[h1][b][i][color=gold][center]Jaclyn Chreyz[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1][center][img]https://assets.mycast.io/actor_images/actor-ta-kaiya-blaney-267392_small.jpg?1631024853[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=gold][b]Location[/b][/color]: Mansion - Sitting Room.
[color=gold][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Power Mimicry - Active Power: Flight[/center]
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It was as though the battle she'd just been through had been recorded, and as Jaclyn lay recovering, her mind decided to play it over.
Things she didn't fully process in the heat of the battle now had its time....Actually, Jaclyn wasn't sure it [i]was[/i] what happened or if she was coming in and out of a dream while she rested. 

It was all so bizarre....

What stuck in Jaclyn's mind clearly, however, was how out of her depth she had been. 
She'd been trounced. 

She thought of the power display of everyone else on the team who'd been at the Mansion.
Even though Max lost like she had, up to that moment he had fought awesomely - in the old sense of the word.

The mall-goers must've put up a similar display of deftness, as of the ones that returned, it seemed at least one of them had only "lost" by no longer participating in battle in favour of helping Pietro. Apparently the mall opponents were less bloodthirsty than the Mansion ones, as declining such a contest hadn't saved Max or Jaclyn from further pain - well, she couldn't have expected anything else from Sabretooth; now she knew Nekra was from the same camp.

So they'd all been the Brotherhood? Jaclyn hadn't registered that.
It was actually something about this that made some sense. But only so far....The Brotherhood usually had some [i]purpose[/i] to what they did. A purpose that didn't align with the X-Men's, but one none the less. 

So the purpose here was selecting worthy ascenders to paradise? 
What did that even mean? And was it just them...?


Jaclyn turned her mind away from that problem - the more pressing one, for her, was her battling capabilities. 
Surviving on the streets hadn't prepared her for surviving in combat.

She stared out towards the patio as these thoughts went through her mind: she needed to broaden her ability pool.

She thought of the powers the others had used....Magic would require a conversation with either Ed or Max (or Neil) to understand in order for Jaclyn to practice it herself; she hadn't known any magic users previous to this. Not personally, anyway. She knew [i]of[/i] Doctor Strange, but was positive he wasn't a mutant. But Max, Ed and Neil had to be if they were here, right? So she could mimic their abilities.

But of course Ed and Neil were...where ever those giant marbles took them. Jaclyn wasn't so sure about Neil's display of magic, anyway.

Max had been through a lot. Jaclyn wasn't sure it was the time to pump him full of questions, although, sometimes talking about ones skills could be a fair distraction. It was difficult to tell with people how they'd tolerate questions; Max was one who asked many himself though, so he'd probably be up for it.

More healers might've leveled the field a little.

But Jaclyn had actually set her sights on someone else, first.
Nekra had had superspeed. Super everything, but speed was a big one.

If Jaclyn had had [i]that[/i].
And there was a speedster recovering in this very room.

So the fact he lost didn't support the power as being all-useful, but she didn't know the opponent he'd been up against and regardless, Jaclyn wanted to understand that power.
Speed was one of those abilities she understood well enough that she probably could manifest it already, like telepathy, but she had a mental hang-up about it. There were [i]risks[/i] she didn't understand, or at least she perceived there were.

She needed to speak to Pietro.
While he was recovering might actually be the best time, at least at this point of his recovery: Not so fresh he shouldn't be bothered, but at a stage when he had to stay still for a bit yet.

But the conversation was on what exactly was going on, and it wasn't the time. 
Jaclyn decided she'd keep aware of both his and Max's movements - like if they were about to leave the room - and talk to them as soon as she could. I mean they probably weren't going to get assaulted again right away -although, as X-Men, who could ever have such certainty?-but if they were going to embark on a rescue or reunion mission, Jaclyn shouldn't delay.

She even still had the fairy wings -presently folded flat against her back over her shirt (which she had made a couple couple slits in)- both for maybe some more practice -though her "flight muscles" were already feeling strained- but mainly so she wouldn't lock herself into something else before knowing what she'd be facing within the manifestation window.


A voice brought Jaclyn out of her own problem-solving. A voice that belonged to a new face.
New to her, anyway. A quick glance around the room didn't reveal any other such curious looks. Not knowing who this woman was, Jaclyn wondered what specifically Professor Xavier had brought her in to help them with; information? Training? Both? 

Jaclyn's attention was effectively out of her thoughts; she was listening actively.