Office Hours, Wednesday

[on_her_korhal]

It was a whole big, beautiful new semester, wasn't it?

The intel she was gathering here was already proving to be very interesting indeed; but today, Kerrigan was busy with other things. Drafting up class plans with her hands, her mind was high up and away, poking through her own troop movements.

She was certain the entire galaxy was wondering what the hell had happened to the Zerg, pulling away at the moment they could have claimed total victory. They didn't fully comprehend what was going on, which was fine with her... For now.

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[icecoldfrost]

"Guinea pigs for what?" Emma was definately intrigued.

Luckily -- or unluckily for most people that dealt with her -- Frosts were more-or-less incapable of understanding basic morality as well. It had been bred out of them for generations.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Anything they might conceivably find unpleasant," she said, lightly. "Though no maiming. Maybe a prime spot in the more exciting half of my course."

She leaned back into her seat. Though, speaking of maiming - do you have any combat experience with your powers at all?

[icecoldfrost]

"Maiming is for the uncreative who fall back on physical violence," Emma replied, distaste coloring her tone.

<< Some. I can take control of another person's body, and I've been known to make people take a nap when I feel it is needed, >> she answered silently. << Hallucinations; bugs under the skin, spiders, that sort of thing. >>

<< Although I'm of the opinion that my best asset is being out of combat, acting as the instantaneous telepathic switchboard for multiple people. >> If Kerrigan asked, Emma would tell her where, how, and who she picked that trick up from, but it wasn't relevant yet.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Communication is our greatest gift, Kerrigan replied. If her mental voice was laden with some irony, then so be it. Still, there are much, much better ways to use your mind. If you don't mind the relative pun.

She sat forward. If you'd like to learn more. "Good. I'm sure you'll figure out some way to make their lives more interesting, miss Frost. In fact, I'm banking on it."

[icecoldfrost]

If Kerrigan hadn't been a teacher, she would have been on the receiving end of one of Emma's 'You Are Clearly A Moron' Looks of pure disdain. If she'd like to learn more. Not that Emma spent most of her free time pushing her range or poking about or anything, no, never.

<<I'm interested.>> she replied mildly. "And so long as it's considered acceptable for me to volunteer them for 'guiena pig' status based on what I hear."

Getting in trouble for using her powers on her classmates in a telepath's class would suck.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Emma's exceptionally mild tone was all Kerrigan needed to know she had the little mutant right where she wanted her. Her expression didn't change a bit. "It's acceptable," she said, lightly. "How else am I going to keep discipline in my class?" We both know how disgusting their heads get.

[icecoldfrost]

<< YOU don't have to live in the dorms. >>> Teenage. Boys. Everywhere. If it hadn't been for the week with the pollen giving her a kick, too, Emma quite possibly would have been scarred for life.

"You could try the old fashioned way," she mused. "Fear, detention, extra homework, and vague threats of punishing the whole class if anyone steps out of line, to make everyone loathe each other."

Private school had been so very educational.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

I lived in barracks, Kerrigan replied, with little sympathy, and left Emma with just the slightest of impressions of just how freaking desperate soldiers out in the field for months could be.

"I'll keep that under consideration," she said, dryly, "But I think letting you keep house will be a nice start."

For fostering paranoia, anyway.