The Visit of the Queen

June 30, 2017:

Accepting an invitation, Emma Frost visits Xavier's mansion, meeting Nate and Scott

Xavier's Mansion library and other places

Characters

NPCs: None.

Mentions: Charles Xavier

Plot:

Mood Music: None.


Fade In…

Summer break is ongoing, so for once the School for Higher Learning is relatively quiet. Many students are spending time with their parents, as contrarily to common belief not all mutant kids are orphans or have been kicked out of their homes (only about half!) while many others are taking advantage of the school sponsors generosity to visit interesting places like Muir Island.

Maybe it is because it makes sense for the X-Men to evacuate the grounds as a precaution. Or maybe all summers are like this.

Nate is not sure. Things have changed with the Omega Shift. So much he has actually been studying the mission records and now the archives of the X-Men former members and enemies. His scowl is due to now knowing how bad the Wyngarde family members have been for his team. What could have driven Jason to do that… oh yeah, it is probably Magneto's fault.

The School is quiet, but the Mansion and Bunker are busy due to Genosha. Which is why Nate is outside, reading on a tablet while sitting at the shade of an ancient tree, keeping an eye on the school gates while he reads.

Scowl vanishes when he sees who is coming. Hmm, this might be an interesting morning, after all.

*

The wheels of the black sedan with its smoke-tinted rear windows grinds along the drive a short time later.

The car's two occupants, the human driver with his unaware and pathetically open mind and his passenger. A passenger who, even before she's within range, has already sealed her brain's musings away like Fort Knox. Because this is Xavier's. Where weak and unremarkable telepaths are a particularly rare breed.

As she feels the familiar scorching bright of Nate Grey, burning away as he is wont to do in the psychic air, her cherry-red stained lips turn upwards into a small and uneven smile.

Some minutes later, the woman in her immaculately white stiletto ankle boots, slacks, and cropped white shirt is slipping out of the car at an appropriate point of deposit after reaching up to double-check the flawlessness of her high ponytail.

*

It is true Xavier's sometimes feels like the telepathic center of the world. And yet here it is not mental barriers and training what keeps telepaths out of non-psi heads, but Xavier's strict ethic code. And because it is the old man's house, Nate respects the rules in a way he doesn't anywhere else. He didn't even peer the driver's mind. But he recognized Emma's power, as if the black sedan was not clue enough.

He sends a psychic greeting, but it might have gotten lost along the way into that sealed mind. So he is waiting for the blonde queen at the driveway by the main door of the mansion. He even opens the vehicles' door if the chauffeur didn't. "Miss Frost," he greets, tilting his head. "Good to see you here… for the first time, if not 'again'."

*

Ethics? Codes of honor? Ill-fitted and constricting off-the-rack garments lacking a tailor's needed hand.

Emma Frost? Trust issues? Say it ain't so!

"Why, thank you," the blonde allows as she catches Nate's gaze when he opens the door, a low chuckle bubbling out of her throat as she unfolds onto the sidewalk. Talk of things she doesn't remember, save through another's experiences, causes a faint but fleeting tightness in her demeanor. She imposes her will over herself swiftly, and airily drapes a long-fingered hand over her clavicle. "I wasn't expecting curbside service. How are you?"

*

Nate shrugs, a faint smirk in his lips. "I was around," do not expect curbside service from him often. "I am fine. Been spending most of my time here instead my usual haunts at Mutant Town." Because the X-Men are busy with the preparations of war. But does Emma know that? The young man is wearing his usual blued-brown semi-uniform, but his long auburn mane is gone, replaced by a Spartan buzzcut. There are also some fading burns in his face.

He invites her inside, the doors opening silently at his telekinetic command. "I suppose you came to see someone else. I'm afraid you will have to wait, most everyone is busy and not here at the mansion right now. Although they should be back soon." In fact many of the X-Men spend more time in the bunker than at the mansion lately.

*

Emma's blonde head tilts to one side, nearly far enough to touch her shoulder, as her features twist into an arrangement of deeper amusement. "Haven't left yet for their overseas vacation?" she asks, crystalline eyes twinkling. "Well, so glad to hear it. I just wanted to check in about the travel arrangements, but I should have called first. /Naughty me,/" she chides herself, nose crinkling. "Not calling in advance. You'd think I'd know better."

Once the car door is closed and the expansive home's doors open with the wordless bid from someone far more comfortable here than herself, the woman in white makes her way smoothly up the front steps towards the cooler interior. "And, while I appreciate the hospitality, if now is a bad time, I can always come back. With a proper appointment."

*

"Ah, so you know about the incoming overseas vacations," replies Nate, giving the blonde a considering glance. "That makes any time a bad time until we get back. But Scott should make time for you, regardless. So come in, please. And no… I think everyone is still in America. Or almost everyone."

Some X-men are conspicuously absent. So maybe they were sent in advance. He wouldn't be too surprised. Xavier is also 'busy somewhere else'. "Are you going to help?" He asks, looking curious and maybe hopeful.

*

"I've offered to, yes," comes Emma's reply, as easy as her precisely measured stride, as though it should have gone without saying. And then, there's a look of concern that she swiftly shoots Grey's way. "Well, the latter half of it, anyway. I can find slave games enough at home without needing to go abroad for them." As she enters into the mansion, her eyes leave the face of her escort and move instead to her surroundings in order to drink them in and fully appreciate them, like a fine wine. Or at least a decently satisfying one. "And you?"

*

“All the way, that place needs to be erased of the map,” the young man runs a hand over his very short hair. “I had a skirmish with their Sentinels already. One with a flamethrower.” But he is here; you should see what remains of the Sentinel.

“Good to know you are involved,” admits Nate, leading Emma to the mansion library. Pretty nice, stylish room and no one else is there right now. “Scott makes good plans. In fact I am pretty sure he is going in with 10 different plans, but I like the idea you are around if things go completely pearl-shaped.” He does -not- make good plans.

*

The near-solitude of it suits Frost, who continues to peruse her environment. She plants a hand on her hip, even as the other goes to playfully frame her face. "Why, thank you," she purrs. "I'm not accustomed to being anyone's back-up plan, so I'm glad I'm doing the part justice." Once her playful posing is done, she drops both arms to a more comfortable place at her side and goes to find a table nearby where she can lean and stretch her hands back.

Considering Nate anew in light of his confession regarding the giant robot, her eyes narrow a little contemplatively. "Does he? Make good plans, I mean. This is, after all my first perusal of a Summers Scheme."

*

Nate nods. "Due to the reality shift I went into a reading spree. I have to admit I was…" reluctantly "… rather impressed." Learned a thing or two. Not admitting it!

"Ah, and I think he is back to the mansion. I guess he will meet us soon." He is still standing, but that is because he is trying to remember where Xavier keeps the good stuff, like the cognac and those fancy drinks someone like Emma would probably prefer.

*

Most preparations on pause as Shadowcat and Cypher finish their work on the CJID Scott has found himself with more free time than he preferred, doing his best not to put a lean on his team but the return to the mansion and the slow roll to a stop of his car has him flicking keys, the 63' Corvette Stingray lights on and off behind that guest car that is parked. Some recognition there, Emma Frost's ride? Maybe.
None the less it is some outsider.

"I'm here now." A 'loud' thought meant for telepaths. Scott is not one himself but he knows how to talk 'at' their usual ranges. It's an earned and experienced trait.

*

"Ahhhh," Emma sighs with a certain mischief, as that strong thought pricks in just the right tone, "There he is. You just had to praise him, Mister Grey, and he appears!" Ankles cross themselves as she leans more heavily upon the table that has proven thus far to be more than up to the task of supporting her weight. "I've quite mastered the opposite, but I will have to consider learning your trick."

"But, anyway," she continues, "it's good to hear you say so. I don't like plans doomed for failure before they've begun. Too predictable."

*

Nate rolls his eyes. Not as Scott arrival, but mostly at Emma calling him 'Mr. Grey'. He almost smirks, until Emma mentions 'doomed to failure'. "Don't think so, no," but that hit a nerve for some reason. He glances back at the door, until Scott appears.

"Scott, looks like Ms. Frost came for a visit. I am not very good at being the welcome committee, so… good you are here." It could have been worse, much worse. It could have been Illyana. Or Remy!

*

Scott is dressed like he just got off work, he didn't, the slacks and button up shirt plus tie were part of something else entirely. His glasses lighter framed than usual yet still with the red.
"Miss Frost. Unexpected yet entirely a pleasure… as usual." The man says extending a hand to the woman for a brief shake, "Thanks, Nate."

"So, whats the damage?" A joke. He doesn't smile but he is joking none the less. Smoky cloud brain fingers of even the lightest touch can tell as much.

*

"So kind, Mister Summers," Emma offers back by way of her own greeting, lifting up off the table's edge so that she can offer up her more slender hand for the compulsory physical echo of the thought. Scott Summers may not smile, but Emma most certainly does. And then her eyebrows lift. "Is now a bad time? I can always come back later." So accommodating.

*

Nate hmms, arching an eyebrow. If Emma comes later she might find an empty estate. “I think you are either right on time or three years late. Scott, where does Xavier stash the good stuff? Pretty sure it was somewhere in the library.” Probably he is joking, but he has the impression they should be offering her tea or something stronger. Maybe tea, it is still early, right? He has not slept in three days, as usual.

*

"No. Not at all." Scott replies immediately to Emma's question. Maybe faster than intended but thats not important enough for him to linger on or question. "The good stuff? His chambers. We do have a rec area for the Faculty and guests though." 21 and older of course.

"We can go speak there if you'd like some form of alcohol. The library isn't really… " He trails off, then looks from Nate to Emma. "You two know each other already?" Scott largely feels like hes interrupted a good conversation and it's now trying to find a new course. Everyone is at some point familiar with that third wheel feel.

*

"Ah, we've met," Emma says of Nate Grey, although she chooses the words a little more carefully and the glance she gives the younger man perhaps betrays that it's not a deep familiarity there. "Anyway, I'm hardly about to turn down anything with a decent proof and bouquet. So long as I'm not drinking alone…?" Not that she really cares in the least about drinking alone, in all actuality, but it's the proper thing to do to pretend as though she does. Appearances, you know. "You lead," she encourages with a sweep of her manicured hand. "I'll follow."

*

"I know-knew her, not now…" replies Nate, sighing. "But working on it, I guess." As for Scott's offer to leave, he chuckles. Definitely Emma didn't come to see him, "no, you stay and give Ms. Frost the tour. I can help, I guess, but it is your job," beat, "boss. We can finish in that rec area," because a drink sounds like a good idea. Morning or not.

*

Scott looks between them both again, "Right." A motion behind him and the doors will be exited through to walk down the red carpet laden halls past the study, through faculty only hall and the 'teacher's lounge/recreations room'. It's a good excuse for a bar.

"Nate, ease up." He advises while they enter the room's proper, he didn't give much of a tour from point A to B. The question about drinking alone answered when he pulls out three glasses sets them down on a table between davenport and small cozy chair.
A bottle of Yamazaki limited being emptied in to each.

"Not usually my tastes but today has already started out ugly. May as well… "

*

'Know-knew.' That sounds weird, it still feels wrong, and it sees Emma's jaw subtly clench beneath her otherwise unperturbed smile as she hums softly in agreement with Nate's statement.
Then they're off! With the same attention to detail she exhibited walking in the front door, Emma Frost continues to observe the space around her as though something might lean out of the wall and bite her. She follows in silence, arms crossing defensively when she's not actively willing them elsewhere.

But then there they are, where it's appropriate to drink and the bottle earns the pair a smile. Or it would, anyway, if there wasn't something else. "Anything I can help with?" she asks of Summers, an eyebrow pricking upwards.

*

Nate is not trying to be annoying, but he is in that phase of his unstable sleep cycle where the headaches and the gallons coffee are starting to push him into the twilight zone. Sleep is the enemy, and now more than ever. Yet, barring extreme measure he will crash before midnight for sure.

He follows in silence, barely listening to Scott's words until he mentions the day started up poorly. Did he miss anything? Surely Emma's presence is not bad news. Frowning, he reaches for his glass and looks at Emma as she voices the same question he had in mind.

*

A low chuckle escapes Scott, "Unlikely anything I could ask you for, Emma." Scott says, "Miss Frost." He corrects. A light wry smile offered up to the woman.

The drink are poured and Scott looks the bottle over, "Should taste all right. The Professor usually has good taste in such things." Scott lowers himself with an 'unf' in to the davenport. "Thank you, for the offer though." He manages after he is comfortable.

"I wasn't expecting to see you anytime soon after the meeting with Agent Coulson."

*

The use of her first name earns a pale smile for the bespectacled one, and the correction polishes it a degree brighter. "I wouldn't say that today particularly warrants the use of the word 'soon', so… congratulations on a winning guess." The glass poured, and she will be the swiftest to pick it up once she's seated on the opposite end of that sofa. She then raises her glass for others to toast as they will. Hers is silent. "It could have gone better, to be certain," Emma confesses, readily, "But I did say I'd help. I never said I'd changed my mind. I apologize if I'd made you feel I had. If you've made other arrangements, I understand."

*

"Who is Coulson?" Asks Nate. But then he remembers. "Darcy's boss, right." So that means SHIELD. Or judging for what he is hearing, it means no SHIELD. He sips his drink tentatively. No helicarriers bombing the hell out of Hammer Bay. Too bad.

At least the drink tastes alright. But he remains standing. Or rather, pacing. "What about your own plans, Frost." He grins to the blonde woman, "I bet you have at least as many as Scott."

*

"No. I left it in the air. Either you would be showing up immediately or much later to not at all." A shrug of his broad shoulders and Scott reclines back, the glass held in one hand is rolled about then drank at. "I'm not too worried about how it went, the best interest of the UN is to be there. SHIELD is likely to show I just wanted to make sure they were on our side. Thats the gamble now."

A light nod to Nate, "Yes, Agent Lewis' superior officer." He confirms.

"No, no other arrangements. Your assistance is still required. I've only pressed where I need to so far."

*

"My own plans don't really matter terribly much until Mister Summers' run out," Emma says dismissively, her empty hand rolling in the air emphatically. "And to that point," she says after a long and appreciative sip of the liquor in her hand once it's warmed a little, "I can try talking to Agent Coulson again," she offers after taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly. "If there's time. Is there?"

*

Nate gives Emma's an amused glance when she mentions how her plans do not matter much. But when she asks her own question, well that one is for Scott, definitely. They have been training hard and his usual impatience has been ameliorated by seeing almost everyone united for this mission. Another long sip. "I think… maybe talk to him even if there is no time," he comments.

*

"See now I am getting curious as well. I never did fully inquire about your direction and anticipated gain. I mean, you know what we're after but we really never got to the grit for you."
Scott's red lensed gaze maintains on Emma, "I can't really say but I don't see much of a point to it." He asserts over Nate's comment. A slight frown appearing, "We're going to proceed. Nothing has changed on that front."

*

"As you like, then," Emma says easily enough to Scott, eyes closing for a moment as she puts up a hand to indicate her surrender on the point. She pointedly does not look towards Nate, who would back her last-ditch play to get SHIELD more fully involved. Leaning back a little more into the corner she's claimed as her own, the woman crosses her long legs and lets her arm come back down to drape along the line of her seat beside her.

"Well, I've told the office I'll be out of pocket for a week or so, so I've no problems on that front. Just have a few last minute things I'm wrapping up." Because that's clearly what Scott Summers is caring about. Her appearances at board meetings. "Have sunscreen and righteous indignation, will travel." Another looooong sip from her glass follows.

*

Nate smirks at that, raising his glass to Emma and finishing his own drink. "It is a green and pleasant land. It will burn well in summer. War is…" he grimaces, slamming the glass on a table. It cracks, but he doesn't allow it to shatter, instead he gives the cracked glass and angry glance and forces it to meld and shape back into transparent perfection, his left eye glowing angrily. "Too much coffee," he sort of explains.

*

"Well thats not much of an answer at all." Scott teases but relents on that path. The glass in his hand still largely full hes not heavy on drinking too much, ever.

"You're actually physically wanting to be there with us?" He inquires of Emma, a brow inching up. Not put off by itbut more impressed than anything. "You just didn't strike me as the sort."
"Not me you'll answer to on broken glasses." Scott half-jokes towards Nate.

*

"Let me put it this way," Emma slowly starts, considering Nate warily and then just as slowly setting down her half-empty glass. "I'm willing travel… after all of the hard work is done and the first of any mistakes are made." She smiles and seems to be teasing… mostly. "Unless you were planning for me to do everything from the States? I just wasn't certain of dates, and then it gets into a flexibility issue… and I wanted to be certain that if you called, I wasn't tied up somewhere." There's another shrug, but then a sigh. "But if you need me to stay here, I will gladly get all of the credit for helping without actually having to do anything to scuff my Louboutins."

*

"What broken glasses?" Nate raises the empty, intact glass. Telekinetic reconstruction. He looks at Scott, as if about to add something, but then leaves the glass on the table and looks at Emma. "I think need to see Genosha, it will change you." That is more a warning than an invitation. Or maybe it is a dare. "It will change us," he adds, finally dropping on a seat, looking tired.

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