Commentary for Emma!!!
Some commentary for Emma!
Commentary date: September 25, 2008 (Emma wrote that!)
Log date: Uh... not long ago!
Original log: http://xmm-emma.livejournal.com/141424.html#cutid1
Leonardo isn't dressed for summer, unless you count lighter material in his jacket. He's walking in Emma and Rossi's direction, reading papers in a folder, then he hears it... a sexy beast of a thousand horrors. His head raises and he thinks 'Oh god oh god, I'm not prepared, I didn't prepare!', but he stops a few feet from them and says, "Oh, Miss Frost, Detective, what a coincidence seeing you two here." Smile!
First he was simply afraid because he's trying not to meet with Emma without being mentally prepared, but Leonardo remembers that there was something between Emma and Rossi, from his meetings with him a long time ago. Needless to say, after what Emma said to Leonardo in the office recently about not having anything to offer her, suddenly seeing her with Rossi just absolutely pissed him off and he had to force a smile.
"Well. I wouldn't go so far as to say /jello/, but I've seen a purple accountant or two," Emma laughs, enjoying the score she just made upon him. She takes his arm, just to dig a little more, and just in time to catch the frantic patter of Leo's thoughts. She stops, stopping Rossi with her, and blinks at Leo. "Mr. Maxwell." One can almost hear the unspoken 'darling' dripping in the air.
Creepy. Maxwell, that is. The thought chases purple accountants down a rabbit hole, "--some shit you just shouldn't put in your mouth--" Rossi says cryptically, surrendering his arm to Emma without visible objection, and pauses obligingly to squint at Leonardo. /He/ (the cop) has a pretzel from one of the ubiquitous carts that skate around the park. He breaks off a piece, pops it in his mouth, and chews with great deliberation before swallowing. That there's NYPD irony. "You," he greets without enthusiasm. One can almost hear the unspoken 'asshole' clawing through the air.
Not surprising that Emma's talons have more finesse.
"It's been a long time, I was not aware you two were still associated." Leonardo says with the most neutral tone, still smiling as he thinks, << Bastard, still sleeping with Miss Frost, I should have that invisible kid put a damned horse head in his bed. >> Stray thoughts, but he shakes his head and tries to actually /talk/ to her. << Miss Frost? Can you hear this? I have to ask you something. >>
Leo spotted her grabbing his arm tighter, then the "You," from Rossi. See, Leonardo thinks a lot like some Yakuza boss or an easily pissed off dictator, he really wanted to just slap the piss out of Rossi and cut one of his hands off as a "Don't fuck with me!" move. This is when the murderous thoughts started.
Also "I'm going to offer Emma the Invisible Guy, then she'll come to /my/ arm!", basically became his motive.
Emma's fingers dig deeper into Rossi's arm, but it's clear it's not in response to anything /he/ has said. Her attention is fixed oddly upon Leonardo. "I wouldn't call it association..." she trails off suggestively. Suggestive to just about /anything/. Her eyes peels off of Leo and slide to the corner of her lids which are tilted up toward Rossi's face. That's the only evidence she may have heard Leo's stray thoughts. << How clandestine, Mr. Maxwell. >> Humor and patience coat her mind voice--the sensation both oddly intimate and just plain odd.
Rossi blinks once at Emma's response to Maxwell, his mind directing a questioning << ? >> towards her that is speckled with suspicion and an unfortunate sense of humor. One that might get him in trouble if, say, a certain weather witch were around. "Just ... good friends," he tells Leo blandly, dropping his scarred hand on Emma's around his elbow, a proprietary gesture that would be more platonic if his thumb did not slide a lover's caress across her fingers. Eyelids droop, black lashes veiling much of the expression in his green eyes; his gaze drops to meet Emma's, sardonic amusement glittering in them. Shame on her. Shame on him. Tsk. "Want some pretzel?"
"If you're offering me, no. And it's nice to know that Miss Frost keeps such good company." << Don't impale him with a street light, don't impale him with a street light... >> he mentally chants as his hands ball into fists. << I have an invisible man. I know you're a powerful woman, and I'm in a position to make him do whatever you want, so do you need a person like that? >>
"Not association, WTF?!" Leonardo instantly got the impression that they were "special friends" and that Emma for some reason needed common Human males she can easily control. Then Rossi says "Good friends" and starts touching her, and all hell breaks loose in his head. He was seriously trying to resist just outright ending Rossi, but knew that'd just piss Emma off and get him arrested, then just tried to focus on explaining the invisible man.
<< Rossi, darling. Don't flinch, >> she chides. Blue eyes meet green, and she smiles slyly. << I don't think he likes you very much right now. >> She slides out of Rossi's thoughts and transfers attention and gaze back to Leo. She tightens her grip on Rossi's arm, pressing her chest into it slightly. Invisible men? Hmmm. << Perhaps. You would need to tell me more. >>
The rusty response that filters through to Emma from the detective is cynical in the extreme. << What're you up to, Frost? >> He is a red-blooded male, and past history aside -- the hedonistic backdrop of Rossi's personality registers the pressure of Emma's breasts against his arm and appreciates it, if from a risky remove. << I can live with him not liking. You know about this fuckwit and that whole mutant experimentation thing, right? >> /Lazzaro/, growls a dozing hostility behind the shuttered eyes, and he turns a lazy grin towards Leo. "Wouldn't say good," he demurs aloud, looking the other man up and down with insulting deliberation. "Definitely not /good/."
Circuits are moved, wires are bent, things click, pop, there goes a street lamp's glass. He jumps in surprise, but quickly calms down and sighs. "The city needs to do something about their electrical efficiency." That, and Emma needs to stop touching Rossi, and Rossi needs to stop being an ASS! << Let's see, if I pay the invisible guy enough money, I can definitely... >> He gives Rossi a friendly smile, then focuses on Emma again, much more pleasant. << He's a bit mentally unstable, but not to a dangerous degree from what I can tell so far. He's been raised to suppress his powers, and he needs to use them or he feels like he'll do something bad. Basically, he needs someone to tell him to do bad things and keep him under control, and of course pay him. Of course being an invisible man, I haven't seen him yet, but he'll return to my office in a week for sure. >>
She pressed her chest into his arm, then he said "Definitely not /good/." and Leonardo totally misinterpreted it. He didn't take it as an insult, he took it as Rossi /confirming/ their sexual relationship, and that just made him loopy. For a moment he was just like "Screw what Emma does to me, screw the cops." and started to grab the light so he actually /could/ impale Rossi.
Of course he came to his senses, then just started contemplating all the ways he could get David to just assassinate him. All while he's keeping an outwardly pleasant demeanor. Also, the way he's been trying to basically sell David to Emma is by using his general assumption that she's doing /something/ illegal, and she probably had a few people killed.
<< Oh, I know, >> Emma returns, eyes dropping into shadow behind her lashes. << I know. >> /Her/ mental voice is not rusty, but it still grates like disused metal tearing apart under pressure. << And what I'm up to is nothing more than ensuring that he remains harmless and neutered. >> And if there is a certain sadistic satisfaction to be gleaned from her actions, OH, WELL. << He wanted to make me his queen. Of his new world utopia. After the asteroid hit, >> she adds as an afterthought. One that is utterly and completely deadpanned.
Her eyes flicker wide and toward the sound of popping glass. << And you are telling me this because... >> she bats back to Leo.
Rossi's silent reply is unprintable. For a split-second, his feelings towards Leo surge towards the violent, before reining back: self-control! he has lots! /His/ therapist is actually /good/, in every sense of the word. << Fucker, >> he says agreeably, casts a startled glance up, seconds it with a grimmer glance back to Leo, then deliberately lowers his head to offer Emma a kiss of farewell. Platonic. And ... not. Don't flinch, Emma! "I should get going," he observes. "I got a meeting. See you later?" Undefined as the 'later' is, it leaves open all sorts of possibilities.
"Yes... later." << Gonna kill that bastard, skin him and dump him in a pit of fiber glass... >> he thinks as Rossi is offered a friendly goodbye wave. << I'm telling you because, well, no one gets as rich as you legally, unless somehow you're mind controlling /everyone/. This guy can be ordered to kill people, it's very obvious, he's easily controlled and yet he lacks a certain amount of self control. If you tell him it's alright, he'll lose his sense of guilt and just do it. You don't have anyone you want to kill? Some filthy Human bastard? >> He offers Rossi another glance after thinking that, then looks back to Emma.
That kiss farewell... basically put Rossi on Leonardo's "Kill as soon as I can get away with it." list. Like, he really wants to kill Rossi. Deep down Leonardo sees Emma as like this pseudo mutant goddess, and he has like this rabid worship for her. Unfortunately he's one of those followers who are like "YOU DON'T DESERVE HER BLESSINGS! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!" etc etc.
He thought it was more or less harmless to tell her that he thought she was doing a ton of illegal stuff and mind controlling people, ironically knowing Emma's secret has made him feel closer to her. He sorta has this kinda masochistic "She hurts me because she loves me!" mindset. I blame the perfect storm of boobs, booze, and experiencing a pleasant knee in the crotch.
Flinch? As if. Emma's face is full of wickedness as her hand slides from his elbow, up his arm, and around the ack of his neck to hold Rossi's lips in place a second longer than he intended. "Of course, darling." She releases him and steps back, eyes wide with promise both pleasant and not so for him, then turns back to Leo. "Perhaps we should find a phone and call the city to discuss their maintenance issues," she suggests. << That is a /very/ insulting attitude. >> If at least partially correct. << Why bother with mind control when other methods are just as effective? >>
Deaf to Leo's homicidal intentions, although possibly not unaware of them, Rossi lifts his eyebrow at Emma, a silent laugh skittering from his mind to hers, and ambles off with a parting nod to Leo. Irrational, the quixotic, tangled affection that mutely bids farewell to the woman. Then again, the detective is not noted for his instincts for self-preservation.
"Yes, this city is falling apart..." Leonardo runs a hand through his hair, a subtle look of frustration beginning to form on his face when Rossi leaves. << I know the position I'm in with you, I can't do anything that remotely displeases you at any given moment, but... nevermind, I shouldn't complain, it's childish. >> Of course, he's still thinking what he doesn't want to think-say to her, so choosing not to is kind of moot. << Damnit, why does she have to tell me she sleeps with a bunch of rich Human bastards? I swear, I'll... I'll... I'll kill every Human male on the surface of the Earth! >> Of course a bit more of what Emma is supposed to hear comes through again, << So, do you want the Invisible man for anything at all? I don't mean it as an insult, it's just another resource for you. >>
Emma holds her lips there longer, Leonardo becomes more homicidal, there's a pattern somewhere in there!
At first Leonardo was about to get scared shitless because she seemed like she was getting angry, but then she mentioned /other/ methods and /he/ got angry and a bit depressed. He doesn't even care if he can sleep with her or not (Alright, so he does care, and he'd probably go wrestle Magneto naked with a football helmet to get into her pants, but that's not the point), but he doesn't want to share her, he sees Emma as this innocently mischievous woman who gets taken advantage of.
The way he thinks isn't always grounded in reality, but despite everything she's done to him, he thinks she's very vulnerable and her sleeping with guys is /their/ fault, not hers (Though he thinks she's kind of a bitch when she throws it in his face). Oh, and funfact: If he took over the world he /would/ kill every Human male. Then every Mutant male based on if they slept with Emma or not.
Also, the thing he was going to complain about but instead thought (Without thinking that she could just read it), was her telling him about other guys. He basically wanted to say "Please stop telling me, it hurts my feelings.", but he doesn't wanna seem like a whiny bastard to her.
Emma holds herself still, shifting her weight to one hip and planting a hand on it, while the other hand tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. "I might be interested. But you /still/ haven't told me what you hope to gain through this bit of information." Who is she /supposed/ to sleep with, hmm? Human males far outnumber their superior counterparts. Not that Emma hasn't found a fair number of those two.
She's supposed to sleep with Leonardo, this is how the world works! "Well, could you possibly stop spying on me so I can think freely without worrying about upsetting you at any given moment of that day? And could you please not make me do anything I don't want to..." he requests with a tame demeanor, possibly expecting her to suddenly slap him for insubordination. "That's all I want, and um, possibly Hellfire Club membership?" he throws out there as a randomly casual request.
This is the part where he assumes Emma has mercy, and snuck in the Hellfire Club part to see how easy it might be for him to get in. He /is/ Leonardo Maxwell after all (He thinks that means something).
Is that so. Well, get the world to tell her so and she'll consider it. Maybe. Emma laughs. "And if I were to tell you that I actually rarely spy on you, would you even believe me?" As for the other... Leo is suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of pleasure that reaches down into his toes and threatens to curl them up to his hairline in a convulsive spasm. << Do you /really/ want me to stay out of your head? >>
"I, probably not, but can you at least not make me act like a farm animal in public again?" Leonardo suddenly bites his bottom lip, closing his eyes as that busted street lamp starts to shake. He's not trying to break the lamp, he's trying to restrain himself from doing so. << N-no ma'am... just please, do what you will with me in private, but stop embarrassing me in public, that's all I want... >>
See, Emma just made a /huge/ mistake here. Leo gets turned on (Whether she was trying to or not), and he assumes she did it on purpose. Now he has /hope/ that she'll sleep with him. On the bright side, he settles for a lack of /public/ embarrassment and becomes ten times more obedient.
Emma appears to consider his request for a moment. The smile that precedes her response does not bode well for him. She takes a step closer. "I think not. I consider this..." The pleasurable sensation subsides, then ripples up again as she leans in to whisper against his ear, "An /experiment/, darling."
"A-an experiment...?" Leonardo's mind fills with various images associated with the word experiment, most of them involving Emma spilling hot candlewax, or kissing Jean. "You know I'm loyal to you..." << If I weren't, don't you think I would have simply sent the invisible man to kill you so you would stop doing this? Instead, I'm offering him to you, I would never betray you, I'm giving you more power... I'm just as useful as any of those Human men! >>
No, experiment did not make him think she was trying to harm him or test him in some way, it made him think "Wow, Emma is kinky, this is hot...". Then he begins sucking up and trying to convince Emma of how much of an awesome tool he is, and gets a bit whiny and immature by the end.
Also, another funfact: Leonardo thinks getting into Jean's pants would be easier than Emma's, and figures he will somehow use this to make his fantasy 'come true!
<< And what makes you think invisibility would have been a hinderance to me? >> Emma snaps briskly as she steps back, the pleasure slowly morphing into despair. Jean? /Really/? Emma doesn't know who she'd rather be paired with less. Jean or Betsy. "Of course you are useful, and I appreciate the information. I will need some method of communication for him."
<< I don't know, I just, I'm saying that I would never betray you, you're my queen, and one day I hope you see me as valuable enough to have the honor of being your king... >> Leonardo of course grows more depressed, images of Emma with /filthy/ Human men popping into his head. "If you want to communicate with him, you could give me a number or an address to relay to him when he returns to me. I warn you he's not very mature, but that sometimes comes with being easily manipulated..."
Leo just essentially said he wants to marry her, if no one got that before. And by marry, I mean ride around on Mutant Madrox Dinosaur Clones in the Post Apocalyptic Mutant World, also known as Planet Maxwell, featuring Emma Maxwell.
The wonders of Jamie science!
At this point he starts trying to fight off depression and avoid the invisibility question, he's dug his grave enough to somewhat know when he's doing it (There's only a 95% margin of error now!). Also ICly, he said David is not very mature and easily manipulated just to make himself look better and not be replaced. OOCly, I said it because I love irony.
Emma gives him a /very/ odd look. King? ORLY? "I would prefer to observe him, maybe even interact with him before making him aware of my identity." YOU UNDERSTAND.
"Oh, yes, that's fine." Leonardo pulls out one of his business cards, writing on the back of it and holding it out to her. "I assume since you do a lot of business, you know how to access an FTP. Connect to that and there will be full video and audio of the session I had with him last night. Also that other address is a private feed, I had it installed back when I still... well." << Back when I still thought Magneto was some kind of hero and would want access to my work. >> "Just use that username and password for both."
Magneto ruined his chances at therapy voyeur awesomness, 'cause he's too good for us lesser metal controlling Mutants! So Leonardo gave Emma that privilege, also an attempt to convince her that he's giving her every shred of trust he has. He figures his life is already screwed if she gets pissed at him, so he has nothing to lose by just giving her everything.
The password is EmmaIsGreatX0X0X0X02! Case sensitive.
Emma takes the card between index and middle finger and pulls it from his hand. "Thank you, Leonardo. I will be in contact." Maybe more than he realizes! With a narrow-eyed smile, she turns on the ball of her foot and starts to walk away.
"Yes Miss Frost. Um, I don't tell you enough, but you're really incredible..." Leonardo compliments as she walks away, just watching her and thinking lewd thoughts due to her earlier telepathic pleasures... then depression and gross Human guys hit again. Damn.
Last minute sucking up, and then he goes to take a bath and look at his vast collection of Emma pictures to get the images of old fat politicians all over her out of his head.
I'd like to OOCly note that I enjoy RPing with Emma because it's like that curious feeling when you poke a bees nest wondering if it's empty, gonna swarm you, or possibly has honey in it. Unfortunately the poker is too stupid to know that if it has honey then it's obviously populated and gonna hurt like hell.
Aside from my rambling confusing analogy, Emma is definitely fun and I love seeing what she'll do to Leo next.
One last funfact: I go into every Emma scene expecting sudden cranial combustion.
Commentary date: September 25, 2008 (Emma wrote that!)
Log date: Uh... not long ago!
Original log: http://xmm-emma.livejournal.com/141424.html#cutid1
Leonardo isn't dressed for summer, unless you count lighter material in his jacket. He's walking in Emma and Rossi's direction, reading papers in a folder, then he hears it... a sexy beast of a thousand horrors. His head raises and he thinks 'Oh god oh god, I'm not prepared, I didn't prepare!', but he stops a few feet from them and says, "Oh, Miss Frost, Detective, what a coincidence seeing you two here." Smile!
First he was simply afraid because he's trying not to meet with Emma without being mentally prepared, but Leonardo remembers that there was something between Emma and Rossi, from his meetings with him a long time ago. Needless to say, after what Emma said to Leonardo in the office recently about not having anything to offer her, suddenly seeing her with Rossi just absolutely pissed him off and he had to force a smile.
"Well. I wouldn't go so far as to say /jello/, but I've seen a purple accountant or two," Emma laughs, enjoying the score she just made upon him. She takes his arm, just to dig a little more, and just in time to catch the frantic patter of Leo's thoughts. She stops, stopping Rossi with her, and blinks at Leo. "Mr. Maxwell." One can almost hear the unspoken 'darling' dripping in the air.
Creepy. Maxwell, that is. The thought chases purple accountants down a rabbit hole, "--some shit you just shouldn't put in your mouth--" Rossi says cryptically, surrendering his arm to Emma without visible objection, and pauses obligingly to squint at Leonardo. /He/ (the cop) has a pretzel from one of the ubiquitous carts that skate around the park. He breaks off a piece, pops it in his mouth, and chews with great deliberation before swallowing. That there's NYPD irony. "You," he greets without enthusiasm. One can almost hear the unspoken 'asshole' clawing through the air.
Not surprising that Emma's talons have more finesse.
"It's been a long time, I was not aware you two were still associated." Leonardo says with the most neutral tone, still smiling as he thinks, << Bastard, still sleeping with Miss Frost, I should have that invisible kid put a damned horse head in his bed. >> Stray thoughts, but he shakes his head and tries to actually /talk/ to her. << Miss Frost? Can you hear this? I have to ask you something. >>
Leo spotted her grabbing his arm tighter, then the "You," from Rossi. See, Leonardo thinks a lot like some Yakuza boss or an easily pissed off dictator, he really wanted to just slap the piss out of Rossi and cut one of his hands off as a "Don't fuck with me!" move. This is when the murderous thoughts started.
Also "I'm going to offer Emma the Invisible Guy, then she'll come to /my/ arm!", basically became his motive.
Emma's fingers dig deeper into Rossi's arm, but it's clear it's not in response to anything /he/ has said. Her attention is fixed oddly upon Leonardo. "I wouldn't call it association..." she trails off suggestively. Suggestive to just about /anything/. Her eyes peels off of Leo and slide to the corner of her lids which are tilted up toward Rossi's face. That's the only evidence she may have heard Leo's stray thoughts. << How clandestine, Mr. Maxwell. >> Humor and patience coat her mind voice--the sensation both oddly intimate and just plain odd.
Rossi blinks once at Emma's response to Maxwell, his mind directing a questioning << ? >> towards her that is speckled with suspicion and an unfortunate sense of humor. One that might get him in trouble if, say, a certain weather witch were around. "Just ... good friends," he tells Leo blandly, dropping his scarred hand on Emma's around his elbow, a proprietary gesture that would be more platonic if his thumb did not slide a lover's caress across her fingers. Eyelids droop, black lashes veiling much of the expression in his green eyes; his gaze drops to meet Emma's, sardonic amusement glittering in them. Shame on her. Shame on him. Tsk. "Want some pretzel?"
"If you're offering me, no. And it's nice to know that Miss Frost keeps such good company." << Don't impale him with a street light, don't impale him with a street light... >> he mentally chants as his hands ball into fists. << I have an invisible man. I know you're a powerful woman, and I'm in a position to make him do whatever you want, so do you need a person like that? >>
"Not association, WTF?!" Leonardo instantly got the impression that they were "special friends" and that Emma for some reason needed common Human males she can easily control. Then Rossi says "Good friends" and starts touching her, and all hell breaks loose in his head. He was seriously trying to resist just outright ending Rossi, but knew that'd just piss Emma off and get him arrested, then just tried to focus on explaining the invisible man.
<< Rossi, darling. Don't flinch, >> she chides. Blue eyes meet green, and she smiles slyly. << I don't think he likes you very much right now. >> She slides out of Rossi's thoughts and transfers attention and gaze back to Leo. She tightens her grip on Rossi's arm, pressing her chest into it slightly. Invisible men? Hmmm. << Perhaps. You would need to tell me more. >>
The rusty response that filters through to Emma from the detective is cynical in the extreme. << What're you up to, Frost? >> He is a red-blooded male, and past history aside -- the hedonistic backdrop of Rossi's personality registers the pressure of Emma's breasts against his arm and appreciates it, if from a risky remove. << I can live with him not liking. You know about this fuckwit and that whole mutant experimentation thing, right? >> /Lazzaro/, growls a dozing hostility behind the shuttered eyes, and he turns a lazy grin towards Leo. "Wouldn't say good," he demurs aloud, looking the other man up and down with insulting deliberation. "Definitely not /good/."
Circuits are moved, wires are bent, things click, pop, there goes a street lamp's glass. He jumps in surprise, but quickly calms down and sighs. "The city needs to do something about their electrical efficiency." That, and Emma needs to stop touching Rossi, and Rossi needs to stop being an ASS! << Let's see, if I pay the invisible guy enough money, I can definitely... >> He gives Rossi a friendly smile, then focuses on Emma again, much more pleasant. << He's a bit mentally unstable, but not to a dangerous degree from what I can tell so far. He's been raised to suppress his powers, and he needs to use them or he feels like he'll do something bad. Basically, he needs someone to tell him to do bad things and keep him under control, and of course pay him. Of course being an invisible man, I haven't seen him yet, but he'll return to my office in a week for sure. >>
She pressed her chest into his arm, then he said "Definitely not /good/." and Leonardo totally misinterpreted it. He didn't take it as an insult, he took it as Rossi /confirming/ their sexual relationship, and that just made him loopy. For a moment he was just like "Screw what Emma does to me, screw the cops." and started to grab the light so he actually /could/ impale Rossi.
Of course he came to his senses, then just started contemplating all the ways he could get David to just assassinate him. All while he's keeping an outwardly pleasant demeanor. Also, the way he's been trying to basically sell David to Emma is by using his general assumption that she's doing /something/ illegal, and she probably had a few people killed.
<< Oh, I know, >> Emma returns, eyes dropping into shadow behind her lashes. << I know. >> /Her/ mental voice is not rusty, but it still grates like disused metal tearing apart under pressure. << And what I'm up to is nothing more than ensuring that he remains harmless and neutered. >> And if there is a certain sadistic satisfaction to be gleaned from her actions, OH, WELL. << He wanted to make me his queen. Of his new world utopia. After the asteroid hit, >> she adds as an afterthought. One that is utterly and completely deadpanned.
Her eyes flicker wide and toward the sound of popping glass. << And you are telling me this because... >> she bats back to Leo.
Rossi's silent reply is unprintable. For a split-second, his feelings towards Leo surge towards the violent, before reining back: self-control! he has lots! /His/ therapist is actually /good/, in every sense of the word. << Fucker, >> he says agreeably, casts a startled glance up, seconds it with a grimmer glance back to Leo, then deliberately lowers his head to offer Emma a kiss of farewell. Platonic. And ... not. Don't flinch, Emma! "I should get going," he observes. "I got a meeting. See you later?" Undefined as the 'later' is, it leaves open all sorts of possibilities.
"Yes... later." << Gonna kill that bastard, skin him and dump him in a pit of fiber glass... >> he thinks as Rossi is offered a friendly goodbye wave. << I'm telling you because, well, no one gets as rich as you legally, unless somehow you're mind controlling /everyone/. This guy can be ordered to kill people, it's very obvious, he's easily controlled and yet he lacks a certain amount of self control. If you tell him it's alright, he'll lose his sense of guilt and just do it. You don't have anyone you want to kill? Some filthy Human bastard? >> He offers Rossi another glance after thinking that, then looks back to Emma.
That kiss farewell... basically put Rossi on Leonardo's "Kill as soon as I can get away with it." list. Like, he really wants to kill Rossi. Deep down Leonardo sees Emma as like this pseudo mutant goddess, and he has like this rabid worship for her. Unfortunately he's one of those followers who are like "YOU DON'T DESERVE HER BLESSINGS! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!" etc etc.
He thought it was more or less harmless to tell her that he thought she was doing a ton of illegal stuff and mind controlling people, ironically knowing Emma's secret has made him feel closer to her. He sorta has this kinda masochistic "She hurts me because she loves me!" mindset. I blame the perfect storm of boobs, booze, and experiencing a pleasant knee in the crotch.
Flinch? As if. Emma's face is full of wickedness as her hand slides from his elbow, up his arm, and around the ack of his neck to hold Rossi's lips in place a second longer than he intended. "Of course, darling." She releases him and steps back, eyes wide with promise both pleasant and not so for him, then turns back to Leo. "Perhaps we should find a phone and call the city to discuss their maintenance issues," she suggests. << That is a /very/ insulting attitude. >> If at least partially correct. << Why bother with mind control when other methods are just as effective? >>
Deaf to Leo's homicidal intentions, although possibly not unaware of them, Rossi lifts his eyebrow at Emma, a silent laugh skittering from his mind to hers, and ambles off with a parting nod to Leo. Irrational, the quixotic, tangled affection that mutely bids farewell to the woman. Then again, the detective is not noted for his instincts for self-preservation.
"Yes, this city is falling apart..." Leonardo runs a hand through his hair, a subtle look of frustration beginning to form on his face when Rossi leaves. << I know the position I'm in with you, I can't do anything that remotely displeases you at any given moment, but... nevermind, I shouldn't complain, it's childish. >> Of course, he's still thinking what he doesn't want to think-say to her, so choosing not to is kind of moot. << Damnit, why does she have to tell me she sleeps with a bunch of rich Human bastards? I swear, I'll... I'll... I'll kill every Human male on the surface of the Earth! >> Of course a bit more of what Emma is supposed to hear comes through again, << So, do you want the Invisible man for anything at all? I don't mean it as an insult, it's just another resource for you. >>
Emma holds her lips there longer, Leonardo becomes more homicidal, there's a pattern somewhere in there!
At first Leonardo was about to get scared shitless because she seemed like she was getting angry, but then she mentioned /other/ methods and /he/ got angry and a bit depressed. He doesn't even care if he can sleep with her or not (Alright, so he does care, and he'd probably go wrestle Magneto naked with a football helmet to get into her pants, but that's not the point), but he doesn't want to share her, he sees Emma as this innocently mischievous woman who gets taken advantage of.
The way he thinks isn't always grounded in reality, but despite everything she's done to him, he thinks she's very vulnerable and her sleeping with guys is /their/ fault, not hers (Though he thinks she's kind of a bitch when she throws it in his face). Oh, and funfact: If he took over the world he /would/ kill every Human male. Then every Mutant male based on if they slept with Emma or not.
Also, the thing he was going to complain about but instead thought (Without thinking that she could just read it), was her telling him about other guys. He basically wanted to say "Please stop telling me, it hurts my feelings.", but he doesn't wanna seem like a whiny bastard to her.
Emma holds herself still, shifting her weight to one hip and planting a hand on it, while the other hand tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. "I might be interested. But you /still/ haven't told me what you hope to gain through this bit of information." Who is she /supposed/ to sleep with, hmm? Human males far outnumber their superior counterparts. Not that Emma hasn't found a fair number of those two.
She's supposed to sleep with Leonardo, this is how the world works! "Well, could you possibly stop spying on me so I can think freely without worrying about upsetting you at any given moment of that day? And could you please not make me do anything I don't want to..." he requests with a tame demeanor, possibly expecting her to suddenly slap him for insubordination. "That's all I want, and um, possibly Hellfire Club membership?" he throws out there as a randomly casual request.
This is the part where he assumes Emma has mercy, and snuck in the Hellfire Club part to see how easy it might be for him to get in. He /is/ Leonardo Maxwell after all (He thinks that means something).
Is that so. Well, get the world to tell her so and she'll consider it. Maybe. Emma laughs. "And if I were to tell you that I actually rarely spy on you, would you even believe me?" As for the other... Leo is suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of pleasure that reaches down into his toes and threatens to curl them up to his hairline in a convulsive spasm. << Do you /really/ want me to stay out of your head? >>
"I, probably not, but can you at least not make me act like a farm animal in public again?" Leonardo suddenly bites his bottom lip, closing his eyes as that busted street lamp starts to shake. He's not trying to break the lamp, he's trying to restrain himself from doing so. << N-no ma'am... just please, do what you will with me in private, but stop embarrassing me in public, that's all I want... >>
See, Emma just made a /huge/ mistake here. Leo gets turned on (Whether she was trying to or not), and he assumes she did it on purpose. Now he has /hope/ that she'll sleep with him. On the bright side, he settles for a lack of /public/ embarrassment and becomes ten times more obedient.
Emma appears to consider his request for a moment. The smile that precedes her response does not bode well for him. She takes a step closer. "I think not. I consider this..." The pleasurable sensation subsides, then ripples up again as she leans in to whisper against his ear, "An /experiment/, darling."
"A-an experiment...?" Leonardo's mind fills with various images associated with the word experiment, most of them involving Emma spilling hot candlewax, or kissing Jean. "You know I'm loyal to you..." << If I weren't, don't you think I would have simply sent the invisible man to kill you so you would stop doing this? Instead, I'm offering him to you, I would never betray you, I'm giving you more power... I'm just as useful as any of those Human men! >>
No, experiment did not make him think she was trying to harm him or test him in some way, it made him think "Wow, Emma is kinky, this is hot...". Then he begins sucking up and trying to convince Emma of how much of an awesome tool he is, and gets a bit whiny and immature by the end.
Also, another funfact: Leonardo thinks getting into Jean's pants would be easier than Emma's, and figures he will somehow use this to make his fantasy 'come true!
<< And what makes you think invisibility would have been a hinderance to me? >> Emma snaps briskly as she steps back, the pleasure slowly morphing into despair. Jean? /Really/? Emma doesn't know who she'd rather be paired with less. Jean or Betsy. "Of course you are useful, and I appreciate the information. I will need some method of communication for him."
<< I don't know, I just, I'm saying that I would never betray you, you're my queen, and one day I hope you see me as valuable enough to have the honor of being your king... >> Leonardo of course grows more depressed, images of Emma with /filthy/ Human men popping into his head. "If you want to communicate with him, you could give me a number or an address to relay to him when he returns to me. I warn you he's not very mature, but that sometimes comes with being easily manipulated..."
Leo just essentially said he wants to marry her, if no one got that before. And by marry, I mean ride around on Mutant Madrox Dinosaur Clones in the Post Apocalyptic Mutant World, also known as Planet Maxwell, featuring Emma Maxwell.
The wonders of Jamie science!
At this point he starts trying to fight off depression and avoid the invisibility question, he's dug his grave enough to somewhat know when he's doing it (There's only a 95% margin of error now!). Also ICly, he said David is not very mature and easily manipulated just to make himself look better and not be replaced. OOCly, I said it because I love irony.
Emma gives him a /very/ odd look. King? ORLY? "I would prefer to observe him, maybe even interact with him before making him aware of my identity." YOU UNDERSTAND.
"Oh, yes, that's fine." Leonardo pulls out one of his business cards, writing on the back of it and holding it out to her. "I assume since you do a lot of business, you know how to access an FTP. Connect to that and there will be full video and audio of the session I had with him last night. Also that other address is a private feed, I had it installed back when I still... well." << Back when I still thought Magneto was some kind of hero and would want access to my work. >> "Just use that username and password for both."
Magneto ruined his chances at therapy voyeur awesomness, 'cause he's too good for us lesser metal controlling Mutants! So Leonardo gave Emma that privilege, also an attempt to convince her that he's giving her every shred of trust he has. He figures his life is already screwed if she gets pissed at him, so he has nothing to lose by just giving her everything.
The password is EmmaIsGreatX0X0X0X02! Case sensitive.
Emma takes the card between index and middle finger and pulls it from his hand. "Thank you, Leonardo. I will be in contact." Maybe more than he realizes! With a narrow-eyed smile, she turns on the ball of her foot and starts to walk away.
"Yes Miss Frost. Um, I don't tell you enough, but you're really incredible..." Leonardo compliments as she walks away, just watching her and thinking lewd thoughts due to her earlier telepathic pleasures... then depression and gross Human guys hit again. Damn.
Last minute sucking up, and then he goes to take a bath and look at his vast collection of Emma pictures to get the images of old fat politicians all over her out of his head.
I'd like to OOCly note that I enjoy RPing with Emma because it's like that curious feeling when you poke a bees nest wondering if it's empty, gonna swarm you, or possibly has honey in it. Unfortunately the poker is too stupid to know that if it has honey then it's obviously populated and gonna hurt like hell.
Aside from my rambling confusing analogy, Emma is definitely fun and I love seeing what she'll do to Leo next.
One last funfact: I go into every Emma scene expecting sudden cranial combustion.