#white-kingg

[plasmahulahooper]

white-kingg started following you

"Something I can help you with?" He frowns slightly at the man,thinking there's something oddly familiar about him.

[prettylittledeadspider-blog]

Frozen Hearts → white-kingg

Suspicious was an understatement, that was for sure. Natasha scrolled through the files on her phone, her frown deepening with every page – this was the work of a mutant, one who was a gifted telepath. It was slight, but the tells were there – people remembering just too clearly what happened, able to give details on the suspect. No, these people had their minds altered. This level of power meant a very strong mutant, and SHIELD kept tabs on all of them – Jean Grey, perhaps, Professor X, or Emmett Frost. Those names were the only ones that really stuck out to her as potential suspects, and given the history of the X-Men and SHIELD was was inclined to believe the first two were innocent. 

Emmett, though. His past was a little more sordid. These crimes seemed right up his alley – thefts, mostly. Not jewels or money, but information on businesses and corporations, secrets that could collapse an empire over night. SHIELD was interested because it was a mutant, and they wanted Stark Industries to remain untouched – so they gave it to her. 

Emmett Frost, alias White King. Worked with the Brotherhood, turned a new leaf and began working with the X-Men. Telepathy, specifically altering the mind and brainwashing, among other things. She tucked her phone into her pocket, a minx like smile coiling her lips. Well, this was going to be fun. 

It was set up to make their meeting look like a happenstance, and well – Natasha worked well with fateful encounters. It was a gala, an impressive Stark affair with fountains of champagne and elegance dripping off every surface. Her hair, it's natural red, hung in thick curls and a necklace of diamonds hung around her neck. Her dress was black, simple and beautiful, clinging to her curves in the most tastefully sinful of ways. Her jade eyes scanned the crowd until she picked him out – who could resist an invitation from Stark himself? It was so very Gatsbian – and made her way towards him. She was good with mind readers because she thought in Russian, varying dialects, very rapidly that could make even a reader fluent in Russian have trouble keeping up. 

As she moved past him, her shoulder brushed against his, and she turned her head. Immediately, she lowered her eyes, a coy smile coming her her lips. “Excuse me,” she said demurely, apologetically. She went to move still, but something lit her expression – recognition. “I'm sorry, but you seem very familiar. Have we met?” 

[evanspykedaniels]

powerfulprincessmolly

theonlyuniversalconstant

white-kingg

chillybobby

"Well hel-lo. The name's Spyke, just another member of the X-Men." Evan smirked slightly. "How can I help you?"

[lostandsouless]

+6

Lucan stood in in front of his locker, gathering up a few remaining things. The hallway was empty except for a student or two, but he could feel someone hovering nearby. He ignored them in hopes that they would eventually wander off. When they made no attempt to move, he stopped what he was doing and sighed. "What?" He asked impatiently as he finally turned to face the stranger.