JEAN GREY (PRIME)

not the jean grey you're thinking of.

[thedailyurich]

Ben took a sip from his coffee listening intently. His stylus behind hisear and his tablet on his lap. "It's definitely taking people some time to get adjusted. No debate there. But I don't get what all the fuss is about. Mutants are bad but if you weren't born that way it's fine? It's all a buncha bull."

[mrvlgirl]

"A buncha bull. Sure, you could say that." As a rule of thumb, Jean tried to be a little more even keeled and professional with the public. She felt that she had to. They were already a breath away from chasing mutants down with burning torches. There was no reason to light their flames any further. "Please, keep that off the record." The mutant smiled. "What I will say is that people struggle with things they don't understand. We're the next step in evolution. That's uncomfortable for some. People have hated other people for a litany of stupid reasons. Prejudice is nothing new. It's just disappointing that it's still so prevalent."

[jchnnytorch]

Johnny paused when she mentioned that there were mutants that caught on fire like him. And that she could move stuff with her mind. "If you ask me, your powers sound ten times cooler than mine. But... yeah, you're right. That doesn't make sense. Maybe it's the marketing behind it all? Not that that's your fault, obviously... People just suck, I think."

[mrvlgirl]

"It's pretty helpful when you don't want to get out of bed but you left your phone on the other side of the room." Jean admitted with a small smile. The telepathy that the other versions of her had sounded a little less cool. It seemed like a big headache. Who wanted to know what everyone else was thinking about them? At his next statement, she couldn't help but sigh. "It seems insane that we have to market — what? Ourselves? Our humanity? Our right to exist? You're right, though. People do suck. Mutants do too sometimes. I guess we have that in common."

[psionicsandpunkrock]

"Y'think?" He projected with very little bite in his tone. Her gentleness caught him off guard. This wasn't what he expected to feel from an x-man. "There's a lot done that won't be undone so easy."

[mrvlgirl]

"Eh, I guessed." The redhead shrugged a shoulder, a hint of a smile on her lips. In a perfect world, they'd all get along. There'd be no public clashes or big ideological disagreements. "Maybe," she replied evenly. "But I feel like you could say that about a lot of things. Doesn't mean we don't try to make them right or move past them."

[dernachtkriecher]

"That is something I'm struggling to get used to." Kurt responded with a small laugh. "Believe it or not, he's Johnny Depp where I come from."

[mrvlgirl]

"Johnny Depp? Really? Huh." That was hard to imagine. "Please tell me that Orlando Bloom is still in them. I don't think I could handle it if it wasn't him playing Will Turner."

[bayousthief]

"most people like it. it really don't taste like chicken, but it aint all dat different from chicken, neither. " it was a difficult flavor to explain, alligator wasn't fishy or gamey, but it also couldn't quite pass for chicken to a refined palette.

remy put some on a plate for jean and slid it over.

"won't hurt my feelin's none if y'don't." he shrugged. "--you want hot sauce?"

[mrvlgirl]

"That's a little contradictory, isn't it? It's not like chicken, but it is?" Jean, admittedly, wasn't a great cook. The guys had often made fun of her at Xavier's for it. She burnt ramen, put spaghetti noodles into the water before it boiled, and couldn't mince to save her life.

As Remy slide the plate over, Jean couldn't help but side eye it. She picked a piece up and gave it a tentative sniff. "—Does hot sauce help? Is it hot hot sauce?" The last thing she needed was a face redder than her hair.

[magnetiamus]

"Yes." He said reflected on himself from his youth. The violence, the sin, and the sacrifice. "Though we were not so different just a few years ago." He admitted with little care. "I hope for the latter as well, but we must prepare for the prior or be forced to play the fool."

[mrvlgirl]

"Is that so?" Jean knew that Erik and Charles had once been close, but it sounded like there had been a lot of hurt between the two. It was hard to imagine Magneto as anything but Magneto. "There has to be another option. Between destruction or being a fool, that is. I'm not the Professor. I don't think I have his brain or his vision. I do, however, think that things can change. Without violence. It won't be easy, but there has to be something we can do." Maybe it made her naive. Maybe it made her a fool. Jean couldn't help herself from retaining a sliver of optimism.

[lordofmagnetism]

"I do not want war, young Jean. I do not crave violence. I want to live in a world where it is obsolete, but violence. Violence is the language homosapiens understand best."

[mrvlgirl]

"Violence and hate." Jean muttered. She knew that he was right to an extent. "But I think there's more to them than that — and to us. If you don't want war, then you do everything in your power to prevent it. We don't play dirty."

[lordofmagnetism]

He could feel the pulse of of the magnetic field around the city. Feel the charge of electricity and power. Feel the others similar to him and their pull on this elemental force, but it was all wrong. This place was alien. The fields, while similar, felt like night and day to his touch. God must have brought him here for reason after Asteroid M self destructed.

"I will not allow my people to suffer the same indignities and atrocities here as we were once forced to survive. This is no threat, no speech of grandstanding, but a promise."

[mrvlgirl]

"I think we're in agreeance that neither of us want to see the mutants hurt any more than we already have been. There's just some stuff that we can and can't do. We don't want war."

[psionicfreak]

Quentin laughed quietly to himself, glancing at the person to his right. He usually tried to avoid peoples random day to day thoughts--more so to spare his own sanity than their virtue--but sometimes a thought may as well be shouted across the room.

"Hey--you're the one thinking at the top of your lungs."

[mrvlgirl]

"Yeah, because I was trying to get your attention. Do you think you'd be in my head otherwise?"

[magnetiamus]

"There are too many of me here. This world will either be torn at the seams or become a paradise"

[mrvlgirl]

"From what I've gathered so far, you're a bit different than the Magneto that I know." And by that, Jean meant that he seemed to be working with the X-Men instead of leading the Brotherhood. "I'm hoping it's the latter, not the former. Not that hoping stops the world from falling apart."

[dontreadintoit]

"Right... I'm from a world with mutants so you don't need to go into it. You've had to make that speech a lot lately haven't you?"

[mrvlgirl]

"That's a relief. That you're familiar with mutants, I mean. I don't want to assume we're the same in your reality, but hopefully you know that we're not the abominations that people like to paint us as." Jean paused to run a hand through her hair. "A headache inducing amount. If I took a shot for every time I gave the spiel, I would have died from alcohol poisoning a long time ago."

[jchnnytorch]

"My entire body catches on fire, and I still think that's probably one of the scariest things I've seen. Mutants are just another Tuesday, right? I'm sure people'll come around."

[mrvlgirl]

"Being a mutant is my Tuesday, Monday, Wednesday, and so on. You get the picture. Some of us catch on fire like you, others move things with their mind like me. We're not the only people with powers, but they love Captain Marvel and hate us. It doesn't make a lot of sense to me."

[lasereyedloser]

"All of this seems weird to them. Part of me feels like it always will." Scott mused quietly, getting a little lost in his thoughts for a few seconds before blinking himself back into the conversation at hand.

[mrvlgirl]

"And that's why you're not the team optimist." Jean teased. By now, the mutant felt she knew her team better than she knew herself. Scott got lost in his head often, consumed by worries he didn't like to voice. Jean tried to respect his privacy, but she also didn't want to see him drown in his own anxieties alone. Concern made its way onto her face. "You okay, Slim?"

[destroyrofworlds]

"From what I've learned, humans don't like anything that's different. They already have that complex that those of us who are different think we're superior. And some of us lean into that, which doesn't help."

[mrvlgirl]

"You're not wrong. I'd be lying if I said that there aren't some mutants who think they're superior." That was a direct reference to Magneto and his Brotherhood. "I really think that they're the minority, though. Most of us just want to live peacefully without persecution. Learning to handle these powers is hard enough without all the hate."

[psionicsandpunkrock]

"For flying fucks sake. Could you give me some space, mate?" Jono projected annoyed as flames reached through his leather wrappings and licked his cheeks.

[mrvlgirl]

Jean didn't want to stereotype the Brotherhood members. She didn't want to assume they were all the same, but she always found herself slightly on edge around them. As a rule of thumb, they were angry. Rightfully so, maybe, but Jean didn't believe in the extremist methods they did. "Sorry, sorry." She held her hands up as she took a step back. "We're off to a bad start, huh?"

[mutantbitch]

"Good to know some things never change. Mutants are still going to be hated no matter the universe."

[mrvlgirl]

"Things can change." She was young enough to still be optimistic. "Maybe it's not great now, but I can't just accept that we're always going to be hated."

[bayousthief]

"c'mon now, don' look at me like dat." Remy looked defensive. "ya never had gator?" the meat sizzled in a pan over the stove, looking indistinguishable from little chicken nuggets. Didn't taste like 'em though. Gator had its own thang goin' on. Little bit like chicken, but not quite, "And yer lookin' at me like I'm weird." he scoffed. "ya know what 'dey say, don't knock it 'til you tried it." he gave the pan a lil shake, rollin' the bites onto the other side to get 'em good and golden brown all over.

[mrvlgirl]

"No I'm not." Jean was quick to reply. She had never had gator before. Growing up in Upstate New York, the food options hadn't been the most exciting. She'd been away from home a long time, but her parents had never been heavy on the seasoning. "I am fully willing to try it before I potentially knock it."