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| A meeting of mind and matter; [Emma frost] | |
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| Topic Started: May 11 2008, 08:07 PM (276 Views) | |
| Alix | May 11 2008, 08:07 PM Post #1 |
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Time of day: Late evening Place in timeline: 2 days before "on the lamb" Time seemed to stand still in the hellfire pleasure club. It was obvious that she didn't belong, dangerously clear that she was only here to hide. Honestly, she hardly went anywhere. There was no need. She hadn't been here to socialize, and she definitely wasn't looking to make some frends. If anything, she kept to the seclusion of her room so that she could spend more time thinking- more time going over what it was that she had to do when the time did finally come for her to be out. Longshot made for pleasant- but often strange- company. She didn't mind it however and while Pyro didn't quite understand completely the strange draw that they both had to each other, that would neverdo away with it. The penthouse she'd been taying in was more than extravagant compared to what she was used to. Really- from an alley to this? If it weren't for the company and the fact that she'd never belong in a self-gratifying place such as this.. she could've probably grown to like it. But- she was Alix. The fact that she could barely sit still in the pleasure club was enough to show that no matter where she was, she still wasn't about to give up on the institute, or the members of xfactor. If anything, being at the pleasure club gave her just enough time to sort things out. Silently staring into nothing, she sat alone in the room she'd been given to stay in; she was naturally not supposed to wander, not supposed to pry too much into the affairs of the Hellfire club. Because of this- and the fact that she didn't quite like meeting most of the occupants of the pleasure club in the hall, she kept to her room. Today was no different. |
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| Emma Frost | May 12 2008, 02:07 PM Post #2 |
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In chess, any logical player would sacrifice the pawns to advance forward with key players. An intellect, common to the likes of Emma Frost, utilizes the pawn as a key to infiltrate from the other side. Once a pawn reaches the end of the opponent’s table, it can take any position the player so desires, in which case, an attack can be made from within the opponent’s secured area. To Emma Frost, securing these pawns was as important as retaining her status as alpha female of the white court. Fortunately for her, she had a pawn residing in the Hellfire Pleasure Club, and her name was Alexandria Bennett. The White Queen sat firmly upon her throne, a leather material Gucci chair that rested behind a glass table. On top of her desk laid out were pictures of Alexandria and right below, small captions to sum up things that are known about the girl. The information provided was of no value to Emma Frost for in a matter of seconds, she could gather up the same amount of information just by performing a psychic search in the girl’s brains. The busty blonde knew that the New York branch of the Hellfire Club was going to waste and gathering another mutant telepath, especially one under her control as a pet could be more useful than the court looking for others to join the precious Inner Circle. From the moment Alexandria arrived in the premises, the White Queen could feel a surging rush of psychic energy resonating from the young woman. Such unrefined power could go to waste if Emma simply decided to let this chance go, and lucky for her, she wasn’t a natural blonde. Emma knew that though she could square off with high-order telepaths on an extreme level, she could only succeed if her exquisite finesse with her abilities were greater than her opponents. Having raw telepathic energy to be at her beck and call, a subservient entity used as a beacon for her needs would benefit her dearly. Who better to have a taste of it other than Emma, herself? “Fetch her,” she simply said. Emma rolled her chair around to watch the skies as she waited for Alexandria to arrive. |
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| Alix | May 13 2008, 11:10 PM Post #3 |
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Alix would surely not be interested in the antics of the "illustrious" Emma Frost. The ideals of the hellfire club were far from her own; while she was more than thankful for the hospitality they'd shown her, The King and Longshot had understood; she was only staying, waiting for the right time. The only reason she'd been even given such a stay was her connection with Longshot. She held no misunderstandings in that department. If she'd known Emma Frost had found out her real name she would've been even more apprehensive. But she hadn't, and when the white pawn showed up at her door she gave an expectantly surprised once over the pawn before shifting to look towards the direction of Longshot. Really unsure about what action to take, she went over it in her mind a few moments, quietly mulling over the request before stepping out of her door and motioning for the pawn to lead the way. Alix was by every standard a polite, respectful young woman. But for all the politeness and all of the respectfulness she held, there was every ounce of stubbornness to back it. Well; stubbornness and an innately born sense of justice that, no matter the circumstance, never seemed to waver. Longshot alone could attest to this, as could those who still trusted her within X-factor. No matter what was said, no matter what was thought Alix- or Alexandria Bennett- was not a selfish and gratifying telepath. She did know who Emma Frost was; it was hard not to. They were of the same power- the same abilities. Skill and power levels were unknown, but that didn't matter. Both were telepaths. Alix, despite her unassuming nature, had more than enough experience with telepaths who weren't exactly the Jean Greys of the world- or, well- the way Jean Grey was supposed to be. Even as she entered into the grand office, she was fortifying her mind, pulling barriers and reflexes and whatever else she could. When she entered she nodded her head politely but not lowly, silently staring forwards with her strange black and white eyes no emotion present on any aspect of her features- eyes or otherwise. ::Good evening. You requested me?:: She questioned- politely, but with every bit of the stubbornness and self reliance that she had gained. She was not of their courts, and while she respectfully kept out of the way and followed any sort of duty that was in addressing- she did not view the woman before her as a queen. |
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| Emma Frost | May 14 2008, 08:15 PM Post #4 |
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From the moment the young brunette entered her domain, Emma could sense Alix scoping her bewildering mind. Fortunately, the White Queen had defenses and barriers adamant enough to protect herself from most telepaths. Not intimidated, the White Queen looked straight into the young woman’s beautiful black and white eyes. Something about Alix reminded the fabulous blonde of who she used to be. The scrawniness, dark hair and that look that says she would not be moved reminded her of her days as a child, always looking up to her sister to be the best. She could tell from the young woman’s tone of voice that she was trying to be polite, but had a hint of restraint or attitude about it. To be accommodating, the White Queen directed her hand to one of the two Gucci leather seats in front of her desk. “So, Alix, they tell me you’re a telepath. Then again, being one myself makes it’s slightly hard to miss that fact, correct?” Emma telepathically verbalized to Alix. The White Queen might not have had the unusual black and white eyes that Alix did, but her rich blue eyes pierced through her ash blonde hair and porcelain skin and darted straight at Alix’s. There were no curls at the ends of Emma’s lips to show whether she was smiling, smirking or being stern. It was an intimidating look that came as a part of Emma without trying to look uninviting, partially the reason that others quickly judge her as a… b****. “We let you stay at the Hellfire Pleasure Club, feed you, bathe you, provide you a roof under your head. Now, dear, do us a favor and tell me… what brought you here?” She was never the type to play around with words. In fact, it had been said that she was indeed blunt, perhaps too blunt. It might have come off to Alix that Emma was speaking about her like she was a pet, but people who knew Emma knew that anyone who she deemed below her (about in the upper ninety-nine percentile of the world) all received the same treatment. In her mind behind the barriers, shields, and whatever else may be protecting her thoughts, Emma thought of the process of trying to lure the poor girl into working for the Hellfire Club. She obviously had knowledge of who the Inner Circle was, thanks in large part to Longshot. Making a mental note to herself, she thought of what a young girl like her could be troubled with at a time such as this. When Emma was eighteen, she was already out on her own. After her father institutionalized her brother Christian, she decided to branch off from the family fortune and built her own empire. However, it didn’t stop the pain and horror of being homeless. Emma knew too well the feeling of living day to day in the apartment of someone she barely knew to get by. Her telepathy came in handy when it came to fooling people when it came to money, especially at the time that she was kidnapped and held for ransom. She patiently waited for a reply in telepathy. It would, partially tell Emma Frost either the amount of power or precision Alix had with using her telepathy. Alix would be useful to the Hellfire Club’s benefits, but most importantly, to Emma’s. Though she is a part of the Inner Circle, there had and will always be one person that Emma can depend, trust, and care for… herself. |
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| Alix | May 14 2008, 08:35 PM Post #5 |
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Quietly, Alix took a seat still completely emotionless as she did so. If Emma Frost thought to get a rise out of her, it would not occur. She might've been scrawny and delicate looking next to the perfect body that Emma had paid for, but unlike Emma at her age- she was happy with where she was at; or where she had been. That would all return however. Her appearance didn't matter in the least. ::Indeed. I've heard of you as well.:: She returned in precision; her own telepathic voice absolutely seamless in her conversation. Then again; it was all she had. There was no choice in her life which way to speak- it was through telepathy or not. Nor did she demonstrate any reluctance in using her telepathy to speak. She might've been 18, and it might've been strange to imagine what could upset a teenage girl into hiding out at the Hellfire club... but then, Alix wasn't exactly the most normal of individuals, nor did she have the most commonplace of histories. Emma's look did not phase her in the least; just as her own did not affect Emma. ::Longshot did. He is a dear friend of mine and things arose within my own team that prevented me from staying there.. for the time being. I am hiding.:: She muttered, giving the facts without the details. Emma Frost did not need to know the events that were unfolding at the school, nor did she need to hear about Jean Grey. ::If you are looking for recruitment I have a team and a home. You may ask Longshot- I'm only here until the time is right for me to stop what is happening with my team.:: she muttered again. Of course she hadn't read Emma Frost's motives; but then, it was hard to not get what Emma wanted; why else would she have called her in? A chat? Not likely. ::I am not a wealthy girl, nor do I desire wealth. There is nothing the hellfire club can offer me.:: She nodded quietly; not speaking rudely, but instead directly. Sure- with longshot and meeting the black king she had been polite and cordial, quiet and damn near silent. But Emma Frost was playing the game. It was not something that anyone beyond telepaths would get, even some telepaths didn't understand. An unspoken fight that often was only fought with words and subtle movements within the mind. Obviously, the young woman sitting in front of Emma Frost had more than enough lessons in this, though; Alix's version of the game certainly did not find it's roots in the same surroundings as Emma Frost. |
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