** The yacht hummed with power and prestige which supplied a small volume of sound in the entertainment room for the group. Even Blaze Fielding found the silent eerie and unnatural to her keen ears. Blinking her long luscious lashes, she folded her hands behind her back politely as Doctor Victoria addressed her. She saw the strong resemblance Morgan carried of her mother, a factor the mutant had not noticed in a while. She did feel rather uncomfortable with everyone around, usually Blaze enjoyed the company of others. Not only did Alexis strike a cord in her heart but part of her felt broken due to the emotional strain of tonight's events and altercations. She was slightly intimidated to lock eyes with Doctor Victoria for fear of seeming weak. **
** She remembered well how dejected she felt around Doctor Victoria. A feeling that would always follow Blaze, even in her spirit form. She highly respected Morgan's mother, but she felt unworthy around her. She was the one woman Blaze wanted to please - an unusual characteristic for Blaze. But her eyes would lock eyes, like a deer caught in head lights. In that small glance she felt that warmth and motherly instinct from Karen. Karen was practically royalty in Blaze's eyes, someone who was pristine and elegant....everything Blaze was not. Fox was street savvy, passionate, and upfront and at times rude, not the typical "lady like" behavior exampled by Morgan, Alison, and Karen. **
** Even Karen's voice was gentle and carefully chosen. She was speechless after the doctor finished. Her lips pushed to speak but no air sounded. Blaze's lip began to quiver as she fought the emotion to sob. She never had a real mother, her actual mother died in child birth. So Blaze never had a feminine figure in her life, but as Karen reached out to her she felt her walls melting like wax. Placing a hand to her mouth, Blaze's small body shook with emotion. She attempted to struggle but Karen's words had broken through that ringlet of fire burning in her soul. Hiding her quivering lips seemed to work but those clear hot tears could not. Several of them washing and staining Blaze's tanned complexion. Clearing her throat to speak she laughed nervously trying to push away what her body naturally did. **
"T..that means a lot to me Doctor Victoria. For once in my life I feel as though..." She paused to bite harder on her lip with more tears flooding her eyes. "I'm sorry I'm a little emotional." Her thumb and index finger catching a new batch of tears only to continue on. "For once in my life I feel as though I have a mother. My Mom died when I was an infant...I never met her. But here you are offering me a mother's love and that's more to me than anything!" Blaze felt embarrassed being around the time as she was beginning to lose it, but each of them had witnessed her cry. But not like this ....it was almost hysterical. It was as though it was purifying Blaze's soul or healing old wounds. Sniffling she wrapped both arms around herself to steady her petite body. "I feel as though you could be my second mother - especially now."
That last sentence Blaze choked on her words and almost could not speak it. She was grateful that Karen suggested they retire to a private room or deck to speak. Straightening up her appearance she felt like a mess around her former teammates. And what made it worse was Jasmine being there too, she would no doubt harass Blaze later on.
Turning at the waist, Blaze's heals clicked quietly on the floor but her pace was hurried. Like she was ashamed to be around the others because of the scene she made. Her eyes adjusting to the new lighting in the upper main deck now. A cool breeze whirled her hazelnut locks around mildly. It did ease her mind and soul to discover the trio was surrounded by the beautiful - mysterious ocean. Their crashing waves consoled her emotions long enough to overhear Morgan's question.
It was now or never to address and confront Morgan. Stepping closer to Morgan to lean on her arm by the metallic railing. The soft moonlight laminating on her irises which sparkled with fresh tears. Calming herself Blaze pondered what to say to Morgan. Here she was alone with just her sister and Karen. But for some reason Blaze felt any string of courage disappear. The mutant felt naked, vulnerable, and weak before these two powerful women.
Bowing her head in shame she sniffled only to nod to Morgan's question. "I'm here and it is me, Blaze." Her words shook and they sounded almost hoarse at first. She didn't dare to gaze into Morgan's eyes - she couldn't break down now. "I...." She cursed in her mind for having such difficulty to speak. "Its me Morg..." She looked up at Morgan as two tears slipped from her eyes. This would surely be an emotional night for these two siblings and the rest of the team.
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Cold and calculating eyes blinked before a crease formed on Jasmine Klein. Her eyes narrowing with suspicion as the effects were repaying in her mind. Flashbacks of herself and Morgan battling and Alexis and Delilah battling seemed to form and register. Looking down at her palm only to gasp. Any sign of injury was healed but how? Her eyes sliding onto Karen who by now was addressing Alison, Blaze, and Morgan.
Stretching her limber arms she focused her attention in on Blaze. A cruel smile washing along her lips but she carefully hide that by biting on her lower lip. God, she's so emotional! They coddle her like that when she's dead. She thought bitterly only to roll her eyes as Blaze broke down emotionally. A hint of jealousy cut into that thick sheet of ice as Karen confronted Blaze. Jasmine saw emotions as weak and pathetic, something only those faint of heart did.
Brushing off the dust from her clothing she observed Blaze, Karen, and Morgan as they left the saloon. Curiosity had peaked in her icy soul but for some reason she decided against it. She quietly slipped past the entertainment room only to return to her room. Shutting and locking the door she strolled over to her bed, she knelt down to pull out a metallic suitcase. Opening it she gleamed at the red numbers counting down. "And here I thought tonight would be dull..." The bomb clicked as each second passed. Cold fingers moved to caress the black and red wiring which was layered around the device. This was not some simple bomb that required wires cut, it was something much more. Closing the suitcase and placing it under the bed. Jasmine stood up as a small parasite moved along under her skin. Her eyes flashing to a midnight tint. Walking over to the closet she grabbed a few more items. Pulling out a black caviler vest before tossing off her shirt. Placing it over her pale upper torso. It too was another bomb which was tickling down slowly. Reaching up for a black button down shirt she buttoned it up leaving the collar flipped out. Her smile growing with gleam.
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