Magius (magius) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-01-16 11:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen), magius |
Who: Emma Frost and Magius
What: A doctor offers to treat an unusual patient
Where: a Cafe
When: A few days after this conversation
Status: Closed and Complete
Rating: PG
For the largest part, Emma wasn’t an overly paranoid woman. Not really. She didn’t background check everyone who entered her life, wasn’t constantly questioning motives, she was observant enough to see those kinds of things herself, really. After her short lived engagement to her father’s lackey, she was far more cautious about those in her personal life however.
And for all intents and purposes, brain treatment was something to be very wary of. The dreams weren’t exactly a nuisance yet, although she could do without the crippling migraines at inopportune moments and the new development in her telepathy, in that she had it, she wasn’t overly put out about the whole thing -telepathy could be entirely useful if she learned how to use it properly, which was the initial plan after all.
The arranged meeting with Magius was frowned on by her assistant, so close to a business trip home, but really, Emma hardly cared for what anyone thought about her. Her walls were shaky at best, an attempt to build on what she learned in her dreams here, but they weren’t always effective in keeping out the barrage of thoughts, and Emma was prepared to see just what the doctor could offer at least.
Arriving at the described place, Emma had opted for a cab, she righted herself to at least not appear as haggard as she felt.
Magius was used to paranoid personalities. He'd known quite a few in this life and in the last. He had also dealt with those merely cautious, and Miss Frost seemed one of those. He had been a doctor for a long time, and a Dreamer for a couple of years now. He liked helping people.
Today, he was ready to learn I'd he could help Emma Frost. He hoped so. He was sitting at a table to one side, in plain view. To a Dreamer, he would be visible in a simple white suit, a stethoscope around his neck, a staff in one hand, with a book floating above the table as he read it. The staff was tall, shiny black, with a golden reptilian claw on the top, which held a crystal ball in its grip. To normal people, he simply looked like an older man in a suit, reading.
There was something of a climax to the slightly decadent first viewing, and if Emma was a less stubborn woman, she may have just walked away. “Right then, that kind of doctor.” Not that she really expected much else, in this place, it was hard to actually find relatively average people.
Entering and taking a seat opposite who she now knew had to be her acquaintance for the day, Emma managed to avoid the caustic remark, simply clenching the tense line of her jaw in a tight smile, “Dr Magius, I presume.” Emma tried to make a habit of not doing that, but what else was there today?
Magius looked up, smiled and snapped his fingers, making the book and the staff vanish, and then extended his hand to her. “Of course, and you must be Miss Emma Frost, yes?” He was, despite the display, every bit the professional in town and deportment.
“Greetings. I hope your day has been going well.” He spoke with a faint accent that spoke of something old, and something very foreign, but also with a kind tone.
She could blame it all on her lack of sleep, or the stress of work, or even just the fact that she was reading thoughts to begin with, but Emma’s smile was decidedly lacking in her usual charm, tired and strained as she took the offered hand in greeting. “Indeed, better than some, worse than others. I find the change of year often leads a few irritating complications.”
Although usually it didn’t result in potential breakdowns. “Usually I would have a few moments to engage in small talk, ask about your day and this lovely little place, however I think we’re both aware that I don’t exactly have that luxury at the moment. Terribly sorry, but I am going to have to jump to the chase as it were.”
It did peeve Emma just slightly, she prided herself on proper conduct, on being the perfect host, even when she wasn’t technically hosting. It was a long learned habit. “It’s my understanding that my telepathy will only gain in strength. Considering the current influx I have while it’s weak and new, I am interested in this method you speak of. Knowing further details, of course.”
“Of course. That is quite understandable. And to whit…” He paused, then Magius nodded. “Aye, milady. Your powers likely will grow, to a rather large extent.” He reached into thin air, and pulled the staff into his hand, which shrank and took on the appearance of a smart phone. He placed it on the table, and tapped it. From its top sprang an image, three dimensional in nature, of symbols.
“This is what is called an energetic ward, or soulshield enchantment. It protects the soul, mind, and body from outside interference, and in this case, from outside energy of any kind. With the adaptation of current brainscan helmets as used in deep E.E.G. scans, I could create an item, infused with magic, which will keep out other people’s thoughts. It might take a try or two, as it depends on just how powerful your abilities have grown, but yes.” He smiled as he sat back.
“I’ve done it before, and I am confident I can do it for you.” He remembered the one he had done before, but less clearly. This place did that sometimes. Things changed, and memories faded somewhat, but never completely.
Old fashioned then, Emma couldn’t remember being referred to as ‘milady’ outside of a few strange little role-plays that Sebastian enjoyed. But nothing to really dwell on either. Were Astrid around, or rightly alive, perhaps Emma could’ve sought the same training here as she did there. However, with the very obvious fact that her former mentor was an absolute wretch, Emma doubted that would be wise.
Instead it would be up to her to figure out the right amount of blocking, and until then the white noise in her head was unacceptable. It would, most likely, drive her to some rather homicidal actions after all. “And just how discrete is this?” She could work in appointments for trial and error, owning the company meant she rarely had to explain what she was doing, since she was the boss. However taking too much time away from work would, in effect, lessen her effectiveness. And she knew there were people just waiting for her to screw up.
“Very discrete. With your permission, and the placement of a token item in a place of your choosing, I can come and go there without anyone seeing, via magic, and we can conduct the visits that way without you having to be seen visiting a doctor.” Magus nodded.
“I would recommend our first session be before a day when you don’t have to work, since feedback the first time, when we are trying to match mental frequency up might make for headaches. But once that hurdle is breached, we should have no other issues.” Magius would monitor things as much as she would let him, and come if there was need, wherever she was.
It did all seem very reasonable, and Emma was looking for any kind of ulterior motive as usual, but seemingly finding none. It wasn’t that she expected everyone to have some kind of agenda, it was simply that she had experienced it in the past, her pending trip home wasn’t really helping that paranoia either.
“Well, it does sound like a fairly simple route.” And really, she likely would only become less and less able to work with the building headaches. Her powers were growing already, from the low level pick up to hearing her entire work force constantly. Not how Emma wanted to carry on her days. “Very well, if I arrange a time to meet when I get home, I can take a few days leave after I come back. Family tends to drain me of my ability to handle people politely.”
And it wasn’t unusual for her to do such things directly after visiting Boston.
Magius nodded to her, hopeful she would accept his help. He loved to help people and using his abilities to help Dreamers to neither be hurt, nor a menace to others, well, that seemed the height of his purpose. And he was willing to do what needed done.
He nodded at her words.
“Very well. Let me know when you wish to meet, then call me when you are ready. I can come directly to you.” He smiled lopsidedly. “I didn’t trust these powers at first, but they do lend to my ability to be discreet for my clients.”
There was usually something to be said for trusting one's gut, and while Emma usually relied on extensive background checking and recommendations, she didn’t get a sense of ill will from this. And really, who did background checks on people with magical powers? That would just be utterly foolish.
Besides, she could use the assistance.
“Well, I thank you for that. We can discuss your fee at our next meeting, which I am adamant about.” She had learned her lesson about not paying for aid, and Emma was not prepared to repeat that particular episode of her life. “I can message you with my address when I’m back and we can go from there.” Hopefully fairly successfully.
“Of course.” Magius would simply donate most of it to work. he did keep some, as he needed it to do what he did. Magic was not cheap, nor was working with Tony Stark to help save lives. Nothing was cheap, really.
Magius had spent the better part of the last three years working on refining how his magic worked with technology, medicine, and people, and he was finally getting to learn new things. He was dedicated to trying to help people like Emma.
Funny. he had the odd thought that he had done this almost exact conversation once before, but that was unlikely and nearly impossible, yes. It wasn’t like time repeated here.
Magius smiled to Emma. “Then we can convene again when you return home, and begin work. I’ll construct the prototype device while you are gone.”
It all worked for Emma really, a good option for assisting in letting her powers develop safely, hopefully without causing too much trauma to her mind in the process. “In which case, I will take my leave,” any questions she thought of in the mean time, she could ask later, in more private surroundings. “And I look forward to our next meeting.”
Surprisingly not just a figure of speech.
~FIN~