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[color=gray][right][sub][color=white][b]Emma Frost[/b][/color] - [i]NPC[/i]
[b]Location: The White Palace, Hellfire Bay, Krakoa[/b][/sub][/right]

“I’m sorry, who?”

Beast repeated it, patiently, quietly, in her ear. The woman’s response was a long, long, long, deep drink of the slender champagne glass situated in her hand delicately. Delicate grips and strong drinks, Emma Frost there was a certain sense of poetry in that as she set the glass down with a Multiple Man waiter that passed.

The White Palace glittered in moonlight, shaded hues of reds and blues and yellows and more as fireworks dazzled all over the island. Beast had it upon himself to put on a tux before he arrived at Hellfire Bay. Captain Pryde wasn’t on the island, but the Black King and White Queen hosted their own private parties-within-a-party in their respective residences. Both events were black tie. Even the Multiples of Multiple Man staffing the event wore appropriate tie and jacket attire. 

Emma had worn a gown of diamond. Then she had wore one of white fur that left the sides of her body all but exposed. Then three more outfits, and finally she had settled into skintight white slacks, and a shouldered corset that wrapped around her neck with delicate white lace, the same fabric of the short sleeves. From her collarbone down to the tops of her breasts her cleavage was exposed with the ‘window’ of the garment. She wore white leather rounded toe shoes with three-inch heels made out crystal like most men wore combat boots. 

Settled on her fate, her mind snatched on the first obvious question that appeared. “Why do they think that Wanda is here?”

Hank frowned, “There were rumors. I’ll have to ask Magneto, unless you’d like to?”

“Oh, no. I wouldn’t dream of denying you the opportunity, Beast. I’ll make sure the two young men are cared to.” Even as she finished up with Beast, she was already telepathically reaching out to the one person on Krakoa she believed most useful given the circumstances and time sensitive nature.

The glowing disc appeared only a moment before Illyana Rasputin did. In her armor, Magik’s lips pressed into a small smirk as she looked around, noticing the dress code. “M’Lady.”

“You know, you don’t need to be a telepath to realize how much you’re enjoying this. A shame, you look fantastic in Armani, Magik.”

The disc starting to close as Magik made a face. “Time and place, Emma. Tonight is for drinking and celebrating and seeing how drunk we can get Doug before Dani feels bad and yells at us because she’s drunk, too.”

The Green Lagoon was packed as they approached, having appeared just twenty feet from one of its entrances. Various groups stood around and smoked, giving Emma the feel of many a bar and club in many another country. Yet she smiled, because this was not just another country. Eyes latched onto both of them as they entered, the groups outside mostly mutants they didn’t know, but to those groups they were easily recognized: The White Queen and Magik. One a member of the ruling Quiet Council, former X-Men leader, CEO of Hellfire Trading Company, and one of the wealthiest people on the planet. The other was a Queen of some-kinda-literal Hell, long time New Mutant, former X-Men, and one of a handful of Krakoan War Captains, those in charge of defense of the mutant nation, and those in charge during war time.
 
Not even Emma mingled much as they came in, making as much of a straight line as the massive crowd allowed on their way to the two boys. Emma caught the eyes of the blue giant, Apocalypse, as they moved before her eyes focused on the two they were after. “Tommy, Billy…a moment please?”[/color]