16489/Claws

Claws
Date of Scene:	05 December 2023
Location:	Frost Enterprises
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Sharon Smith, Emma Frost

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Sharon Smith has posed:
Large, sharp claws dug into the balcony's edge of Frost's tower. It would have seemed an intimdating incursion if it weren't for the two cute, pointy black ears that soon lifted over top of them. One instant, it seemed a massive, unknown creature was clambering over the balcony, but what arrived was a small, black cat, perching on the edge and licking it's paws. Either way, 37 stories was quite a feat for any creature, large or small.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost is currently settled in along in the building. She's taken a large bottle of expensive wine with her, a goblet, a large tablet, and is well on her way to draining the bottle. She would smell of alcohol - high class alcohol, but definitely strong amounts. She wasn't quite drunk, but well on her path to being that way.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith quietly drifted toward Emma. Her small, black frame was mostly unnoticable until it was hovering over her tall goblet. A pink tongue flicked out, taking several small scoops of the expensive liquid inside. The cat eventually leered back after her slightly extensive 'taste test,' making a sour face... or as sour of a face as any cat could give. She shook her head, licked her lips a few times and sat up to give Emma a stoic stare.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would take a moment to blink, realize whom was joining her, and let out a harrumph, "AH, hello Catseye, how are you doing?" Emma would push away the goblet, after letting Catseye have her sniff test. "I haven't seen you in awhile. How have things been going with the.. Biker gang you were with? Are you still riding with them?"

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith grew into a slightly more humanoid form with purple hair and pale skin. She sat confidently next to the goblet, still licking her lips as she gave it a second look. "I don't like motorcycles anymore." she claimed. "Like this drink... it's aweful!" she decreed with a wrinkled nose. "Is it old?" she asked. She was probably right in the expensive wine being old, but the way she framed the question was more like someone thinking the drink was spoiled. "I can find you a new one." she kindly offered.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would mm-hmm over at Sharon, "I see. I thought that you were rather enraptured with them last time. All's the more the shame. I suppose that all good things do not last. I'm glad that at least you're working on figuring out what you like and od not like. has everything been fair at least for you otherwise? And yes, it is old."

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith frowned, pushing the goblet closer to Emma. "I'll find you a new one." she decreed as she pulled her feet up to sit cross-legged on the table. "And then I'll find a newer motorcylce... faster... louder." she joked. It was difficult to tell when Sharon was joking, because she always said things with such a straight, expressoinless face. She also set her mind on silly things, so a new, faster motorcycle might have been a serious, temporary goal for her.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would fold her arms together, letting Catseye slide in, "Very well, I'm sure that I'll appreciate whatever you get up. And do you even know how to ride one, Catseye? They take quite a bit of work so you would have to put the effort in to learn or it's not nearly as fun."

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith 's eyes almost rolled. They lifted, but only for a moment of deep thought on motorcylces. "I'll start with finding you a new drink." she decided, leaning over to give a close inspection and sniff at the bottle of wine. "One that is not spoiled." she clarified as she slid off the table. There could have been further discussion about how wine could be better with age, how Catseye almost made a human expression of an eye-roll, or about motorcycle safety, but Sharon left little time for discussion. The pale woman shrank to a small, black feline figure again and was darting back to the balcony to make her exit. Surely taking the elevator or even the stairs would be a far easier route, but the mutant didn't seem concerned. One could only hope she didn't leave too many marks on the side of the building.