Stormyx

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E M M A F R O S T
E M M A F R O S T

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The light of the room was dust-choked and waiting on the baited breath of a judgement; today it had come and it wore a woman’s shape and was cut from the world’s most beautiful stone. Emma pressed down upon the man lying in the middle of the room with a relentless diamond weight and the face of a Horseman. A polished and muscular pillar; immutable against his ribs. His breath shuddered out of him in a series of small and pitiful gasps in his state of dread and she watched over him with an expression that had no softness left in it. H

She had entered his mind with haste and without mercy. He had felt her arrival before he could form a word to stop her and by then his thoughts were already being torn loose one by one. Another. And another. Again and again she snatched them from him and held them to her own scrutiny, assessing every aspect from the prison of his mind for clues and traces of her. She flayed every happy memory from him and stripped them to their bones as his screams bent strangely in the narrow room. They belonged to her now and he would not get them back.

Emma did not look away even as the strain of prying apart a mind that fought back hurt her too. It was nothing, and all he had as a weapon against her was his own useless pleading. When she felt his resistance clawing against the inside of her own temples she pushed harder. Further she drove past all of his surface thoughts and into deeper places. She journeyed to the locked chambers where a man keeps the worst of what he is by sweeping away the things he pretends never happened. She broke every seal one by one. Wrested the images out of him as he begged her to stop. Begged for God. Begged for anyone.

God was not listening today.

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It was early still on Krakoa as the living island hummed contentedly and with a softness that made Emma feel restless and her thoughts lapped at her mind not unlike the waves did on the beach beyond the cliff. The great heart of Krakoa beating slow in the cradle of the sea; old and patient and entirely indifferent to the anxieties that kept Emma from sleeping. Many things were turning all at once. Diplomacy. Unity. Image; the mutants needed all of them if Krakoa would continue to survive.

There was a divinity in the pale and pearled light of Krakoa and with it was a shift in the air that came as a warning before a voice ever did; a tightening of pressure above as the wind curled and Ororo Munroe stepped into Emma’s path. The morning light caught the silver of her hair and Storm did not need an introduction. “Emma,” she greeted in the voice that bore its usual quiet regality. A tone that never needed to raise itself.. “You’re awake early. Again.”

“Sleep is for people who have no responsibilities, Ororo,” Emma replied lightly though she did not stop her walking. Storm fell in step beside her, her own bare feet silent on the living ground. The island seemed to breathe differently when Storm moved. Emma hated that, and hated more that she could feel it. “To what do I owe this… Surprising pleasure?”

“You’re plotting something,” Storm answered plainly as she folded her arms over her chest and the air itself darkened half a shade. “The island knows.”

Emma’s smile sharpened like a blade. “Ah. So Krakoa sends you as an inquisitor? Or are you just genuinely curious?”

“I’m not checking up on you, Emma,” Storm corrected with a flicker of thunder in her low voice. “But you are anticipating something.”

“And just what,” Emma began asking with a feigned innocence to her words, “do you think I’m anticipating?”

Storm gave a slow and deliberate turn of her head and the gold of her eyes were impossible to read. “You want to build something,” she said. “Something bold. Dangerous. I can feel it. The island feels it rising in you.”

“Oh Darling,” Emma laughed humourlessly. “I am always building something dangerous.”

Storm countered. “Yes, but this time it's something different.”

“Ororo,” Emma began carefully, lifting a hand as if to shape something in the air “Mutant culture has thrived in spite of the world and its every cruelty. Imagine what we could do if we stopped merely enduring that, and instead celebrated it. Brazenly.”

Storm's gaze flickered. “Celebration is not a priority of the Quiet Council right now.”

“Then let me reframe this.” Emma’s voice turned sharper. “Visibility is as important as our continued stability.” They both reached the cliff’s edge and Emma let the wind from the sea tug at her hair as below them the ocean surged. “We need something that announces us. A show of unity and not fragility. A gathering of our beauty, intellect, art, and mutant culture–”

Storm cut in. “You want to throw a party.” Her tone was flat; unimpressed. She didn’t get it.

Emma laughed almost a little too ruthlessly. “Oh no. I want to throw the party. The kind that… announces us. Just a little bit of course.” Her smile softened, but somehow that made it all the more dangerous.

Storm moved to stand beside her with her arms loose at her sides as she scanned the horizon thoughtfully. “A spectacle then. And what would you call this?”

“A gala,” Emma said. “The Hellfire Gala.”

The sky rumbled and heaved with Storm’s immediate reaction and the island felt it too and shivered under their feet. “Hellfire?” she asked. “You would tie our nation to that legacy?”

“I would reclaim it, actually,” Emma said simply. “A night where the world sees the future. Our future, and they realise they cannot ignore it. Or us.”

Storm did not approve, not entirely, and Emma could feel that like static on her skin, but beneath it something else stirred. Respect, reluctant, but real. “You would need the blessing of the Quiet Council.”

“And I will get it.” Emma answered plainly. “Because our nation deserves this night where we are not defending ourselves. We deserve this.” To be envied.

The winds curled and softened around them and Ororo turned her face toward the shore, expression unreadable. “Emma, is this sudden anticipation and project anything to do with-”

“No.” Emma answered quickly.

Storm knew to leave it then, but flashed a rare expression of concern Emma’s way all the same. “If you do this, do it with intention. Not indulgence.”

“Oh Ororo,” Emma smiled. “Indulgence is precisely my intention, always.”

Storm huffed out a breath of forming up the acceptance before she could stop herself. Emma was going to do what she was going to do, and perhaps she was right. It would be in the Council's hands. “It’s very you.”

“I know," Emma said with a slight smile.

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@Stormyx At risk of repeating myself, another awesome intro. Fantastic use of description and metaphor, you paint a vivid picture of Emma's headspace as she grapples with her actions. I look forward to finding out the exact circumstances of what went down, how things ended between her and Scott, and what Krakoa has in store for Emma and the world at large.

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Thank you for taking the time to leave such lovely comments (:

I really enjoyed writing this intro to Emma even if I did reach into some of the dark, bad places. I really wanted to start her arc off by highlighting some of the ugly, manipulative, and complex layers of her so I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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Another great entry to Hellblazer 😁

I'm enjoying the spooky set up and a lot of my favourite horror is very much like that. A great job of setting up the scene and the feeling of impending horror that the House is wrapped up in. I'm really looking forward to how this mystery plays out. I really liked the characterisation of John at the end too. "Don't know." SAME JOHN! 😁

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I will look to get a post each for Wanda and Emma in the next couple of days.
It's been a week for me, so, I haven't kept up with this OOC.

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E M M A F R O S T

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𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤

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“You know what the world does to women like me, Scott,” Emma Frost spoke. Her voice was low but carried like a knell in the quiet as her hands pressed firmly to the dressing table; the entire room had the scent of their life together and her silken garments clung to her frame like armour. She was a terrible beauty then in the half-light that poured in from outside. She had become a cold geography of herself. Carved by sleepless nights; rage clinging to her. “They see what their eyes see and nothing more than that. Nothing more beyond that. They admire the shine. Never the cost.”

She turned and paced away. “And then when I am clever, I am conniving. When I am strong, I am cruel. When I lead, I am dangerous.” The room dimmed and everything shimmered beneath her skin, all restless and electric with nowhere but one place to strike. Her head turned and a glacial stare met Scott Summers. “Don't you dare look at me now like I’m a fucking problem to solve.”

“Emma,” Scott breathed out with an exhaustion – his own patience, a now ragged spiral that was circling down and down and yet he held on to his better thoughts. “You didn’t just cross a line here. You obliterated one, and you’re spiraling, this isn’t you–”

She turned so quickly that the light seemed to recoil with a lash of her white silk and the sound of heels striking the hardwood. "Oh yes." Her once beautiful eyes were then radiant with a turbulent clarity and she closed the distance between them both. “It’s exactly who I am, Scott.” For a moment she wore a thin and terrible crescent of a smile as her jaw clenched. “You know it is. You used to like it.”

Scott tensed in response, but reached forward to place his hand on her shoulder only for her to pull away violently. “Don’t touch me,” she hissed and paced restlessly again. “You loved us. Loved this room. Only loved who I was here. Calm Emma. Quiet Emma.” She took in a long breath and found herself at the window, staring out and below. “You want to lecture me?” she sighed, her words threaded through with a mocking tone. “About what I did? The consequences? Your rules? Go for it.”

From the other side of the room, worlds away, Scott’s face hardened to a restraint. “You killed a man.”

There was a long stretch of silence where neither of them looked at each other as the words just continued to fall around them, weightless and heavy both. Waiting to find a surface to collide to.

Eventually, she whispered out. “Oh honey, You think that’s the whole truth?” Her bitterness soaked around her until every aspect of her countenance was coated in all of it. A woman defending herself to the end. “You only think you know what I had to do.” Her eyes glistened. “I did it to save her.” Emma stood rigid at the window as her shoulders heaved to hold her upright and Scott shifted toward her.

To his wife.

It was a single step at first but he continued to her. He watched her hands press cloyingly to the fabric of her dress to clutch at it like it had become her last tether to the earth. He saw the tightening in her jaw. Her every emotional restraint as it moved like a maelstrom beneath the surface. His own grief softened the angles of his face and he reached out again. “Please Emma,” this time his words came soft and he whispered her name as if the balm of softness would aid the wound he was trying to heal with his bare hands.

“Don’t.” A serrated and hauntingly raw warning from pursed lips. “Don’t you dare come closer to me.” And he stopped. Halted completely mid step and a breath was held as his chest tightened. He stared back at her with a flickering pain and confusion; willing for the part of him that never backed down to continue.

“If you get any closer to me Scott,” she whispered back to him dangerously. Her features sharpened like a blade as the clenching of her jaw brought the diamond form uncontrollably to the surface. “Then I will tear the memory of your touch out of my own mind. And I’ll rip every memory of myself from you and I will burn them.” This wound would not close, not with Emma willingly stabbing at it still.

“I killed a man to save her.” The words were torn out of her like something she’d been keeping jammed between her ribs. “Do you understand that, Scott? Yeah. I waded into filth and horror and I did it gladly because her life was worth it to me. And here you are, drawing your moral lines and telling me I crossed them.” It was only then that she stepped to him and her eyes burned with grief that was disguising itself as fury.

“And she still died,” she continued. Her voice had bent into something that sounded cruel as the truth cracked through. “So don’t you dare come in here to scold me for this. Not now.” She gave a laugh that was a low and venomous half sob. “I’m the only one of us willing to make these calls. You just want me to be palatable. You would have me keep my hands tied behind my back. Is that who you married? Please.”

It was like watching a star collapse. All light and violence and inevitability and Scott could only watch it happen. Emma was never more beautiful than when she was furious because her fury was the last veil she wore before completely breaking and tonight, in their bedroom he saw it all. The same woman that would lie beside him with confidence and love was shaking under the weight of her own grief. That same grief spilled out in shards too sharp for him to hold and she twisted her words into knives that slipped to the parts of him that were the easiest to wound and God help him that he couldn’t just hold her.

That she wouldn’t just let him hold her.

She was made all of anger and malice, and still all he could see was every tremble in her breath and the way she swallowed back every sob, still, conquering all. Even her own emotions.

“You think me to have all the tools for greatness but you would have never done what I did Scott, and good for you. You wouldn’t. That’s why I did. That’s why I do. The voices of my better angels are always drowned out by my need to win.”

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𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕
𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪

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Now

Krakoa had not been built by Emma Frost's hands; but it was her willingness to believe in it that helped it thrived. Others more important and powerful than her had forged the treaties and coaxed the living earth into form. It was others that had bargained with something more ancient than language but it was Emma who had brought something rarer. The audacity to imagine a future where mutants thrived.

Sitting on the council had provided her with a strange absolution that she couldn't have imagined and she would never admit that out loud, like many things. Each decision and judgement that passed over the island's fate drew her with singular steps further from the woman she had been. Krakoa had demanded she rise above wreckage and find her purpose among the living architecture and careful balance of power.

The blood on her hands had not, and would not vanish. It just dried. Became part of the grain of her resolve and the island did not recoil from it or judge her for it. She spent her mornings walking its bioluminescent paths as if reacquainting herself with a world she'd dreamed of in secret once. She would descend from her balcony each day and make her way through the living wood of the habitat and enjoy the way morning light would spill over the island in soft golds and greens. She would breath in the air that hummed with mutant life. She had no urgency anymore and would let her gaze drift to watch the mutants race along the surf in groups together, and observe those that gathered in communal gardens between lessons. She watched it all. They were not her children, but they were all her children and as they each leaned into the sun, they planned their futures. They finally planned their futures.

Emma Frost smiled.

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I was walking across a bridge the other day and my favourite cap blew off my head and into the river, and the next day I was driving to get my haircut and my exhaust randomly fell off my car if it wasn't so ridiculous I think I'd be more upset!

@Half Pint

Got an actual lol out of me

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Me to myself:



Phoning it in for Fan-service Frost Monday.

I am afterall, just a girl

is this out of character for MM/DD? don't care.

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My Hider

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^{"I will teach you to survive this world, even if it never deserves you."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Emma Frost _________________________________________________________ 35 | Divorced _________________________________________________________ Mutant Quiet Council | American - Krakoa A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S A L L I E S & A N T A G O N I S T S _________________________________________________________ [+] A L L I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Mutant Quiet Council - Members include; Krakoa, Storm, Nightcrawler, Kitty Pryde, Hope Summers, Cypher, Mystique - (4 spots remain for potential PC). Professor X and Magneto as Founding, but shadow members. Scott Summers - Ex-Husband A N T A G O N I S T ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TBC - TBC - P O S T C A T A L O G U E P O S T C A T A L O G U E _________________________________________________________ 1.01 - What Was/What Is 1.02 - Claim/Reclaim 1.03 - Fold, Carl 1.04 - Hopeful Fool 1.05 - Tempranillo 1.06 - The Knife 2.05 - Hellblazer Vol 2 Part 5 (Guest) -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... ___________________________________________________________________________________ You know my story, or at least the parts that people enjoy repeating. Heiress of Frost Industries, young billionaire, former White Queen of the Hellfire Club until Sebastian Shaw learned what it felt like to lose to a woman he underestimated. Sometimes I'm a villain and sometimes I'm a cautionary tale. A Hero though? Never. God that's just embarrassing. But. Protecting mutant children has always been more important to me than preserving my pride, you see. My battle lines crossed those of the X Men and you know what happened with Scott and I. Yes we were married; you saw the photographs on the cover of every magazine. We didn't last. We had four good years. Fighting beside the X Men, X Factor, and every damn lost caused that seemed to be worth bleeding for. I taught my students everything, they taught me how to soften the razor-edge of my ambition. They are the reason I never stayed a villain. Krakoa was born from necessity, not idealism. Charles had the revelation, Erik had the conviction, and Moira had the impossible knowledge. I came with infrastructure, diplomacy, culture... The ability to make the world believe in us and together we shaped a nation for mutants because it's not like anyone else was ever going to. It's been two years now and I still hold my seat on the Quiet Council and this responsibility is the only gown that ever fit me properly. Our island... Our home thrives but danger never sleeps now does it? Somewhere in the dark something is preparing to test us again. I've rebuilt myself more times that I'd ever care to admit, I've worn so many masks that sometimes I wonder where my true face is beneath everything I've done and seen. One thing I do know though is exactly what I am capable of, and that nobody will take this home from us. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) __________________________________________________________________________________ I wanted to take a character who feels probably overlooked in roleplays like this (and why? she's so powerful!!) and give her the story and spotlight she deserves. Plots for Emma will include protecting her mutant students, and the interests of Krakoa and mutants in general. I feel there is opportunity for conflict with Emma as she's always going to put mutants first when faced with difficult choices and that might provide some interesting tension through the game. A powerful, Omega-Level potential Telepath has huge story impact too for collaboration and crossing over into other character stories. I really look forward to bringing her wit, elegance, and power to the roleplay. Having her a really high level provides great opportunity to stand alongside some of the bigger heroes too. While she is not the "leader" of mutants, having her as a council member means she's definitely up there but leaves room for other players to jump in as mutants at any level they so wish - be it small and early on, or mature and leader like. I've also gone with the Krakoan era of X Men/Mutant kind - to play with a setting that is fresh but gives a really solid launching pad for players from this universe that can contend with big settings from other comics etc, sort of like how Thor has Asgard etc. Giving them the living, breathing island which is also an offshoot of The Green. An interconnected ancient avatar with the X Gene that has become this home.

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^{"I hate this awful place and these ugly, repressed people"___}

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Not that my opinion means much as I am effectively on the way out of the RP; but there is such a massive enough roster of characters do we need to be adding more PCs to the list? I would say just continue to write in IC and establish storylines and get those on the page with consistency before the thought becomes adding more and more new things.

EDIT: Also, no sultry Sunday today. I have been wrapped up in another RP and am over the writing today as the next Emma installment will be pretty big, but I'll aim for tomorrow. 6 Emma posts left, 5 Wanda at this stage.