begins to tear. his shirt is now torn into ribbons. "Start running boy."
James is wearing torn jeans, boots, and two leather suspenders that carry his vibranium bowie knives. The only thing stopping this from going south is that the fencing keeps people from accessing it.
- Speed has posed:
"Leave the loser trussed up," Tommy says chucking a thumb back at James as he saunters over towards Lorna. He doesn't get far before the sound of metal ripping has his head snapping back around to look at James. "Jesus, f*cking hulk!" he swears, eyes going wide. Run is a good idea, but not far. The air snaps around him as he moves at superspeed towards James, his fist cocked back for another bit of chin music.
- Emma Frost has posed:
"She finally has everything I want! Why must you take away what you do and strive for yourself!?" The crystaline being inquires of the Phoenix, but it refuses to shy away from the heat. It's pink and red eyes glare up at the birdish figure of flames and as it does this the room, Emma's mindscape continues to assault at Jean and the Phoenix with stabs of glasslike knives from all directions, and even the pulsing light vines reach for and pull away from the searing heat.
The people have all stopped trying to stampeed the X-men and have begun to turn away from the area, back towards the vendor's food stuffs, even the vendors themselves are devouring all they can get their hands on. The positive about knocking out Emma is that she's no longer broadcasting the waves of lust, depravity and indulgence, the world is slowly returning back to normal on the exterior.
- Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn abruptly feels very full. Two and a portion of fair-sized corn dogs is a Lot. She looks at the corn dog, and very carefully wraps it up to slip into her purse to eat later. Flying back twoard the group, she's watching Emma and JEan. Covering her mouth to stifle a little burp, watching the two to make sure there's nothing oging on that she needs to be concerned about. Or get out her dagger for.
- Polaris has posed:
As things slowly begin to return to normal around them, Lorna shakes her head to clear it. "Oh god." She murmurs seeing Jean a blaze and Proudstar and Speed starting to go at it. "Enough!" She barks in a commanding tone. Metal leaves her skin to start forming rings that spin about her form as she looks from one man to the other. She raises her chin, challenging them both to try her. "You will stay on the mission or leave. You will not bring another fight hear with our people vulnerable." She points to James. "Protect Emma." She points to Speed, "Perimeter run. Are we compromised? And before either of you back talk-recall that I am Polaris-I can feel the metal singing under your skin."
- Phoenix has posed:
As the daggers drive her direction, there is an explosion of heat and flames from the floating figure, melting them instantaneously. Any vines that dare to push too far foward will erupt into white hot flames, flickering white and blue along their length to draw them back.
There is a shift inside of Jean, a balance being reached as the two beings sharing her form combine into something--else. When she speaks, it is the voice of Jean Grey but there is the thunder of the Phoenix combined. "She has it. Not you. Never you." She asks her own question in return, eyes of flame blazing as she regards the crystal like being. "Did she choose you, invader? Did she ask you in? Let her awaken to answer or you are nothing more than a parasite to be removed from its host."
- Speed has posed:
Tommy pulls his punch at the last fraction of a second and the fist, and Speed sail right past James. He slams on the breaks, burning shoe rubber, just shy of a souvenir shop and he takes a deep breath as his head begins to clear. He looks back at the scene and says "Sh*t." What had he done?
Polaris though, her words pull him out of his head and he looks up at her. "It's cool, I'm on it," he says before zooming off to run contracting circles around the area. The minutes it takes feels like hours to the speedster but at least it lets him clear his head.
- Emma Frost has posed:
"I am as much a part of Emma Frost as the bloated blonde form you see here!" The figure bellows, turning slightly to motion a 'hand' towards the bound and unconscious mental projection of the White Queen. Then it begins to laugh, turning back and growing itself larger, pulling in more of the shimmering diamonds and ice and crystals into itself until the feminine shaped sculture is roughly the same size as the manifestation of the Phoenix and Jean is.
"You can not harm me without harming the one you are here to save." Cackles the being, the psycho-corporeal form of Emma's reptilian brain. Grown beyond itself these past two days.
The denizens of the park have all snapped from their stupor and are starting to mill about curiously, many scratching their heads and wiping refuse off of their chins and spitting chunks of stuff out of their mouths. It's not a pretty sight. However the ones hit by Megan's spells continue to witness that insanity especially the poor bastard screaming about bees and wrapped up in metal bands, unable to fend off the phantom insects.
- Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn doesn't quite understand what's going on here. But she wasn't planning on attacking anyone, if she could help it. Watching the two. "You alright there Jean?" she tries, figuring she probably won't get an answer, but she's got to try.
- Polaris has posed:
Looking up again briefly Lorna calls out to Megan "You ok up there? I'm gonna call in, let them know we'll need medical." She pulls out her phone, still doing her best with James' presence to look menacing should anyone wander too close to the knocked out Emma and fire wreathed Jean.
- Phoenix has posed:
With that response, Jean has her answer. It will not allow Emma to speak. It will not give her that. She has tried to reason, tried to push it back but it has grown powerful from the influence of that previous attack. The pair are in agreement as Jean steps back once more, allowing the being of fire and passion to take control.
"WE. SHALL. SEE."
The world goes up in flames, the Phoenix releasing her primodial power. The form of Jean Grey grows hazy and disappears entirely, turned into living flame that merges with the raptor form of the Phoenix. The entity raises it's head, beak parting as the wings swing forward and wrap behind the portion of Emma's psyche that seems to have decided it should control all things. Then it draws the wings toward itself, flames going above it and flickering along the floor below. The entire room where the creature stands is coccooned in the flames as they begin wrapping around it. The heat swirls then forms into concussive waves as it pounds on the being held within its fiery form, a last attempt at pushing it back into the form it should be, to make it return to the nothing from which it came.
In the outside word, the flames around Jean shift and grow, the shape of the Phoenix emerging around her. Flame wings spread and the raptor raises its fiery head above her. No words are given to Megan as she had expected. Outwardly, Jean has no idea what is going on as her mind is fully within the other woman.
- Speed has posed:
After a couple of laps of the immediate area Speed returns, "Looks like we're secure, Ms. Dane," he reports. "Want me to keep going?" he asks with his attention fixed on Jean and Emma. "Are they going to be okay?" he asks.
- Emma Frost has posed:
"no, No, NOO!" And Poof. The diamond form of Emma's reptillian brain vanishes in a whiff of smoke and ash. The remains of the library, museum, chess floored mind of Emma are smouldering, and shimmering but roughly intact. The are large holes from where the vines and crystals emmerged but the chips of the tile skitter very slowly as if moving to restore themselves and it's visible to Jean that they're doing just that.
Left slumped over on her shins, her back curled over herself, Emma's mental projection of her body rests, a breath visible in the slight rise. Starting from her extremeties inwards, the woman changes, taking on the diamond crystal appearance that her superego just possessed. Slowly she lifts her head, the blonde hair draping her face until she finally looks upon the Phoenix and Jean and she whispers with a puff of smoke escaping her mouth, "Thank you." Just as the diamond transformation takes over her head and suddenly, the entire mindscape rejects Jean's presence entirely, emitting her and the Phoenix out of her entirely.
On the ground, the whole of Emma is now the unfamiliar diamond form, resistant completely to any psychic intruders. She breaths softly but isn't moving in any other way, she is expired. Somehow from Jean's influence, and assault on her mind, Emma's body even in this new form, slowly lets off huge ammounts of heat and steam is visible off her exposed skin.
- Warpath has posed:
She's hot to the touch. James gives a hiss of displeasure as touching her causes a minor burn. His frown deepens. His clothing got torn up earlier. This is really going to hurt. There is a faint sizzle as James picks her up, cradling her against his bared chest. He is tough, but he still feels pain. Everything still hurts. This is a different sort of pain though.
She is all he has. The pain scalds and reddens his chest. His jaw sets. "Get me some water." He tells Tommy. "A few bottles. Not too much. We need to lower the temperature. Jean needs to get out of there before this gets worse. She's crystalized." His flesh continues to redden. His forearms blister a little from where he holds her. He is no masochist, he holds her from clothed areas, but there is a lot of heat coming off her. James starts moving towards a water fountain he saw earlier.
- Polaris has posed:
"We could make a stretcher and carry her." Lorna says practically. If the man wants to burn himself-she turns her focus back to the phone. "Better prep for burns too-no, not Red. Yeah really, diamond girl's searing the skin off tall, buff, devoted over here." She says to whoever is on the other side. "Other injuries? Mmmmn, lacerations-no, I don't want to explain." She talks, looking between James and Jean.
- Phoenix has posed:
As she is expelled, Jean slams back into her own mind with a sudden intake of air. It's like a person who was underwater too long needing that intake of air desperately. The flames around her disappear as quickly as they came. She is only a few feet in the air thankfully for she falls to the ground, crumpling there upon her knees. Leaning her head forward, her hair hides her face as she feels that wash of weakness at expending so much power. She brings up a hand to brush her hair back, looking to Emma and the others. "Is she alright?" Her voice sounds as tired as she feels. She forces herself to her feet and walks closer. "We need to cool her quickly. I've seen this once before. Although this form is new. Hopefully it will keep her from being blistered." The last time, Emma had not fared as well.
- Speed has posed:
There is a blur of motion as Speed vanishes off into the park only to return about 30 seconds later with water and one of those back board things. "Checked the first aid room in the park office," he says tossing down the board. "Though it might help," he says before passing the water to James. "What else can I do?" he asks.
- Warpath has posed:
Lowering Emma towards the backboard. "Good job. Get more." He tells the speedster. He knows Emma well. Face first, torso, shoulders. James pours the first bottle over her even as he tears the top off the second bottle with his bloody teeth, pouring it on her as well, at the belly and working north. Steam wafts up in billows and streams. It is unpleasant to stand in,
- Polaris has posed:
"Oh, and Jean's ok. Tired, not on fire, no." Lorna says and pauses. "We'll get folks home, see you soon." With that she hangs up and goes to Jean. "Hi Red, nice fire show." She murmurs and nods to Emma. "So, who knew that was a thing, huh?" She wonders and brings her over to help direct how best to cool someone smoking hot-temperature wise.
- Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn gets back from the heat. She can move fast enough with the wings and all. Others have taken care of the crisis, so she's just left to do antoher fly over of the crowd, checking that people are okay, before coming back in. "Well, the fair is somewhat ruined today. I guess I Can bring everyone back, that we're bringing back, whenever we're ready."
- Phoenix has posed:
"I don't think a fire extinguisher would really cool her down or I'd ask you to get one," Jean says to Speed. "She doesn't seem in danger of bursting into flames this time." This time. What a life they lead. Jean glances around at the crowd of people who witnessed the show and realizes they won't seem any stranger if they simply make their escape. She gives Lorna a thankful smile that she is getting everything prepped for the evac. She nods to Megan, "I think that is for the best. Let's get back to the mansion. We have a therapy tub we can put her into, ice her if necessary to get that temperature down. James," she continues as her voice lowers. "Do you want to carry the stretcher or would you prefer me to?"
- Warpath has posed:
The look James gives Jean is one of gratitude. She knows he wants to keep ahold of her. He relents. It hurts! "I trust you." James says. "You know." She knows how important the woman on the stretcher is to him. He stands up, to get out of the way of the telekinetic. He allows himself to wince at the burns on his arms and rubs at the ones on his chest and belly, then his sore jaw.
- Speed has posed:
Speed returns with another round of water and another back board if it's needed. He hehs at the fire extinguisher remark, but still says, "If you want it say the word." When it's clear they're leaving the way they came, Speed tosses the waters to some bystanders and gets clear to let people do their thing.
- Pixie has posed:
Megan Gwynn takes a deep breath. First things first. She goes tot he corn dog vendor and leave shim 10 bucks for three corn dogs, and the t-shirt vendor 10 bucks for the shirt. Then she gathers everyone together in the grass, and says "Last call for Westchester." She puts on the same show as before, glowing wings, chanted words, and a flash of pink. This time they land in the back lawn of the institute. Not far from the building.
- Warpath has posed:
Turning the tv to her favorite program, "I forgive you. I love you. Come home soon." James kisses Emma's cheek, and steps outside.