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( A CORSET CINCHED BEYOND BELIEF, THE SCENT OF DIOR PERFUME, HEELS WALKING TO THE THRONE )▸ welcome to latverion, EMMA FROST (WHITE QUEEN). it’s time to be gracious, for in this vast multiverse, you have been saved by emperor doom. according to records you are 31 and use SHE/HER pronouns. emperor doom expects you’ll enjoy your career as SPONSER, or else. excellent. we look forward to your contribution.

❛   you’ve  historically  managed  to  balance  talking  to  me  and  keeping  mutants  alive.   ❜  scott’s  not  unaware  of  his  own  ability  to  be  demanding,  but  this  in  particular  has  felt  and  continues  to  feel  absurdly  reasonable.  he  doesn’t  keep  things  from  emma,  either  because  it’s  no  use  trying  when  she  has  open  access  to  his  head  or  because  he  hasn’t  felt  the  urge  in  some  time.  it’s  not  much  different  here,  when  emma  remains  one  of  the  only  things  familiar  to  him  from  before  this  world.  throughout  the  whole  thing,  the  most  scott  moves  is  to  roll  his  eyes.  ❛   as  much  as  i  appreciate  your  flair  for  the  dramatic,  i  did  not  nor  would  i  call  you  monstrous.  it’s  a  little  early  in  our  talk  to  be  putting  words  in  my  mouth.   ❜  sure,  there  may  have  been  times  he  would  have,  but  that’s  beside  the  current  point.  ❛   you  haven’t  been  forthcoming,  all  i’m  left  to  do  is  ask.  what  offer ?  your  loyalty ?   ❜

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Emma looked over at him as he mentioned her balancing act. “And would you have let me do it?” She asked, straight to the point. Scott was pragmatic but he was also chivalrous. She was not sure if that nature would kick in if he knew what she was going to do. As he mentioned putting words in his mouth, Emma’s back straightened up as she didn’t break eye contact. “What do you expect? As much as the X-Men like to play superhero, when it comes down to politics, they leave much to be desired.” Emma pointed out as she folded her arms. “This is strictly business.” Emma stated firmly. “I financially support him and that means mutants can continue to co-exist in our own community.” Walking over to him so she stood in front of him, she then spoke in a low tone just for Scott to hear. “And the closer I am to him, the more information I can feedback. Something we can exploit.”

||    karen knows when she is not wanted.    she doesn’t blame it,   of course  —  hell,   most of the time,   karen thinks she’d hate reporters if she wasn’t one.   those story - hungry journalists,   she knows what it’s like  —  once upon a time,   she was framed for murder. being painted the villain felt like being kicked while down.   karen’s known low lows,   has spent years repenting for the loss of her bother,   but there was something sinister to a cruel reporter.   she doesn’t scorn ms. frost her distrust.   “  a minute.   of time,   from  —  from anyone,   really.   i’m writing a piece on resilience,   and i’d love as many perspectives,   from  —  from as many different people as i could get.   that’s all.  ” 

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Emma may of been an ice queen (to put it nicely) but one thing she never did was offer any falsehoods about just exactly who she was and, controversially, who she did not like. Emma was protective of mutants and, as history has it, she had no problem following through with what is necessary to do so. “Most people would pay for a minute of my time, Ms Page.” Emma made no secret that she already plucked her name from her mind. “Resilience?” Emma scoffed a little as she shook her head. “I could go on about the atrocities your people have caused but I am trying to be more...tolerable.” Emma made no attempt to hide her disdain however. “What profit do you gain from this exactly by taking our experiences?”

with   :   @whiteqveendarling· location   :  treehouse, mutopia

privacy  is  difficult  to  achieve  on  latverion.  krakoa  looks  mostly  the  same.  the  land  looks  the  same.  xavier’s  looks  similar,  if  not  exactly  how  he  remembers  it.  sometimes  it’s  difficult  to  parse  the  truth  from  memory.  none  of  it  offers  quite  the  comfort  he  would’ve  had  back  on  his  world.  he’s  just  grasping  for  the  closest  possible  thing,  shreds  of  comfort.  inviting  emma  into  this  other  version  of  the  treehouse,  the  one  he’s  made  into  something  of  a  home,  is  the  closest  thing  to  normal  he’s  felt  in  his  time  here.  ❛   there’s  vampires  lurking  around  my  school,  miss  frost.  now  may  be  a  good  time  to  tell  me  more  about  your  newfound  fondness  for  doctor  doom.   ❜  tone  cool,  impassive.  he  ruins  it  by  a  brush  of  his  hand  to  hers,  quietly  drawing  attention.  ❛   did  you  get  one  of  those  letters  ?   ❜

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Of course she had to admit, things were a little awkward with the X-Men. She was pragmatic but she often forgot to include people’s feelings in what she did. She saw the practicalities but often forgot the complication of emotion. It was something Emma often chose not to deal with. Something the mutant leader had in common with her. At his tone, Emma looked back at him through the ruby lenses, letting him have his moment, even when their hands grazed. “I don’t know about you darling but I have been awfully busy trying to keep mutants alive.” Emma’s tone was sharp as her back straightened, never losing eye contact with him as she spoke. “Doom may be some pigheaded tyrant but he knows business. I can assure you an optic blast was not going to salvage our situation. I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. In return, mutants had their own land and the X-Men could continue on teaching.” Emma responded dryly, taking a step closer, hands falling to her hips. “I did what I have always done. I will be the villain if it means that mutants are safe.” Emma’s eyes searched his for a moment before she spoke again. “Believe it or not, I am not a complete monster anymore.”

Betsy sat upright at the sudden intrusion of another body in the booth with her. Angry words rose quickly to her lips, then she saw who was gracing her with her presence. Emma bloody Frost. She stilled her tongue before those words loosed themselves. “And here I thought you’d fancy yourself with men-in-waiting, holding grapes, cheese, and glasses of champagne for you to sip on. But I guess you’re allowed to prove me wrong once in a while.” Betsy scooted over with a wrought smirk on her face, allowing Emma to remain or seek solace in the booth across from her. “Interested in some starters? I was just about to order.”

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“miss frost,” he begins. “thanks for coming on such short notice.” he motions for her to take a seat across his table. “i’m sure you have a very hectic schedule, so i won’t beat around the bush.” the woman seems to be incredibly calm all things considered, almost cold to an extent. (how fitting of her name.) “i’m quite interested in understanding the relationship between mutants and the rest of latverion. i’m aware of the agreement between—” matt can’t even bring himself to calling him an emperor. “—doom and the mutants, how you all have a section of the planet dedicated to your kind. it would be nice to know how the area is being governed. since you’re quite involved with the whole of latverion, what’s your perspective about this?”

for @whiteqveendarling

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Emma was surprised to see Namor of all people to be present in Latverion. She was even more surprised that the confident Atlantean didn’t just wage an instant war on Doctor Doom. For all of his arrogance however, Namor wasn’t an idiot. To think so would be to underestimate him. Still, she had to admit she was surprised that he didn’t make any sort of commotion about his land being taken by Latverion. “Namor, darling, to what do I owe the pleasure?” She asked, leaning on the door frame.

Emma looked up at the other woman and her lips formed thin lines. You know what they say about mistakes of your past coming to haunt you? Well, this was one of the many things Emma did hold regret for. After what she did to Angelica, she had to admit to herself, that wasn’t her finest moment. She wanted to leave the girl well enough alone after everything had happened. She still had a lot to atone for so it seemed. Emma cleared her throat for a moment before she spoke up. “You were the last person I’d expect a visit from. Please, if you have a rehearsed scolding prepared, can we get that over with?” Perhaps not the best start but Emma was a little tired of people trying to lecture her.

Emma’s eyes watched the other as she made her way through Genosha. Emma, protective of mutants anyway, had made her deal with the devil. She would stand by Doom as a supporter, financially anyway, and that gave her some sort of leverage for the mutant community. The rest? They could grovel under his iron boot for all she cared. Though she supposed she was trying to be better. Seeing the woman ask question, her eyes narrowed as Emma approached the other directly. “And what would a human journalist want from us?” Direct and to the point.

the other half of the reputation that valkyrie had heard about the infamous emma frost had seemingly been true as well. but the night was still young and valkyrie wasn’t one to throw stones at glass houses. “i’m valkyrie, king of the asgardians actually, or what’s left of them - anyway,” she wore her title with pride, even if asgard was gone. the fact was, they were all on the same playing field now - no one better than the other - even despite titles. but, really, val never felt better than anyone anyway. “yeah… well, not many people survive a couple genocides of their own kind either, but here we are.” she chimed, tilting her head and smirking softly. “the only avenger i have vested interest in is thor and he’s nowhere around so no, i don’t think you should be expecting any of them.”

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hah. of course - it wouldn’t be anything easy for him that evening - why the hell would it? frank’s just one asshole away from losing it and in truth - doom would be his prime target. still, she was being as polite as he suspected she could muster and her grand show of power was nothing he hadn’t seen before in people like her. humans and mutants and all. the in-between had their fair share of those that had no issue stepping above the rest to display their bravado. sighing, he took a step back and neatly cupped his hands together in front of himself as he listened to her speak. “congratulations - he could be human, mutant, raccoon, whatever and i would not really care. you know what he did? it wasn’t good, so i hope that you do actual justice with him before i report to doom that i lost him. next he’ll send the bots, so that’s your warning.” frank wasn’t too vested in trying to fight her over this - she was clearly dead set on doing whatever the hell she wanted. “hope you can handle them, or he can. pretty sure you don’t have a problem.”

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( @whiteqveendarling· ) VALKYRIE and EMMA FROST

she pursed her lips, clearly finding the woman before her attractive but being wise enough to know about her reputation. from what she’d heard emma frost was as cunning as she was beautiful and twice as dangerous. normally a personality that wouldn’t repel valkyrie but she knew she’d need to at least keep up with some sort of standards here. still, a little flirting and ‘getting to know’ wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? “oh, i’ve heard of you - a queen in your own right, yeah?” she asked, tilting her head and offering a cheeky smile. “it’s nice to meet another somebody on the same level as me - or was as me, i suppose.”

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( @whiteqveendarling· ) FRANK CASTLE and EMMA FROST

he’d seen her before, sure. she was kinda hard to miss given her choice of clothing and her always perfect appearance. but he never had much of a chance to actually interact with her either. not that he’d have a reason to. after all, he mostly kept to himself, hunted his bounties, and spent time with people that were close to him. still, emma was in his path towards his current bounty and the only way he could get to him was through her. “hey, not to be rude or anything but i gotta get by you to get to that guy right over there - so if you don’t mind, i’d like to ask you to step a little to the side, please?” he was mostly business and if he was accurate about himself, he’d say he was… persistently so. after all, personality didn’t get a job done.

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💙 — “And who should I find behind the curtain?” The battles were raging. Kurt’s performers were packing up after a long night before. In the stands were people filing in and out, the gentle commotion of people seeking thrill and distraction from their newfound reality. Catching Emma as one of the sponsors of the fights— here to witness one of her champions, he imagined— did not come as a surprise. “So. How are you?” 

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However Remy personally felt about the KIlliseum, a lot of things went down there too–in the stands, that is. Not only was it a great place to pick a pocket or two, it was also a great place to get dirt on people and information which could come in handy later on. Seeing Emma there was no surprise, and he certainly was not going to pass up a chance to pester her. “I’m surprised you call it a pleasure, femme,” he drawled as he sat down, “Didn’t t'ink you’d ever find anyt'ing ‘bout me t’ be pleasurable.” Glancing out at the arena, he made a face. “What, wouldn’t you rather have some company t’ watch dis? Gotta t'ink dat makes it more bearable, non?”

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Emma raised the vape pen to her lips and inhaled, turning to meet the eyes of the Cajun card dealer. “I take whatever little pleasures I can get these days.” Emma told him, exhaling the smoke. “Yes, well, when you are filthy rich, it tends to make you guarded around those who intend to take things from you.” She pointed out as she saw his eyes wander to the arena. As he commented about the fight below, Emma seemed passive about the whole thing. “Most of my life, I have witnessed violence like this. The Hellfire Club was no different. The only difference here is there is an audience. You can’t blink when faced with something that isn’t to your taste.” Emma’s tone was nonchalant as her eyes followed his back to the battle.