[h3][color=gold][center]Jaclyn [i]"OfAll"[/i] Chreyz[/center][/color][/h3][center][img]https://assets.mycast.io/actor_images/actor-ta-kaiya-blaney-267392_small.jpg?1631024853[/img][/center][center][/center][hr][center][color=gold][b]Location[/b][/color]: Asteroid M
[color=gold][b]Skills[/b][/color]: Power Mimicry - Active Power: Chaos Magic[/center]
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OfAll watched Antoinette pet Arnold as she answered. Having a pet to look after amidst all the stuff going on up here wasn't something she envied her for. In a certain way, it made OfAll think of her little sister. Not because she was like a pet, but being her guardian, OfAll had spent quite a few years of her life looking out for her amidst less than ideal conditions. Relief didn't begin to describe what she felt at Holo not being up here with them. [color=gold]"We've been learning our compatibilities. Both with each other and in my case, with different powers. . ."[/color] OfAll answered tactfully, and still with a little embarrassment thinking of her "contributions" so far. 

But she'd gotten out of her funk and was prepared to continue doing what part she could.

There wasn't time for their conversation to continue.
Soon OfAll was healed.

She'd watched Edus' face, and respect exuded from the very manner in which he conducted his healing. And, it was successful. The orange light felt like a salve and when it disappeared, so too had the rest of OfAll's pain. [color=gold]"Absolutely,"[/color] she answered him with a grateful smile, [color=gold]"thank you."[/color]

Then another light surrounded OfAll. One altogether more transformative, and when it disappeared, her spacesuit was good as new. She turned her smile towards Max, which would have to do as a 'thank you' as he was already talking plans. . .and OfAll's smile faded completely. Her expression doing almost a complete 180 and her disposition gradually following. Last time Max had lost control of his powers...

It felt incongruous -the heavy details of that story and the manner in which Max just proceeded to go one brainstorming. There was certainly no time to live past traumas, but it came off less like one and more like an anecdote. Had it been during a Danger Room session?

Regardless, that wasn't the problem. OfAll wasn't thinking what kind of person Max was now, she was thinking about how his powers were what [i]she[/i] presently held, as well. For the second time a feeling rose. This time nearer to the surface. She felt indignantly like she should've been told [i]"probably best not to try manifesting my powers at all, at least not first out and on an actual mission!"[/i]

Manifesting a variety of different powers throughout her mutant life, OfAll seemed to have a certain level of innate or honed control. Like an athlete who can take what they know, hand-eye coordination etc. and apply it to other disciplines they haven't ever tried before to better result than the layman trying something for the first time. 

That to say, powers that required more control and OfAll essentially being a novice with them, didn't spell the disaster one might think. That by no means guaranteed she'd [i]have[/i] the necessary level, but nor was auto-failure a guarantee. This in mind, OfAll wasn't panicking that she had essentially taken on an explosive device, though it [i]did[/i] feel like she had. 

After all. . .[i]hadn't[/i] her first attempt with these powers nearly ended in multiple deaths?

She actually stopped walking. Half from processing, and half because she was thinking she shouldn't proceed. It wasn't a coward's thought in this instance to consider walking in the complete opposite direction of their foe. It was the thought of someone who understood sometimes removing yourself from a situation was the most helpful course of action; a choice of strength not weakness.

This consideration went through OfAll's mind all the more as the whole chloroforming plan was solidly -and confrontationally- shut down, and the "rush it" one was back on. While the words of the discussion filtered through her, OfAll was feeling all the more confident on both sides of the consideration: 
1. This "rush it" plan had a lot more thought behind it than had initially sounded. Marygold was proving herself in this first impression as a thorough leader.
2. The bases were covered and it did [i]not[/i] sound like Chaos Magic was needed among the operative players.

OfAll "tuned in" a little bit more when the detail was mentioned of someone having to watch Carolina's body if she astral projected. If she could do so from a safely-out-of-Cortez' reach location, OfAll could maybe field that job.

In the next moment, OfAll had the split second oddness of feeling like [i]she[/i] was shaking with emotion before she realized it was the walls. It was reminiscent of Magneto's powers, and she looked around for him --missing, save for a glimmer out of the corner of her eye, what power was actually emanating and from [i]whom. . ![/i]

Life repeated itself --OfAll was burned and thrown violently back again, except the repeat was [i]amped up[/i].

She was rendered nearly senseless -barely able to register where fire still burned -[i]everywhere[/i].

It seemed impossible that it could, given the material it lit on. 

[i]What happened. . ?[/i] OfAll tried, weakly, to figure out to herself, trying to see or perceive anything else as she struggled desperately to make her body rise, though her system felt as though it'd lost sync. If she could've thought of some way to react with her powers she wouldn't have tried it, as her next thought came vaguely yet convincingly, [i]it. . .it happened.[/i]