Pryde Refound

~Having spent most of her days and even evenings in Cerebra for a cause she’d already deemed lost but didn’t want to give up on, Emma’s usually nigh-on flawless face was now strained with dark circles from severe lack of sleep. After a tumultuous sleep and far too much tossing and turning, she blinked her eyes open, only to see the faces of her triplets staring down at her.~

«Miss Frost, you must come.»

«We did not want to wake you.»

«But you might like to see this.»

~Without hestitation, she slid out of bed and followed the girls to Cerebra. What she met with there made her rub her eyes at least twice before she would believe it.~

It’s Miss Pryde. She’s alive.

~The sigh of relief that rang through the room was of a kind she hadn’t uttered in a while. Even though she would hardly ever admit it and their friendship was filled with mutual snark, Emma had a special fondness of Kitty Pryde. To lose her would have had a huge impact on her and on the rest of mutant society, since whether Kitty liked it or not, she had played a large part in…well, practically everything involving their community. She was unmissable, Emma knew that now. Not wanting to waste another moment, she cleared her mind and broadcasted the same telepathic signal she’d boosted the night Kitty disappeared, to all of Utopia, except this time far more cheerful, even for her standards.~

«Katherine Pryde is alive. I repeat: Kitty Pryde is alive. Her signal has been located on Cerebra.» 

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~Letting her fingers roam over the contents of the kitchen cupboards, Emma pursed her lips in thought as she searched for something appropriate. A slight grin curved her lips as she came across a bag of crisps, wondering what the girl’s reaction to that type of a snack would be, and if she would be able to distinguish herself from the mediocre students who’d chew with their mouths half open and talk with their food still in their mouth. Frankly, she thought that habit was revolting, and she simply wanted to test if she’d taught this girl any manners whatsoever, cruel as that may be. She handed the girl the bag of crisps and sat down opposite of her.~

We will get you a proper meal when dinner is served.

~Emma crossed one leg over the other and folded her hands in her lap, keeping her eyes trained on the girl as she attempted to prioritise questions. What did she really want to know about this girl, about her future? It wasn’t right to inquire about everything, to know about everything the future had in store for her. But there were essentials that she needed to know.~

Hmm. What is the family situation like? Where do you live, where do you go to school, do you have any siblings? A…love interest? How old are you, anyway?

-Waiting patiently, Megan watched Emma as she wandered about. It was nice in a way. It was somewhat familiar - though her mother was older of course. But as she was finding out Emma Frost was the same no matter what year. In her opinion this was a good thing, but she wasn’t entirely sure everyone would be thinking the same. When a packet of crisps was removed from a cupboard Megan was a bit surprised, but in truth she hadn’t eaten for a while, and crisps did work for her. It was annoying to get her fingers covered in the crumbs though, but she had learnt not to complain about that. Her friends never let her live such things down. Taking, the bag she smiled-

Crisps are fine and I’m happy to wait.

-Opening the packet, she took one crisps and eat it. No rapid chewing or crunching. She hated when people did that. In fact she could be rather peculiar with her eating habits, there were such things as manners after all. She held the packet still as Emma talked, listening to the questions. There was a fair few, and she took a moment to come up with some answers that were concise, true and conveyed all that needed to be put across-

I live with you, or… my mother at least -she quickly covered then continued as if she hadn’t slipped up at all- and Scott Summers. I’m the eldest of four children. There’s twin sisters and then little Alex.

-She let this sink in, it was bound to be extremely strange now. To find out that in the future she had a few children. But then she continued-

We live at the mansion, the school as I believe it is now, and have done for as long as I can remember. Though when I was much younger I do believe we lived elsewhere. As for going to school I was mainly taught at the Xavier Institute. Uncle Hank… Uh, Dr. McCoy was my main teacher. It was thought that I’d attend another school but when I was young there was still some tension with humans and mutants and… there was an incident that made it clear that I was safer at home.

-She cleared her throat as she came to the important ‘love interest’. Of course, in her future there was a lot of tension because of this, a real Montague and Capulet thing going on. But she didn’t want to get that across yet-

I’m… involved with a boy, a love interest. His name is Olivier Lebeau. Rogue and Remy’s son where I’m from. We’ve always known each, we got together a few years ago. It’s important. We even have a psychic link, a bond. It’s not a passing thing.

-But she didn’t want to linger there for long so she moved on-

And lastly, I’m 18.

-There she finished, waiting to either elaborate or answer more questions-

~It was a lot to take in all at once. Not only having a daughter, but apparently having twin girls and a boy? She’d never imagined her future would end up looking like that. Yes, she’d pictured herself to be happy with Scott, and good grief, at times she’d wished for children of her own, but for a woman of her status it simply wasn’t befitting. She didn’t have the time for it, and frankly, she could hardly imagine herself raising a toddler. She wondered what would change in the future to accommodate all this.

She listened closely to the story, taking in every detail and forming an image of the situation. It seemed to fit, so far. Aside from that, it pleased her to see the girl’s eating habits were to her own example; measured bites, calm chewing and not the slightest sound. Like the lady she would raise a daughter to be.

She gave a few nods here and there to confirm she was still listening, and she did the very same when Megan came to the part of her love interest, nodding to confirm that she’d taken in the information. It took a moment to dawn on her, however, but when it did, she took in a sharp breath, her eyebrows knitting together.*

A LeBeau? Of all mutant families out there—-

*Her lips puckered, and she didn’t hide the fact that she was displeased with this information. Remy had worked on their side, even earned the title of X-Man, but he remained a scoundrel in her eyes. Good enough for a girl like Rogue, apparently, but offspring of Gambit’s, to court her own flesh and blood? That was a thought she would most certainly have to get used to. She wasn’t sure if she’d approve any time in the nearby future.*

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~The sound of Emma’s high heels resounding through the halls was the only sound that could be heard as she lead her ‘would-be’ daughter to the kitchen. It was fairly quiet around the premises, which was quite to Emma’s advantage; she didn’t want to have to introduce Megan to the students or her fellow X-Men just yet, and knowing Scott, he was training Hope at the moment, just as he’d been doing for weeks now. He usually didn’t come inside until supper, and even then he seemed a little absent-minded. Always busy, that man. She half wondered how they would even find the time for children in the future.

As they arrived in the kitchen, Emma waited calmly until Megan had set foot inside, then closed the door behind them. Sometimes, when her mornings were particularly rough or she was particularly moody, she would lock the door as well; every student and teacher knew by now that barging in would not be a good idea. A closed door was only meant to be opened from the inside, it was more or less an unwritten rule. Emma turned to the girl and gestured at a chair on the opposite side of the table, and for the first time since the start of the conversation, she actually spoke, rather than making her voice ring out into the girl’s head.~

Sit. Talk. Ah, and what would you like to eat?

-For the most part Megan had never been on Utopia, she had stayed at the school where most of the X-Men of her time passed through at some point. She tried to take in what little she could as they went along, but the glances were too fleeting and they didn’t go through any place that stood out as important. Megan was relieved that they didn’t run into anyone else though. That would only end up with some awkward questions being asked regarded who she was and why she was there, and quite frankly Megan was worried about how the explaining to Emma, let alone how anyone else would take the surprising news-

-She calmly walked inside the kitchen after Emma, standing a little inside and waiting to be told to sit before actually doing so. Wandering around, she quietly pulled the chair, sitting softly down and looking about. 

Well, it’s hard to come up with a proper starting place for this… Are there any questions you’d like to ask first?

-she queried, glancing at Emma. Megan didn’t want to talk about her whole life story, at least not right away. There wasn’t any point in wasting so much time going through everything if there were important subjects that needed to be cleared up first. Looking about she thought answered the question with-

Do you have any small… snack type foods? It’ll be easier to talk with that.

-She didn’t want to end up ‘chomping’ away and having to take five minutes to swallow something to eat before answering any questions-

~Letting her fingers roam over the contents of the kitchen cupboards, Emma pursed her lips in thought as she searched for something appropriate. A slight grin curved her lips as she came across a bag of crisps, wondering what the girl’s reaction to that type of a snack would be, and if she would be able to distinguish herself from the mediocre students who’d chew with their mouths half open and talk with their food still in their mouth. Frankly, she thought that habit was revolting, and she simply wanted to test if she’d taught this girl any manners whatsoever, cruel as that may be. She handed the girl the bag of crisps and sat down opposite of her.~

We will get you a proper meal when dinner is served.

~Emma crossed one leg over the other and folded her hands in her lap, keeping her eyes trained on the girl as she attempted to prioritise questions. What did she really want to know about this girl, about her future? It wasn’t right to inquire about everything, to know about everything the future had in store for her. But there were essentials that she needed to know.~

Hmm. What is the family situation like? Where do you live, where do you go to school, do you have any siblings? A…love interest? How old are you, anyway?

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~Emma’s expression lit up again, and this time she even so much as displayed a smile. She gave a short nod as she pushed the door to the main building open, fingers sliding to the edge and slowly releasing it to see if Megan was alert enough to catch it. At least it seemed like she was paying attention after her remark.~

«Good girl. Now, I would give you a tour around the premises, but let’s cut to the food, drinks and talk first. Kitchen’s priority, I would say.»

~In her head, this roughly translated as: I trust you’re not lying about what you’ve told me so far, but it is my duty to question your motives, and therefor I shall await your story and explanations before giving you any further glimpse into our home. Not that the girl needed to know this, but despite Emma having opened up quite a bit already, it took some effort for her to completely relax and drop her guard for a bit. It was a rare thing, at that.~

-Smiling softly, Megan made sure to stay alert. Perhaps missing one of these lessons wasn’t bad, but she couldn’t miss anything else. Even if it didn’t mean getting a strict telling of what to do and what not to do, she had her pride and she wanted to do her bit. It was lucky that she was now on the lookout as she caught the door swinging back, one of her hands catching it as she swiftly stepped inside-

~Of course. I expected a lot of questions and talking would be the best thing to do. ~

-She replied softly, catching the hint. For now she had made it inside, and she’d even seen Emma smile which was a huge step forward. But that didn’t mean she was anywhere near the proper acceptance here. No doubt there were a lot questions that needed answered and Megan was fully prepared to give explanations to the best of her abilities. She just hoped that at the end of their ‘talk’ it would lead to staying inside and not being thrown out.-

~The sound of Emma’s high heels resounding through the halls was the only sound that could be heard as she lead her ‘would-be’ daughter to the kitchen. It was fairly quiet around the premises, which was quite to Emma’s advantage; she didn’t want to have to introduce Megan to the students or her fellow X-Men just yet, and knowing Scott, he was training Hope at the moment, just as he’d been doing for weeks now. He usually didn’t come inside until supper, and even then he seemed a little absent-minded. Always busy, that man. She half wondered how they would even find the time for children in the future.

As they arrived in the kitchen, Emma waited calmly until Megan had set foot inside, then closed the door behind them. Sometimes, when her mornings were particularly rough or she was particularly moody, she would lock the door as well; every student and teacher knew by now that barging in would not be a good idea. A closed door was only meant to be opened from the inside, it was more or less an unwritten rule. Emma turned to the girl and gestured at a chair on the opposite side of the table, and for the first time since the start of the conversation, she actually spoke, rather than making her voice ring out into the girl’s head.~

Sit. Talk. Ah, and what would you like to eat?

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Oh? Well, that is mighty interesting. I cannot wait to hear the story behind this.

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«Do you have a habit of thanking before you have received what you are promised? Thank only when you’re given something to be thankful for. Apologise only when you are truly sorry. That way people will value your words. Surely I’ve taught you this?»

~Emma hadn’t become a well-renowned teacher by being nice to her students. She was strict, with a habit of encouraging her students to push their boundaries, to exploit their every potential. If anything, she would be even more demanding of her children, as she had been with the Cuckoos. At least if they gave her something to be proud of, she could reward them for it.

She quirked an eyebrow at her own curious line of thought as she lead the way towards Utopian grounds, stealing a few glances at the girl from over her shoulder to see her reaction to the sudden change of conversational tone. If she really was her daughter, she suspected she would be used to her personality by now.~

-The sudden change in tone only momentarily caught Megan of guard as she walked just a little beside Emma. It was a little odd, to hear something so familiar sounding in such a strange place. She nodded slightly, taking in the words. Of course, that had been a lesson drilled into her. it was worrying that she had slipped on it so easily but… She would forgive herself this time if it did not happen again-

~It is not something I am prone to doing. I shall make sure that I say only what is truly meaningful. You made sure to teach this and I shouldn’t have forgotten so easily just because of this change~

-It was a nice comfort that some things never did change, and though the tone from her mother was rather stern, or very stern really, it actually eased the girl’s slightly troubled mind. Of course, she didn’t particularly wish to hear that tone again, no matter how used to it she was. -

~Emma’s expression lit up again, and this time she even so much as displayed a smile. She gave a short nod as she pushed the door to the main building open, fingers sliding to the edge and slowly releasing it to see if Megan was alert enough to catch it. At least it seemed like she was paying attention after her remark.~

«Good girl. Now, I would give you a tour around the premises, but let’s cut to the food, drinks and talk first. Kitchen’s priority, I would say.»

~In her head, this roughly translated as: I trust you’re not lying about what you’ve told me so far, but it is my duty to question your motives, and therefor I shall await your story and explanations before giving you any further glimpse into our home. Not that the girl needed to know this, but despite Emma having opened up quite a bit already, it took some effort for her to completely relax and drop her guard for a bit. It was a rare thing, at that.~

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~Entirely too conflicted with herself, Emma remained silent for another long moment as she attempted to regain composure. She inhaled deeply, pushing the frown from her face, and the same neutral expression she’d donned before made its appearance on her face again. She lifted a single gloved hand to cup Megan’s chin, her fingers applying light pressure, causing a slight pucker of her lips.~

«Hmm…let me get a good look at you…»

~She tipped the girl’s head to one side, then the other before releasing her again. Her gaze locked with Megan’s and as she studied the expression on her face, she realised she could hardly deny the resemblance with herself and Scott. As the realisation came, her look softened, as though the wall of ice she’d built up around herself melted.~

«Come, child. Let’s get you inside, then you can tell me more about yourself. Are you hungry?»

-Megan remained still and quiet, keeping her expression as neutral as possible. She was good at showing off surface emotions, fleeting feelings and whims… But things that truly meant something? Well, there she met her downfall. But perhaps, in this case it could be a good thing. She’d be calm and let her mother decide, forcing herself closer to the woman who result in both sides getting hurt. Megan more than Emma admittedly-

-She blinked as the hand went to her cheek, eyes immediately snapping up to look at Emma’s, then steeling herself, determined now. She obediently allowed her head to be tilted, a tiny smile appearing on her face. Faint though it was, Megan had allowed herself to be a little relieved and happy that she had earned some degree of acceptance. That was all she could hope for really. And as that passed Megan noticed the change in her mother, and bit her bottom lip gently as the smile grew a touch, became a bit warmer on her face-

~Rather hungry, yes. And I’m sure I’ll find plenty to say. …Thank you~ She let the last words drift in, nodding just a touch. She meant them, truly.

«Do you have a habit of thanking before you have received what you are promised? Thank only when you’re given something to be thankful for. Apologise only when you are truly sorry. That way people will value your words. Surely I’ve taught you this?»

~Emma hadn’t become a well-renowned teacher by being nice to her students. She was strict, with a habit of encouraging her students to push their boundaries, to exploit their every potential. If anything, she would be even more demanding of her children, as she had been with the Cuckoos. At least if they gave her something to be proud of, she could reward them for it.

She quirked an eyebrow at her own curious line of thought as she lead the way towards Utopian grounds, stealing a few glances at the girl from over her shoulder to see her reaction to the sudden change of conversational tone. If she really was her daughter, she suspected she would be used to her personality by now.~

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~The more the girl spoke to her, the more it became very clear to Emma that she might actually be speaking the truth. That the possibility that she was actually her daughter was a very real one. Her eyebrows knitted together and a crease appeared between them as she frowned, her calm demeanor cracking for the first time since the start of the conversation. This only strengthened when the images flashed through her mind, echoes of memories that weren’t her own, that she tried to make sense of. At least the girl seemed as confused as she was about the situation.~

«How long have you been here for? Have you…spoken to your father yet?»

~Even though she hadn’t informed as to who the girl’s father was, it seemed the most obvious answer would be given, considering the double name she introduced herself with. And despite her curiosity, Emma wasn’t all that eager to find out what the future would look like for them, save for the kid. She’d seen too many time streams gone awry to have confidence in any given future anymore.~

-As she faded off, she kept her thoughts to herself for a moment, giving the woman the time she needed to digest the information. The hard part was surely over know… She had made her point, told the truth as she saw it, and it was the truth, and now she could only wait for some sort of verdict. What was the worst that could happen? Megan frowned softly at that. She wasn’t going to go down that route-

-Pausing, she glanced up at her ‘mother’ and saw the very slight frown. For such a thing to actually be shown on her face meant her mother really did have a few strong emotions concerning this. At least it had gotten through to her and she was being taken seriously, Megan took a bit of relief from that. At the question she shook her head lightly-

~Not yet. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to, or if I should. At any rate I have not seen him yet.~

~Entirely too conflicted with herself, Emma remained silent for another long moment as she attempted to regain composure. She inhaled deeply, pushing the frown from her face, and the same neutral expression she’d donned before made its appearance on her face again. She lifted a single gloved hand to cup Megan’s chin, her fingers applying light pressure, causing a slight pucker of her lips.~

«Hmm…let me get a good look at you…»

~She tipped the girl’s head to one side, then the other before releasing her again. Her gaze locked with Megan’s and as she studied the expression on her face, she realised she could hardly deny the resemblance with herself and Scott. As the realisation came, her look softened, as though the wall of ice she’d built up around herself melted.~

«Come, child. Let’s get you inside, then you can tell me more about yourself. Are you hungry?»

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