DIAMOND STORM

Hellfire's own Class 10 Telepath. Frost International CEO. One hair is worth more than your life's saving. WarDiamond. Seeking to change the entire battlefield for the benefit of mutants. BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU CLOSED RP ACCOUNT

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shadowskitty:

Kitty swallowed thickly. It was no secret that Emma Frost intimidated her. Hell, she scared her a little bit. It was a bit ridiculous but there was something in her that felt cold and unreadable. It made her feel off balance and unsure of where she stood with the woman. “It’s no real issue,” she said quietly. She didn’t like feeling afraid or intimidated. She hated it actually. And after the last attack she’d realized something. She didn’t want to be weak anymore. She wanted to be able to hold up her head and face down anything.

“I was wondering if you’ve reached your TA limit.” She had to force herself not to look at the ground and instead keep eye contact with the woman. “Or if you’d consider me for a spot.”

“Excellent.” Emma retorted through the brief issue of silence. She let her eyes drift from the young lady down to the neat stack of essays on her desk. They were more like nine page papers. She immediately flipped them to the back side so that the contents of the text weren’t visible. Last thing she needed was to interrogate the girl on why so many of the submitted text sounded synonymous. Her fingers pressed together with her palms collapsing. Slowly, she rocked them so they would rest on her shoulder, brushing her hair all toward the back. “Take a seat. You may need the stability.” 

While Emma wasn’t the most agreeable personality and often didn’t mix well with general populations, she was respected for her hard work. Her determination. She could read a person even without tapping into their mind. The fact she stood out. And in a world that was still being controlled by sexism, they understood what it was like to be under the Frost thumb. “I have not.” She answered the girl. “But, my list of requirements are relatively easy.” She crossed her legs at the ankle. “I require my assistant to be able to hold his or her own ground. You will, as my second, be faced with many complaint. You will be the first line of frustration. While aggression isn’t my recommendation, I require substantial confidence.” 

Emma stood, drawing herself to her bookcase. “Are you inquiring or simply curious? I also require the highest ranking GPA. Don’t allow your tongue to be held, Miss Pryde.” 

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ladymastermind:

If students thought that they were the ones who hated Mondays the most, they were undeniably wrong. After nine hours of sitting in her office and listening to student after student rant about their mundane problems that were ‘ the end of the w o r l d ’, she wanted nothing more than to give an honest answer for once. The school administration had kept a more careful eye on her since the counseling session that had involved her ‘encouraging’ a student to put that hair removal formula in another student’s shampoo. The boy had been caught cheating on the other, after all !  Besides, it sounded too much like something her trashy sister would have done during their time at school for her to not help retaliate. 

Still, one reprimand wasn’t enough to kick the guidance counselor from her position, especially not considering her father’s involvement in the administration. And she did work occasionally, which was why Regan found herself in Emma Frost’s office, taking a seat across from the Ice Queen herself. “ How are you, dear ? ” Regan questioned, not truly caring what the answer was.  “ I’m just checking in, is all. I’ve had a few students mention they’re having trouble passing your class. As I’m sure you know, that would look bad on both of us if we managed to let any of our precious kids fail. ”

Emma wasn’t certain why Regan paid her a visit on this particular day but she welcomed the distraction. As they’d have it, Jason and Emma had their history which was why she resided here. With that stated, Emma didn’t necessarily like nor enjoy the presence of Mastermind. For the sake of the Hellfire’s ranks, she had to put up with him and his outlandish behavior. For a moment, she let her mind dwell in the frigid depths of her consciousness that very few were capable of breaking. She secured a file from the pool of text that resided in the desk drawer at her right. Proof was often far more sufficient than her word. Her initial desire for the distraction had withered. 

“I am considerably well. In fact, even better now,” Emma retorted. So experienced with juggling more than her own ego and the confidence of others, Emma could effortlessly flow throughout their encounter without even bracing the woman under her gaze. She slowly slid it from it’s sequential order and opened it with the respects of her counterpart, which resided on the opposite side of her desk. “Take a gander.” Emma had several key points highlighted over the weekend. “I understand you don’t really care my position on many things, darling. I don’t have to trace over your thoughts with a fine tooth comb to see that. Your body language does more than enough for me.” 

Emma placed the file upon the edge of the desk. If Regan so chose, she could take it. If not, Frost really wasn’t worried about it. Wasn’t her concern. “My class is neither an introduction nor an exploration. I have clearly been approved for my standards and guidelines. My methods have been proven to work. It isn’t my responsibility to care whether or not I look good but that I produce intellectual and efficient mutants.” She closed the file showing her test scores improved from month to month. “A very slow process, I assure you. If they fail, they are required to meet with approved staff for assistance when I am not available. I am never to deny my fault but I will not be questioned.” Emma offered Regan a smile. Genuine or not, that wasn’t her concern. 

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littlelehnsherr:

Max nods, seeing no reason not to agree to answer her questions. She was an adult, she was his teacher. And she could read minds anyway, or so he’d been told. You can’t lie to a mind-reader. They’d know. “What’s a conglomomate?” he asks.

“I get distracted a lot,” he tells her. “If I don’t ask I’ll forget to.” Unless he got hyperfocused, then he’d not think of anything else until it was answered. Max was still only just realising that not everyone was like that. Other people could think of multiple things and keep on task like he couldn’t. “What’s he like? Really?” he asks. Questions about his appearance were not what he was expecting and it throws him. “Because I fell over,” he replies. “And I get into ‘mischief’.” All his ideas seemed to be classified by adults as ‘mischief’.

“A con-glo-mer-ate is a group of parts that constitute or make up a whole. Like fractions, dear,” Emma let her eyes drift as she’d clarify. Perhaps that is why she was over a particular age range when it came to instruction. She narrowing her eyes she studied the boy, yet again. With a intricate specificity, the woman needed a proper direction to address his question. Her fingers gripped the edge of her desk as she’d sit up, keeping her spine long and her head held in high regards for her dignity and pride. 

Emma forgot that the context of this interaction should be kept at the degree of a child’s understanding. But, she often debated that the mind does not prosper when one isn’t challenged intellectually or presented opportunities for psychoanalytic and neurological development. She’d carry on, even in the constant adverse reaction. “Your father is a very passionate man. He stands his ground on the very principles of his logic. He seeks to provide a better world for generations of mutants to come and will not stop until he presents it to the world.” She planted her spiked heel before standing to gain her ground. 

“Come now, Max. I believe it is best if we get you cleaned up. You must be presentable.” 

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While this storm of feeling and emotion you have are prosperous for maturity and development, don't let them hinder performance. Do not let them hinder you. You are a FROST, girl, your shine is worth all the merrier. Your futile ambitions are second to your womanhood. Now, be a good girl and get Daddy a scotch.

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iamxlegion:

David isn’t sure how he had found himself in the Hellfire campus, yet here he is and he only hopes that while get from point A to point B he didn’t leave any damage in his wake. He looks down at the plaque that reads the school’s name, and it’s then that he hears the sound of his stomach growling. He hasn’t eating real food in days, his rooms stocked up with chips, Twizzlers, and bottles of water. He knows he should eat real food, but he’s avoiding the dining hall at the moment and not even Sydney could probably drag him there.

David’s walking the halls, hoping he’s heading the right direction to leave when he notices an room with it’s lights on out of the corner of his eye. He turns to look in, contemplating asking the person inside how to get out but decides against it. He’s just about to continue walking when he hears a voice coming from beside him. At first he thinks it’s inside his head, but curiosity gets the best of him and he’s walks towards the door. He hesitates for a moment, knowing that sometimes the things that are behind closed doors should remain that way but he needs to know if he’s hallucinating or if someone really had just spoken to him. Finally he pushes the door open and a quiet sigh passes his lips as he sees someone sitting behind a desk.

“Uh no. I don’t go here. Well not this part of the school anyways,” David replies, still standing. He shifts awkwardly where he was standing. “Um. Can you tell me how to get out of this building? I got lost and can’t remember where the exit is,” he tells her. He lifts his hand to scratch at the back of his head as he tries to ignore the pain in his stomach. “Also, do you know if we’re allowed to get delivery here?”

“So, this is an accidental and unconscious act to just...Oh, I don’t know...meander properties without incident or intent?” Emma sat up, drawing her entire body forward in her chair. She studied him a moment and not once did she flinch. “I have come to question many of the population’s motives but that is one that I’d like to think would have some consequence of the mind, Mister Haller.” Emma let her eyes withdraw, releasing the obvious push of dominance and tension as she laid claim to this room as her own. Her tongue collapsed against the lower pull of her jaw as she soothed the swift and lethal possession of her quick wit. 

“I am no mental figment.” She confirmed. With so many circumstances and situations happening, it was the last thing she needed on her extensive lists of things to never really consider or give care. She didn’t need incident so she let him reside in the hall a moment before she stood. Her white blouse was soothed by lithe fingers, securing the band of her skirt. The split rose dangerously toward her hip with weaved ends of fabric to shield any unsightly perspectives. “I will walk you out. I do need to get out. These buildings are quite stuffy, even with the small adjustment’s I’ve made.” She sealed her portfolio and tucked it beneath her arm. As she shot him a careful gaze, she pointed in the opposite direction with her entire hand. “This way, Mister Haller.” She took the initial steps which lead to a back stairwell. 

“This academy is quite the labyrinth if you haven’t circulated it’s massive achieve we call hallways and classrooms.” Sapphire eyes remained forward. “So. As best as you can describe and in your own perspective, would you consider yourself well? Should I escort you to your medical staff?” Concern was probably far to considerate and descriptive of an emotion she didn’t afford to feel. She was more attune and reactive to the observation she was given. 

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                         No need to feel a p o l o g e t i c. 

                                               Everyone else is staring, too.

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littlelehnsherr:

Max stood at the door. In sharp contrast to the pristine and immaculate condition of the room, the lavish and meticulously crafted office Emma Frost resided in, Max had on a pair of jeans with dirty knees, trainers, and his hair wild as ever. No one really could tame his curls, though the lady at the orphanage had tried. He looked like a normal eight year old kid, but it stood out here.

He walked in when he was bid, sitting across from Miss Frost. When she asked what this was about, he cut straight to the chase. “You know my dad, right? Magneto? They said you know my dad. Can you tell me about him?”

There was something provoking about a child. Often younger than puberty would have to be the threshold of tolerance. Yet, in her stead, she watched the boy enter and sit. Should she honestly ignore the stains or the fact that his physical appearance could be an indication that he could’ve been out to play. So many questions. “I have a conglomerate of questions. If I answer yours freely, you will answer mine. Correct?” She would stand. Sitting across from him was difficult on a logical standpoint. Emma could’ve treated him like a very distant perspective. The most she’d give him was a weak smile. Her emotions were tamed. 

“We cut no corners, Mister Lehnsherr? Direct to the cause and the root?” Emma walked over to the door and closed them inside. As she did so, she raised several telepathic fields to bind anyone from eavesdropping. “Where would you like to start? The depictions of a conflicted man in news media or the man that I’ve come to understand? Either way, both are sides to the same coin.” She rested on the edge of her desk. Her hands tucked to her side to support her perch. Immediately, she roamed the boy’s appearance and a lone brow elevated. It certainly was a distraction so she freely fired off her first question. “Why are you dirty?” 

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“Do care to come in.” Miss Frost to many or simply Emma, the War Diamond nested at the edge of her seat. The spiked heel kept her poise and her posture was daringly perfect. With the number of enrolled mutants climbing, there was no need to feel the lackluster emote of doubt. That was what Xavier’s administration was for. Her pristine features were emphasized. There wasn’t one flaw. And everyone knew it. Her ego was intact and her pride was definitely inflated. Two sidearms she never left without. But that was just two in an arsenal of many. Keynote speeches. Highlighted notes. Typed summaries. All these bullet-points were a list of details that were scattered around her neat desk. And each were aligned by length and order of importance. 

As the door opened, it was like entering another dimension. It was so vastly different from the clean hall that it made everything outside look so, well, she didn’t have a politically correct way of voicing her opinion so she’d simply call it industrial. Her hands secured the spine of her portfolio and closed it, slowly. The pages inside contained each file of her student population. Even a fool would know it was confidential information that most agencies were put at risk for. So, it was only very basic information. Everything that needed to be stored was held in her infinite spectrum of memory. She placed it down as the very depth of her being sought the individual. Her gaze was stiff. Unwavering. If this was time for foolishness, even the most challenging knew not to press her buttons. “Please. Have a seat,” Her voice was melodic. Soft even. She, for the moment, welcomed the company. She had time to donate. “Are these pressing matters or is it something we can skip the fine details?” 

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