Location: X Mansion - War Room
Skills: Power Mimicry
When Scott and Jean relayed what was going on, Jaclyn's mind went back to Asteroid M - the fiery teleportation Mary had utilized to save herself and Jaclyn, and more so, the brief moment when something had seemed off about her. Jaclyn now had the feeling she might've "met" Mary's alternate personality.
Scott phrased it as most likely Marygold was struggling against one influence or the other, but Jaclyn worried -what if it was
both? Caught in the middle of a mental tug-o-war within your own mind...Distress presently rose in Jaclyn's.
However, someone else's was soon to catch her attention. Max wasn't looking well. Then suddenly he was reacting as though they already had a game plan to follow. What was he doing?
Jaclyn's mouth fell open slightly as it dawned on her a second before Max articulated it -his family. His actions still held an air of prematurity, but Jaclyn could understand the motivations behind his impulse. If that's where Holo was, she'd be feeling an worry-induced raise of temperature right now.
Instead, as she listened to Max relay what was going on to the individuals who made up that family -herself not aware of Casper's biological relations- individuals who, at another time, Jaclyn would've taken more active interest in, she couldn't help feeling a sense of foreboding
from Max's actions.
To hear him tell it sounded as though the Phoenix itself had landed, already realized and a moment away from living up to how most had come to know it.
By Jaclyn's perspective, the Phoenix was not exclusively a being of destruction but a sacred entity to be respected. From what Jean said, it sounded like the destruction had occurred from mishandling; manipulation. Knee-jerk reactions and keyed-up actions weren't likely to be good, especially when emotions played a key part here, no matter how natural the motivation or logical the priority.
And that was just considering the Phoenix side of this circumstance.
Jaclyn's attention shifted then between Guin and Jean when the former posted the question of "any other way?", and a different sense of foreboding affected Jaclyn, one mixed with sadness as she felt the implication. Surely it was too soon to consider there
wasn't any other way, wasn't it? Was Jaclyn in fact the one who was reacting out of step with the circumstance, not understanding how immediate the gravity was?
She felt not.
After all, if some of the old guard had been contacted, there's no way they would be dragging their heels if things were
that eminent. More likely, Jaclyn thought, the old and the new would be mixing, with this meeting being conducted over distance via the two telepaths on each respective team.
"Let's try not to panic," Jaclyn said gently to Max, reaching out a hand towards his shoulder after she'd stepped through the portal.
"There's time enough still to be levelheaded about this." Somehow she gained more calm from her own words, as though speaking them made the reasoning more true, despite her feeling like the outsider of this experience.
She'd also made eye contact in turn with the others in the antique room, as though assuring they still had time to breathe with this information, at least, and kept her ear out for the continuing discussion just on the other side of the portal.
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