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[color=gray][right][sub][color=white][b]Emma Frost[/b][/color] - [i]NPC[/i]
[b]Location: Green Lagoon, Krakoa[/b][/sub][/right]

“Juvie? Lucky.” Her eyes bore into the face of the young man, an unfeeling and unflinching appearance to the young-looking blonde woman with black armor, spikes, and a giant sword. Her tone was apathy edged in the dangerous toxin of violence, and the kind of darkness that changes a person on levels they may never truly understand. When Magik stepped up, it was arms crossed next to Frost. 

Emma gave a side-eye glance, but little else, as the War Captain spoke. Outside the slightest, slightest hint of an eyeroll, maybe. Emma’s blue eyes regarded Tommy the same way as her tone did: coldly, “If you require rehabilitation of character or spirit, Legion and Nightcrawler would be your best contact. If you think what I do is important only in the circles of idle gossip…you’re an idiot,” she said, shrugging, and moving on to Billy. 

At him, she offered a polite smile, even if it were a bit tight at the corners of her frosted lips, “I believe your mother is on the island, although I admit I’m uncertain on details. We’re checking with our monitoring agents, as well as reaching out to your grandfather. Feel free to reach out should you have any questions. And of course,” her tone and demeanor remained, but the sound of it changed as she spoke the last bit in Krakoan, “welcome home, Billy.”

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