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Victor Creed	As far as goodbyes go, Victor Creed was not one for them. He told Raven 'see ya' and walked out of her office, made his way to the bar to get one last drink, and then found himself in a place where he never really would have wanted to be. At least, not under /most/ circumstances. Emma Frost's parlor. "So, how bad do you think you can fuck me?" he asks, looking the telepath over. If there had not been clearly instructions from Raven to twist Victor's mind as much as possible so that he can effectively infiltrate their enemies, that line might be interpretted as something /entirely/ different. Maybe that's why Victor said it that way.
Emma Frost	The former White Queen of the Hellfire Club is sitting and waiting as Creed comes in. "Why hello, Victor. I must say, I was surprised at Raven's request." The way her voice goes implies also her surprise at his acquiescence. The woman must have something /big/ on him to get him to go along. "Oh, that implies it's a process that you would enjoy, Creed. But, do sit down and relax." And then her mind flares up to try and latch onto his. Making him stand at stiff attention if she can, at full military stance. "This isn't going to hurt a bit. Well. . Hurt me. Hopefully it /will/ you."
Victor Creed	Flopping into a seat, Victor looks Emma over with that predator's glance. "Oh, I'm sure I could enjoy it quite a bit, Emma." He licks his lips, baring those fangs for a moment. "The question is whether /you/ would, and whether that would matter at all." Quite the charmer, he is. He shrugs at her warning. "I live my life in pain. Nothing you can do to hurt me more than I already have it."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would smile, "That's the thing, Victor. You live a long life, you build up scar tissue. Trauma, fear, anger, hate.. All of them pressed down and forming a protective layer of pain. You become numb to everything. Like a fried nerve. The simplest trick of any telepath is.." She goes to first paralyze him physically, making him anchored down in his seat, still abel to breathe and speak. "To take that all away."
Victor Creed	There is a moment where what Emma talks about doing sinks into Victor's mind, and his face starts to shift. It had not occurred to him just how she would go about doing this, but as she lays out such a simple plan... But then he is frozen, and unable to response, or retort. As simple as that, he was in her clutches.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would fold her hands together, "Creed, you are a monster. And quite a happy one. Your healing factor smooths anything over. I can do anything I want to you." She would grin sadistically. "And you would get better. And I have to leave enough of you left over for Raven to work with. You don't do things like guilt. You revel in the suffering you inflict. It gives you joy. And that, dear Victor.." She would tap her hand against his temples. "Is where I will start." There are layers upon layers of likely over a century of built up battle lust, berserker tendencies, and fervor that have built up in his consciousness, making what is likely a near impegentrable force in his mind with all the rage, hate, and revelry that he fears. Emma goes towards that wall, mentally and astrally.. "This is going to hurt a great, great deal Victor. And not in a way that you'll like." Her hand presses to it.. And all that rage, hate, sadism, and psychopathy.. Starts to melt away.
Victor Creed	While there is little that Victor fears, truly, he has a very strong sense of self. It is what sustains him as he remains as different as everyone else, not quite fitting in. The wounds from long ago have healed, and he does not care what others think. He is his own man, who plays by his own rules, with a depraved indifference to everyone else. The idea of Emma ripping away that sense of confidence terrifies him.
Emma Frost	Emma's starting to peel all of that away. All of those layers of rage, spite, violence, indulgence.. That had built up throughout his long life. Emma goes to peel them away from him. "Some people are just innured to it over a long life and too much misery. Some enjoy it. You always have been in the second category, Victor. And proud of it. Boastful. Your brain is wired that way. Even if I could shut you down, you would just take it out on someone else. No, Victor.." Brutality is peeled away, rage is peeled away, psychosis is peeled away.. "I'm going to dos omething far more spiteful and fun here."
Victor Creed	Unable to do much in the way of response, Victor's gaze remains on Emma as he feels his rage starting to rise, as what restraint he has...begins to dissipate with her efforts.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would smile, "That's the thing, Victor. The way to make you most feel pain.." She would smile. "is to take away your ability to handle it." She goes to start smoothing his brain out. His frenzies.. His psychopathy. "I'm going to make you normal, Victor. And you are going to hate yourself so much." The battle lust, the revelry of killing, torturing, and murdering.. Emma goes to smoothly yank it all away. And then just sits for a moment, as Creed is made to process that century or more of murder, mayhem, and carnage.. With the full human concept of guilt and conscience.
Victor Creed	And just like that, Victor Creed has gone from someone who knows what kind of monster he is and is proud of it to someone who /understands/ what kind of a monster he is --- and LOATHES it. His eyes start to go wide as his pulse quickens, sweat beading on his forehead. What kind of foul creature am I? he asks himself. His thoughts turn to the Brotherhood. And what kind of things did THEY make me do?
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would fold her hands together, "Now, Victor.. You can't look over things, what you've done in your life, and seen what a monster you are. The things you've done. Even worse, the things you've /enjoyed/. That'sa bout all of them, isn't it now?" S he would muse as she would watch him start to sweat. "Now, Creed, you're going to behave and go along with what we're going to have you do. Because the person you hate the most of everyone in your long, miserable life.. Is you."
Victor Creed	If he were not paralyzed, the snarl that would come out from Victor might shake the foundations. And he might find himself to eviscerating Emma before he had a chance to do the same to him. But Emma wisely has him in a vise grip. Anthing less would be absurdl dangerous.
Emma Frost	But he very likely feels near crippling levels of guilt and self loathing at all the things he's done. Perhaps. Perhaps not. "Now, Creed, you're going to behave.. Or I'll lock you up in your mind like this forever, and Raven will ensure that no one ever finds you. Do you want to feel like this for the rest of your very, very long life?" She would muse haughtily.
Victor Creed	Eyes narrow as Creed regards Emma. The old Creed would likely try to rip out her throat, or snarl back at her. This one can display nothing but loathing.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would fold her hands together, "Now, Creed, you know you're not worthy of redemption. Nothing you can ever do can make amends for what you've done. You don't get any outs, you don't get to make it better. I'm going to offer you a deal. It's not going to make things better."
Victor Creed	There is an effort to squint back at Emma, but it fails, of course. He simply waits to hear her deal.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would fold her hands together, "Victor, if you behave and do what is asked of you, then I'll shut this all down and let you not want to slit your wrists in a shower. I'll press this all out of your mind and let you live again in your normal way. Does that sound like a deal?"
Victor Creed	There is a long look at Emma. But his head cannot move. She will just have to trust that he would be nodding.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would smile, "Good. Then Victor.. you'll get your sense of self back and go on your merry way. I'm so glad that you're ameniable."