icecoldfrost: (I can see inside your mind)
Emma was in the middle of her kickboxing class when she was just struck with the sense of - for lack of a better term - wrong. She couldn't sense anything with her powers to account for it, it was just... like a voice over an intercom where you couldn't make out the words, or a popular song with two notes out-of-tune. Or a ripple in a lake with no source. Nothing she could articulate, just...wrong. Echos of nails on a chalkboard and why couldn't she place this damned -

- Of course, the middle of kickboxing class was generally not a good place for one get hit by nebulous feelings of doom and dread, and the next thing Emma knew, she was on the floor, her sparring partner shrilly apologizing over and over, and her classmates hovering.

"Please stay down, Frost," the the cute coach was saying, even as things swam in circles around her. "You might have a concussion, and you've got a bloody nose. Can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up?"

"Three, my name is Emma Grace Frost, I am about to turn nineteen years old next month, this is Kickboxing for Beginners, and Ellen there just nailed me on the side of the head," Emma said crossly. "That wasn't the move we were supposed to be practicing."

"But you always seem to know what I'm going to do next!" Ellen wailed, looking distraught. "I didn't think it would hurt to try something new!"

"Ellen, go get Emma some ice," the teacher sighed. "Fine, no concussion. But take it easy the rest of the day, okay? I'd skip any other classes today if I were you, and I'll give you a note in case your other professors raise a fuss."

That was perfectly fine with Emma. She was just going to hole up in her now single-room with an ice pack and a large mug of tea, and try to resist the urge to call Kerrigan or Sookie or Karla like a frightened child. She was Emma Frost, dammit. She wasn't going to go running to other people over a mild spook like this.

....start randomly texting, maybe. But at least it was something to focus on that wasn't homework, and now she could do it without worrying about a roommate catching her.

[OOC: NFB, Open for calls, texts, what-have-you.]
icecoldfrost: (I can see inside your mind)
Emma was in the middle of her kickboxing class when she was just struck with the sense of - for lack of a better term - wrong. She couldn't sense anything with her powers to account for it, it was just... like a voice over an intercom where you couldn't make out the words, or a popular song with two notes out-of-tune. Or a ripple in a lake with no source. Nothing she could articulate, just...wrong. Echos of nails on a chalkboard and why couldn't she place this damned -

- Of course, the middle of kickboxing class was generally not a good place for one get hit by nebulous feelings of doom and dread, and the next thing Emma knew, she was on the floor, her sparring partner shrilly apologizing over and over, and her classmates hovering.

"Please stay down, Frost," the the cute coach was saying, even as things swam in circles around her. "You might have a concussion, and you've got a bloody nose. Can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up?"

"Three, my name is Emma Grace Frost, I am about to turn nineteen years old next month, this is Kickboxing for Beginners, and Ellen there just nailed me on the side of the head," Emma said crossly. "That wasn't the move we were supposed to be practicing."

"But you always seem to know what I'm going to do next!" Ellen wailed, looking distraught. "I didn't think it would hurt to try something new!"

"Ellen, go get Emma some ice," the teacher sighed. "Fine, no concussion. But take it easy the rest of the day, okay? I'd skip any other classes today if I were you, and I'll give you a note in case your other professors raise a fuss."

That was perfectly fine with Emma. She was just going to hole up in her now single-room with an ice pack and a large mug of tea, and try to resist the urge to call Kerrigan or Sookie or Karla like a frightened child. She was Emma Frost, dammit. She wasn't going to go running to other people over a mild spook like this.

....start randomly texting, maybe. But at least it was something to focus on that wasn't homework, and now she could do it without worrying about a roommate catching her.

[OOC: NFB, Open for calls, texts, what-have-you.]
icecoldfrost: (a shadow of something whole)
Emma couldn't face the idea of staying another moment in Massachusetts, and they couldn't get a portal back to the island until morning.

Besides, Rhode Island was probably the last place anyone would think to look for them, and therefore safest. The hotel was also almost completely empty, so the manager was willing to cut them a deal to get two rooms for the night.

Emma just wanted a hot shower and a bed. And for someone to explain to her why she'd waken up on the lawn of the Clinic.


[OOC: Wrap-up and relaxation for the rescue rangers. NFB due to distance.]
icecoldfrost: (a shadow of something whole)
Emma couldn't face the idea of staying another moment in Massachusetts, and they couldn't get a portal back to the island until morning.

Besides, Rhode Island was probably the last place anyone would think to look for them, and therefore safest. The hotel was also almost completely empty, so the manager was willing to cut them a deal to get two rooms for the night.

Emma just wanted a hot shower and a bed. And for someone to explain to her why she'd waken up on the lawn of the Clinic.


[OOC: Wrap-up and relaxation for the rescue rangers. NFB due to distance.]
icecoldfrost: (scared)
Emma's parents had always politely referred to it as 'The Clinic.' The Snow Valley Pavilion for the Mentally Disturbed. )

[OOC: Cut for violence, NPC abuse, disturbing images, etc. Preplayed with my fantastic cast, who helped me bring Emma's original origin from Generation X #24 into Fandom High canon. Oh, and shamelessly rip off a little bit of Endsong for the end. I feel no guilt. NFI, NFB, OOC = OK.]
icecoldfrost: (scared)
Emma's parents had always politely referred to it as 'The Clinic.' The Snow Valley Pavilion for the Mentally Disturbed. )

[OOC: Cut for violence, NPC abuse, disturbing images, etc. Preplayed with my fantastic cast, who helped me bring Emma's original origin from Generation X #24 into Fandom High canon. Oh, and shamelessly rip off a little bit of Endsong for the end. I feel no guilt. NFI, NFB, OOC = OK.]
icecoldfrost: (Impossible Girl)
I'm not late, I deliberately waited so Tracy could have more infopost LOVE, because you know she likes it.

One teacher, two students, and two alumni. And don't listen to anyone that tells you that I have a type. They are lying liars that lie.



The Teacher: Ghanima Atreides, Princess Royal of the House of Atreus.
PB: Jessica Brooks
Children of Dune Miniseries, Post-Canon. Spotlight on Fandom is here.
He stared at Ghanima. Her eyes, they way they danced when she spoke! The movement fascinated him. Those deep blue, steady, demanding, measuring eyes. )


The Telepath: Emma Grace Frost
PB: Jessica Stam
X-Men/Generation X, Pre-Canon.
Please go here to let me know if Ems could read your character
I wasn't trained by the mighty Professor Xavier. I didn't grow up using my powers only for good. I used them for me. They were a way of life. Without them, it's like being in a sensory deprivation tank. I feel deaf, dumb and blind. )


The Reckless Wolf: Makita of Nokgorka
PB: Rachel Leigh Cook
The Red Star, post "Run Makita Run," pre "Nokgorka." Detailed infopost is here.
See that cannon they've mounted to take you out? Keep watching it....Red Fleet grenades. Always liked them! )


The Witch Hunter Alumni: Dōjima Yurika
PB: Gemma Ward
Witch Hunter Robin, Pre-Canon
You can find the detailed write-up here, and the Fandom Spotlight here.
Tell me THIS Dojima! Why is it normally you're barely able to drag yourself to work everyday and yet you manage to pull twelve hour shifts at this place? )


The Alien Princess Alumni: Anemone
PB: Emilie Autumn
Psalm of Planets Eureka SeveN, Post-Canon
You don't know? You're right; you don't know anything. You don't know why it is I fight or what's going to happen to me if I fail. )



The Player (Not Dirty)
You fuckers after after my Lucky Charms. )



Pie?
icecoldfrost: (Impossible Girl)
I'm not late, I deliberately waited so Tracy could have more infopost LOVE, because you know she likes it.

One teacher, two students, and two alumni. And don't listen to anyone that tells you that I have a type. They are lying liars that lie.



The Teacher: Ghanima Atreides, Princess Royal of the House of Atreus.
PB: Jessica Brooks
Children of Dune Miniseries, Post-Canon. Spotlight on Fandom is here.
He stared at Ghanima. Her eyes, they way they danced when she spoke! The movement fascinated him. Those deep blue, steady, demanding, measuring eyes. )


The Telepath: Emma Grace Frost
PB: Jessica Stam
X-Men/Generation X, Pre-Canon.
Please go here to let me know if Ems could read your character
I wasn't trained by the mighty Professor Xavier. I didn't grow up using my powers only for good. I used them for me. They were a way of life. Without them, it's like being in a sensory deprivation tank. I feel deaf, dumb and blind. )


The Reckless Wolf: Makita of Nokgorka
PB: Rachel Leigh Cook
The Red Star, post "Run Makita Run," pre "Nokgorka." Detailed infopost is here.
See that cannon they've mounted to take you out? Keep watching it....Red Fleet grenades. Always liked them! )


The Witch Hunter Alumni: Dōjima Yurika
PB: Gemma Ward
Witch Hunter Robin, Pre-Canon
You can find the detailed write-up here, and the Fandom Spotlight here.
Tell me THIS Dojima! Why is it normally you're barely able to drag yourself to work everyday and yet you manage to pull twelve hour shifts at this place? )


The Alien Princess Alumni: Anemone
PB: Emilie Autumn
Psalm of Planets Eureka SeveN, Post-Canon
You don't know? You're right; you don't know anything. You don't know why it is I fight or what's going to happen to me if I fail. )



The Player (Not Dirty)
You fuckers after after my Lucky Charms. )



Pie?
icecoldfrost: (of illusions and fairy dust)
Emma had not actually slept in two weeks.

Every time she began to get tired or drift off, her body would shift, and she'd find herself wide-awake, shiny, and mildly vexed at the entire situation. She'd change back eventually, but any attempts at napping or sleep were continually thwarted.

Until this afternoon, when her body could not keep up with the demands of Emma's unconscious any longer. Between one page of her latest mystery novel and the next, Emma Frost fell asleep.

And dreamed. Nightmares, pouring in from the minds of the rest of the island; visions of hells she had not visited herself. Demon dogs, some creature with an apron of skin, large mutant terrors roaming the streets. Rivet City, reminding her of what it meant to be homeless and broke and hungry all over again. The building coming down around her and Alex, and this time, Emma didn't change. Finding Alex's broken body and screaming. Watching her classmates and teachers unravel in the bunker, and falling prey to its residents.

She didn't wake screaming; Emma had trained herself too well for that. The only sign of her distress was the way her nails cut into her palms.


[OOC: Door closed, post open, sure.]
icecoldfrost: (of illusions and fairy dust)
Emma had not actually slept in two weeks.

Every time she began to get tired or drift off, her body would shift, and she'd find herself wide-awake, shiny, and mildly vexed at the entire situation. She'd change back eventually, but any attempts at napping or sleep were continually thwarted.

Until this afternoon, when her body could not keep up with the demands of Emma's unconscious any longer. Between one page of her latest mystery novel and the next, Emma Frost fell asleep.

And dreamed. Nightmares, pouring in from the minds of the rest of the island; visions of hells she had not visited herself. Demon dogs, some creature with an apron of skin, large mutant terrors roaming the streets. Rivet City, reminding her of what it meant to be homeless and broke and hungry all over again. The building coming down around her and Alex, and this time, Emma didn't change. Finding Alex's broken body and screaming. Watching her classmates and teachers unravel in the bunker, and falling prey to its residents.

She didn't wake screaming; Emma had trained herself too well for that. The only sign of her distress was the way her nails cut into her palms.


[OOC: Door closed, post open, sure.]
icecoldfrost: (diamond form: waiting)
She was tired, and cranky, and Emma needed to work out the itch under her skin.

Since meditation wasn't doing anything except bore her to tears (like it usually did anyway), she headed down to the salle, grabbing a generic practice foil and running through her stances over and over, letting her tension drain away as she focused on the movement.

It was on the fifteenth repetition of the series that she realized her hair was sticking to her face. When she pulled off her gloves to try and tie it back, it took her a moment to realize that her hands were no longer crystal. Nor were her arms, her face, her hair...and quietly, in the back of her mind, she could hear the steady thrum of the students in the dorms going about their business.

It wasn't permanent. Emma hadn't even realized she was worried, but was so relieved that she turned to run for the door, to find a mirror to confirm for herself that everything was back to normal.

And promptly tripped over her own feet, flesh changing to diamond again before she even hit the ground.

"Dammit." Emma hauled herself to her feet, retrieving her blade and returning to the center of the room. She'd found one trigger, and this time it only took three complete sets before she changed back.

With a grin, she put away her gear and headed out. A shower, first, and then maybe to pester certain people. She'd said this was no big deal.

[OOC: NFI, but totes FB.]
icecoldfrost: (diamond form: waiting)
She was tired, and cranky, and Emma needed to work out the itch under her skin.

Since meditation wasn't doing anything except bore her to tears (like it usually did anyway), she headed down to the salle, grabbing a generic practice foil and running through her stances over and over, letting her tension drain away as she focused on the movement.

It was on the fifteenth repetition of the series that she realized her hair was sticking to her face. When she pulled off her gloves to try and tie it back, it took her a moment to realize that her hands were no longer crystal. Nor were her arms, her face, her hair...and quietly, in the back of her mind, she could hear the steady thrum of the students in the dorms going about their business.

It wasn't permanent. Emma hadn't even realized she was worried, but was so relieved that she turned to run for the door, to find a mirror to confirm for herself that everything was back to normal.

And promptly tripped over her own feet, flesh changing to diamond again before she even hit the ground.

"Dammit." Emma hauled herself to her feet, retrieving her blade and returning to the center of the room. She'd found one trigger, and this time it only took three complete sets before she changed back.

With a grin, she put away her gear and headed out. A shower, first, and then maybe to pester certain people. She'd said this was no big deal.

[OOC: NFI, but totes FB.]
icecoldfrost: (diamond form)
Let it never be said that Emma Frost did not learn from her mistakes.

After the last fuss Jack had raised, since he'd heard about her body-swapping adventures from Karla rather than hearing from Emma herself, she decided to head this particular bout of flailing off before it could even start.

Which was why she was sitting on her bed, very carefully pressing the buttons on her phone as she sent a picture-text to a boy half a world and a dimension away.
Look, darling, new trick!


Yes, she was counting down how long it would take him to call back. Emma was bored.


[Open door, open post, SP warning.]
icecoldfrost: (diamond form)
Let it never be said that Emma Frost did not learn from her mistakes.

After the last fuss Jack had raised, since he'd heard about her body-swapping adventures from Karla rather than hearing from Emma herself, she decided to head this particular bout of flailing off before it could even start.

Which was why she was sitting on her bed, very carefully pressing the buttons on her phone as she sent a picture-text to a boy half a world and a dimension away.
Look, darling, new trick!


Yes, she was counting down how long it would take him to call back. Emma was bored.


[Open door, open post, SP warning.]
icecoldfrost: (right here // right now)
Making more work for Tracy? You know it, darlings. I don't believe in bandwagons, I like throwing my own party.

Behold, the infopost! Meet the Pre-Born, the Telepath, the Chosen One, a Witch Hunter, and an Alien Princess. I don't have a type! Really!


The Teacher: Ghanima Atreides
Children of Dune Miniseries, Post-Canon. Spotlight on Fandom is here.

There is another difference between us. You were never Fremen. I am nothing else. )


The Telepath: Emma Grace Frost
X-Men/Generation X, Pre-Canon.
Please go here to let me know if Ems could read your character

'Emma doesn't see things so black and white, and she'd just call herself Auntie Emma and tell you to get out of her way.' )


The Reckless Wolf: Makita of Nokgorka
The Red Star, post "Run Makita Run," pre "Nokgorka." Detailed infopost is here.

She knew, those soldier's eyes of hers. After all we'd been through. Every throat she'd had to cut, every shot she'd had to make; just the beginning. She knew our greatest battle was still ahead of us, and she was going to make damned sure she was ready. )


The Witch Hunter Alumni: Dōjima Yurika
Witch Hunter Robin, Pre-Canon
You can find the detailed write-up here, and the Fandom Spotlight here.

That's what Miss Dōjima said anyway, but I don't really trust her. I mean, come on, do you really expect me to believe a word that woman says? )

The Alien Princess Alumni: Anemone
Psalm of Planets Eureka SeveN, Post-Canon

Do know the meaning behind the anemone flower? )


The Girl )
icecoldfrost: (right here // right now)
Making more work for Tracy? You know it, darlings. I don't believe in bandwagons, I like throwing my own party.

Behold, the infopost! Meet the Pre-Born, the Telepath, the Chosen One, a Witch Hunter, and an Alien Princess. I don't have a type! Really!


The Teacher: Ghanima Atreides
Children of Dune Miniseries, Post-Canon. Spotlight on Fandom is here.

There is another difference between us. You were never Fremen. I am nothing else. )


The Telepath: Emma Grace Frost
X-Men/Generation X, Pre-Canon.
Please go here to let me know if Ems could read your character

'Emma doesn't see things so black and white, and she'd just call herself Auntie Emma and tell you to get out of her way.' )


The Reckless Wolf: Makita of Nokgorka
The Red Star, post "Run Makita Run," pre "Nokgorka." Detailed infopost is here.

She knew, those soldier's eyes of hers. After all we'd been through. Every throat she'd had to cut, every shot she'd had to make; just the beginning. She knew our greatest battle was still ahead of us, and she was going to make damned sure she was ready. )


The Witch Hunter Alumni: Dōjima Yurika
Witch Hunter Robin, Pre-Canon
You can find the detailed write-up here, and the Fandom Spotlight here.

That's what Miss Dōjima said anyway, but I don't really trust her. I mean, come on, do you really expect me to believe a word that woman says? )

The Alien Princess Alumni: Anemone
Psalm of Planets Eureka SeveN, Post-Canon

Do know the meaning behind the anemone flower? )


The Girl )
icecoldfrost: (just let go / beauty in the breakdown)
Emma had skipped class yesterday, preferring instead to cocoon herself in a pile of blankets and try to sleep-off her powers hangover. She didn't need to give herself a worse migraine by listening to Professor Dèmon prattle on, no matter how entertaining and well-intentioned he was.

She was feeling a bit better today, however, and was bored with sleeping. She'd ventured out of her room long enough for a shower and to steal a movie from the common room, and was now curled up on her bed again, happily humming along.

Hopefully her furred roommate wouldn't mind her choice of entertainment.

[Door and post are open! ETA: Now on SP as I go to the internet-less job.]
icecoldfrost: (just let go / beauty in the breakdown)
Emma had skipped class yesterday, preferring instead to cocoon herself in a pile of blankets and try to sleep-off her powers hangover. She didn't need to give herself a worse migraine by listening to Professor Dèmon prattle on, no matter how entertaining and well-intentioned he was.

She was feeling a bit better today, however, and was bored with sleeping. She'd ventured out of her room long enough for a shower and to steal a movie from the common room, and was now curled up on her bed again, happily humming along.

Hopefully her furred roommate wouldn't mind her choice of entertainment.

[Door and post are open! ETA: Now on SP as I go to the internet-less job.]

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