Emma walked down the school hallway with a new purpose. Students and faculty alike darted out of her way, as if they were on puppet strings. Which of course, they were. Due to Emma’s newfound psychic god-powers, she was able to subtly ‘convince’ their subconscious mind to get out of her way.
At the present moment, she refrained from outright possessing anyone, because she knew that there were several minds which could potentially pose a threat, especially if they banded together and presented aunited front. Those minds in particular belonged to Charles Xavier, Rachel Grey, Betsy Braddock and The younger version of Jean Grey. The latter of whom Emma considered her biggest threat, both in terms of physical beauty and pre-mental power upgrade. If a shred of the Phoenix force resided in her, she could take Emma head-on, which was why she had to be the first to go.
But she knew that a straight forward assault wasn’t the wayto go.
Calmly, she entered the young woman’s room, as quiet as a mouse. The Eighteen year old mutant stood in the middle of the room, half-dressed and in a complete state of shock.
“Emma, what are you-?” Jean asked, as she rushed to grab a shirt to cover herself.
“I just wanted to talk,” Emma replied calmly, as she went to work on the young woman’s brain. Like with the other students in the hall, shedidn’t outright change her way of thinking. That would be too noticeable for her needs. Instead, the White Queen focused her attention on the more animalistic side of Jean’s mind. Particularly the portion that dealt with sexual urges. “About your recent behaviours,” Emma continued, as she ramped up Jean’s unconscious desire for sex.
“My….what?” Jean asked, her voice wavering only slightly.
“Teasing the men at this school,” Emma said, as she continued to play with Jean’s mind. Making her more and more horny with everypassing word. And more prone to suggestion. “You’re trying, Jean. But let an old pro let you know how to really drive them wild,” Emma said with a low whisper, as she planted a single thought in Jean’s now sex-craved mind. The redhead would not remember their conversation at all, but now had a burningdesire to be as much of a slut as possible.
Of course, this was all revenge for Emma feeling like sloppy seconds for so many years. And though the girl had nothing to dowith the way Scott had treated her, revenge was still very sweet.