Room 218, Friday Night

[glacial_queen]

Okay, so her plan to visit with Ben to try and relieve the unrelenting despair that had been all of her visits with her friends lately (ie Katniss and Triela) had failed, so Karla was calling it an early evening, hanging out in her room, painting her nails and reading trashy romance novels with a bottle of wine and some chocolates. There, all the hallmarks of a good evening.

Nothing could possibly go wrong. Right?

[For one and SP]

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[icecoldfrost]

All that time spent in class listening to Kerrigan and applying her powers had paid off, and Emma's 'you can't see me' trick allowed her to slip into the dorms and keep away from anyone who would ask questions.

She stopped in front of 218, knocking mentally as well as physically. "Karla, you home?" Which, Emma knew perfectly well she was, but the forms of politeness ought to be observed when you want a favor.

[glacial_queen]

Karla set aside her current trashy romance (the heroine had just fallen into a stream in her thin, white chemise and been fished out by the hero). "Of course, darling," she called. "Come in! I have chocolates."

[icecoldfrost]

"Did I just hear your brain thinking something about a white chemise?" she asked, skeptically. "You'll have to do better than that to seduce me, Queen Karla."

Not that Emma looked - or felt - very seducable right now. She'd cleaned up as best she could at Kerrigan's, but she wasn't looking her best at the moment.

[glacial_queen]

"I'm reading," Karla said, glancing up as Emma entered the room. "Besides, there's no nearby rivers for you to fall into, so it's a moot--Hell's fire and Mother Night, Emma, what the Hell happened to you?"

[icecoldfrost]

"I walked into a rock last night," Emma deadpanned. Well, a rock-headed father, at any rate. "Would you be willing to patch me up, at least enough so I don't have bruises on my face at graduation?"

[glacial_queen]

"A rock, huh?" Karla looked dubious. "Of course I'll Heal you. But, come on, Ems. What the Hell happened? Bullshit a rock."

She didn't bother waiting for Emma to answer before she was leveraging herself off the bed to come and examine the bruises closer.

Fingermarks stood out starkly against Emma's pale skin. She didn't say anything, but privately began a mental catalogue of what she'd do to whomever left these marks on her friend.

[icecoldfrost]

"Rock-headed," she amended. "I'm fine, Karla, really. I spent the night at Kerrigan's just to be sure, and then came here. By tomorrow morning, it will all have been dealt with."

[glacial_queen]

"Good," Karla said, biting back any more comments. She could guess what it had cost Emma to come here and show her the bruises in the first place and getting all angry and swearing up and down to shave the bastard that did this wasn't going to make things better.

Hopefully Emma would just write off the sudden coldness of Karla's hands as part of the Healing process. "I won't even need a web for this. Just a bit of Healing Craft and some concentration and..."

Even as she spoke, the bruises began fading from view. Before more than a few minutes had passed, Emma's skin was flawless once again.

[icecoldfrost]

"I can hear you," Emma reminded her, although she was mostly just reading Karla's face. "Sorry, darling, but this isn't someone you can maim without causing more trouble for me later."

[glacial_queen]

"Humph," Karla said, unsuccessfully trying not to scowl. "I just don't like the idea of someone getting to hurt you without consequence."

People just didn't get to hurt Emma. That wasn't right!

"If I promise not to pry, can I convince you to join me for a glass of wine?" she asked.

[icecoldfrost]

Emma's smile wasn't meant to be friendly. "Oh, there's going to be consequences," she promised. "If I have to enact them myself, I'll even invite you along."

"But you can ply me with wine, and if you ask nicely enough, maybe I'll tell you once we're both too drunk to do anything about it."

[glacial_queen]

"For a promise on that invitation, I'll even throw in chocolates," Karla said, a nasty smile of her own starting to bloom. "I promise to stay quiet and just watch--unless you decide to let me help."

Now that Emma'a bruises were taken care of, she called in another glass and poured a generous amount into it before handing it over. "You should at least come in and make yourself comfortable. No drinking my good wine with a foot out the door."