Kitty Pryde

“Well, that is a lot..” Emma muttered to herself. She remembered those days. Each one the worse than the next. Her fingers still moving through the cabinet until she pulled out a piece of paper. Consent form. Always covering SHIELD’s legal ass she thought bitterly. “As a telepath, I do more than look through people’s minds, Miss Pryde. I have the ability to…” How did she put it gently, “Dull the pain, so to speak. Figure out the cause.” Emma shrugged sliding the paper toward her. “Regardless of what you choose, it’s probably best to sign that. Just a consent form.” Emma looked at the girl, “If it is just stress, I don’t see those going away.”

A tight nod lifted her head sharply. “And until then you’ll be twiddling your thumbs?” She asked. More students were proactive about finding ways to exercise their powers. Sneaking into the rec center rooms, fighting on the quad. It happened. 

“Well, it’s the pro-Mutant rights group on campus.” She hadn’t had to explain this before, so she supposed every detail counted. There are methods to getting what she needed that didn’t waste Emma’s time. “I’d suggest attending a meeting or asking other members or wait for the fair to happen.” Emma smirked beside herself. “it’ll become your best friend. They really didn’t tell you about it upon your entrance?” Not surprising, “Basically, it’s a big metal room we get to practice our powers without much risk.” Approaching the topic slowly.

“Yeah.”  Kitty’s eyebrows raised as she listened, her hand automatically reaching out to take the offered form.  “So you can be a living pain killer.”  Her eyes scanned over the legalese, thinking she got the gist of most of it.  And here she had thought that the giant packet of forms she signed on entrance was vague.  Slipping her hand into her bag, she brought out a pen and signed her name with a flourish.  “Well, if there’s a possibility that you can do what medical science can’t, I guess I’ll take the chance.”    

She stiffened at the question, her fingers tightening on the pen she still held.  “I think it’s kinda obvious that I wasn’t planning on it,” she said calmly, loosening her grip and putting the pen down.  Better to leave it out just in case more forms came up.  “I asked you, didn’t I?”

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Emma nodded. She knew all about the feeling of pain and headaches.  It was utter torture to hear it all, feel it all.  “What’s a lot..?” She asked cutting the girl off. Explicit facts rather than abstract ideas like ‘a lot’ were needed at least in order for Emma to suggest something helpful. “I’m sure we can do something but without knowing the cause of them…” her voice trailed off as she began fiddling through the file in her desk drawer. “It’s probably mutation related or stress due to the sudden change in lifestyle but I’d be willing to take a look, or you could probably ask Charles Xavier–he’s a professor and another telepath–to help.” She’d give the girl an option of course.

“Right…”There wasn’t too much Emma could do about that part. It would all come with control. “I can’t say there’s much to do about the phasing, all of that could come with time and mastery of your powers.”

Emma paused on the question, “There are but mutants also out number students on campus…Are you enrolled in power training classes?” She’s sat back now, leaning back in the chair away from the desk as she looked the girl over. Surely there were outlets she could get to that Emma didn’t have to explain but there she had it. “There are other outlets for you to get some sort of guidance. Mutant Association, might be worth a look. Find a graduate student take a spin in the Danger Room. Is that what you want discussed then?”

Kitty thought for a moment, counting up the times in the past couple weeks that she’d had her head pound.  “Well, lately I’ve had at least two a week for the past month,” she finally said, watching Emma rifling through her desk.  She could feel something inside relaxing as options were being offered.  Still, there was one question.  “I hate asking, but how would someone looking through my mind help my headaches?”  She clenched her teeth for a moment, looking down.  “I mean, I guess I could see it if it’s stress, but I just really don’t know much about how it all works.”  And, to be honest, that scared her a little. 

She accepted the bit about her phasing with a nod - she had come to the same conclusion, but it was still disheartening to know it wouldn’t be automatic.  Pipe dream aside, the options Emma listed gave her pause.  “I’m enrolled for next semester,” she said, idly running a nail over the arm of her chair.  There hadn’t been an immediate opening - proof of just how many mutants there must be on campus.

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Time was slowly sucking all the fun of things for Emma. She’d noticed the small twitch at the thought of the girl taking the higher road. Funny how that worked and funny the thought made Emma’s own smile twitched with amusement. Emma situated herself to get comfortable for the long haul.

The urge to roll her eyes at the thoughts from the girl was hard to push down. To ignore. But she managed it. It took all her might to bite her cheek and let the girl go on thinking she wouldn’t be seen a threat. They all would, of course, it was the nature of the beast. It disgusted her. Later she’d pop that pretty bubble.

A tight nod accompanied b a “Mhm I see” Emma let her talk for a moment before looking up from the file. “And the headaches?” Again her gaze dropped to scan a line, “And phasing through things? How’s that going?” 

Kitty wasn’t surprised that the file had the description of her powers or that they came up.  After all, she had disclosed that kind of information to the kind but bland suited man when she was brought into the university.  “I’m still getting a lot of headaches,” she said, biting at her lip as she thought.  “Mostly during my down time, but it’s still awful.  I was kind of hoping that there was something that could be done about those, since pain killers just don’t work.”  Considering they felt like her skull was being both stabbed and crushed at the same time each time she had one, awful was probably an understatement.

“As for the phasing, I guess I’m building more control, but -”  She shifted in her seat, embarrassed that she had to mention such things to the telepath, “- there are times it’s still pretty random.”  Like the time she fell through her bed and the floor while sleeping.  Waking up cramped and sore in a storage closet hadn’t been a welcome surprise.  The only silver lining she saw there was the fact that she had been able to deliberately phase out through the door after discovering it was locked.  

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The roll of her eyes was fast and swift. Dear Lord, it was going to be a very long session. Plastering on a fake smile, Emma met the girls face as she moved into the room. “Hello. nice of you to join me.” There was tad bit more sarcasm than she should have used, but frankly, Emma couldn’t care.

Emma watched the girl before turning her attention back to the file. it wasn’t as descriptive as her own but it was thorough. Interestingly enough.  Emma made a slight wince at the whirl of thoughts. A  long sigh left her, and she looked at the girl.

“Yes. I’m the… mutant therapist so to speak. I’m here to make sure you’re not a threat to your fellow classmates as well as provide any…adjustments you might need on campus. So let’s start shall we?” Emma’s gazed moved over the file, “How are you adjusting here?” That was easiest. They could poke into the past and future interchangeably.

From the greeting, Kitty could tell that she was going to have to be the one to take the high road here.  Her polite smile twitched slightly at the thought, but this was obviously a very official meeting.  It was crucial that she did this right.  It was also obvious that it was going to be a long session - or at least feel like it.  Good thing the chair was comfortable.  Well, mostly comfortable.

The description of what Emma was setting out to do was interesting, but kind of worrying in a way.  She couldn’t currently think of any way that she’d be a threat to anyone she met, and she always thought she was well-adjusted in general. Hell, even her abilities seemed to be geared toward avoiding threats instead of causing them. The pause before adjustments didn’t help either.

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Emma had the file open in front of her, ready to go for when the girl finally decided to open the door. Of all the meetings she had today, her last one had zapped her of her energy. One could only argue with SHIELD agents for so long until even the coldest of hearts busted into flames. It was made only that much worse with the fact that her current appointment—Katherine Pryde—was standing there like an idiot.  Her thoughts whirled against Emma’s mind and the blonde steeled herself for a long conversation. She needed a long spa day after today.

Her gaze moved from the door to the clock and look down at the file as the knock sounded. “It’s open. And has been for the past ten minutes.” She called wanting for the girl to decide to enter or not. They had much to discuss and some that could wait. After al,l this was about her, not her use.

Of course Emma would notice that she had been standing there.  Maybe the woman never stopped listening.  It seriously hasn’t been that long, has it?, Kitty thought, opening the door and stuffing down the slight embarrassment that had popped up.  “Um, hi,” she said as she moved into the room.  

Her automatic glance around the room landed on the open file gracing Emma’s desk.  It was obviously hers - whose else would it be? - but it looked a bit wider than she expected.  She had always stayed out of trouble, so shouldn’t it be a bit thinner than that?  What kind of things did a super secret government organization gather about people anyway?