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Post by Kappa on Jul 27, 2022 1:54:09 GMT
(Prologue)
Three Scientists in white lab coats stand nervously in front of their boss.
The left, resembling Matt Lucas, avoids eye contact while thinking fondly of his wife and children. The right, resembling Richard Ayoade, smiles with eyes fearing a cruel torture to death. And in the middle, resembling Matt Berry, his chest puffs up with shoulders square and hands balled into fists.
"We firmly insist testing be pushed to next year." He speaks with a Posh English Accent.
Their boss, The Queenpin of M-Town, a mature redhead known for her wide hips and round rear, wrapped loosely in a green pantsuit, sits on her throne, flabby legs crossed, with a glass of Merlot gripped firmly in her well manicured hand.
"No." Mrs Jean Frost insists, her voice sultry and cold. "Have the next testing by tonight or I will make you forget the word Zebra."
"... What's a zebra?" The Matt Lucas scientist questions. His colleagues, well aware of what Mrs Grey is capable of, lower their heads slowly. Frazzled, knowing their minds are toys to her.
"Good." Jean smiles, taking a slow and satisfying sip of her alcoholic beverage. "Let me make this clear, I will risk existence itself for my Emmy-Bear. Are we clear?"
"..." The Scientist are silent.
"AM I CLEAR?!" Jean shouts.
"Yes!" The Scientists say in unison.
"Good." Jean takes another sip. "Now get the fuck out of my office and do some god damned work."
As the scientist's leave, Jean's green eyes sink down on her desk, focused on a picture of her with a pregnant blonde.
"I should've carried." Jean frowns, her hand slowly brushing the portrait.
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Post by phoenix10 on Jul 27, 2022 18:07:43 GMT
Ohh...this has me interested 😉
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Post by Kappa on Jul 27, 2022 21:19:48 GMT
Inspector Emma Frost, wrapped fashionably in a white trench coat, her blonde hair curled, her blue eyes sparkling, sits in a cafe with a cigarette in one gloved hand and a hot cup of coffee in the other.
A French song plays softly in the background, the smell of fresh bread and aged cheese wafts playfully in the air.
"It has been confirmed, Inspector." A Blue Skinned Man with a German accent sits opposite of the elegant beauty. "Mister Warren Schmitt is in fact General Willem Dunlap of the Hydra Science Camp in Verboddenburg. Your suspicions were correct."
Emma sips her coffee.
"Of course they were."
It's been 12 years since the end of the war and the X-Pool, an international organization founded by a Mutant, has been tasked with finding and detaining all agents of Hydra.
Dunlap is one of many bigwigs on Emma's list. She will not be satisfied until she finds the monster who made her life a living hell and brutally murdered the love of her life.
"I want Dunlap's exact whereabouts for the last 12 years confirmed, I want at least 30 men ready for deployment, and I'd also like pack of cigarettes."
"... You could just buy those yourself." Kurt Wagner points out.
"Where's the fun in that?" Emma smirks.
As she considers how long and treacherous this weekend will be, suddenly, out of nowhere, her body is sucked into a wormhole.
"What the..."
BOOOM. She vanishes.
Kurt blinks erratically.
"Well... there goes my Saturday!"
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Post by Kappa on Jul 27, 2022 22:49:06 GMT
Emma Frost is just your average teenage girl... who hunts vampires after school.
An expert since freshman year, her throwing arm is simply legendary.
That being said, today isn't about fighting the undead. Nope, Emma has someone else in mind!
"Where do you think you're going?" The Young Blonde inquires with a lollipop between her soft, kissable lips.
She stands at the locker of her class valedictorian, Jean Grey. A Nerdy Redhead that's been brutally teased by Emma since kindergarten.
... And then Senior Year, Jean's acne cleared, her braces came off, she got contacts, and, most impressively, her boobs finally came in at impressive set.
"Spanish." Jean speaks meekly.
"Cool, Cool, Cool." Emma speaks rather fast. She'd never been interested in girls before. But with Jean, everything just clicked! "So, uh, any plans tonight?"
Jean raises a puzzled brow. It's been a few weeks since Emma bullied her. And it's never been like this! What was Emma up to?!
"Uh... well... I'm playing Wizards and Cowboys with my friends at Xavier Comics." Jean speaks honestly.
"Really. I've never played before." Emma smiles. "Hey... this is weird, um... but uh... what if I joined tonight?"
Jean's swampy green eyes widen.
"What?"
"What if I join your game." Emma repeats herself. "It sounds fun. Uh... I'll bring pizza?"
Jean's chest beating with anxiety, she decides to let the most popular girl at school down tactfully.
"Look, Emma, I..."
And that's when the wormhole popped up out of nowhere, sucking Emma in at a whimsically fast pace.
"Shit!" Emma yells.
As she vanished, Jean can't help but feel relieved, yet intrigued.
"Of course one of my sci-fi fantasies happen to her!" Jean sighs. "It's always the pretty girls, isn't it?!"
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Post by Kappa on Jul 28, 2022 0:40:46 GMT
Emma Frost, Sorceress Supreme, is a woman of elegance, sophistication, and class.
But when it comes to Jean Grey...
"I don't understand what your problem is." The Mature Blonde in a blue cloak crosses her arms at her Ex Wife. "So I brought Rachel home an hour late. What's the big deal?"
"The big deal is I told you 8 o'clock and you didn't listen to me." Jean crosses her big, spongey arms, lifting up her pillowy chest. "That's the problem, you never listen to me, Emma Frost!"
"Jesus Christ, you're acting like the world is gonna end! She's home!"
"That's not the point and you know it, you-you arrogant witch!"
Emma laughs. Jean, trying her best to never curse around her child, has found a way to almost say bitch.
"I don't need this. Okay? I had Rachel all weekend, she was my top priority, sue me for being a little late!"
"Oh, I'm so sorry a weekend was so hard for you! Try the rest of the week!" Jean gets as red as her shoulder length locks. "You're such a child! When are you going to grow up and be an adult?!"
"Well, when are you..." Emma blinks, feeling a powerful presence in the sky.
As she swept up by a wormhole, Jean sighs.
"Typical." Jean scowls. "Why can't I have a normal Ex like the other moms?!"
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Post by Kappa on Jul 28, 2022 3:08:17 GMT
Three Blondes sit on a white couch, their eyes focused on a sexy redhead in a green pantsuit.
"Emma Frost, Earth 22-711." A Scientist that resembles Matt Berry speaks. "39 Years Young, this Emma is a Mutant Holocaust Survivor and a Inspector of an international organization currently hunting the man who killed the love of her life... You."
Emma blinks at the woman. Though curvy and mature, yes, that was indeed Jean Grey!
"Emma Frost, Earth 327-814." A Scientist that resembles Richard Ayoade announces. "18 Years Old, this Emma is from a long line of Vampire Slayers and has recently come to terms with her sexuality thanks to well, You. Sorta."
The Teenage Emma can't help but admire this Jean's bouncy, freckled cleavage. Even at 50, it made her wet with desire!
"Emma Frost, Earth 91-317." A Scientist that resembles Matt Lucas finishes. "42, The Sorceress Supreme, this Emma is having difficulty transitioning towards the single life since your divorce."
For this particular Emma, the redhead sitting with a glass of Merlot in hand didn't look surprising. Maybe a decade older than what she's use to, sure, but her aura and look didn't look anything out of the ordinary!"
"So, Ms Grey, which do you chose?" The Matt Berry scientist asks.
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Post by phoenix10 on Jul 28, 2022 13:06:42 GMT
How could she really choose? Jean, of course, wanted all three of them for different reasons. The 39 year old Emma looked so much like her Emma -- the last version of her Emma. The shoulder length curly hair, the elegant way she crossed and recrossed her legs. Jean could feel her Emma in there. Though, once her Emma became pregnant, that changed. Her maternal instincts went through the roof. But she didn't want to focus on that now.
The teenage Emma looked so slight and immature compared to her counterparts but all Jean could think of was the first time she saw Emma. She was around 18 and although their relationship was rocky at the start, Jean was always fiercely attracted to Emma's slim, budding physique. Even if her boobs were nowhere near as great as they would get in her 30s.
And then there was the forty year old Emma. The version of Emma she never got to see. The version she thought she'd grow old with. Apparently, on that version of earth, she and her Jean had gotten divorced. That didn't affect Jean's opinion of the blonde, of course. It seems that she wasn't with the "right" Jean...or at least that's what the M-Town Queenpin assumed.
So many choices...so who does she choose?
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