Journal Entry - Sussex

Tue, 30 Aug 2005 14:36:46 GMT

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.

Reasonable, I suppose. He was talking to a dead woman.

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 will be his 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.

I shall talk to him over supper, though.

And no, I have not yet decided wether I will be returning there, either. I will, however, visit. To see Hank.

I shall need to spend some time devising what, exactly, I will say to the man who nearly died with me. For me.

Hm.

Journal Entry - Sussex

Tue, 30 Aug 2005 14:19:08 GMT

[OOC: Backdated to August 6th.]

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Gladly, Destiny.

I reach, but I only feel air at night...

Journal Entry - Sussex

Journal Entry - Sussex