<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1314.photobucket.com/albums/t576/croweshadow/Misc/b725c53d3c64e6829f97465579ec0681_zpspymfytmz.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jean Grey<br/><strong>Location:</strong>classroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept 2, evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>David (Legion)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>card game<br/><hr/><br/>It was still light outside when the game started. David, also known as Legion, asked for an innocent game of cards. Of course, it was anything but an innocent invitation—it was a declaration of war. A mental gauntlet being thrown at her. Jean Grey already knew it was coming, not because she is a powerful telepath, but because she managed to outwit him at their last game and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he sought a rematch. The game started simple enough, and as usual the longer they played the higher the stakes. It was all friendly competition, and Jean wondered if this is how Xavier and Magneto felt when they faced against each other in their younger days.<br/><br/>At the moment, it was already dark outside and the game had reached a stalemate. It was time for a tie-breaker. Part of Jean wanted to concede and let David get the win. It would certainly boost his confidence. But no, he would not want a victory that was handed to him, so she had to press harder. Chances were he could still win anyway. He had grown better at figuring out her tells lately. She had known him for a long time and he was very much family at this point. Yet each interaction with him was always different. That could be because his mind was splintered into several personalities, after all.<br/><br/>Jean smiled fondly at him as she could tell he was getting preoccupied with the others inside his head. She could hear Luke’s shout-out, but by this point Jean had learned the hard way not to trust Luke very much. He was always trying to cause some kind of trouble and get her attention. Facing Legion always felt like taking on a dozen opponents at once. Taxing, but rewarding when she managed to keep herself in control long enough to get the upper hand.<br/><br/><strong>“You shouldn’t lose your focus, David.”</strong>Jean smiled as she spoke for the first time in a while.<strong>“How about I ask if you have any…”</strong>She tried combing through his mind for any tell, but it was like trying to pick a quarter in a barrel full of nickels,<strong>“Aces.”</strong>She hoped to complete her set, but he had already gotten the Queens and tens, and if he had the Kings—which she suspected he had at least two--it could spell trouble.