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“Tickle my toes, as you said. I was making a joke.” She shakes her head. “No no. I don’t have to ask for that. Or much really if he’s around.” Emma stretches her legs out and named a face. “No one is asking for all good,” She wasn’t sure what she would even do with that — but still this was hardly romantic or picture perfect.

“I don’t think you get normal when you’re a mutant,” or a psychopath.

“Oh? And you like him? I mean you left Lucy with him so you must. And right hand man? Business only? But you two are friends?” She didn’t know much about Harley really — and Harley was somewhat of a curiosity to put it lightly.

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“If I asked, he would,” Emma smirks, shrugging a little. “Good is relative — but you’re quite right. I think that’s the base of it all,” and she assumed that whatever her… beau did to make Harley feel like a queen would not be up Emma’s ally but whatever… tickled her toes as Harley said.

With a shrug, she was quiet a moment, “When we got together he was married, and I think he still technically is married. We have — fucked a lot of things up together, including one another. Sometimes, even though we’re very good for one another, I think that comes with being bad for one another too.” She shrugs. “Yin and yang, right?” “Right now?” Emma laughs. “Who is Jonny?”

“If ya asked, he would what? Treat ya like a queen? Ya don’t seem like the type ta ask for somethin’ like that.” Someone like Emma demanded attention. And Harley was very good at reading people, despite her ditzy demeanor. She was a lot smarter than she looked. 

Her eyes widened and she bit her lip to suppress a smile. “How romantic!” She squealed, clasping her hands together and sighing, as if Emma had recited some epic romance. “Somethin’ can’t be all good, or ya’d get bored. My rehabilitation therapist told me I should try an’ date a normal guy. Whoo-ee, it was awful!”

Surprised, she leaned forward. “Frosty! He’s been around forever. Longer than me. He’s Jay’s right hand man!”

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Emma’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. What she said did not seem to warrant M’gann’s emotional response. “...sure?” She shrugs, but then she smiles. “Yeah— maybe a little. For a Martian,” She smirks. “I know this isn’t your — form but do they care about fashion and things like that where you’re from? I don’t mean to sound ignorant.” Emma smiles over her shoulder at her. “Let me know what he says.” She teases.

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“I’m not entirely sure what — martians look like?” She says, surprised at that fact. She had experience with otherworldly beings but not her particular sort. “Well, that’s entirely unfair,” Emma smirks shaking her head. “Don’t be down. You’re beautiful. You can be whoever you want. It doesn’t matter what you actually look like,” Emma shrugs. “I’m a bottle blonde, but I’m a blonde,” She says over her shoulder to M’gann.

Emma took the shoes and looked them over, “These are cute,” She decides as she slides them on. “His name is Scott. Scott Summers. We have known each other — well, for all the lifetime that I have had that’s mattered.” Felt like she had lived four lives with and without Scott around. “But you can call him that, especially if you ever meet him. Make sure to call him that,”

M’gann was a bit stunned at Emma’s response. Usually, people would tell her to be her real self, that she didn’t need to wear masks for other people. They never realized she wore that mask for herself. 

“Thank you,” she said, hoping the other woman didn’t remark on the sappy outpouring of gratitude she was sure she was giving off.

She cleared her throat, focusing on the shoes again. “I like to think I do have some taste,” she joked. “Maybe not up to your standards, but I thought you might like them.”

“If I ever do meet him, I will make sure to call him that,” she said with a laugh.

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“I know you can take care of yourself,” Emma said with a nod. “I don’t question that but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be spared an unnecessary fight,” She didn’t think they Anna would take her action as a personal affront, she wasn’t so sensitive, but Emma still felt the need to explain anyway. “It’s like everywhere I look vigilantes are pouring out. It’s like a stupid comic con up in here,” She says lowly. “You alright?” She bit her tongue against a snarky little remark about how tired she looked because Emma felt it. They were all out of practice and it took energy to do this sort of thing. “Together?” She offers and nods toward two men who had spotted them.

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“Drop it,” Emma said evenly to a man who had a gun, only half raised in Anna’s direction. There was no doubt Anna could have literally just – flown out of the way, it was more a gesture of good will and one less person to contend with. When the firearm clattered to the ground, Emma kicked it to the side. “Go inside, into your cell, lock it behind you.” She says evenly and watches as the man walks off. “This is bedlam. I can’t send every single one of them in there, there are too many.” She exhales. | @annamariexrogue

Anna wasn’t intimidated by guns, but having one pointed at her gave her enough hesitation for Emma to interfere. She shifted her gaze to her, unable to help a half smile, and once the man was inside the cell she relaxed. Crossing her arms, she approached Emma with a faint frown. Her hair was mussed and she looked tired, wane. Erik wasn’t with her. “Others are gatherin’ them up, from what I know. There’s already a few of ‘em back.” They were masked vigilantes that she’d only ever heard of - going against the ban, but in a case like this is was necessary.

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Holy shit those dimples though. 

 ⎿  Season 6, Episode 20 - ‘Hush, Hush, Sweet Liars’

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He had a visor, but as he hadn’t planned on needing it any time soon…he didn’t exactly carry it around with him. What they were doing was breaking the law. It hadn’t stopped them before, but it also wasn’t what he actively set out to do when he left the house each day.

The man he’d gone after was crumpled on the ground in front of him, half buried beneath rubble from the wall of the building Scott had partially destroyed. Rather than be grateful for life and limb, the SCPD officer had his gun raised at Scott. Of course he did. “You’ll want to think about that very carefully,” he told him, keeping his voice even.

Losing the connection with Emma was like a rubber band snapping. He felt it as soon as it happened. Scott had his hands raised, watching the officer, but he needed to go. The man under the rubble started to shift and gave him the momentary distraction he needed. He took off, leaving the officer to choose between following him or putting the actual criminal back in prison.

He only had an approximate idea of where Emma had gone. The sound of gunshots led him the rest of the way there.

She saw Scott, which meant he was much too close. She couldn’t keep psychic contact with him and tell him not to come this direction. There were too many convicts with too many guns and if Scott sent them flying with his powers unrestrained, well, he would be locked up with them for murder. “Stay back! They’re armed!” She yells toward him as she finally wrestles the gun from the man’s hand, sending a diamond-solid fist into his gut pushing him over when he doubled over. But with little sparks as more bullets ricocheted off of her she turned toward the disturbance. “Stop, that tickles,” She drawls as she walks toward him only a little shocked when the ground shifted beneath her. Mutant.

“Why with the gun if you’re a fucking mutant?” She snaps, distracted.

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M’gann stared at Emma for a long moment. “Emma, do you really think Martians look this much like humans?” she asked. “Trust me, I can do heels. Martians don’t even have five fingers. If I can give myself extra fingers I can give myself a pair of stilettos,” she said with a dry laugh. She absolutely hated her true form, all eight feet of her monstrous self, with inverted joints and exposed muscle. “What I do is basically density shifting. I change how the mass of my body is distributed. I’m insanely heavy for a girl my height, as I’ve compacted it all down into this human form.””

She listened closely as Emma described her boy toy. “Well, it sounds like he’s good for you then. As long as he treats you right, I’m happy for you.” She pushed another pair of shoes closer to Emma, urging her to try them on. “Does he have a name, or should I just call him “Emma’s boy toy?” she joked.

“I’m not entirely sure what — martians look like?” She says, surprised at that fact. She had experience with otherworldly beings but not her particular sort. “Well, that’s entirely unfair,” Emma smirks shaking her head. “Don’t be down. You’re beautiful. You can be whoever you want. It doesn’t matter what you actually look like,” Emma shrugs. “I’m a bottle blonde, but I’m a blonde,” She says over her shoulder to M’gann.

Emma took the shoes and looked them over, “These are cute,” She decides as she slides them on. “His name is Scott. Scott Summers. We have known each other — well, for all the lifetime that I have had that’s mattered.” Felt like she had lived four lives with and without Scott around. “But you can call him that, especially if you ever meet him. Make sure to call him that,”

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“Eugh, whatevah tickles yer toes, hun. Sounds like a real wet rag ta me.” Not that Harley could relate to being enamored by a so-called “good guy.” They never really did anything for her. “Well, sos long as he treats ya good, that’s what really matters, yeah? Don’t think a girl wants anythin’ more than ta feel like a queen!” Sighing, she ran one hand down her arm, admiring the handiwork Emma had done on her nails. “An’ whaddaya mean, when ya get it right? How d’ya get it wrong?” A lot of the time people didn’t understand intensity. They couldn’t appreciate what she had with Joker, or relate to it, or they had a different perception of the situation. 

Eyes wide, she popped back up in a sitting position. “Ya mean it? Well, what are we waitin’ for? Let’s go! Jonny’s got Luce for the whole afternoon, so it’s just you n’me!”

“If I asked, he would,” Emma smirks, shrugging a little. “Good is relative — but you’re quite right. I think that’s the base of it all,” and she assumed that whatever her… beau did to make Harley feel like a queen would not be up Emma’s ally but whatever… tickled her toes as Harley said.

With a shrug, she was quiet a moment, “When we got together he was married, and I think he still technically is married. We have — fucked a lot of things up together, including one another. Sometimes, even though we’re very good for one another, I think that comes with being bad for one another too.” She shrugs. “Yin and yang, right?” “Right now?” Emma laughs. “Who is Jonny?”

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M’gann followed her with a smile on her face, merely watching. “I can only do it if I’m not actually wearing anything,” she explained. “This is technically my skin. But I tend to buy real clothes too. People get suspicious when I physically can’t take off my coat in front of them.” She had a growing collection of human clothes, mostly for work, and a few date clothes. 

“Your guy?” she asked, slightly surprised. “Tell me about him! What’s he like?”

“So you could with like, flats theoretically? So you’re naked, why, M’gann,” She smirks a little, quirking an eyebrow before heading toward the shoes. “Flat shoes aren’t worth anything anyway,” She waves a hand. “But that’s still, just the most convenient power. I’d kill for it. Can you change your shape too, if you’re feeling like a thicc ass day?” She chuckles, sliding another pair of heels on, going over to the mirror to check them. “Hm.” She hums noncommittally. “He’s an asshole, no sense of humor, bossier than hell,” Emma shrugs as she takes the shoes off and slides on another. “But he’s brilliant and driven and gets me — like really gets me. He knows all my secrets and still treats me like I think I should be — which is pretty damn close to royalty. He’s a good guy, despite — being an asshole not having a sense of humor and being too bossy.” Said possibly the bossiest woman alive. “But he’s mine and he is hotter than hell,” She chuckles a little. “We’ll see how we get on this time. We don’t always seem to link up quite right, if that makes sense But that’s all you’ve missed, really.”

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summerofscott:

“I’ve got the big guy,” he agreed, and set off at a run in the direction she gave him. It turned out that he didn’t need to search for long. He found him next to the beaten (but breathing, he thought) body of a man in an SCPD uniform.

Emma was out of sight. There was nobody around them - just Scott and a guy who had no business being there. He couldn’t telepathically convince him to run back to the jail and lock himself up, so that pretty much shot the idea of not answering violence with violence. He reached for his glasses.

From where Emma was, not far but out of sight, she would be able to hear the distinct sound of a large amount of concussive force hitting the side of a building. It was some combination of a bright red optic blast and a large body. He could only do so much with a pair of damn sunglasses.

Darling, I said take care of him, not murder him, Emma chides. He’s not dead, but we have got to get you a visor. Someone has got to be able to make you one. Keep him there, I’ll be there soon. What about the officer?

Emma couldn’t concentrate having to dive behind a vehicle to keep from being torched. Sure, in her diamond form she could have withstood it, but then she’d lose her connection to Scott, which she was unwilling to do when they were so vulnerable. This was no X-men mission.

With what Emma would consider a surprising amount of effort she was able to get both the mutant with electricity coursing through them and the pyro to lift their hands and walk calmly to the nearest SCPD officer. But she couldn’t take her eyes, or mind off of them, not until she knew they were safe and restrained properly inside the jail.

Shit.

Was her last thought to Scott before she shifted to her diamond form, a number of bullets ricocheting off of her before she stormed forward, wrestling with a large man who had a gun.

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“Then we’d better deal with them first. The less people see that on the news, the better off we’ll all be.” There were certain ‘news’ networks that would make a point of highlighting how many of the dangerous escapees were metahuman or mutants. He knew that game. They had enough problems already.

Scott watched the couple flee until they were out of sight and pressed on. “Can you cut through all of this and pick any out of the fray?” He obviously wasn’t a telepath, but he knew enough to at least imagine the chaos Emma probably got when she tried to listen at a time like that.

“Yeah, yeah of course I can,” She says, shaking her head. He had seen her do more, but she appreciated the ask and not a demand. It was a lot to go searching when both the scene itself and the minds of the people within it was filled with chaos. “Big guy, really big, strong — just on the other side of the cars, electricity — someone with powers dealing with electricity close to him — and the pyro who torched the car — he’s the main threat right now, has a taste for mischief,” she focuses back on Scott. “You take strong guy? I’ll take pyro and electricity?”

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Why is it so hard to articulate love yet so easy to express disappointment?

Kaui Hart Hemmings (via quotemadness)

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“Let’s worry about getting people out of this part of the city then we’ll deal with the rest. We’re not going to be the only ones out here after them.” Though Scott had little faith in the city to do what was right when it came to mutants, this was another thing entirely. This put everyone in danger and if it didn’t get quelled quickly enough would even spill outside of Star City.

They hadn’t made it half a block on foot before he heard screaming - real screaming. Scott rounded the corner and saw someone brandishing a gun to keep a couple backed against the outside wall of a shop. “Hey!” He shouted, only needing to buy a few extra seconds for Emma to get into his head. Whether she directed him back to the prison, to the police station, or right off the end of a pier…he would leave that up to her.

Emma almost froze, almost. The impact of the chaos on her mind was immediate and almost like a wall, but she kicked through it to focus. “Drop it,” She said, and of course, he did. She sent him off toward the jail again. “Lock the door behind you,” She said toward his back as he walked off. But this was hardly an effective tactic, she couldn’t make every single person lock themselves away, there were too many. “You’re fine,” She assures the couple. “Go, go home. You’re fine,” She soothes watching their backs as they ran off. “This is madness,” She said lowly, wincing when a car erupted in flames across the street from them. “Some of these inmates have powers, apparently.”

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“Drop it,” Emma said evenly to a man who had a gun, only half raised in Anna’s direction. There was no doubt Anna could have literally just -- flown out of the way, it was more a gesture of good will and one less person to contend with. When the firearm clattered to the ground, Emma kicked it to the side. “Go inside, into your cell, lock it behind you.” She says evenly and watches as the man walks off. “This is bedlam. I can’t send every single one of them in there, there are too many.” She exhales. | @annamariexrogue