4590/An Evening Ramble

An Evening Ramble
Date of Scene:	06 June 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Emma goes for a walk and gets off on the wrong foot (literally) with one Drake Riley. Things turn out about as well as you might expect.
Cast of Characters:	Volt, Emma Frost

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Volt has posed:
The sun is setting in the west, and the warm day is quickly cooling down. It's the perfect time for outdoor activity, in Drake's opinion. The teen comes from a rather warm part of the United States. You either bake in the sun, or you get strategic in the summer.

Either way, Drake's had a difficult time going from extremely active and living off the cuff to the relative cushiness of the Xavier Institute. He's since found solace in exercise. Jogging has become a nearly nightly activity for him. And so, dressed for the task, he's trotting at a fair clip around the perimeter of the backyard, soaking in the quiet atmosphere.

Emma Frost has posed:
While not quite summer, the temperatures in late spring were balmly enough that taking an after dinner walk made things much more comfortable. And for Emma Frost, they allowed her to clear her mind, and upon occassion to listen in to conversations she might not otherwise have gotten to hear. Though tonight it isn't so much a conversation as a haphazard and unplanneed meeting brought courtesy of a near collision as Drake comes around a bend one direction, barely heeding where he's going, and she's turning the corner the other, nearly bumping into him.

There's something of a pained expression on the woman's face as she chides him, "You do realize others use this path, young man, yes?"

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley is mostly focused on his surroundings, on recent developments, on the sounds of nature as the hour gets later. So was he watching for people? No, most people would be more out in the open, right? Whatever the reason, there's a near-collision. Drake skirts to the side, his jog promptly cut short. "Whoa, what?," he asks, expression marked in annoyance at first from the tone used. But he realizes she's a faculty member, thanks to a roster given to him upon joining, and the annoyance is dulled back. It isn't gone, but it's dulled. "I guess not," he says dryly, going through the motions of what he clearly feels is an unjust chastisement. "Sorry. My bad."

Emma Frost has posed:
Another teacher might have crossed their arms, or embarked upon a lecture.. and in truth, on any other given day, Emma might have given that very lecture. Instead, she watches Drake's expression go from annoyance to something more mollified when he realizes just /who/ he's talking to.

"You guess not? Care to clarify that, young man?" It's clear she's not letting him off the hook, but neither is she angered. If anything, there are notes of hinted at amusement behind her features, and certainly warming the edges of the chill in her tones.

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley, on the other hand, is less amused by what he perceives as being pointlessly hassled. His eyes half-lid, and he attempts to even his breathing from the workout. "I'll develop psychic powers," he replies glibly before he can filter it. Well, it's out there now, come what may. He's been having to process more than he would've expected in a very, /very/ short period of time, resulting in some wear and tear on his tolerance.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma is nonplussed. "Clearly you have some antagonism to let out, young man. Does my taking up space upon this trail offend you?" The corners of her lips doing a faint upturn at his commentary about psychic powers... Little does he know.

Volt has posed:
"No. And I don't have /antagonism/ to get out," Drake refutes. "I was jogging. You rounded into me. Now you're giving me crap. What'm I supposed to do with that?" Breathing now mostly evened out to a natural pace, he takes a step back from her and raises his hands in a mild shrug. "You're a teacher here, so what you say goes. Do I have detention?"

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma arches a brow. "Oh, my. I, walking at a liesurely pace, rounded into you, who were running. I see." Her words drip with unveiled sarcasm. "And pointing out to you to watch where your *running* leads you, is you receiving.. crap."

Her amusement is chill now.

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley exhales a sigh, his expression unchanging. "Alright. I won't jog in the backyard. How's that?," he asks. Arms now lift to fold over his chest, head cocking faintly to the side. A few of those wispy, rakish bangs fall further over his eye.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma makes a small gesture of hand that encompasses a 'follow me'.

"Come. We'll talk. A small amount about this notion you have of entitlement, and perhaps a few other things if I'm satisified."

She doesn't elucidate, but she does begin walking along the path the way he's come, and towards the lake. ie: away from the main buildings.

Volt has posed:
"/Entitlement/?," asks Drake with growing outrage. But it appears his fate is sealed, as the faculty member bids him to follow. He does just that, pinching the bridge of his nose wih frustration. No, he doesn't say anything more. At this point, he wants this encounter to end.

Emma Frost has posed:
"Don't think I don't see that," Emma says quietly as he pinches the bridge of his nose, all without looking his way, or even making an indication that she's been paying attention to him. "And yes, your entitlement. Since when, young man, do you own the pathways? Not to mention, your attitude, while possibly commendable with your peers, will fail you in the long run. You're going to run into those who will despise you for who and what you are, and that attitude is not going to sway anyone to your point of view."

Now she glances over, her gaze a flick of attention over him, and back to her liesurely stroll along the path.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Knowing full well that the boy is on the edge. Most definitely feeling him out, even if he's not aware of that.

Volt has posed:
Drake Riley doesn't stop the bridgepinch, despite her saying that. It's an outward expression of a strong, inwards frustration.

"What do-.. I say I was freakin' /jogging/," Drake replies. His hand lowers again, now glaring at the back of her head. "I'm not looking to score points with anyone. And you think I don't know what kind of crap mutants get? The Hell reason do you think I'm /here/ for? I was told this place wouldn't get judgmental about it, so no. I'm not kissing boots. My bad for not realizing that's expected."

"My classes haven't even /started/ yet, and I'm apparently pissing off the faculty already. So maybe this was a huge mistake. Can you give me detention already so this can be over?"

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma pulls up short and turns on the boy.

"So, young man, you think it appropriate for you to nearly run into someone and blame them? Am I understanding you correctly? Because if so, then you aren't nearly what I might be looking for. And I certainly think you're better off mingling amongst the masses back at the main building. In which case, do feel free to take your leave of me. I rather tire of this conversation and your inability to move past not only your own emotions, but yes, your entitlement. If you think that any of this is what being a mutant is about, or even a human being, then we no longer have anything to talk about."

Volt has posed:
"/You/ rounded into /me/, and insulted me for it!," Drake counters. He's now openly angry.

Turning sharply, he raises his left hand to cut himself off and proceeds to do just as she said: to take his leave of her. "Screw this."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma tsks softly in disappointment. "As you wish."

She makes no effort to stop the boy, or even convince him otherwise. As she says, if this is what he believes, they have little else to talk of at this moment. And should he think better of things in the future.. why then, perhaps they may talk then.