<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/XMenAvatarPhoenix03.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Phoenix<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Rachel Summers<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Living Room, Braddock Lighthouse, Scotland<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 9:00 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kitty Pryde<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black ankle boots and leggings, red wool dress, black leather jacket<br/><hr/>"Not everyone on our team is exactly a morning person either," Rachel remarked with a slight smirk. Meggan seemed the only one not having at least the occasional problem waking up in the mornings. She could still remember a day when Kitty had ruined a perfectly good alarm clock by accidentally phasing into it while trying to shut it off, still half asleep, just as he, herself had hurled one or two across the room telekinetically before she realised what she was doing.<br/><br/>At Kitty's question Rachel's reminiscing took a turn for the decidedly less light-hearted. She looked out the window a long moment, as the memories came back to her. He had stabbed her with his claws right through the lungs and the heart. He had attempted to kill her, and failed not for lack of trying, but only because she instinctively sealed the wounds with her telekinesis, held her body together in a feat neither of them had known she was capable of.<br/><br/>He had been right to stop her from becoming a murderer, but she could not forgive him the method he had chosen. Murder, he had told her, was unworthy of an X-Man, yet he had resorted to murder and still called himself an X-Man. The hypocrisy, the lack of trying to find a better way... for that she resented him more than for the deed itself.<br/><br/>"Nasty is a fine way of putting it," she finally said, her voice almost a whisper. "But it will be alright," Rachel added in a more normal tone. "I'm not going to exact any revenge, if that's what you are worried about. If I had wanted to I would have done so months ago. And I am certain we can avoid each other most of the time. He is not the most social type to begin with so that should be easy enough."<br/><br/>She rose from the sofa and forced a smile on her lips, hoping she did it convincingly. "Let's just leave it at that, please? It's something he and I will have to face when the time comes, and when the time comes, the only thing I intend to do is give him a piece of my mind." Her smile turned a little more natural as she added: "By talking, I mean."<br/><br/>For a second a bright flame flared around her, as she changed her clothes into the red and gold Phoenix costume she felt so much more comfortable in than the hound outfit she had used as a uniform for the longest time. "Might as well get going and inform Moira. If I go now I'll be back with plenty of time to help with lunch."