Emma Frost (![]() ![]() @ 2010-07-02 10:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | nightcrawler, white queen |
who: Emma and Kurt
when: Friday morning
where: Frost's office
what: Some women love to play matchmaker. Emma Frost likes to play life ruiner.
Emma Frost was prepared for most eventualities and that was usually because she tried to exert a level of control in all situations. She wasn't one for surprises and her telepathy tended to ensure she didn't have to face them too often - at least without a plan or her game face on. Emma now had calculated a move that she had bounced around in the back of her head for months now, ever since her mind-wipe attempt on Raven Darkholme. There was some information she had gleamed that she had considered telling one of the students to use as a distraction against her. At the time, Emma decided against it because she wasn't up for being killed by the woman. Yet peace had happened for weeks and there was a new stake in the game: their training squads. Emma had to ensure hers came out on top and if this revelation affected both a student on one squad and the adviser of another, perhaps that could tip a domino that would one day work to her advantage.
Doing this right before a challenge would have been the perfect opportunity, but Emma Frost was covering her hide in case Mystique did plan retaliation. Easier to claim she was acting in the student's best interest when it was right after one. She had contacted Kurt in the early hours of the day, inviting him to her office at his earliest convenience. Pouring two glasses of her special blend of tea into some fine china in preparation, Emma smiled at her work. Everything was perfectly set up and Kurt with his abilities tended to never be late - an aspect Emma Frost loved. She took pause when she felt a familiar presence approaching. Come in, Mr. Wagner.