[Open Log] A day in the life of Emma Frost

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Characters: Emma, YOU!
Setting: Eeeeverywhere
Content: Stuffs
Status: Open open open

This can also be known as 'Bria doesn't want to write her papers.'

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Miss Frost?

[Kevin lingers behind after group session, hoping that there might be some miraculous new training development that could let him touch another person, and shed his emo leprosy forever.]

I was wondering if you'd had a chance to talk to the rest of the staff about any...new training possibilities for me. You know, working with my powers, not just combat.

lmao I had actually noticed. :P

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[Emma shakes her head, just as frustrated that his training is stuck at this ridiculous plateau. She wishes that her answer wasn't about to be the same one that it always is.] No, Kevin. We're still trying to come up with something but we're at a bit of a loss at the moment.

Ok, good. Just wanted to make sure you were paying attention.

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Well, how long is it going to take, Miss Frost? I mean...how exactly am I supposed to deal with this when even you don't know what to do with me? Am I just supposed to try and ignore my powers forever? [His face contorts into a frown, trying not to think about the tempting offer from the New Brotherhood. He leans in to speak softly, secretively to his teacher.] I can feel it. Getting hungry. Again...

My powers of observation are keen.

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Kevin, there is no text book for any of this. We can't tell you how long it's going to take because we simply don't know. And if you think that Magneto's little followers have any better grasp upon the situation than you're being foolish. [She's trying to be patient with him. Honestly.]

Oh gosh, this poor boy.

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[Kevin looks at his hands, angry. Frustrated. A little afraid. There aren't many people who challenge Emma Frost first thing in the morning.]

But Miss Frost, what do I do in the meantime? I can feel it getting worse, I'm already avoiding most people, I'm seeing those creepy zombie-visions again sometimes. [He looks down at his hands, shuddering at the images of the walking dead he sees driving home late at night, or walking the grounds sometimes.] The New Brotherhood, they helped someone sort of like me. I can't help but wonder if they're telling the truth.

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[Sigh.] I can try and help stop the visions but we simply don't know what to do here. Every mutation is unique. What may have worked for Mortis, if they were in fact able to help her, will not necessarily work for you.

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[There's a terse nod from Kevin. It's better than nothing. Better than the answers of "We don't know" that he'd been receiving so far.]

I understand. Maybe... maybe with some help I might see them less frequently.

(OOC from Iris: Hiii *waves* Just thought I'd add in a little something -- probably best not to rid him of the visions entirely, since they disturb him so much and make him into that sad little emo bastard that we know and love so well, haha!)