Diamond 11: Emma Frost [In Person]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[If you walk by the living room, you might notice something shiny. Very shiny. Look closer and you'll see that it's someone very shiny. Look again. It's Emma Frost in her diamond form, huddled in a chair and reading and trying not look grumpy. Her fingers make a tinkling sound whenever they brush together, and she frowns as she stares at the pages. The way her eyebrows are knit together speaks of frustration or a bad headache.]

Bloody hell...that stupid tart...

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[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[oh, pretty! Have God sitting on the arm of the chair, looking with a small smile. oh, and don't mind the peacock's tail, it's trailing onto the floor, not onto Emma.]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[Emma glances up from her book and arches an eyebrow at the newcomer. Her first instinct is to reach out and determine all she can about this person but in her diamond form she doesn't have her telepathy. Well, there's always the old-fashioned way.]

Yes? Can I help you?

[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head, and buzzes her blackberry with the message] Just looking. pretty. How do you do it?

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

How do I do it? [A new person.] It's part of what I do, dear. I normally wouldn't choose to be like this for a whole damn week, but our delightful author has seen that I have no choice in the matter. So here I am.

[She gives the peacock tail a second glance.] Isn't the colorful tail more a trait of the male?

[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[She nods vigorously with a small chuckle. She knew it was the male's trait, but the female's tail was bland in comparison. but she had designed it that way for a reason.

The author probably didn't know about the difference, and it wouldn't surprise God in the slightest. The male got a lot more press, and quite a few people were unaware that the peahens were less colourful.

plus, technically? God was genderless, she just... liked this body. And after being in imprisoned in an older Gent's body, it made a nice difference.]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[Of course, if Emma knew she was talking to God she might act differently. But, it most likely wouldn't matter.]

Mmm. Well, as long as you're happy with it, I suppose it doesn't matter.

[She turns back to her book.]

[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[She ignores the fact she turned back to her book, and sent her another message.]

You appear displeased with your alteration.

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes, you are an observant one! Perhaps you'll soon realize that I'm also trying to read. Then maybe, just maybe, you'll conclude that I want to be left alone.

[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[she realised. She just wants to know one more thing. Then she's gone. buzzes her again after a pause]

Why? don't you like it?

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[Exasperated, Emma puts the book down again.]

I like it just fine. It's one of my natural forms. I just can't access my bloody telepathy in this form and I'm stuck like this so I'm without it and it's STRESSING ME OUT.

[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[she pats her on the head. she doesn't need to send a message for the 'it can't be that bad' to be expressed.]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[Emma rolls her eyes and waves the new arrival away.]

Yes yes, you deeply sympathize with me. How moving.

[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[she chuckles slightly. because really. it can't be all that bad.]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[It is. Emma rolls her eyes and does her best to ignore the other woman.]

[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[Hey, guess who's not moving until they get a spoken answer. she's used to getting what she wants, and she can wait.]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[Sigh.]

What do you want now?

[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[Buzz] Is it all that bad? [Because she's just thinking you never gt the message. It might not have been exactly CLEAR, what with her unable to verbalise.]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

Is there a reason you keep talking to me through this? [She brandishes her Blackberry (which, please note, is white.)] Are you incapable of speech? And to answer your question, no, it isn't terrible, I suppose, but it's far from ideal. Not having control over your own powers is a bit of a drag.

[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[she gives her icon face, buzzing again. Well, she couldn't not answer that one.]

If I was to speak, your head might explode. Not exactly favourable, and something I'd like to avoid.

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[Emma stares at the screen for a few seconds before responding.]

Really.

[Her voice is completely flat. Granted, she's heard of an individual like this before - Black Bolt - but it's still hard to swallow.]

[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[She nodded, and buzzed looking a little put out.]

She let me keep that 'ability', but restricted my others greatly.

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

Oh, well thank goodness for that. At least she let you remain a danger to the rest of us.

[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[She laughed a little. She couldn't help it, it sounded like the sort of comment Metatron would have made if he was here. buzzing her blackberry again.]

I'm not the danger here.

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

Your assurance is an immense relief. I almost trust you completely.

[If she had a speech bubble now, it would be dripping in sarcasm.]

[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[She could arrange that she shook her head gently as she sent another message.]

Don't lie; It's a sin. [there was an element of teasing in there, despite it being a text.]

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

I've never cared much for such trivialities as sinning, dear.

[whosthisbitch.livejournal.com]

[She sighed.]

Most people don't. [It saddened her - it meant that less people found heaven after they died. Of course, minor sins weren't such a problem, and there were a lot of things the bible had added in by the people who wrote it.]

[pineapple_fairy]

[Well, it never takes Mukuro long to pick up on the scent of misery to bask in. He comes sauntering in, but looks quite a bit more... feminine then he usually does. He (she?) leans casually on the side of the chair... working that body far too well for someone who should be male...]

My dearest Emma, aren't you looking simply radiant today. Kufufufufu, so why the sour expression? It's hardly becoming of you.

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[Her expression is completely neutral as her eyes rove up and down his female body. It's a very bored, detached way of studying someone.]

Funny. I was going to say that breasts are hardly becoming of you, but I suppose we can't all look the way we want.

[pineapple_fairy]

You don't think?

[Looks looks down at his chest in utter amusement... he may be a total creeper, but a 17 year old boy will always be a 17 year old boy.]

Perhaps you're right.

[And in a blink he's his usually male self again. Oh the joys of being a god-mody illusionist]

How about this?

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

I would say 'better', but it's more 'Ah, there's the smug, irritating face I'm used to seeing'.

I take it the Author has spared you in her current round of japes.

[pineapple_fairy]

Oh, now that hurts. [not really] Here I was thinking we had become good friends~

[hahaha..."friends"]

No, the female body you saw has replaced my own, but being a magician has it's perks. Kufufufufu.

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

Were you under that impression? I apologize. [She's grown somewhat...fond...of the boy, but she's still wary of him. And she's not in the mood for manners or feigned friendships now.]

Lucky you.

[pineapple_fairy]

Ah, such a cold, cold, woman.

[He taps her on her hard shoulder, letting his fingernail making a clinking noise]

Cold as stone Kufufufufufu

[And now to possibly fish for a bit of trust... she'd drop her guard eventually...]

You know it is possibly for me to extend my power to you as well... if you so desire...

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

Ha ha. You really should have been a comedian with wits like that.

[She brushes his hands away with diamond fingers.

She cocks an eyebrow at his request.]

Tempting as it would be to run around looking like a man, I'll pass.

[pineapple_fairy]

Oh, I am so glad I amused you.

[He laughs again and steps off from the chair]

Surely you don't think my skills are so limited that I can only switch gender. If you wish for a flesh body you need only to ask, my friend.

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

Unless your skills also extend to restoring me to a form where I have telepathy, I'm not bloody interested. [That, and being in his debt sounds like a bad idea.]

[pineapple_fairy]

Hmm... no, I do not believe I can restore a power such as telepathy.

[He casually saunters off towards the doorway]

Well, if you insist there is nothing I can do to help... should you change your mind you know how to contact me.

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

A pity. Do enjoy your gender-bending abilities, dear.

[stalking_horse]

[Saguru is, indeed, trying to get out - and trying not to end up knocking things over or getting in too much trouble thanks to the large hawk wings he's keeping folded close on his back.]

[he recognizes mention of this from back when they were chasing B - which gets a simple guess...]

...Oh dear. Are you stuck in that shape?

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

[She glances up at him.]

Indeed. I normally wouldn't mind but going a week without my telepathy is a bloody nuisance. And I don't like being like this for too long. [She holds out a hand and studies it, frowning.] I start to go numb.

Lovely wings, by the way.

[stalking_horse]

Trust the Author to not think things through that thoroughly. [Featherruffle.]

Ah, thank you - although they've made being indoors entertaining, trying not to knock things over, and I'm ... fairly sure they didn't come with the kind of physiology for them to actually be usable.

[my-own-friend.livejournal.com]

Making them very pretty and very inconvenient decorations. Wonderful.

[She sighs and rubes her forehead. The diamond rubbing against diamond makes a grinding sound.]

It's like I'm half-deaf. I can't hear anything or anyone. God, I think I'm like to go mad at some point.