this is just undignified [ota]

[icecoldwit]

Most of the time, Emma was completely at ease. She got her tension headaches; usually caused by Sykes being a total nuisance and messing things up with his own stupidly good intentions, occasionally caused by the stress of over working. But a few headaches was nothing new. She'd been dealing with power related headaches since high school and

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[dame_mystique]

And yes, just when you thought your day couldn't get any better, Mystique happened to be trolling the grounds. She stares down at Emma sitting on the grass and instantly analyses the situation, being an adept at studying body language she finds herself simply amused, if a little intrigued.

"Is the great White Queen having a few problems?" She purses her lips into a mock sympathetic 'kissy' face, not entirely sure why she felt like goading the currently sick psychic.

[icecoldwit]

It had been a long time since someone had referred to her as her taken alias from the Club. Most of the time, around here, she was simply 'Frost'. Not a lot of the team knew anything about the Hellfire Club to actually make comment.

Mystique, however, probably knew all too well.

"Not that I am, but if I were, they are problems that do not concern curious cats. Problems that may or may not result in a catatonic state for anyone who so much as pushes me too far, shapeshifter." Emma knows enough about the shifter to know that Mystique is always more than she seems, but Emma isn't exactly in the mood to exchange witty snark right then.

Maybe some other day, after all, she did so miss the catty verbal stimulation she used to get.

[dame_mystique]

Of course Mystique knew about these things and had researched enough in the past week into every nook and cranny of the private lives of her other members. Many computers had been hacked and more than one office had been broken into.

"Oh believe me, diamond, I'm more than just a curious cat." She does however tap one of the metal boxes strapped to her belt and smirks. "I'm not worried much about the mental catatonia, however." And yes, she'd even hacked some of the computers and files of good old Magneto to find herself a few new tricks over the past years.

[icecoldwit]

Diamond. Oh, it had been longer still since she heard that name. Of course Sebastian had called her that to begin with, due to the diamonds around her neck when she was a dancer. The club appointed that name before she and Shaw took over. But Diamondheart had been dead for a long time.

"A little outdated there blue, but we'll let it slide." Really, she would've wished for a better mood to speak to the notorious Mystique. It wasn't like one could operate in New York without knowing about the woman's reputation, not to mention working with Rogue for the last two years offering that little bit more of an insight. At the comment, Emma raised an eyebrow at Mystique, pity on those who underestimated just how dangerous Emma's psychic powers could be.

[lightbulbtrix]

Bradley hadn't been feeling too hot himself. He chalked it up to whatever flu bug had been going around this year. Since he hadn't caught it yet, he figured it must have been his turn. Having the sniffles all day, he figured it would be best to stay away from any electronics, lest his sneezing short them out.

He tended to think of Emma as somewhat like a goddess, a bit unapproachable and set above the rest of them, even though she had been on the team almost as long as he had. Right now though, all she looked like was a woman who was in a lot of discomfort. Looks like he wasn't the only one feeling under the weather at the moment. "Y'okay there, Emma?" His voice had a stuffed up quality to it.

[icecoldwit]

Chris had always been the shy type, and Emma hadn't really made too big an effort to actually get him to relax around her. She was aware of his perception and hardly minded, but at that point in time, she could've done without the banging in her skull from the loose thoughts.

"Hmm," raising a hand to rub at her temples, Emma just shook her head slightly, pushing her hair out of her face, "hardly, dear." Weakness wasn't her favourite trait, but then what was Bradley going to do with it? He wasn't half as bad as some of the carnivores on the team.

"It'll pass, I'm sure." It damn well better have, "Don't see you around much, everything okay?" She can try for friendly and welcoming, but the tightness in her voice probably shows the strain.

[lightbulbtrix]

"The usual stress of the team getting to you, or is it something extra special?" He hesitantly sat down near her. Bradley knew Emma told it like it was and wouldn't hesitate to tell him to go elsewhere (in less polite terms) if she truly wanted to be alone.

"Oh, just fine. Starting to feel like an old man with all the newcomers on the team." He smiled, though it looked a little strained. He didn't look like he was running one-hundred percent himself. His complexion was paler than usual and there was the start of some dark circles under his eyes. This flu bug certainly was taking it out of him.

[icecoldwit]

"Oh, there's always something." She wasn't actually too sure; it didn't feel like the usual nonsense, but it wasn't too far off, so it could've just been thanks to the several new members and Emma's lack of blocking them all out completely. "I dare say it's just some residual energy, psychic headaches tend to vary." Really, she didn't mind his company. He wasn't like most men she knew, while it was a bit of a running joke about his mousey nature, she found it a little refreshing.

Bradley and Wraith. Definitely a different breed.

"They do seem to be multiplying again, and getting younger every time." She really couldn't believe that anyone had accepted Adrian to the team in his youth. "But you don't exactly look well, dear. Perhaps a visit to the medical center?"

[proper_twinkie]

Unfortunately for Emma, well both of them really, the "secluded spot" she chose happened to be the same secluded spot that Betsy often went to when she wanted to center herself. It was perfect in that it only really had direct sunlight for the first 6 hours of the day so by the hottest part of the day there was enough shade to be comfortable. It was perfect and usually unoccupied until today.

Seeing the blond in her spot made the Brit's temple's throb a little more. Betsy had a headache too but hers was brought on naturally by the incessant background noise of the thoughts around base. Thanks to her link to Phe, she couldn't close her mind completely. Not to mention the link itself was a bit of a strain. Not so much that she had to break it and leave the girl hanging but enough these headache were becoming more frequent.

"Well well well, look who is attempting to be one with nature."

[icecoldwit]

Just Betsy's voice sent another stab of annoyance through Emma's mind and she wasn't at all sure if it had something to do with the woman herself, the womans powers being so similar to Emma's or if it was another thing entirely. Either way, Emma had to shut her mind down for a good thirty seconds just to stop the static noise bubbling in her brain.

"Oh, goodie. The body swap ninja has decided to join me." At her worst, Emma had been prepared to take a ice pick to the back of someone's head -probably not her own, she wasn't exactly that desperate. At this point, the ache had dulled down just slightly that she's more tempted to shift into diamond and just put her fist through something -probably a wall, but she'd be more than happy using someone as a punching bag.

"Please do tell me that there is a point to this, or I may simply have to die from the monotony of it all." Usually, Emma was fine with the back and forth competition that her relationship with Betsy bred. They both had their own impressions and opinions of the other, and

[proper_twinkie]

Well, at least she didn't call her Ninja Barbie. "Not that I wouldn't love another round of witty repartee but I didn't come here for you. It's a regular spot for me and it's ordinarily unoccupied." It wasn't the most subtle of hints.

The longer she had to study the other woman, the more details she picked up on. "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

[icecoldwit]

"No, I am not sick." It was possibly answered a little fast, but Emma wasn't about to give a woman like Betsy that sort of ammunition -imagined or not. "It's just a little tension."

If she could just get it to go away, her temples could stop crushing her head and she could push that horrible nauseous feeling away and crawl back to her room until the remaining agony stopped. "I'll be out of your ridiculous hair in a moment or two."

Because in the mood she was in, she most definitely wouldn't be up to exchanging her usual barbs with Betsy, and then she really would feel sick.