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Rather than Jean, a tall woman clad in a black leather bustier and matching pants stands before Emma. Her skin is a deep, saturated blue, and the eyes meeting Emma's are bright yellow. Her only remotely Jean-like feature is her vivid red hair, cut to a short bob, and then Emma notices the gleaming pistol being aimed at her and all other thoughts disappear. They stand there, frozen for a moment, before the older woman breaks the silence. "I'm not here for trouble, Miss Frost, and I apologize for using her face." Despite her words, Emma finds herself continuing to doubt the shifter's intentions… perhaps because of the gun pointed at her chest? "I was sent to give you two things: an item and a message. I only do this, because the one who told me to do this… I love her, and I would be devastated if I lost her."

Dropping out of her defensive posture, Emma hesitates a moment longer before shifting back to her flesh and blood form. With a subtle nod, Raven places her pistol back into its holster. Reaching into a small pouch, the older woman fishes out a small white leather box. Seeing the box, Emma's stomach knots and in an instant she lashes out at Mystique with her mind, only to run into hundreds of thoughts swirling together like a writhing ball of snakes. Nausea hits the young mutant as she drops to her knees with a hiss. "How… how did you get..?"

"I was given it by my wi… by the person who sent me to you." With a look of shock, Raven Darkhölme looks from the girl to the box and then back.

"I'm… I'm sorry, it just. It looks like what I left with Jean." Unable to look Raven in the eyes out of shame, Emma stares at the ground.

Seasons of Change - Ch 06 Questions, Not Answers
Lexi's Note: I know it seems like the story is going 100 directions at once, but I swear, there will be resolutions and most of the questions will be answered.
May 19, 2009The Frost Summer Home - East Hampton, NY11:04AM
    Sitting in the breakfast nook as she fusses with her scrambled eggs, Emma listens to her brother talking to their friend Warren on the telephone. Hopefully going out sailing with Warren will let her take her mind off of recent events, at least for a little while. "Yeah, Warren. Yup. We'll meet you there." Christian smiles as leans against the kitchen island. "Mmhmm… I'll call when we get ther