2019-06-11 - Chava and the Frost Gazebo

Summary:

Emma Frost gives life advice to student Chava Kang

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Date: Tue Jun 11 19:31:33 2019
Location: Institute - Rear Grounds

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News probably travels pretty among the students that there is a new teacher at the Institute, and it certainly doesn't take long for that teacher to be indentified as Emma Frost. She's hard to miss, even if she wasn't dressed in the bare minimum to be appropriate around children.

Today has her sitting in the Gazebo in the rear grounds, a bottle of scotch and bucket of ice on the table near her. She's got a glass in her hand, and seems to be content watching the various people that wander around going about their buisness.

While Emma might wear a bare minimum, Chava was wearing the opposite: often more baggy clothes, hiding that her short body was actually on the muscled stocky side and not just chubby. Hauling a rather heavy backpack out from the school building, she passed the gazebo, coming to a halt as she mustered the teacher. With the few clothes she could live. "Eh, sorry ma'am, you're the new teach, right?"

Emma turns her head so she can look at Chava, giving the girl a once over before she nods, "So they tell me, Darling. Proffessor Emma Frost. Has sort of a nice ring to it, don't you think?" The Blonde woman smirks, and then takes a small sip from her glass, the ice tinkling audibly as she does, "And who might you be? That your the first to approach me speaks well for you. Or poorly for your classmates." she shrugs, "One or the other."

"They have the heads in the clouds I guess. Or in the books trying to cram in one or two points more for their exams. Not my style. Chava Kang, Class of 2019." She introduces herself, chuckling a little. "Professor always rings nice, if it boosts your ego. Ain't need titles."

"Oh my Ego needs no boosting, Miss Kang, I can assure you of that. I'm comfortable with who I am. More so than most, I'd be willing to wager." Emma takes another drink from her glass, and then sets it down on the little table at her side. She sits up a bit straighter then, and crosses one leg over the other, "Care to join me? I'd love to pick your brain about just what I've gotten myself into. It would be nice to have an insiders opinion of the school, students, and staff. It sounds like you have a little time, if cramming isn't your style."

"Well, being mediocre is my thing." Chava replied as she moed into the gazebo, putting her backpack down and ruffling in it. "No drink for me, ain't 21, ain't allowed to drink. What do you want to know? The other students? Well, there's the youngsters, there are…" She rambles a few minutes about who's in her class. "Well, and then there's the teachers. Mr. McCoy is nice, showed me the Danger Room.

Emma arches and eyebrow and smirks in amusement as the girl speaks up about a drink that wasn't offered, and likely wouldn't be. It's an exspensive bottle of scotch after all! "I'm familiar with Dr. McCoy. Familiar enough to know he would not like you calling him Mister." the telepath's smile widens a bit, "He's half of the reason I'm here, actually. Sharon is the other half. Have you met her? She's a lovely shade of purple and hard to miss." Emma doesn't wait long for an answer before she adds, "And what did you think of the Danger Room? I know of it through the minds of others, but have yet to experience it for myself."

"Sharon, sharon… can't say so. Purple skin you say? Hmmm, no, not that I remember… I think I saw some some purple hair the other day though…" Chava shrugs, her gace moving a little. "Oh, just strangled some lvl one or two orcs and a Warg. It was rather fun, but almost dislocated my shoulder."

"Fur, actually. She has undenabile feline qualities to her. You'll know her when you see her. She was a student of mine back in my more…" Emma pauses for a moment, letting her voice trail off, "formative years, I suppose you could say." Emma reaches out to rest her hand on her glass again, and her long, painted nails clack against its surface, "Orcs and Warg. I'm not sure I follow exactly, but I'm guessing some sort of fantasy theme. I wouldn't have guessed that from looking at you. Or was is Dr. McCoy's choice of training exercises?"

The girl chuckles as she pulls a Monster Manual from her backpack, tossing it at Emma. "Look 'em up. Classic D&D enemies. Thick skinned humanoid with tusks and oversized wolves. But the doc chose, professor. Wanted to see what I could do before he'd approve of extra training."

Emma catches the book easily and flips through it slowly, her attention raising from the manual back to the girl more than once, a questioning look on her face, "Well then, at least you'll be prepared should a fantasy world ever bleed over into our own." She claps the book closed then, and offers it back to Chava, "Personally, I would have chose something more practical, but something tells me you wouldn't have found that nearly as interesting." She takes another drink, leaving her glass empty now, and then sets it back down, "And did he? Approve of extra training? Are your gifts combat orientated?"

Chava Kang chuckles "How combat oriented do you consider being able to shape cloth with your mind?" It's a trick question, so far is obvious. "People never onsider how much cloth they wear. They wear it for protection under armor, they wear it for convenience under pretty much everything. And even if they wear next to nothing, they wear some."

"My clothing is my armor." Emma says with a sly little smirk, "You'd be surprised the effect a revealing outfit can have on your enemies. Or maybe you wouldn't be…" the telepath considers that, and then shrugs, continuing, "And just how much can you do, with your shaping?" Emma turns her form to diamond then, and her smile fades, and when she speaks, there's a coolness there, "Show me. I only ask you don't do any permanent damage to my clothes, or leave me indecent when you're done. But I'm curious just how offensive such a skill could be."

The girl eyes the diamond shape carefully, then shakes her head. "I can't crush diamond with my hand, so can't do either with what I do, but if you ever had a wedgie… well, consider getting one from a short but strong grrl like me. Or what happens if the neck of somebody's shirt goes to strangle them." Chava chuckles as she stretches out a hand to point at the hem of Emma's top, a strand of the fabric separating and creeping up to Emma's neck, reshaping to some kind of collar while she works on incorporating the changes to the top so it would look good again. "And for males there's always using just some strings to make Rocky Mountain Oysters…."

"I just wanted to make sure you didn't accidently hurt me. I would hate for you to be overcome with guilt." There's some small hint of amusement there, but as Diamon, Emma's almost completely closed off from her emotions, "Still, breathing is something many people require. So I can see how your gifts could be useful. And I fear for the boy who tries to preasure you into sex on prom night." This does get a small laugh from the Telepath before she reverts back to her flesh and blood form, her fingers moving to touch the collar before giving the girl a nod of approval, "If nothing else, you could be very successful as a tailor to the stars, if being an X-person dones't work out for you. Have you ever worked with unstable molecules?"

"Not that I know, but I can't remold metal buttons and zippers. Shift them around, sure. But a jeans button stays a jeans button." The face of the cloth molding girl goes a little more sour. "But tires and rubber are rather nice as supply. I mean, flexible, sticky, does not let air through…" She reaches into the backpack to pick up a simple erazer. "This is rubber too."

"And what about Leather then, hmmms?" Emma asks, her curiosity clearly piqued now, "It might lead to some very interesting power development if so. Leather is just skin, after all. Imagine the possibilities. I'm tempted to peek into your mind and see just what you're really capable of, if you had full control of your powers."

"Leather is a tanned hide. Pretty processed, but works fine for me. Depends a little on the thickness, and embossing can be a pain." Chava notes, shrugging on the peek into the mind. "No idea."

"Perhaps it's better that you don't know. Or maybe it's better if you discover it on your own. Power that is not earned has the tendancy to corrupt even the best of us. But it's something to think about. Our powers are rarely all they seem at first glance. It's easy to limit yourself by just doing what you've always done, and not pushing boundries. If there's anything I hope to teach the young minds here, it's that." Emma turns then and adds a large icecube to her glass, and then refills two fingers of scotch, "I've been able to unlock the potential in people before with incredible results, but it's also incredibly dangerous. Trust that most of us are much more than we think we are, and that our capacity to change and evolve is what makes us so very unique."

A chuckle is the immediate reply, Chava tucking that book away back to her backpack. "Oh, I learned to be creative with what I can do. The good old tied up shoelaces are just a nuissance. But I think even Tony Stark wears a T-Shirt and boxers under his IronMan suit. People make themselves vulnerable for convenience and comfort I believe. Of course I should train with other stuff. But if I ever discover how to bend skin like leather, I will make sure to call you."

"I'll have to make sure I watch what I wear around you, it seems. I really wouldn't want to get my panties all in bunch in ways I never dreamed of." Emma smirks at that before taking another drink, "Look at me already helping shape a young mind. Making you think of yourself is ways you might not have otherwise. Perhaps I'll fit in here better than I thought. Here's hoping your other teachers don't frown upon my methods and the direction my teaching might take. I believe every muntant deserves to be able to defend themselves, and use their gifts to their full potential. Even if that could worry some."

"oh, I think I will figure something out… But I guess some people just will be impervious to being strangled or tied up by their clothes by merit of being too strong and being made from hard objects," Chava notes with a grin, though it's a little wicked. "Though some people deserve that I find a material that suits as a piano wire…"

That leaves Emma arching an eyebrow questioningly once again, "Don't let it trouble you too much, Darling. I'm impervious to just about everything in my Diamond form. And even when I'm not, I'm far from helpless." She winks, "Good thing I'm on your side now, yes?" The Telepath looks out into the expansive back yard again then, staring off into the distance, "Be careful with that talk of piano wire though. I would never judge you, but there are more than a few here that might. Xmen can be such peace loving pacifists at times."

"Oh, I know… I would never dare…" Chava answers, but in her mind she has a quite detailed plan on how to torture two people, her genetic donors, for a couple weeks before letting them finally succumb to lack of oxygen. "Diamond mayb be very hard, but the doc also taught that it is rather brittle. Don't stand under Colossus if he falls from the first floor."

"One of these days I might test myself a bit more just to see exactly what I can withstand. I probably won't start with Colossus, but I'm intrigued about the danger room. There be some potential there for some interesting diversions." Emma's phone chimes to life then, a sound not unlike what diamond shattering might sound like, and she holds up a finger while taking the call. There's merely brief pleasantries exchanged before she lowers the phone and speaks to the other mutant, "Thanks for the conversation, but I'm afraid I have to take this."

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