Kerrigan's Side of the House, 29 Chimera Court, Friday Early Morning

[on_her_korhal]

Fandom still held some surprises after all, as it turned out.

A certain young blonde telepath had shown up on Kerrigan's doorstep last night. That... had been a surprise. On the other hand, she had mused, it was almost as if the island were actively trying to cast its more talented inhabitants into her lap. Far be it from her to look a gift horse in the mouth.

So to speak.

Kerrigan had kept her curiosity in check the previous night, but Emma's mental state had been a little-- hm. Useful? She supposed she could find out how useful now, in the morning. And so by time dawn broke, Kerrigan was heading back into the room where she had left Emma a mattress, two cups of coffee in her hands.

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[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Kerrigan pulled the web tight, making sure it would last, then retreated graciously.

She had not made it to Queen Bitch of the Universe without making sure there were certainties. Now all she'd need was time, and she had plenty of that.

"You're not alone because you have them at your beck and call," she said, with not even rudimentary consideration for how Emma's friends might feel about that assessment. "You have an army, should you wish it, and you have allies. What else do you want? People like you and I don't follow, we don't bank on one option and wait around, we lead. And there are always options for us."

Though really, she just meant 'I'.

[icecoldfrost]

"So say I have an army." Which she did, Emma just didn't want to admit it. "There isn't an outright war I can march them in to."

"Yes, I could have my 'queendom' in three years or less if I went the ruthless route. But I'd rather take my time, aim for five, and have my position secure from retaliation. Then I can take on the rest of the world."

Look, she didn't plan small. You had to give her that.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

That... given.

Not that Kerrigan cared anymore, at this point. Emma could disagree with her all she wished - when it came down to it, she'd do what Kerrigan wanted. (And if that came with an empire in some other world? That would only be useful.)

"If your father locks you up, you'll have a war, like it or not," Kerrigan said, lightly. "But I'm hardly going to criticise you for having ambition. Now that would be mightily hypocritical of me."

[icecoldfrost]

"Then it'll be his fault when the casualties pile in, not mine," Emma replied, an undercurrent of viciousness peeking through.

"But what are your ambitions? I mean, not that I don't love having you as a teacher, but I can't see you wanting to be an educator forever. I mean, if I can ask that."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"That's the spirit," Kerrigan said, completely without irony. Then her mouth curved up. "I'll be leaving soon, I'm afraid," she said, "I've been laying low here for a while, and I'll be laying low at home a little longer. But not forever. I have a job to finish."

If anyone on this island got that without going into a snit about Kerrigan being 'evil' or whatnot, well.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma was too tired to try and hide her reaction, and her face fell. "Now how am I going to come up with new and interesting ways to traumatize my classmates?" she sulked. "Unless you'll let me keep the Ghost suit..."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I can give you my number," Kerrigan replied.

It'd be easier to keep tabs on when Emma left the island that way. "You're welcome to keep the suit. I have no need for it."