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@builtontrauma @behindarubylens @IAMAMASSIVESNOB @KineticNeon @FeralPredator @EgoAndBeauty Talk of Victor being released from exile peaked her interest. Hopefully, for his sake. His mind would be in the right position and ally with them. { Just as long as Victor doesn’t step out of line... keep him in check Logan. } It sadden her, their home becoming a battlefield —
@builtontrauma @behindarubylens @IAMAMASSIVESNOB @KineticNeon @FeralPredator @EgoAndBeauty Taking the initiative to gather anymore younglings left behind she contacts the minds of her other teammates. Signaling all were clear on her end.
{ I’m ready. } Closing the portal as the last of their kinds steps through it she ventures to meet with the others.
@builtontrauma @behindarubylens @IAMAMASSIVESNOB @KineticNeon @FeralPredator @EgoAndBeauty Jean receives Emma’s telepathic rally. The drums of war beat through her chest. As the younger generation of mutants evacuate she stands post directing all of her people towards the gateway out of their home, Krakoa. Once again, they face a threat that could endanger them all. —
@ElementMarshal @ImmoralMomentum Her wings gallop, releasing a gyro of flames encircling the area. As the blaze hurricane commenced, the presence of Jean Grey burnt away at their opponents. None were safe in the sight of
𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑃𝐻𝑂𝐸𝑁𝐼𝑋.
#𝗔𝗦𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗔𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥꧂
@ElementMarshal @ImmoralMomentum “Magik took them to Asgard along with the others.” She grabs her friend by her hand, intertwining digits.
“Come on, we need to catch up with the others.” Jean says dragging her away from the burnt field.
#𝗔𝗦𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗔𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥꧂
@ElementMarshal @ImmoralMomentum soulsword she rips a rift open.
“I’ll see you all at Asgard.”
Jean’s spine ruptures in cosmic flames, charging through the trees leaving a trail of eternal blaze she grew close to Storm’s energy. It wasn’t till she heard a strike of lightning, this motivated —
@ElementMarshal @ImmoralMomentum — was just a small number of them. More spiraled in.
“Students, to me!” The young heroes came to her. Jean constructs a barrier the shape of her head, quickly piecing it together she then morphs limbs on the top of her skull. Six arms and hands slither out and like a windmill —