#empathphoniex

[offollies]

( @empathphoniex​ ) frank castle & jean grey

“hey jean,” frank greeted as he entered the doors to her saloon. ever a cowboy at heart (albeit a very italian one) frank loved the atmosphere and the quiet that her bar seemed to offer. plus, jean was pretty great - a good listener and even more-so good at keeping her establishment chill. moving towards the bar top, frank slid into his usual seat and smiled at her. “just the usual, nothing fancy today - technically i’m working but... my bounties don’t usually go too far.” he shrugged, notably certain of his career and his ‘collections’. it was almost ironic to him how many of them ended up in timely.

folding his hands onto the top, he glanced around the place and noticed that aside from a few regulars, it was pretty quiet. but that’s mid-day drinking for you. “how’ya doing? personally - not professionally, your saloon is gonna outlast us all. but did you go to the doomsday celebration? or whatever the hell it’s been called?“ frank was fairly terrible at small talk - it wasn’t his best virtue - but for people he liked being around? yeah, he was pretty much willing to try.

[ormenace]

with  :  @empathphoniex​ where  :  xavier institute

there  was  a  significant  time  of  his  life  where  the  school  was  the  most  familiar  place  on  earth.  he  could’ve  mapped  it  out  backwards,  upside  down,  every  nook  and  cranny.  he  thought  being  back,  in  this  replica  that’s  real  enough  to  care  for,  to  want  to  do  good  by,  would  still  feel  wrong  and  off  kilter.  it  had,  early  on,  but  all  he’s  really  done  is  continue  to  warm  to  it.  scott’s  never  managed  to  go  long  without  something  to  look  after.  

every  corner  of  the  place  is  littered  with  memories.  scott  loved  xavier’s.  it  hurt  and  hurt  because  he  loved  it,  isn’t  that  always  the  way  things  go ?  nostalgia  bleeds  from  the  walls,  but  he  hasn’t  yet  been  walking  around  seeing  ghosts.  until  now,  apparently,  except    -

he  peers  out  of  the  room,  mostly  expecting  to  see  an  empty  hallway  and  proof  of  his  own  longing.  instead,  it’s  exactly  what  he  thought  he’d  seen  passing  by.  exactly  who,  more  like,  may  very  well  be  the  person  he’d  most  recognize  on  any  planet.he  calls  out,  curious,  phrased  like  a  question  though  he’s  never  been  more  sure  he’s  right.  it’s  saying  something,  for  a  man  that’s  most  always  rooted  in  his  own  correct  opinions.  ❛   ——   jean ?   ❜

[gobbyqueen]

@empathphoniex​​ | jean

😈 — Time was of the essence. If Madelyne had sensed the Phoenix, than surely the Phoenix had sensed her. There would be no upper hand here.. but she could get the first psionic punch in. Which was, comparably, the size of a sedan barreling through the saloon.

[scarletjackal]

@empathphoniex​ | jean

🧬 — Ben came in through a hatch in the roof, lowered himself from the ceiling, and snagged the bottle from the bar with a quick thwip of his web shooter. Helping himself to some of the saloon’s finer whiskey.. a little for him, and a little for his injuries. He steadied himself and sat atop the counter, peeling his suit down to expose a puncture wound — a piece of the object still lodged in his arm. He’d lost track when it got there, but the projectile resembled rebar. The rest of it just, didn’t want to come out. His spider-sense goes off.. and he relaxed. Knowing the what, or who, instantly. He freed his hand, placing the bottle down, to slip his mask off and search the darkness for their face. “Howdy.” 

[shiclded]

who: jean grey ( @empathphoniex​ ). where: empire state university. 

IT WAS STRANGE, BEING THE STUDENT AGAIN. Peggy was still amazed that she could join a class, let alone teach a class, without anyone batting an eye. Of course, Doom pre-approving courses and changing instruction often rid her of that positivity, but it was still nice to know that some progress had been made, even if there was a long road yet to go. She’d snuck into the class a little late, having been on the run for a lead. And, with Doom watching everywhere, Peggy knew she would need not to get caught. The less questions, the better. So, she found a seat in the back of the class, and leaned down, whispering, “Is this seat taken?” to the woman sitting there, offering a kind smile. Maybe, making friends would help keep up her cover.