Owner	Pose
Emma Frost	The invasion has started. Let's all get excited. Currently Emma Frost is walking through the streets in the city, going to keep her smartphone up to an ear while speaking to it, "Yes, yes Gerald. Please make sure to check in on Christian. I'm likely to be busy for the forseeable future. And to ensure that we're adding as much to the shipping department as possible. Buy whomever you can for it. Give increased pay, see what companies are willing to lease.. I don't care how you do it so long as there are no complaints to the authorities. Keep me informed."     Heading towards a limo which was waiting for her, her going to put her phone away. Peace. Blissful peace.
Divine	There is never peace. Not for one who is a dead ringer for Power Girl. Granted, a lot of the attention is her own fault, but, well, a girl has to eat. Thanks, internet! Not that this has anything to do with what's going on right now. Across the bridge in Manhattan, the Heavenly Host swarms and lashes out. Divine, for some reason, is in the thick of it. She's tangling with a trio of angels in the sky, darting and weaving, lashing out with fists and heat vision. "Is this all you've got?! Ha! After I'm done with you, I'll fight your God next! He's got to be a cha--" Talking smack, even as a Kryptonian hybrid, is a good way to get blindsided. One of the angels swerves around the dark haired woman and winds up with its spear, swinging it like ARod looking for a home run. The impact ripples the air with a shockwave, and Divine is launched at speed out across the East River towards Brooklyn. Right towards Emma's limousine. This might be bad.
Emma Frost	Emma had been getting into the limo, right when she heard the sounds of fighting. Seeing the angels blasting along and then the brawling woman with them would have her go, "Holy.. GET OUT NOW!" Yelling at her driver, even as she would dive out the side of the just opened door. There being no time over for her to yell to get the car going. She could only hope that her chaffeur could do the same as the former White Queen of the HEllfire Club would discard her phone, it shattering on th ground as her hand would snap down to brace herself, her rapidly scrambling and runninga way as her limo would no doubt not be salvagable!
Divine	Divine tries. She ''really tries'' to stop. It has nothing to do with the destruction of property, or even that innocent people might get hurt. She's still working on the 'Other people are actually real' thing. No, crashing at this rate of speed into a car is going to ''hurt''. Even with her genetics, it will not feel good. Something, something Human Weakness, but that's a bitterness for later. She impacts the front of the limo with a horrific squeal of metal. She crumples the front end like a pop can, her back driving into the engine itself and forcing it through the dash into the cabin. As the shattered glass and metal settle to the ground, quiet coming back, Divine is still, tangled in the wreckage. "Ow."
Emma Frost	The driver has managed to get out of the car, and Emma would slowly pick herself up and make a show of dusting herself off. "Vance? Please take the rest of the day off and make sure you get medical treatment. I'll have someone else deal with replacing the vehicle." Emma would look down at the remnants of her phone, then assess over Divine. "And who might you be?" Emma's knowledge of active metas was far from comprehensive, but a woman with a profile like -that- should be a known factor. Emma watches her cautiously. "And it seems like you have to work on your dodging."
Divine	Divine is silent for a long moment as she, well, rests in the wreckage. She's dressed in a now slightly shredded black hoodie, leggings with a tear up the outside of her right thigh and nearly knee high combat boots. She grunts in reply, starting to peel herself out of the wreckage. "My name, --urgh--, is Divine," she says as she finally manages to unwrap a piece of the frame from her waist, letting her float free. She doesn't fly long, coming to rest with a light thump of boots on the pavement. She looks down at Emma. The hair color is wrong. The eye color is wrong. Other than that, this could be Power Girl.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would look down at Divine, the brunette pulling herself out of the wreckage of her vehicle with it collapsing around her. "Well, a pleasure to meet you Divine. Given what direction you came from, would you say you were among the Wicked?" Not Power Girl. Close enough in body type. Emma would attempt a quick scan of Divine if at all possible telepathically. An attempt to get surface level thoughts. Impressions, intent.. if she could pull them up without alerting the other woman.
Divine	Divine's surface thoughts are ... Weird. Sure, there's the flash of memory about fighting three angels in the sky over the East River. Her current intentions seem to be, mostly, about being noticed. Getting attention. Strongly underneath it, loud enough that someone as skilled as Emma can see it as plain as day, but deep enough that Divine might not even notice them as anything more than a subconscious feeling are pulses about Power Girl. About surpassing her counterpart. There's more things there. Tidbits that shine in the mental darkness if Emma wants to go digging. For her part, Divine doesn't seem to notice the telepathy. The mental impression of her is ... Youthful. Inexperienced, but ambitious. This feeds into her almost blank stare at Emma's wit. "I heard those angel-things were strong, so I figured I'd give 'em a shot. I was doing alright, fighting three of 'em, but one of them blindsided me. ... Maybe I should go back and show them why that was a dumb idea."
Emma Frost	Now this is interesting. Multiple layers.. A need for attention and a need for.. Superiority? Proving it to herself? Others? Emma would continue to try and lightly nudge in with a low frown on her face. Even as the brash woman seems to go on about wanting to reenage. Ambitious.. Confident.. Despite the hits she just took. Emma continues to try and cautiously delve over in, seeing where these threads went to. Dancing if she could mentally from neuron to neuron, going to try and sort through them while hopefully not being mentally noticed in her probes. "They've already left it would seem." Attempting to get a vibe from Divine's consciousness what sort of approach she would best respond to. Someone cowed and obedient? Threatening? Complimentary? Aggressive? Trying to if she could gather ideas on how to interact with the woman to get information.
Divine	It would be incredibly noticable to Emma that Divine's mind feels ''very'' new. While her outward appearance and general way of thinking are that of an adult, the ''structure'' of her mind is not. Digging deeper discovers that there isn't actually a lot of strong memories in there. Beyond the fight, there's a few of her taking ... rather suggestive photos, slightly further back is a fight with some kind of swarm of drones in the Hudson. Farther back from that is... The inside of some kind of glass tube with a nondescript old man in a labcoat peering inside, his face flush with pride. As for the rest, it seems like Divine is craving ... Guidance. Not threatening, but more like... to be directed. "They didn't go far. There's tons of them in Manhattan. Tearing up the place."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost's eyes would widen. This was.. Young? So new and fresh. Her picking up the initial memories and the.. Limited nature of them. Nothing with the latch of reality. Emma's instinct being 'you poor thing'. "They'll be too far away by now to engage without them having backup. You'll get them next time." Her tone would be soft and soothing. "And I'm sure that you'll do much better and give them a -very- proper reminder as to why you're Divine. And thank you for saving me." An automatic response from Emma, but done with such sincerity.
Divine	Divine tilts her head slightly. It's not confusion, so much as a lack of comprehension. Her gaze sweeps back towards where she was fighting and then back down to the wreckage of the car. "I, uh, don't think you were in any real danger from those things down here," she says, scratching the back of her head. "But you're welcome, I guess?" It's also apparent that she is not used to being thanked, given the sudden unsure warbling of her brain waves. She stuffs her hands in the only slightly damaged front pocket of her hoodie, looking almost like an insecure teenager. Granted, she's six foot three and ... very womanly to be a teenager, but her body language is very much 'I don't know what to do'.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would evaluate Divine, gesturing at her, "Thank you, Divine. Would you care to come with me? I could get you something to eat or drink. You seem like you haven't had a chance to sit down in awhile." Emma in turn uses 'the voice' that she's perfected over the years as a teacher and time as a counselor. The one at right just the edge of getting osme trust, relaxation.. And a little firmness to make sure that the request couldn't be evaded.
Divine	Divine tilts her head the other direction, considering. While, yes, she has a place to stay and a small measure of funds from, well, the internet, it's honestly kind of lonesome. Not that she would ever admit this. She's a creature of power and confidence, created to do one thing. One thing she is nowhere near strong enough to do, and dep down she knows it. "I ....Sure. I don't really get out much. ... Sorry about the limo. I can't afford to replace it."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would smile, "That's fine. I can always get another." She would offer her hand, "Come along. What type fo place would you like to go?" Her trying to contemplate what the other girl might want. "A diner? Pizza? Mexican? What might catch your fancy?" She would offer gently. "Wherever you might want to go, my treat."
Divine	The tall woman furrows her brow slightly, if only to hide her embarassment. "I ... don't know. I haven't ever eaten in a restaurant before." The lie detector telepathy says: That is not a lie. "I've heard good things about pizza, though. ... Yeah, I want to try it." This poor, giant woman. Never had pizza before. What a cruelty.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would shake her head, "Of course. Let's get some pizza. And i'll take you out to cheesecake factory after." Emma would offer gently. "And we can get whatever you'd like to have. Or as many things." Her guessing that a meta-alien wouldn't have any issues with amount of consumption. Her offering a hand to Divine to lead her on. "There's some nice places a few blocks from here."
Divine	While at the most technical, Divine doesn't need to eat when she is engorged with sunlight, it does all the heavy lifting. It's winter, though, so sunlight is not as abundant. Maybe that's why she got hit like a fastball. She hesitates a little before taking Emma's hand. She blinks. "...I never did ask your name. Huh."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would smile gently, "I'm Emma Frost." Not making a big deal of it. The girl's never met or heard of it no doubt. Walking along, Emma leading her through the streets towards a pizzeria. "How long have you been out and fighting those -things-?"
Divine	Whatever her mind may be, Divine is physically adept. She matches her gait to Emma's within a few steps, adjusting her long strides easily to keep pace. "The angel-things? ...I think I was up there for like, an hour throwing hands," she says. "I've been in town for a few months, though."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would ah, "HOw did youg et into town? W here are you from?" She would ask gently as the two would go into the pizzeria. The smell of the place, a proper new york pizza place, might be overwhelming. "You handled yourself quite well."
Divine	As they reach the pizzaria, Divine looks around, taking it in. Not with wonder, but just with a sense of 'Never been in one of these before.' When she goes to answer Emma's questions, she thinks about it, then her expression goes flat. "I ...I don't know the answer to either of those. All I remember is...pieces. A lab. Being in this ... tank. A man, my ... creator? Then I remember waking up near the harbor."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would nod gently, "I'm sorry." Her tone sad as she would go in. "Order whatever youf eel like. Divine.. You're abandoned." Her quiet. "And I'd presume on your own with very little to go on." Her seeing if the girl was comfortable with continuing.
Divine	"I guess that's what you could call it," she says, not really seeming too bothered by it. "I am on my own, but I do ... well. I guess it's okay. I have a website where I sell ... Content." She might be blushing just a bit. A weird thing to see on that face. To distract from her own embarassment, she orders. Three slices of pizza with wildly different toppings and the largest soda they have. Good thing she's got that Kryptonian metabolism. She busies herself with the pizza for a moment, taking that time to think. To clarify. "I'm not great with people. I know I'm ...more gifted than most, and my instincts tell me to do what I want, take what I want, because who is going to stop me?" Or is it her 'programming' telling her to do it to get the attention of her doppelganger, to force a confrontation?
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would nod at Divine, picking up thsoe impulses. And frowning lightly. "And hwat then is the point of that? Who are you acting out against and who's approval do you want?" her tone gentle. "What is the point in making the world notice you when you don't know wht it is out there?" Soft. "And how do you even kno what you're donig or what you're after? Where then is the thrill of that?" Her voice soft. Attempting to help soothe and relax with her gentle questions.
Divine	Somehow, one of the slices of pizza is already gone. We don't ask how, it's not ladylike. Divine takes a sip of her soda, frowning thoughtfully. "I don't know. All I know is that I see Her face in my head, but it's ''my'' face too. Something I feel in my bones says I have to confront her, test my strength against hers. I know it won't be enough, but I don't think I have a choice."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would shake her head, "Why do you have to do that? Think for yourself, Divine. Why is that in there for you? What is the purpsoe of it? Why has it been.. Grafted onto you?" Her tone thoughtful. "And why do you think it so much?"
Divine	Divine just shrugs. "My best guess is that I was made in some lab, with this ... Drive ingrained in my genetics, or what do you call it," she says, thinking. "Deep conditioning directly into my brain from the moment I ''had'' one? I'm not a scientist. I'm a brawler. A fighter."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would nod gently and sadly, "I see. You are.. This can be worked on. You are your own person, Divine. You were not a thing made in a lab. You are -yourself-." Her gesturing for another pizza to be brought over.
Divine	Divine listens. She does. She is her own person. She is no one but herself, but that doesn't mean she can just ignore the purpose she was created for, does it? "It's .. It's not like there's a voice in my head telling me I have to do it and nothing else. It's just that... It feels like a calling. A purpose." She will never say no to more pizza. She's been missing out
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would nod gently, "I understand." It's hard to get rid of a genetically wired perogative, after all. "I'm willing to make you an offer, if you're interested in it." She would gesture. "And have as much pizza as you would like."
Divine	Genetic imperitives are a giant pain. Maybe after she does what she's supposed to, she'll hunt down her makers and tear up their lab. Unless they put a bomb in her head or something. "I'm listening," she says, drinking from her cup.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would offer, "I'll set you up with somewhere to stay. Give you a budget, food, and help track down whomever made you. In turn I might ask for your.. Muscle on occasion when needed."
Divine	It barely takes Divine a minute to answer. "Okay. I could do that," she says. Her tone is very matter of fact, almost professional. Honestly, it's what she would have went for, if she knew what professional was. "I'm pretty good at muscle, you just have to point me in the right direction." There's worse things she could be doing than bodyguarding the White Queen. At least she's not knocking over bodegas and ATMs.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would smile, "Lovely. I'll hve an apartment made ready for you. Are there any things that you would like in it? Or are you not sure and you would like to take some time to explore? To personalize or accessorize it?" Emma would muse with her latest 'project' girl.
Divine	The dark haired woman frowns thoughtfully. "I ... I don't know. I think, maybe, I'd like to set it up myself. I've never really had a space of my own before." He looks far off for a moment. Oh no, she's daydreaming about it.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would smile, "That sounds lovely. When you're ready, I can go out shopping with you and you can see what sorts of things you might like. Or if you're not sure if you want to go out, I'll have some items sent in for you to review."
Divine	"I'll think about it, uh, ... ma'am?" Divine half-asks. She's mostly unsure how to address Emma now that she is more than technically an employee. Wrecking that limo could have gone way worse.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would smile, "We'll figure it out shortly." She would offer a hand, "It's a pleasure to have made your acquaintance, Divine. WE'll do great things together."