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[fire-and-life.livejournal.com]

She--she thinks she is a she--she thinks she thinks, though she's not sure she should be doing that, really--has many names. The Phalkon, and the Phoenix, and the Force, the Chaos-Bringer and the Black Angel, and a thousand others from beings of all planets.

But she thinks--if she can think--that she once had another name, not a title. But it wasn't really hers.

The name that feels truest is Phoenix, she thinks. If she can think.

So Phoenix enters Milliways for the first time, fire and burning energy and light and brightness in the form of a woman.

Eyes that aren't really eyes curiously study the inhabitants as she stands, uncertain.

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[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

Deadpool winces. Shiny. Ow, his eyes.

Oh shi-

[fire-and-life.livejournal.com]

She--it?--turns her head to look at him.

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

"Uh... 'Sup?"

pleasedontincinerateme.

[fire-and-life.livejournal.com]

"I know you..." Or perhaps the other who she almost was knew him. Studies him, moving slightly closer.

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He grins, almost rictus like in intensity, eyes broad in abject OH JESUS CHRIST.

"Uh... You don't say."

[fire-and-life.livejournal.com]

"Or she did. One of us does, at some point in time." The almost-mouth moves silently. "Deadpool."

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He waves weakly. "Hey."

[fire-and-life.livejournal.com]

"You fear me?" Almost as much statement as question.

[wadewilsonsdead.livejournal.com]

He winces. "You're not supposed to hurt people here, so I guess I got nothing to fear, eh?" There's that Deadpool swagger.

[mogget_cat]

*The Bright Shiner looks curiously at this new arrival.*

[fire-and-life.livejournal.com]

"Hello." Softly and as much a thought as a sound.

[mogget_cat]

*He inclines his head smoothly, still very curious. His bright green eyes reflect more than her light.*

Good evening, Lady. I would welcome you to our bar.

[fire-and-life.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." Almost uncertain and--Jean, be polite to the guests but she's not Jean and won't ever be, not really, even though she always is a little--then she looks out to the universe ending. "It is all going out again."

[mogget_cat]

It is always going out, here. This is the end of the universe.

*his head is tilted, his smile lopsided.* Might I ask your name, Lady?

[fire-and-life.livejournal.com]

"It is not as different from the beginning as I would have thought." She falters almost, looking back at him. "...Which one?"

[mogget_cat]

*He chuckles.* I understand about having more than one name to choose from.

What would you have me call you, Lady? Or would 'Lady' suffice?

[fire-and-life.livejournal.com]

"Phoenix." A murmur, as she pulls the name in to herself. "Some called me the Phoenix."

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val blinks as she washes off a table near the door. Looking up at the woman-of-fire, she squints a bit, walking over. "Um, welcome to Milliways, ma'am. Can I get you something?"

[fire-and-life.livejournal.com]

"Who are you?" Curious as her gaze slowly focuses on Val.

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Woah. Val feels -something- coming off of the shining woman, a strong feeling of something. Life, energy, something she can't put her finger on. Taking a breath, she smiles, calming herself. "I am Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker, ma'am, head waitress here at the bar."

[fire-and-life.livejournal.com]

"Ah." Silent, then, "They tore me apart...I remember now." Eyes that aren't eyes harden for a moment before it passes. "Valentine. Hello."

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

"They... tore you apart?" Val blinks for a moment. "Is there something I can get you? Something, perhaps to make you not torn apart?"

[fire-and-life.livejournal.com]

The slightest touch that's not a touch from mind to mind, and the feeling of overwhelming power and

I am everything I touch everything I bind and heal and break and die only to be reborn again newer and brighter than before

it's over. "What can you get me?"

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Woah. Val closes her eyes, and curtseys deeply, holding her eyes to the floor for a moment, then standing. "I don't know what I can do for you, ma'am." She's mentally frustrated at the fact she doesn't know what to call this woman. "It would seem that you would be able to get anything you need."

[fire-and-life.livejournal.com]

"It always seems that way," she murmurs.