OOC | second memory.
At first, there's only the hushing sound of rain falling on grass.
Then, slowly, a strong smell of ozone, burnt metal, scalded cloth. The soft press of feet on wet earth. The scents of three people other than himself: two female, one male; leather and floral shampoo and expensive cologne. Each exists as a gap in the constant noise of the rain. They stand around and above him.
"You condemn easily, Angel, considering you struck the first blow." A woman's voice, her hard words softened by an accent which brings to mind the low rumble of thunder over wide dry plains.
"When somebody tries to kill me, lady, one chance is all they get," Angel replies. His tone is tight with fury. He rustles strangely in the rain.
"Wolverine.." The second woman. She's closer than the other two, close enough to touch. Her voice is familiar, as is her scent.
"Go away, Red," the man who will become Phoenix growls. There's pain and spent anger on his breath. "Lemme be."
"You heard him right, Jean," Angel interrupts. "Take the runt at his word. You don't need the grief."
"Flyboy's right," Phoenix continues. "I really am bad news. As crazy as they come. And I do kill."
The second woman -- Jean -- has moved in front of him.
"I'm not afraid," she tells him.
"You should be."
Jean's presence swells and folds around him, gathering him up with gentle hands. He lets himself be carried.
"I feel your pain, Wolverine --," she says, "the anguish of body and spirit. I want to help. So does Professor Xavier -- otherwise, why bring you here? I'm glad I met you. Welcome to the X-Men."
[ooc: Phoenix found a hearing/smell crystal. Memory taken from Classic X-Men #1.]
Then, slowly, a strong smell of ozone, burnt metal, scalded cloth. The soft press of feet on wet earth. The scents of three people other than himself: two female, one male; leather and floral shampoo and expensive cologne. Each exists as a gap in the constant noise of the rain. They stand around and above him.
"You condemn easily, Angel, considering you struck the first blow." A woman's voice, her hard words softened by an accent which brings to mind the low rumble of thunder over wide dry plains.
"When somebody tries to kill me, lady, one chance is all they get," Angel replies. His tone is tight with fury. He rustles strangely in the rain.
"Wolverine.." The second woman. She's closer than the other two, close enough to touch. Her voice is familiar, as is her scent.
"Go away, Red," the man who will become Phoenix growls. There's pain and spent anger on his breath. "Lemme be."
"You heard him right, Jean," Angel interrupts. "Take the runt at his word. You don't need the grief."
"Flyboy's right," Phoenix continues. "I really am bad news. As crazy as they come. And I do kill."
The second woman -- Jean -- has moved in front of him.
"I'm not afraid," she tells him.
"You should be."
Jean's presence swells and folds around him, gathering him up with gentle hands. He lets himself be carried.
"I feel your pain, Wolverine --," she says, "the anguish of body and spirit. I want to help. So does Professor Xavier -- otherwise, why bring you here? I'm glad I met you. Welcome to the X-Men."
[ooc: Phoenix found a hearing/smell crystal. Memory taken from Classic X-Men #1.]