Part 2
N/A: Emma and Zaorva talk, why not? Bashing Krakoa always.
Emma pursed her lips together, contemplating and mulling over her last steps, normally, Emma is the type of woman who would make others doubt their steps, however, tonight Emma is not facing a normal visitor.
The woman is wearing a nice dress, nice if you refer as a cosplay well-done, usually, Emma would have no qualms in bullying this person who dares to come to her house with such cosplay uniform of X-men, "A sexy Kitty Pryde´s uniform, those things exist?" the woman repeats Emma´s mental question.
The woman is Kitty Pryde. The woman is not a human at all.
"Well, you can read my mind...you know what I feel about Kitty´s outfits, age has no excuse for her poor fashion choices," Emma quips, and Kitty, the other Kitty, titled her head a bit and shurgs.
"I think she´s attractive enough, but then again, Kitty is one of my vessels, I was here and she was me. It´s only natural for you to see yourself in a positive light," Kitty states proudly. "Oh, if that´s too confusing, you can call me Zaorva,"
Emma is sweating bullets now, her make-up is getting blurred, and is hard to say she has control over this situation.
"I see, and what an Outer God is doing in my house?" she asked and Zaorva used a hand- this time is a hand, last time Emma caught a tentacle and Kitty´s mischievous face- to indicate Emma needs to sit.
It´s almost like a dog owner would ask for the dog to sit, Emma is not sure if she should be offended, concerned, or happy.
"Having nightmares lately? Look, my time here is short, if it was LK he would have to make a pompous speech and let your bath in insanity till he too amused, " Zaorva states bored. "So, I´m here to talk about, well, do you remember Krakoa?"
Emma pales, gulps, and only answers. "Only the destruction and how let´s put nicely here, different everyone was..."
Zaorva claps her hands. "Fantastic, you´re a remarkable telepath if you can remember vestiges of the past," Zaorva praises. "Terrible experience, isn´t it?"
Emma doesn't dare to deny it. "So, you´re here to make me suffer?"
"No, you´re not that special to warrant my wraith, this is me just saying that if Prof X or Moira even tried to make Krakoa again, if they try to cheat death or life again...those memories, those piece of memories you´re witnessing...the pain it is attached, it will be worse, I can promise you that," Zaorva is not smiling.
"I don´t get it, if you think we can do that...horrible thing again, why not end us all?" Emma, if she was in her shoes, would prefer to cut the bud of all evil right here and there.
"Oh Emma, it´s cute you think you were the big bad, sorry darling, "there´s a mocking tone here and Emma can´t rely on retaliating against an Outer God, "it was a boys club, you´re just the pretty face...but, you´re Emma Frost, you´re that bitch...who is Prof X next to you?"
Emma´s lips curls into a smile. "Are you suggesting I murder Prof X?"
Zaorva only smiles now. "Oh, I´m saying you´re free to do whatever you want, and if it involves killing Prof X and others to prevent Krakoa, I think you would be a hero...or not, Emma Frost is her own label, isn´t it?"
Emma has to agree. "And if I do that...will the nightmares...end?"
Zaorva smiles again, uncanny and again, making Emma realizing this is not Kitty. "Not nightmares, memories, LK is the one who controls dreamlands, avoid lucid dreams if you can, Emma and you´ll be fine,"
Emma is left alone.
Emma is plotting what to do next.