The Inner Circle

Hangovers are more of a bitch than me

2008-11-14T20:16:00.000-08:00

So I've finally begun to come to. I can only wonder how long I've blacked out for. Perhaps I need to see Tony and Carol about going to AA.

What the bloody hell is going on and why do I have a certificate from the "Amazing Mutant Race 4"?

And who is this Nathan Petrelli character?

Evil is as Evil does

2006-04-14T15:25:00.000-07:00

After Chales's party, I had come to a very hard decision. I felt the need to go through with my plans for world domination. So I gathered up my girls to discuss the matter with them.

"Girls, would you like to help me rule the world?" I asked them after explaining my thoughts.

The Stepford Cuckoos discussed it amongst themselves for a minute.

"We would love to Miss Frost."

"Yes of course."

"You didn't even have to ask."

"We'll be unstoppable."

"May we destroy Mr. Quire in the process?"

"Yes he is quite the little snot."

"His mind is too weak."

"Did you know he likes Sophie?"

"Ew. Don't remind me."

"He's the Professor's favorite."

I shushed them gently with a hand. "Now, girls, do you know of the best place to begin the take over? I thought I would consult you first."

"Russia is the largest country."

"Japan has a powerful military."

"Canada is always neutral; no one would expect it."

"The U.K. is lovely. Besides it has many alies and is near the rest of Europe."

"What about India?"

"England it is." I said. "I have a spare Cerebra there. We can use it there."

We set off for my English Villa that afternoon. My girls have studied well and are quite the little masterminds.

As soon as we landed, just outside of London, we gathered in my limo and proceeded onward. As we waited in traffic, I spotted a very lovely man through my window. I put the window down and stared for a moment. Our eyes met, we shared a delicious thought and then the limo began to move again.

"I hope Mr. Worthington doesn't mind sharing."

"Miss Frost has the best taste in men."

"I do hope we see him again."

"We will."

"He had a very lovely ass."

The girls giggled.

I was so flustered, I didn't even correct their behavior. I was lost in thought about that man and about my plans for ruling the world. There was nothing I could do but smirk in spite of myself and my foolish thoughts.

The Witch is dead

2006-04-09T17:12:00.000-07:00

Well that stunt double of mine is dead... And it wasn't even during the mission. She died in some antimutant protest.... Well at least now it isn't my fault.

Anyways, dear. I am officially the new trendsetter in Japan. As you can see, Emma Frost is better than Magneto. Sorry Erik, dear, but gorgeous women beat bitter old men.

Oh dear...

2006-04-08T10:52:00.001-07:00

Well, it seems Charles has taken my stunt double along for the fight against Jean. I do hope she will be alright. Her telepathic skills aren't quite up to par, I'm afraid. The only thing she can manage is to make people believe they are hamsters. Oh well. I do hope Hallmark makes a "Sorry I got your daughter eaten by a psychopathic Life and Fire incarnate Phoenix.". Otherwise, I don't know what I'd do. Perhaps a nice bouquet could compensate?

Well, whatever. I think Magneto was offering to marry me in his last comment. Of course, it seems conditional that I must first aid him in his pathetic attempts to rule the world. Well, sorry, Erik dear. If and when I take over the world, you and every other man alive would be kissing my well manicured toes and forsaking all other women. I have better allies than you, Erik. I have your daughter, Wanda. Don't worry, Erik... I'll give you some small country for you to rule over under me.

Anyways, enough about my plans for world domination and what not. My meeting with the Yoshida Clan have gone rather well. In exchange for a small fee, they have agreed to come up with a new trend. I'm positive they will have a splendid idea and I will speak to them once more soon.

Now tell me you missed Auntie Emma.

2006-04-04T17:50:00.000-07:00

I thought I should check in. After all, it has been ages since I last updated you on my well being.

Unlike Jean, I have no real excuse for my absence and I hope you can forgive me, dears.

I hear Jean has gone evil once again. Which means Scott is going to be whining more than usual. Luckily I'm in Tokyo and hopefully he cannot find me.

I'm here in Tokyo attempting to dissuade the people from falling under Magneto's influence. Its harder than it sounds, my little pigeons. These Japanese people adore this whole Magneto propaganda phenomena. I myself own at least three "Magneto Was Right" designer outfits. Not that I condone that style, but it is rather cute.

As for the propaganda outbreak, I doubt it is anything. It will probably die within a few weeks. In any case, I have a meeting with the Clan Yoshida in a few days. So hopefully their influence can end this fad.

Skank, my Foot

2006-01-25T16:27:00.000-08:00

Finally. I have been saved by the X-Men, though it took them forever.

After many years of scheduling and collaboration, Betsy, Storm and I finally got around to having a press conference regarding my attire. Aparently it also served as intervention.

We sat down and sipped our tea lightly. A man toward the back of the crowd raised his hand after a while. "Yes?" I called, raising a brow at him.

He adjusted his glasses. "Miss Frost?" he began, "Is it true that you only wear corset variations?"

"Of course not. When I was teaching my Generation X students, I wore a full body suit and such. And the outfit I am in now is quite tasteful."

After a few more questions, I was rudely interrupted by a hysterical mother. "YOU ARE A SKANK!" she yelled at me.

My lip quivered in rage. "What makes me any different than them!" I pointed at Betsy and Ororo.

"Well..." she began, the room becoming silent, "Miss Braddock is a ninja. And Miss Munroe was never evil."

I glared. "How can a ninja sodding well be sneaky in a bathing suit variation? And Ororo had horid hair in the 80's." She was about to say something but I stopped her. "They aren't the only only one's who dress like tramps either! There's Rahne, Tessa, Wanda, Rachel, and Polaris. Even the sodding boys joined in! Logan ran around in boxers. Bobby only wore a speedo under his iceform in the early days. Piotr wore a codpiece. Remy has wandered the corridors in boxers. Hell, even Jean and the Professor have been scantily clad."

No one in the room seem too pleased with my retaliation. I pushed a few of their bliss buttons and they all fell to the ground, asleep. "Infants." I hissed, leaving.

And before I forget...

Four Jobs You’ve Had In Your Life
Dancer
Student
Teacher
On again off again Villain

Four Places You’ve Lived
Boston, Massachusetts
Empire State Dorms
Hellfire Club House
The X-Men Mansion

Four TV Shows You Love To Watch
Project Runway
America's Next Top Model
The Madness of Henry VIII Documentary
American Idol

Four Places You’ve Been On Vacation
London
Astral Plane
Genosha
Madripoor

Four Blogs You Visit Daily
Professor Xavier
Jean Grey-Summers
Selene
Northstar

Four Of Your Favorite Foods
Salade
Martinis
Sushi
Chocolate

Four Places You’d Rather Be
San Fransisco, Californina
Quebec, Canada
Paris, France
Rome, Italy

Four Albums You Can’t Live Without
I make my own album's dear...

Four Vehicles You’ve Owned
A white limo
A black limo
That darling town car
Mustang convertable

Four People To Be Tagged
Jean Grey-Summers
Selene
Northstar
Scarlet Witch

And here's the pitch

2006-01-08T09:55:00.000-08:00

Alright, so I began posting. Jean had given me a pep talk over AOL, so I decided to give it another shot.

The other day, I was attending Rachel's charity baseball game. It wasn't fun at all for me, at least. That little lemning was quite over zealous and would not stop bashing my baseball skills, of which I have none.

As the game started, I took my position and kept focus on Rachel. She had a devilish smile across her face, so I scowled at her. She wound the pitch and the ball hard. Fortunately, the ball was out of the strikezone. "Ball one!" the umpire called.

"Made you flinch Emma darling." Rachel laughed. I narrowed my eyes even more. I'd have to deal with her later.

I noticed she was beginning to wind another pitch. The crowd was cheering and I was deeply upset. Scott was yelling at me and it was beginning to irritate me. I gripped my bat tighter and concentrated on Rachel's puny mind. She was going in for another fastball. I tweaked her mind just at the right moment, throwing her aim off.

"Ball two!" the umpire called again.

I smirked while Rachel glowered at me. "Cheater!" she yelled accusingly.

"Skank!" I spat. She started running at me, about to knock me over. Sensing this, I turned diamond and cracked my bat over her head. We began attacking eachother's mind after this. And then, after our minds were exhausted, we began throwing punches. Of course I won that bout. Scott and Logan had to drag us away from eachother. But at least I taught that little tart a life lesson, never mess with Auntie Emma.

How dare you all...

2006-01-03T19:04:00.000-08:00

I have decided that I shall be leaving the blogging communitiy shortly. I know you'll be sad to see me leave, but it is your own fault really. Me and my "blogging buddy", also aptly named Emma, have decided that we can no longer take the insensitive nature of the group.

I hate the way that insensitive twit Gaia picked on me from day one and now Professor Xavier is insinuating that I am a whore. I find it gravely distasteful as I would never go after a man who is happily married especially for a competition. I tried to use this blog to show that I am a person with real emotions. But now, thanks to some grievenses, I have become utterly offended.

Perhaps I will return one day. You never know. But for now, I cannot take the insufferable cruelty that has been so carelessly bestowed upon me.

Back to the Drawing Board

2005-12-27T18:52:00.000-08:00

So much for returning to the Hellfire Clucb. After a grand holiday with a multitude of strippers and drunks (I myself awoke with a rudolph nose on), Jean destroyed it. That tart Selene and Shaw were the only ones to escape. Jean left me alive of course, just for the sake of Scott.

Speaking of the little lemning, as I was returning to my limo to go back to the Mansion, after the destruction of the Club, Scott ran up to me and gave me a kiss. My first thought was to smack him away, but I let it slide, this time. I waited a few minutes and then he stopped. "What the hell was that?" I asked

"I'm a Mormon now. So I can have as many wives as I want in Utah!" he told me excitedly. He reminded me of a small child.

"Not all Mormons are polygamists dear. But I have a charity game with Rachel in a few days. I should be going." I said, trying to get into my limo. He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder. I tried to invade his mind, but has soon as the idea popped into my head, Scott then placed one of those ghastly Genoshan collars on my neck. Why did we ever keep a spare one around the mansion? I then decided to scream, but unfortunately that little bastard bound and gagged me. I could do nothing but glower. He took my limo to the airport where he flew my private jet to Utah.

After we landed, he took me to a chapel. I have been untied, but dare not try to take off the collar. Scott locked me inside a room to get ready for our "wedding". Luckily there was a functioning computer in here. If anyone is headed to Utah, for the love of God, save me from Scott and his poor wedding dress choices. He may have invited some of the X-Men (most likely Jean) to the cermony. I think something in Scott's mind has snapped, since he has been so much time in that room of his.

No Surprise here...

2005-12-22T20:50:00.000-08:00

Well, I followed Jean after Deadpool's premier.After catching a ride on my private jet, I found her at the New York Hellfire Club. I was relieved Shaw allowed me to enter, under the condition I donned my old uniform of course. Unwillingly I did, planning to keep an eye on our dear friend. I do so hope the dear doesn't decide to eat another sun.

And so, after a few martinis and swapping various stories with the other Inner Circle members, I sought refuge in my old room. It was still intact surprisingly. I'd have thought my "friends" would have given it away to newer members. But once a member always a member I suppose.

I did become awfully bored as it was late at night and no one was around. And so I began "surfing the net" as children today call it. I stumbled upon a "X-Men Personality Quiz". These were my results:

You scored as Emma Frost. Emma Frost is a former enemy of the X-Men but has joined them. She finds certain rules about not reading minds without permission to confining, and she still retains a bit of a bad-girl side. Some x-men are not certain of her alligence, and for good reason. Powers: Telepathy, Can turn her skin into Diamond, Psychic persuasion

Emma Frost

85%

Jean Grey

75%

Cyclops

65%

Nightcrawler

60%

Iceman

55%

Colossus

55%

Storm

55%

Rogue

50%

Wolverine

40%

Gambit

35%

Beast

20%

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It wasn't the fact that I was most like myself (at least to their understanding) but how much I am like Jean according to them. Regardless, it was cute, but totally missed the mark.

It also seems the Club has locked me in my chamber. Perhaps by Jean's orders? I was bored beyond all comprehension. I did find a PS2 in my room. Honestly, I have no idea why that's there. Regardless, I found myself playing X-Men Legends II: Rise of Apocalypse. And I would just like to say (with a small Spoiler Warning) that it is quite unfair that I was captured, by my girls none the less! I am more intelligent than my Cuckoos. However, it did entertain me. I even started a second game after finishing it. (I did love playing at Mr. Deadpool and Charles. Both were quite powerful and Mr. Deadpool was quite humorous.) I also enjoyed having Jean fall off several cliffs and Scott beaten to a pulp.

This morning, as I was starting the Savage Land level, I recieved a note from under my door. It was an invitation to join Rachel Summers in a base ball game. The maid, who had slipped the invitation under my door, also informed me that my door was jammed and would be fixed promptly. Luckily I am fully accomadated with an adjoining bathroom. I still don't know if I wish to play a nice game of base ball with that tramp, Rachel. I should sooner hope to face insane Jean than be nice to her. Accordingly, I shall. As it stated it was for charity.

Another Trip down the Red Carpet

2005-12-20T21:20:00.000-08:00

Well, as you probably read in Charles's blog, a few of the X-Men are going to Deadpool's television program's premier. Of course I myself have appeared in both X-Men: The Animated Series and Pryde of the X-Men, though I should like to forget that role in the latter. But Finola Hughes did portray me in the Generation X made for T.V. film. Although that did make me very cross. Did she not remind you of one of those fembots from Austin Powers?

Anyways, besides the fact I never even got a card congratulating me on my success, I flew with Storm, Black Panther, Charles, Gaia, Jean and Scott and a few others to Deadpool's premier. I was still very cross about having to go with Scott and Jean. Had I the smallest inclination he was planning to take the both of us ("Fire and Ice" as he called us earlier. How he found that funny I can hardly imagine) I would have declined.

Charles mentioned on his blog, he had thought about taking me merely as a stunt to get attention from photographers. He thinks I still dress in that corset of mine. Come off it dear. The year was 1980 and I was in the Hellfire Club. It was a traditional form of dress. Regardless, I can't blame him for being intimidated by me. I tend to do that to people. And at least Gaia got a date for once. Let me be frank dears, she was locked away for thousands of years and has only been attracted to Synch, and let's just say, he won't be dating anyone for awhile. So congrats to Gaia for being choice number two.

I think I made a splash at the Red Carpet nonetheless. I found the dress I had purchased from my mission with Scott in Hong Kong, hanging in my closet. It is an extraordinary piece really. Better than Gaia's Halle Berry knock-off and even what Jean was wearing. Oh, how it reminds me of my Hellfire days as it is the only piece in my collection that would be suitable for current meetings. But that is all in the past as I am now an X-Man.

I shall ask Jean and Betsy if they would like to accomany me on a trip to the Carribean after Deadpool's premier. It should serve as a fantastic get away from the drama of the Mansion. I do think I am taking too much time off. I should just mention that they are for "educational purposes" and whatnot. I hear the Martini's down there are just divine.

And before I forget, Congratulations on your show, Deadpool.

I wish there was First Class Travel for other Dimensions

2005-12-10T10:27:00.000-08:00

Well, it seems I have been greatly missed. I was on a long trip that I didn't go on by choice. Honestly, dears, I woke up in a different dimensions. It was quite strange.

On my first interdimensional trip, I found myself at Comicon 2001. Go figure. I was bombarded with nerds who only believed me to be a wanna-be. They made lewd comments regarding my outfits until Mr. Stan Lee showed up. This of course drove the nerds away. Thank God. Anyways, as I wandered the halls filled with geeks and fanboys, I was cornered by a certain Mr. Logan and his trusty sidekick, Beast. At first I was taken aback by their laughable costumes.

"There you are!" The Wolverine told me. His nasal passage ways were obviously clogged. "You're just in time for the group judging."

"No thanks, dear." I said, flustered. I turned to leave, but Beast grabbed my arm.

"Please," his irritatingly whiney voice chimed. "You finally got the costume right and dropped those thirty or so pounds."

"Let go of me," I growled.

"C'mon! You're perfect as Emma now." the fake Wolverine chanted. "Just this once. Don't make me slice you!" He held his cotton filled claws up to my neck.

That was a huge mistake. I turned into diamond and broke the Beast's arm. Then I whirled around punched the Wolverine right in the nose. "We just wanted to be Wolverine and his Fantastic Friends," he sobbed, falling. That will teach them not to make teams reminiscent of a certain cartoon from 1981 starring Spiderman, Firestar and Iceman.

Unfortunately, the security guards saw me fighting. I merely pushed a few of their bliss buttons. Thankfully, I saw a rip in the interdemensional continuum. I jumped through, hoping it would lead home.

I awoke later and found myself in a dark cold room. I assumed it was Egypt due to the hieroglyphics on the wall. I heard a rocks scraping against eachother. I suppose it was a door. The next thing I know, Apocaplyse was waltzing in. He stopped at the sight of me. "A spy!" he acused.

"Pardon me?" I wondered. Just to be on the safe side I put on my diamond shield.

"Wait. I remember you." Apocalypse rubbed his chin as he circled. "You're that woman who got a labotamy in order to escape me." he leered at me when he returned to face me. "I thought you were half bald?"

That was it. My eye twitched at the thought. I would never desicrate myself in such a way. I lunged at him, catching him off-guard. He pushed me off with ease. "Make sure she shatters!" he ordered his goons. I was taken away to the top of the citadel (Not without screaming and fighting back, mind you). They had found what resembled to be one of those old Genoshan and collars. They placed it around my neck, neutralizing my powers. They forced me to the nearest window and threw me out. As I screamed bloody murder and was cut by shards of broken glass, I saw another dimensional portal open to my right. I ignored the consequences and ripped off the blasted collar and it exploded in my hands. In pain, I edged my self into the portal, losing conciousness as I did so.

I shall spare you the deatails of less interesting dimensions as there are too many to talk about. I shall tell you about my escape however.

I awoke and found myself strapped to a bed. My uniform was torn and I was bleeding from the glass had cut me. I felt rather sick, I've never really enjoyed the sight of blood. Regardless, I turned into my diamond form and broke off the straps that held me down. I looked around. There were pictures of yours truly everywhere on the wall. I was frightened. Soon a man appeared. "Captian America?" I asked, though my vision was still blury. I could recognize that ghastly cologne anywhere.

"Correct!" the man yelled. He was at my side in a matter of moments.

"What the sodding hell is this?" I asked, glaring at him.

"I transported you, so you could be here with me!" he claimed, starting to kiss my, still diamond, arm. "Of course it was only supposed to teleport you from England, not through dimensions and time."

I smacked him away, throwing him into a wall. "You what!" I yelled, standing and tossing the bed I had been strapped to at a wall. "You insolent little man! I was on vacation. What the bloody hell were you thinking?!"

"I-I'm sorry!" he cowered. "I just wanted to do a cross over!"

"Cross over this!" I torn his hideous helmet off his head and poked at his tiny mind, ripping out all his memories except for the one of me destroying him. He cowered in the corner. I walked up the stairs and see that I head been in a basement... His mother's basement. Luckily she wasn't home at the time, otherwise she would have felt my rage as well.

I was close enough to Westchester to take a cab back to the Institute. Upon my arrival I ducked out of sight and gathered up my bathrobe and nightgown. I took a quick shower, changed my clothes, treated my wound, and went to talk to the Professor about this other Emma.

Bathrobe on tightly, I could sense that the imposter was sitting in the Professor's room with Gaia.

"What's this I hear about someone pretending to be me?" I screeched.

"Oh," the other Emma said, "you're back. I should be going soon then."

"What? Oh no, I haven't even gotten started with you, dear! How dare you try to impersonate me!"

After a long discussion, Gaia finally sent all those imposters back. I bit my lip and walked back up to my room, locking the door behind myself. As much as I hate to admit it, I did cry. I was exhausted and happy to be home. I sent an e-mail to my Hellions, telling them that they should return when their wounds finally heal. And I saw the new X-Men 3 trailer. It really did impress me, though I still hold a grudge against Halle Berry and her atrocious Storm portrayel. I hear that Ashley Hartman may play me in the upcoming film. I'm not entirely certain she can pull it off, but whatever. And using my psychic powers, I have managed to figure out who that blasted funeral is for.

I was about to look up this Ashley Hartman when someone pounded on my door. "Professor Xavier is in trouble!" Wolverine yelped.

"Alright dearest," I said, pulling on a new uniform. There goes my relaxation time. Wolverine knocked down my door and pulled on my arm, just as I was about to put on my gloves. Soon we (Mystique now joing us) arrived at the location that the Professor was at. I turned diamond once more and pushed the front wall of Xavier's office, knocking down his attackers.

"Oh golly, Professor!" Wolverine cried, running to "I'm so glad to see you alive! We had thought the worse!"

"There will be time for tears of joy later, Logan," I growled, changing back to normal. "We must get the Professor out of here! Mystique, can you help?"

"Of course, my dear friend," Mystique agreed, wheeling the Professor away. I twitched. Scott stumbled after us in confusion.

Kitty, who looked alot better in her "evil" form, recovered herself and grabbed a rifle. She began firing at the Professor. I quickly turned into my diamond formed and reflected the blasts, which slammed into Iceman. He vaporized in a puff of smoke. Wolverine let out a blood-curling squeal of horror, that distracted Kitty as the rest of us made or escape. I hope my heroics make up for the wall I pushed over. Perhaps Wolverine can take the blame for it and make up for it with hard labor.

"To the sub-basement!" I ordered. Mystique nodded and pushed the Professor into the elevator. I jumped in.

"Wait for me!" Wolverine yelled, the "evil" Warren chasing him. Wolverine lunged at us, claws exteneded. I pressed the down button. As we descended, I heard Wolverine's screams. I led Scott, Mystique and the Professor into the Danger Room, as it is impenatrable.

"Explain this to me Professor... Why are Kitty, Warren and the X-Man formerly known as Bobby after us?" I asked awaiting his answer.

Silly Mystique... Tricks are for kids.

2005-11-20T16:44:00.000-08:00

I awoke this morning in the most ghastly night-gown. It was so horrid, that I shall only mention that it was excessively covererd with bows and frills. Apparently Shadow King left me more disoriented than that trip to Hong Kong.

Anyways, my Hellions and I traveled early this morning to England via my private jet. Soon we were in London at the Harry Potter movie. It was crowded in the theater and smelled of infants and popcorn, kind of like Kitty's new perfume. Brian Cruz, you all know him as Tag, saw to it that they cleared out. He "tagged" himself and everyone left.

I was dissapointed. The film was choppy, dears. It also missed some major plot points. But apparently I am supposed to buy it for my squad to complete the series.

Incidently, I found out that these movies are merely chronicles of the school, much like our X-Men films (I had to pull a lot of strings for myself to appear in X3). It seems "Hogwarts" fell on some hard times and needed the money. Unfortunately it leaked into the Muggle world and well, you know the rest.

I have extended an invitation, through several of my contacts, to one Mr. Malfoy. He seemed pleasant enough and would get along well with Julian I believe.

As I sat writing my letter in my quaint English manor, a shot rang through the walls. Thankfully, Julian caught the bullet with his telekinesis. My Hellions fought her. I sat there, not able to use my mind to attack. I watched my squad. Rockslide sank, Dust was knocked out as was Tag and soon Mercury and Hellion were as well. Luckily, Hellion stopped Mystique's telepathic blocker. I entered and attacked her. Apparently she thought I was being rude when I told her to have a "romp with Destiny". Was I mistaken that she and Miss Adler were at one point lovers? I thought I done my background check on Mystique properly. Oh, well. In short, Mystique ran back home with her tail between her legs.

I had my butler, George, fish Mr. Vaccaro out of the pool and soon my dear Hellions were in my own Medical Facility, being treated.
I returned to the lounge to finish my letter. It is as follows:

Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy,

I, Emma Frost, would like to extend an invitation to you to join Xavier's School for the Gifted. I believe that your talents are quite necessary for our cause and would help contribute to mutant-"muggle"-wizard realtions. I personally would be proud to mentor you.

Sincerely,
Emma Frost

I do so hope he accepts.

I would also like to end a rather nasty discussion on my plastic surgery. I didn't get it to be gorgeous. I got plastic surgery in order to gain access to the Inner Circle of the Hellfire Club, New York Chapter. At the time, my father had cut me off from his fortune and I was in desperate need of money. I did find a picture of me at some dance during my highschool day, if you were curious about my appearance prior to the surgery.

That isn't so bad, is it?

Le Sigh

2005-11-19T15:43:00.001-08:00

I grew impatient with the Shadow King, so I couldn't help but have an outburst. As I thanked Forge via E-mail for the information, I rose to my feet and approached the monster.

"Pardon me, Mr. Shadow King." I began, scowling.

"What is it?!" he retorted loudly, glaring down at me.

I could feel my power return slowly. I eyed Gaia in her cage then the power nullifaction gun, before facing the Shadow King. "I was wondering if you could hurry this up. I have promised my students that I would take them to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire tomorrow in England, dear."

I don't think he was too pleased with that. The next thing I know, he is absorbing all my feelings of anger and hatred.

I don't have any real reason to fight anymore... Its like I'm not myself. So I have no choice but to sit her, retreating. Why did I join the X-Men? Why do I hate Jean so much? What was the whole purpose of me trying to fight these inevitable personal attacks everyone has on me? Should I join a nunery?

The Nerve!

2005-11-18T19:33:00.000-08:00

How dare the Shadow King find that insolent half-wit, Gaia, more appealing than yours truly! I have had my body and mind toned to perfection and yet he chooses that purple haired jerk. I am deeply appalled.

If you didn't know, I have been on a mission with Gaia, Jean, my dear Scott, Charles and that insolent Wolverine. We are still in the Astral Plane. Anyways, on with post, dears.

As we were wandering, apparently powerless, the Shadow King attacked us. Well out of the three female candidates, he chose the dreadful Gaia. I would have been fine if he had chosen Jean, that way Scott would need more comfort.

As I watched Gaia in the midst of being taken away, a thought occured to me. Without Gaia, the would be less annoying. Then the only pebbles in my shoe would be Miss Pryde, Miss Tessa and Jean. Perhaps even Wolverine, as his appearances were beginning to annoy me.

In my mind I was coaxing the Shadow King on, waiting for the time when all my problems with Miss Gaia would disappear.

That is when my guilt trip began. Losing Gaia would wrench my heart too much. It'd be as hard as... Well as hard as losing my precious Hellions.

But there was nothing I could do. I merely stood and waited, biding my time to pounce.

After this is over, I'm taking the new Hellions to England. Maybe I'll take them to see this "Harry Potter" everyone is talking about.

Emma has arrived, dears.

2005-11-17T17:06:00.000-08:00

Ah, yes. It seems my girls have finally convince me to start my own blog. I have yet to fully understand this thing, but I suppose I shall just have one of my students assist me.

Why, you might be asking yourself, am I starting this blog? Well I feel that no one really knows me, dears. People have constanly be judging me lately. And I just have to wonder: "Where is the love for dear Emma?" So I wanted to show you all the world through my eyes. So I shall hope that you would check your rudeness at the door and listen to me for once.