Back to School (c)

Participants: Emma Frost , Christian Frost
Open/Closed: Closed.
Location(s): Massachusetts, USA. Former location of Massachusetts Academy.
Time of Day: 5:24 PM
Weather: Snowing.
Summary: Emma likes to do things on her own and heading off to Massachusetts when a problem was detected wasn't any different. With a good possibility that she's in over her head, Emma sucks up as much of her pride as possible, but only enough to seek her brother out for help.




Emma Frost was a master of subtly. Sure, it was a pretty easy thing to master when you could flip a switch in someones, anyones brain, to turn yourself into anything, or nothing. Leaving the Hellfire Club this time around needed to be kept quiet, at least for now. The jet hummed as it moved through the sky, a peaceful environment for Emma to think about the task at hand. She had a destination, but what she would find when she got to Massachusetts would be a surprise even to her.

The snowy hills that her and Shaw had built the Massachusetts Academy in was a familiar landscape and had once been a safe haven for Emma and her students. Looking back on her time as the headmistress, on her time forming and training the Hellions, someone else might have been filled with regret. Emma, on the other hand, had come to a place in her life where guilt seemed purely irrelevant. Right or wrong, her actions were her actions and nothing could be done to correct or justify them. Her cruelty had built character in those that she'd governed, just like the character that her own father had built in her. Maybe it was a form of manipulation, forcing those that looked to her for guidance to grow up, to harden themselves, all the while preparing them for the tough life they were destined to lead. The life of a mutant, of someone hated, targeted, feared. One had to be strong in order to survive such a life, Emma knew that firsthand and those students had left her care better prepared to live, regardless of how they felt about her in the end.

The school was part of her past, buried a long time ago under the heavy snow of Massachusetts, torn down but not forgotten. She was headed towards the same coordinates she had once given for her school, the exact spot. Being the current Head of the Hellfire Club did come with it's perks, one of which was a vast amount of knowledge and lots of people who were willing to talk. The news of a new facility taking the place of her school was... odd. Probing the area with her minds eye, Emma was puzzled. She could hear the buzz of activity, almost, but upon further advances, silence. Someone blocking out telepaths? That didn't bode well for her, or any of the mutants under her protection. Any mutants at all, to be quite frank.

The reports had come from as reliable a source as any but Emma had taken it upon herself to venture out and verify what exactly was going on. The jet sped along, putting her closer and closer to the answers she was seeking. She continued to reach out with her telepathy, looking for anything other than the slightest hints of life in the area. If something so big was being hidden from her, Emma intended on finding out what, and most importantly how. Such a feat had only been accomplished by beings, or devices, of significant power and that kind of power being used to hide things from her people wasn't something Emma took to kindly. Should she have discussed her current "mission" of sorts with her counterparts in the Inner Circle? Probably. But she'd always had her secrets, and why worry the others without the proper information? Or maybe The Black King just wanted to deal with this situation, whatever it may be, in her own way.

She was close now.

The jet began to descend, she could feel the shift in it's engines as it slowed and lowered, coming in fast to the open grove that rested just beyond what had once been the Massachusetts Academy, and still nothing. She stared out the window, watching and waiting, but there seemed to be nothing noticeable, just snow covered land and trees like she had left it. Then, suddenly, her radar lit up like a Christmas tree. At the same moment that her mind reacted to the hundreds of lives that seemed to appear out of thin air, her jet met with the field that had been blocking her in the first place. Alarms sounded as the invisible field jumbled the jets programming, engines halting, systems crashing, causing the jet's careful landing to turn into a full on ordeal. Emma held onto the interior as the jet twisted and tumbled a good thirty feet to the land beneath, crashing into the ground with enough force to tear apart the earth underneath it.

Once the plane had settled, Emma Frost rose, fully aware that her aircraft was being surrounded as she gathered herself. She was open to it all, now that she had crossed that mysterious barrier, and her mind ran out of the jet, across the short bit of forest that blocked her from the rather large facility she had been warned about. Workers, guards, people that had been shielded from her powers were now there, floating around in her thoughts as she headed towards the front of the plane. "Christian, drop whatever you're doing."

<Christian, drop whatever you're doing.>

His fingers stilled on the grand piano in one of the parlors of the Hellfire Club's Manhattan complex. His eyes shifted out of focus, ignoring the sheet music they'd been following along before as he oriented his attention onto something completely immaterial. "And what, pray tell, have you gotten yourself into this time, little sister?" he sighed in response.

Ordinarily, a Frost's powers didn't work on another of the bloodline. Surely all of Christian's sisters hadn't been able to use their mutant abilities on one another. His, though, appeared to work by different rules. Ones that imperiled Emma and caused her to outsource some help from Bobby Drake not many months before. Fortunate. Christian could allow Emma entry into his mind, and that had allowed her to help him through much trauma - emotional or otherwise - in the time since.

It also helped in long-distance communication when a certain Black King stuck her foot in something.

The White Queen calmly collected his music and returned it to the bench. He straightened and stretched while Emma made short work of catching him up to speed on the fun she was having. Christian shook his head. "You could've brought me along," he murmured, mostly to himself. "Do you have a shortcut for me to use to join you? Otherwise I may be unfashionably late to the party."

Emma Frost

Emma let out a genuine sigh of relief when she felt the familiar presence of her brothers psyche, running along with hers across the distance between them, allowing communication even through the barrier that had been blocking Emma earlier. It proved a theory: barrier good for keeping things hidden on the outside, still penetrable from the inside, meaning Emma could allow access from within. It also made her smirk, her opponents must not have been as powerful as she thought they were. "And what, pray tell, have you gotten yourself into this time, little sister?"

His voice was muffled, maybe quiet, but clear enough for her to understand every word. She made short work of sharing with him all the information he needed by sharing her thoughts. Adding a little psychic pressure this time, "Unlike me, I'll admit, but I really don't know."

The Black King had made it to the front of the jet, bursting through into the pilots pit to have a look around. She could see the guards of this vast facility beginning to circle the jet, coming in through the bit of trees that kept her separated from the establishment. She probed out with her mind, glad to see that the barrier around them was the only source of mental protection. Regardless, she'd already involved her brother.

"Do you have a shortcut for me to use to join you? Otherwise I may be unfashionably late to the party." Emma Frost always had a backup plan. She'd been bitten in the ass too many times not to have a backup plan, frankly. "I have a jet ready to go, so hopefully you're home." Sure, she didn't like to admit that she needed help, but she'd rather have help at the ready. Was this maturity? It looked good on her, of course.

"The coordinates are already plugged in, and these jets are fast enough to get you here just in time. But until then..." She would have to face them, at least the group headed her way. Thirteen men in total, two women, typical, and three dogs. These people really liked their privacy. "Let me act as a conduit, dear. Do you see them? Do you feel them?" She opened her mind's eye to Christian, pulling his consciousness a little deeper so that he could connect to the people around her, essentially creating a hole in the barrier with his help.

"Watch my back." Emma pulled him along with her, drifting out of her body and rushing like a wave towards the fast approaching guards. First move was simple. "Sleep." The thought pressed against the resistant, well trained animals, but it didn't take much to overcome them. The dogs fell to the ground, sound asleep in a moment.

"This might be fun."



Christian Frost