Who: Diamond, tag Psylocke When: Friday, October 17th Where: Xavier's; Memorial Garden (8:50 PM) What: Come to the dark side, we have cookies. Status: in progress Rating:PG-13 For bitchy sequences and intense hair flipping.
Outside of her personal choices, Emma Frost knew she had a job to do. She had come to Xavier's only after the Cure Virus incident, and as a last resort. Their connections in the past had been rocky. No, Emma Frost had never been loyal to Charles Xavier. She was loyal to one man...
With Hank's return and the news of the advanced virus, Diamond had received some other news as well. News of survival... news of restoration, of a rival... and news of change. It would seem Dr. McCoy wasn't the only powerful man who had found himself infected with the strange and erotic exotic disease. Emma knew with her own abilities and the psychic defenses of the Upir-infected that she had a clear chance to do something quite helpful for her old ally and perhaps return to his good graces with a full purse. After devising her ploy (which was shared prudently with Beast), she lined up her victims. She knew their trials and the thoughts that plagued their minds just as well as they did (and without having to prod too deep). She also knew their newest haunts, and it was no coincidence that Emma had been spending more and more time outdoors after dark than ever before. Tonight, she would set her plan in motion...
As she made her way through the sham of a memorial garden, she called out to her fellow telepathically-inclined femme after setting eyes on the girl. You know, I thought it was a pity before you were infected that you held yourself up in your room... all cooped up... letting their judgments direct your path... Isn't now the time to show them what they missed? Emma smiled, a wicked (but sincere) smile as she stepped up closer to the other blonde. "You are looking well, Miss Braddock." The girl had gone from catwalk wanderer to tigress, surely. It was a shame she had let that little smudge of a brunette bully her into slinking around out of sight. "So well, in fact, that I think it is criminal that your twin is the only one who sets eyes on you regularly."