diamondwoman (diamondwoman) wrote in xemplifylogs, @ 2008-08-03 11:22:00 |
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Who: Emma Frost & Charles Xavier.
When: Sunday, August 3rd, 2008; Early Morning.
Where: The Xavier Institute: Emma's Office.
What: Charles stops by to see Emma. He wants let her know that he knows what she's up to and finally gives her a little bit of something to satisfy her so that, perhaps, she'll stop pestering the rest of the staff by wandering about.
Rating: PG.
Xavier tried to stay out of the minds of his faculty members as much as he could, but there was one faculty member that he was a little wary of, and not because she was a talented successful woman. It was more of a gut feeling. He almost felt like she was up to something. He decided that it would only be fair to see her and see what she needed. He wheeled down the hallway towards her office and waited outside her door. I know that you are about to come looking for me, and I know what you are looking for. I thought it would be easier if I came and found you, Emma. He knocked on her door lightly. Frost was busy going through files on her computer and, every so often, trying to access some of the more delicate information about the children. Powers, she wanted to know their powers. What could they do? What were their weaknesses? It was all important to her and the fact that Charles had blocked her access to this small bit of information made her want to try harder. She hadn't heard him coming. Really, Xavier's wheelchair was kept greased and silent so that he could practically sneak up on anyone he wanted. Then there was the fact that his mental shielding was so strong she never could pinpoint him. Maybe someday he would allow her to do so, but right now he kept himself hidden from her. The mental conversation stopped her in mid-read and she pulled her reading glasses from her face so that she could chew on the ear piece, My, my, Charles. I never expected such an action from you. Then again, I always did say that if you wanted me bad enough you could always find me. She played with him as she did all men, but this was more joke than seriousness. With Xavier, there was a certain level of respect that she did not offer other men. He was a mental talent, not unlike her, and she always thought psions held a certain value above everyone else. The woman laid her glasses down and stood from her chair so she could saunter over to the door. Might as well let him in rather than making him sit outside and shout at her through the door. She pulled it open with a smile and pressed herself up against the frame of the door, "All social calls are to be paid to my bed room, you know." Again, she was only teasing. Someone needed to keep him on his toes. Emma Frost was a piece of work, but she was a gifted telepath and a brilliant woman, even if she lacked the certain traits he was looking for in a successor. He just nodded and politely smiled. He watched her; tall, blonde, blue eyed. She was like a life sized Barbie doll, except Barbie dolls didn't have the ability to fry someone's mind like Emma did. It really is lovely to see you, Emma, but I am afraid that this is no social call, but if I hear of anyone who is needing a...social call...I will direct them to your boudoir. Yes, even Charles Xavier had a witty side to him. He was different with the faculty than he was with the students. He wheeled past her, and into her office and took a place in front of her desk. It was good that, at least with Emma, she saw him as a human instead of a mindcrushing telepath with sickeningly frightening abilities. Next to him and Jean, she was the most powerful telepath at the school. I suppose you aren't going to make me dig around in your mind to find out what you want? She knew better; he would never do that. Not until he was given reason to, anyway. Emma was still smiling as she shut the door and headed back to her desk. Do you feel a need to keep our conversation entirely private? Or do you just enjoy the luxury of having a telepathic conversation with someone who can project back rather than you having to dig out the reply? She was half-avoiding his question as she seated herself in one of the chairs that usually were allotted for guests. She didn't feel the need to sit behind a desk to speak to Xavier considering that he technically had more seniority than she. Her face and body were relaxed as she crossed her legs and watched the man. He laughed. I find that if I don't exercise my powers that they might just go away. "But, I suppose if you would rather talk, then that would be fine with me. I'm glad that you decided to have a seat, I feel guilty that I am often the only one sitting down." He said with a smirk. Over the years he had come to accept that he would always be in a wheelchair. He still secretly hoped that one day he would be able to walk. Hope, was one thing that Xavier always had in abundance. He kept a jar of it on his desk. "So, Emma, what is it precisely that you felt the need to stop your busy day, and come and find me?" It wasn't meant to be ugly, but she normally just kept to herself. Emma laughed a bit herself, "I never went looking for you, my darling Charles." No, she knew where to find him. Usually the man was scooting about the place, helping students 'learn to accept themselves.' Granted that task was one she found to be noble. She settled back into her chair comfortably and ran her fingers across the leather, "But I assume you mean when I was caught by that darling Mr. Summers trying to get into one of your secret areas." She paused to pout at him, "I do hope you all know that it isn't nice to keep secrets. Besides... I only want to take a little peek." His eyes narrowed a little. "No you didn't Emma, but you would have." And he was right about that. She wanted something from him, and he was truthfully disinclined to give it to her. I bet you have used that line before. Yes, he could play her game. The thing that most people didn't know about Professor Charles Xavier, was that he always got what he wanted, and he wasn't above doing whatever needed to be done to make it so. He wasn't the innocent cripple that most people thought he was. Granted, his efforts were noble, but he, like Magneto, would do whatever necessary to make things go his way. He knew that one day he would regret what he was about to do. "Emma, just tell me what you feel like you need access to, and I'll see what I can do." That was fair. Nobody could say that he wasn't that, at least. He wanted to get right down to business and so she obliged, wiping that innocent smile from her face and taking on the look of a shark, "I would like to see what's behind the doors that I cannot access." She wanted that more than anything really. "I would also like to see more of the students' files and information. I cannot possibly be expected to teach and mentor these children if I am not allowed to know which ones could blow me up or scatter my atoms into space. Just because I'm the new kid in town doesn't mean I don't want to be safe." His smile faded too. She was right about the files, and he would grant her that. He knew this day would come and, to be truthful, he had prepared for it. "Very well, Emma." He said simply. Your handle to log onto the student files is, EFROST, but you probably figured that out already, and your password is: 'shellneverguessthis.' The password can be changed. To use Cerebro, as much as I would rather that you didn't, you will need to type in EFROST and provide a retina scan. The information has already been added. I have one stipulation however. I would like to know when you plan to use it, so I will know. He was a clever man. He knew what she wanted and planned from the beginning to give it to her. He knew, that she would have managed to obtain the information somehow anyway. Emma leaned forward and planted a very careful kiss upon the elder man's lips. Short, sweet, and practically nothing more than a loving peck. "You're so good to me, Charles," she purred into his lips as she pulled back and smiled. It seemed it was easy to get what she wanted if only she would ask. How fun. "Now then," she had relaxed back into the leather once more and watched him with a sweet look upon her face, "Is there anything else I can do for you today? Or have we concluded our business?" He hadn't expected that, but it wasn't like her lips weren't soft and supple. Not many people had seen Charles blush, and now Emma's name would be added to the list. "Yes, Emma, I am aware of how good I am to you." He said as he unlocked the wheels on his chair. I believe we have concluded our business. I have a few students I need to see, one Kitty Pryde and Marie D'Ancanto. |