The Courtship of Francine and Mr. Lehmanbot 59/?
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August 24 2011, 22:02:19 UTC
Raven leaned against the kitchen counter, eyeing the call-screen on the wall. She quickly went towards it and stopped, taking a step back. Then she reached out and hit 'call' anyway, quickly tapping in Emma Frost's calling card. The call load graphics spun for a while before a small circle expanded to reveal Frost wearing a quizzical expression.
“Emma, hey, it's Raven.”
Frost nodded. “I can see.”
Raven smiled. “Right, sorry. I just wanted to know how it was going. Hank's going to be home late and Leo's having a sleepover at a friends. I'm free if you need any help, or anything.”
Frost frowned, looked away and nodded at someone. She looked back at Raven and said, “Send me your location coordinates?”
Raven sent off a message to Frost and a minute later she and Azazel appeared in Raven's kitchen, both holding datapads in their hands. Raven waved at them, remembering they travelled faster than most. Frost threw her white coat over the back of a chair before she slumped onto it, putting her datapad on the kitchen table, while Azazel took up a place next to her.
“I take it it's going slowly,” Raven said, looking at Frost. She pointed at the drinks unit. “Coffee?”
Frost nodded, closing her eyes. Azazel looked at her and smiled, telling Raven, “Please.”
Raven fixed three cups while Azazel said, “We've made a little progress.”
Raven stilled, halfway through placing the coffees on a tray, blinking at Azazel from behind the kitchen counter. “Really?”
Frost angled her head to look at Raven blearily. “Really. You have a little girl's room?”
Raven pointed to the stairs just outside the kitchen door. “Straight up, second on the right.”
Frost nodded, slowly getting up and making her way upstairs while Raven brought the coffees to the table and sat down opposite Azazel. “Is she okay?”
Azazel was still looking at the stairs. “I think she's still hurting from this morning.”
“Do you have any idea what happened?” Raven asked.
“She hasn't said,” Azazel said. He picked up his datapad, “She did find this though.”
Raven took the datapad and looked at it. It was a collage of images, all different angles of one moment. A woman passing close to Charles, their bodies looking as though they might press together for a moment. In some images, Charles was obscuring her face. In others, her hair hid most of her face. The most they seemed to have of this woman was a glimpse of bright eyes, a straight nose and her curled blonde hair.
“Can you get a better picture?” Raven asked.
Azazel nodded, taking the datapad and tapping the screen a few times. “This was picked up from one of the security cameras over the catering entrance. She the closest we could find to the composite image pulled from the angles we could get. It hasn't matched with anyone on the guest list yet.”
Raven looked at the woman in her fine black dress with her bouncy hair and light make up. She seemed so utterly harmless and there she was just striding in, playing with a ring on her finger. Raven shook her head. “Who is she?”
Azazel shrugged. “No idea. We have half of the guest list left to sift through, but most guests don't enter through the back door.”
Raven frowned at the datapad and wondered why this woman would want Charles Xavier dead.
“Emma, hey, it's Raven.”
Frost nodded. “I can see.”
Raven smiled. “Right, sorry. I just wanted to know how it was going. Hank's going to be home late and Leo's having a sleepover at a friends. I'm free if you need any help, or anything.”
Frost frowned, looked away and nodded at someone. She looked back at Raven and said, “Send me your location coordinates?”
Raven sent off a message to Frost and a minute later she and Azazel appeared in Raven's kitchen, both holding datapads in their hands. Raven waved at them, remembering they travelled faster than most. Frost threw her white coat over the back of a chair before she slumped onto it, putting her datapad on the kitchen table, while Azazel took up a place next to her.
“I take it it's going slowly,” Raven said, looking at Frost. She pointed at the drinks unit. “Coffee?”
Frost nodded, closing her eyes. Azazel looked at her and smiled, telling Raven, “Please.”
Raven fixed three cups while Azazel said, “We've made a little progress.”
Raven stilled, halfway through placing the coffees on a tray, blinking at Azazel from behind the kitchen counter. “Really?”
Frost angled her head to look at Raven blearily. “Really. You have a little girl's room?”
Raven pointed to the stairs just outside the kitchen door. “Straight up, second on the right.”
Frost nodded, slowly getting up and making her way upstairs while Raven brought the coffees to the table and sat down opposite Azazel. “Is she okay?”
Azazel was still looking at the stairs. “I think she's still hurting from this morning.”
“Do you have any idea what happened?” Raven asked.
“She hasn't said,” Azazel said. He picked up his datapad, “She did find this though.”
Raven took the datapad and looked at it. It was a collage of images, all different angles of one moment. A woman passing close to Charles, their bodies looking as though they might press together for a moment. In some images, Charles was obscuring her face. In others, her hair hid most of her face. The most they seemed to have of this woman was a glimpse of bright eyes, a straight nose and her curled blonde hair.
“Can you get a better picture?” Raven asked.
Azazel nodded, taking the datapad and tapping the screen a few times. “This was picked up from one of the security cameras over the catering entrance. She the closest we could find to the composite image pulled from the angles we could get. It hasn't matched with anyone on the guest list yet.”
Raven looked at the woman in her fine black dress with her bouncy hair and light make up. She seemed so utterly harmless and there she was just striding in, playing with a ring on her finger. Raven shook her head. “Who is she?”
Azazel shrugged. “No idea. We have half of the guest list left to sift through, but most guests don't enter through the back door.”
Raven frowned at the datapad and wondered why this woman would want Charles Xavier dead.
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