Emma Grace Frost (ex_thewhiteq49) wrote in age_of_miracles, @ 2008-02-28 01:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | white queen |
Narrative: The White Queen
Who: Emma Frost
When: Febuary 26th, afternoon
Where: Mansion, her office
What: Emma mused on a few aspects of her life and is somewhat displeased.
As always, there was a stack of papers sitting on her desk and a number of unopened e-mails on her computer that required her immediate attention. Emma Frost was hardly one to shirk her responsibilities. Sitting before her desk, she began poring over the newest arrival - another missive from the Hellfire Club. So many pieces in play, it would seem. One wondered when any would begin aligning properly.
The arrival of Braddock brought yet another piece to the board. It had been no surprise to Emma to hear of her arrival. The woman's psyche had been easy enough to pinpoint amid the rubble of her precious empire. She'd not told Xavier for the sheer reason that if she could tell Braddock's demise was not as imminent as everyone had assumed, then Charles Xavier would have no trouble doing the same. It was true, she could have raised the alarm when the warbling masses had begun expressing panic and fear for the British bint. But the outcome without the X-Men's interference was so delightful to watch unfold. It wasn't as if she'd left the other woman to die.
There were matters of a personal nature preying upon her mind as well, though she was loathe to admit it. So Scott had found himself another plaything already? She was hardly surprised. It wasn't as if he'd been particular discreet about the timing or the company he'd kept. It was appalling, really. As unoriginal as his entirely cliche "we need to talk" speech had been, his new choice in companions was equally so. Sally Blevins? Really, it wasn't even petty jealous driving her with that opinion. It was just disappointment in his poor decisions. Her lips curved into wry smile, though it lacked any sense of humor at the situation. She'd thought the leader of the X-men to be more intelligent than that. But then, this was his brilliant plan to apprehend the Friends of Humanity by being utterly idiotic.
Emma rubbed the bridge of her nose absently, murmuring quite to herself. "Lord, what fools these mortals be."
She pushed the chair out from behind her desk and rose. While responsibilities were there, they could wait. It wasn't as if they would not remain. Emma Frost was going to find herself a drink, preferably a strong one. Afterwards, however, she'd see where the evening took her.