urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bettsbraddock Not you, not love, just nothing. Elisabeth Braddock 2005-08-30T14:37:47Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bettsbraddock:998 2005-08-30T14:36:46Z 2005-08-30T14:37:47Z Is there anything more satisfying than scaring the piss out of Scott Summers? The poor darling sounded as if I were intending to jump through the telephone and bite him. <br /><br />Reasonable, I suppose. He <i>was</i> talking to a dead woman. <br /><br />All dry humor aside, he seemed not at all hesitant to offer Jono a place at Xavier's, should he choose to take that route. However, as I said to Scott, it <i>will</i> be <i>his</i> choice. I'm perfectly happy to continue letting him live here. I suspect he will choose the Academy, though; a seventeen year old boy given the choice of living amongst people his age, or living in an old estate house in the middle of Sussex... well. <br /><br />I shall talk to him over supper, though. <br /><br />And no, I have not yet decided wether <i>I</i> will be returning there, either. I will, however, visit. To see Hank. <br /><br />I shall need to spend some time devising what, exactly, I will say to the man who nearly died with me. For me. <br /><br />Hm. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bettsbraddock:765 2005-08-30T14:19:08Z 2005-08-30T14:23:33Z U2 - "One" <small>[OOC: Backdated to August 6th.]</small><br /><br /><a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />At least, in the past, when I've been snatched from Death's door (in quite spectacular fashion), it was because of my friends' loyalty to me by merging me with the Crimson Dawn, or a man's desperate attempt to save his lover by using my body to house her mind. There's been reason and order to my ressurections; at least as much order as one can draw from the chaos that is my life story. But I've known what they were on about. <br /><br />This time, I actually did die. And while it was to the end of protecting my teammates, I fully expected to be taking that final beauty sleep. Everyone else thought so, too. Bri buried me. I've seen my own grave, although I can hardly boast being the first member of the X-Men alum to have done so.<br /><br />So why on earth have I had the incredibly good fortune of a third shot at life, then? Either I've been a karmic saint (false) or whomever is up on high is giving me a stern warning that I'm not doing things properly, and it's about that time to shape up or ship out. <br /><br />Three chances? More likely. If I could get nine, that would be lovely, but I will regretfully leave that to the more feline of my aquaintences.<br /><br />With each time, I've bourne a scar to remind me. A body not my own. A tattoo over my eye. I wonder what this life will bring. <br /><br />So far, it has brought Jono. He seems to be managing well enough, and I am doing my absolute best to be...oh, I don't know, a mother figure to him. It isn't as if his own mother seemed particularly interested in taking up that mantle. Failing that, I shall be a friend none the less. He hasn't any left, and I see so much of myself in him. He's come back to life to find his body completely changed, to find there is nowhere he can turn, and to find himself a stranger in a world he previously belonged to, insofar as any of us truely belong. <br /><br />I do not want him to be the victim of circumstance that I was, and I will do all in my power to see that he doesn't become so bitter that he shuts out any relationships he may form. I will not let him turn away from someone who cares. <br /><br />So perhaps, then, my purpose this time was to be in the right place at the right time, with the right life experiences to help this young man find himself again. <br /><br />Gladly, Destiny.