WHAT IF: Leo
12/1/2008
Logfile from Emma.
Some say Leonardo Maxwell is stupid, some say delusional or downright crazy, a few others say unethical, but most people can agree that despite all of his flaws and evil traits, he's incredibly ambitious (Like most evil people). This is the week that the Mutant public have been in an uproar over Nimrod sightings, while Leonardo insists that Nimrod is dead, he, Emma Frost, and the Inner Circle are the only people who know that he didn't actually die, he was simply trapped at the bottom of the ocean.
Though on more casual matters, Leonardo has been awake for about thirty minutes, not bothering to wake Emma up, he's simply sitting in his white King's Pajamas with a thin golden ring worn around his head (No way Emma would let him wear a tacky huge crown). He's flipping through the channels on TV, trying to find any new news before it's time for them to go out.
The TV settles on the channel, there's a commercial with an incredibly happy blonde woman wearing a pink maid outfit with what looks like a cereal box with pink flakes, serving it to people who appear to be living in underground bunkers. "Mmm, Special M! The number one food of Humans, specially designed to keep you up and about while you serve your Mutant Overlords! Now with more M!"
Emma exits the bedroom, pulling a long, silken robe on over the bedroom ensemble of the night before that twines around her calves as she walks. Leo is acknowledged with a telepathic caress, and she moves to the wall and pushes a button that communicates with the kitchen and their human slaves serving there. She orders a breakfast of fruit and juice and tea, then asks, "Have you eaten, darling?"
Leonardo lays back as the TV switches to the news, and they're discussing something about Queen Zenith. "Oh, no I haven't, I just woke up. I'm so exhausted after the last few months, the only time I get to relax is with you. I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to do about Nimrod..." The news reporter says something like 'I guess the first Queen got boring!' then he laughs, but his female anchor goes quiet as two dupes suddenly step on screen, dragging the guy off, then the sudden sound of someone getting terribly beaten up begins off-screen.
"You work too hard," Emma murmurs, then turns her mouth to the intercom and orders his favorite breakfast, pulled easily from his thoughts. She lets go of the button and drifts toward his chair and the television program, her mouth twisting into a frown. She folds her arms in front of her, emphasizing her breasts.
Leonardo reaches forward to pull her down on to his lap, laughing lightly at her frown. "Emma, don't worry about that stuff, /you're/ the one living here with me, /you're/ the highest ranked queen, and after trying so hard to get you, I kept my promise to never betray you, I brought you up here with me, on the top of the world." he assures her, trying to remind her that he doesn't /love/ the other queens. Though his mind momentarily goes elsewhere, still thinking about work, << Alright, if the army doesn't work, I could possibly find a way to lead Nimrod into the core of the moon laser and fire him into the sun, but how... >>
Emma drops into his lap and immediately shifts to a more comfortable position, tucking her bare feet behind his calves and fiddling with the top button of his White King pajamas. Her powers are sunk firmly into his thoughts, tracking the ebb and flow of conscious thought and emotion. << Build a moon base around the laser. He would have to come to investigate, >> she offers silently.
<< That is a good plan, he seems to go where ever Mutants seem to be the most threatening, and that would certainly be it. You're very threatening to my concentration right now... >> Leonardo admits as he moves his hands to open her robes, just taking a peek. He's basically been like a kid in a candy store whenever they're alone, once accidentally firing the moon laser at Venus and carving a huge lean into it in the heat of the moment, in the office. "Is there anywhere you'd like to go today? I was thinking of making a personal appearance in the Human bunkers."
<< Populate it with humans, of course, but put out that it is mutant-only, >> she continues, despite his attention being distracted by lace covered cleavage. She walks her fingers around behind his neck and laces them together. "Is that safe? Remember the last time you did that? That crazy man with the suit?"
<< Yes, the Special M should also make them read as Mutants. >> Leonardo's hands poke, pull, tug, squeeze, and anything else they can do as they're talking. His hands aren't idle, but they're definitely /somewhere/ in the devil's playground. "He's powerful for a Human, I just have to take precautions, I imagine he's possibly compensated for my power by now. But you know, I still have you, and the dinosaur technology."
Emma's nose wrinkles as things that weren't meant to by tugged and pulled are, but she doesn't complain. Aloud, anyway. Though Leo suddenly gets the urge to wrap his hands sedately around her waist instead. "Yes, you do. Anything I can do to help you, darling. You know that."
Leonardo wraps his hands around her waist, gently laying his forehead against her's as he looks into her eyes. "We should get ready to go, we'll take the War Raptor so we don't make a huge scene." << Because there's no way I can sit here any longer, I'm getting the urge to just 'sleep in' again... >>
Emma doesn't have that urge, so she detangles herself and stands just as the door chimes. The servants outside wait for her mental command to enter, which she gives after smiling down at the still sitting Leo. "First breakfast. Who knows when you will find time to eat again today."
Leonardo stands, walking to the silver meal trays and looking over his plate. His favorite breakfast is apparently blueberry pancakes with a small cheese and bacon omelette on the side. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about. Do you want children?"
Emma does not answer until the servants have left after setting out plates and arranging the trays. They back out of the room, bowed over and eyes lowered. Emma looks at Leo and lifts her brows. "I hadn't given it much consideration. Why?"
"Well, I've been thinking about it a lot, we could ensure perfect children if we use science to perfectly combine our DNA and create clones, or if you want to, we could do it the old fashioned way..." Leonardo snickers, sitting down in front of his food and begins cutting into his omelette. "We've never really discussed this, and I know I'm kind of young, but I /am/ the king of the planet..."
Emma glances down and smooths her hands over her silk covered abdomen, her nose crinkling in distaste. "You want children." Of course he does. Thoughts chase around her mind, and then she looks up and over at him. "Clones are not the same thing." She reaches for a small bowl and starts spooning fruit into it.
"Alright, then let's have children together, but we could at least genetically enhance them a bit, to make sure they're not born with horrible defects." Leonardo raises his fork and slides a piece of omelette into his mouth, nodding in approval. "But I wont do anything unless /you/ want to."
"Children with me." Emma looks bemused. "They wouldn't have defects anyway." She wouldn't allow it. "Do you insist on the old-fashioned way?"
"I always insist on the old-fashioned way..." Leonardo adds with a snicker. "But for children, well, I suppose what ever you want. I want to be happy with you, so I'm always willing to compromise." he states before cutting a bite of his pancakes.
"Then children, and we have one of your concubines carry them. They're more suited to being brood mares anyway," Emma decrees, setting the bowl down on the table and sidling over to him in a most distracting manner. "Moreso than I am, aren't they?"
Leonardo gazes, and certainly not into her eyes, weighing the nine months he'd have to go without her against having to make due with concubines the whole time. "I agree, one of them can carry the child. I couldn't bare going nine months without you plus risking your body..."
Emma agrees. Approval radiates like subdued heat from her. "It's settled then. Hurry up and eat, darling. And don't forget your vitamin. I'll go get dressed." She trails a finger up his jawline as she moves behind him.
Leonardo smiles like a child who's earned the approval of his Freudian mother, looking over to the TV as he eats. It's another commercial, this time with a man in a labcoat wearing glasses, with words under him that say 'This is a real scientist'. "Tired of those pesky Human militants maiming you? Sick of that one Mutant House that takes away your powers when you walk into it? Well we have just the thing! Cloning! That's right, with our patented Body Sprout technology, with all natural /ingredients/, you too can register a body and have your soul ripped out after pushing the reset button! Just three monthly installments of nine-hundred-ninety-nine dollars and you will live forever!" Then, scrolling across the bottom of the screen is a disclaimer: Results may vary, most clones will have defects, may melt, drive you insane, or occasionally escape and gain sentience before you actually die.
With that, Leonardo shakes his head, finishing his breakfast to go peek on Emma before getting dressed himself.
Just a day in LEO WORLD.