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Post by Emma Frost on May 30, 2012 22:59:44 GMT -5
Location: The Hellfire Club
Date: 6/8/12
Time of Day: ~ 9:00 PM[/I][/ul]
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Post by Tony Stark on May 31, 2012 0:32:49 GMT -5
An open bar would be the test. This Hellfire Club didn't sound all that appealing, a bunch of snobs hanging out in a snobby looking party hall acting all snobby. Not the ideal party location for one Tony Stark. So he'd decided, having a night where Pepper was off on a meeting and the world didn't need saving, he'd pop his head in and check it out. If there was an open bar, maybe he'd even stick around and see the person that wrote him the fancy letter on the expensive looking glittery paper. Least he could do, right?
And that's what he did. With the Mark VII bracelets on his wrist, Tony was all set to head inside the Hellfire Club's Manhattan building. To say it was a snobby looking place couldn't have been further from the truth. There were strippers here! Strippers! This was a potential TMZ nightmare. Deciding to limit himself to only four drinks, Tony planned on spacing them out.
"Jarvis."
"Yes sir?"
"Put the Pepper Protocol on four drinks, shock the bracelets if I go above."
"Very good sir."
The Pepper Protocol was a program he created that would keep him out of too much mischief. If he drank too much, he'd get a shock, if he started to behave inappropriately, he'd get a shock. Tony wasn't taking any chances, this place was practically candy land in his mind.
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Post by Elisabeth Braddock on Jun 10, 2012 20:35:48 GMT -5
Well, Elisabeth Braddock had gotten the invitation, and she felt obligated to attend the function at the Hellfire Club; Betsy had always been a bit of a daddy's girl, and her father had been a member of this 'prestigious' group - when he'd still been alive, that is.
So, the devoted daughter dressed to the nines in a lime green cocktail dress and strutted on into the ominous, old building. Bee's first impression upon seeing the inside of this place was not very high, despite the gorgeous decor... It was probably the strippers' fault.
A quick sweep with her empathic abilities told Betsy that all of the women were here of their own free will, and they all seemed to enjoy their jobs - and apparently the tips were 'to die for' (in the good way).
Now, becoming mildly amused with this 'club - which Betsy simply assumed was a 'hang out' for the young, gorgeous and upwardly mobile - Betsy made her way towards the bar and ordered a gin and tonic, all the while looking and feeling about with her psionic abilities to see if she knew anyone else here...  |
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Post by Sebastian Shaw on Jun 10, 2012 22:29:58 GMT -5
The Hellfire Club was an institution now. Set up world wide, they were starting to take over into businesses and really make a name for themselves in other countries. He should know, he helped it reach that point. Sebastian Shaw was the Black King of the Inner Circle. Because of him, the group had grown and grown for much longer than he'd care to admit. Shaw was older than he looked, and even more powerful as well.
Making his way around the main room of the party, Shaw was looking about. He spotted the White Queen scouting out Tony Stark from her seat. If the rumors were true about Stark, she'd have him in the palm of her hand in no time at all. More interesting to him was the arrival of Elisabeth Braddock. He could practically smell the mutation on her. Shaw had heard the rumors about her, she was like Emma. A mind reader. There was always rumor for that in the money making world.
Fetching his scotch, Sebastian walked up to the bar and said, "Miss Braddock, I'm happy to see you decided to take the Hellfire Club on their invitation, your father would have been pleased to see you here today. After all, we still have yet to get through to that brother of yours." He sipped his drink before offering a hand, "Sebastian Shaw. Welcome to my party, it's a pleasure to have you."
There was a bit of excitement flowing through his emotional scale, the Invincible Iron Man and Psychic Psylocke had come to his party, and were about to be recruited. These were once in a life time steals. The thrill of the hunt was on.
Sebastian was pretty skilled in burying thoughts, he wondered how much Betsy would be able to dig up. At the most, he figured that she'd realize he knew she was in his head already at this point. |
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Post by Elisabeth Braddock on Jun 19, 2012 11:55:04 GMT -5
"Miss Braddock, I'm happy to see you decided to take the Hellfire Club on their invitation, your father would have been pleased to see you here today. After all, we still have yet to get through to that brother of yours."
Betsy smiled politely and replied, "Thank you. As for Brian... Well, he's a bit swamped working for the British Government." And, that was true... But specifically, Brian Braddock worked for MI-13 under the codename Captain Britain. But, that wasn't publicly known.
She assumed this man must be someone of high-rank here, but... Bee hadn't the foggiest idea who he was - so, she gently began to use her psionic gifts on him as he sipped his drink.
Then, he shook her hand. Like he KNEW she was reaching into his mind.
"Sebastian Shaw. Welcome to my party, it's a pleasure to have you."
"Enchanted," Betsy replied, shaking his hand. "Lady Elisabeth Braddock - though... you already knew that," she said with an elegant smile.
She withdrew from his mind the moment Bee was sure that he was aware of her presence in there. All she could gather was what her empathy told her: that he felt excited. Almost like the Thrill of the Chase... but maybe, not quite... It was hard to say.
"Did you know my father, Mr. Shaw?" Elisabeth asked casually, trying to suss out anything she could about this mysterious, powerful man. |
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Post by Emma Frost on Jun 24, 2012 1:25:55 GMT -5
[/i] The blonde ran a hand through her hair before sauntering over to him. Their other guest had arrived as well, she felt her presence. Elisabeth Braddock wasn't her concern though, no, Tony Stark was. A drink in hand, "Good evening, Mr. Stark." She started smoothly, taking a sip of the mixed drink in her hand. Drinking on the job? Emma thought to herself, and almost let out a chuckle. She wasn't worried about anybody attempting to read her mind, she was sure that the walls she had up were strong enough to keep anybody around out. This was also only her second drink of the night, she would stop there for a while, sober up, and maybe have a few more later on. Sounds like a plan? Sounds like a plan. "Come, sit, sit." Emma took the liberty of walking to one of the many lavish sofas in the club. She placed her drink on a table beside them. She wondered what she could learn from this man. He was very interesting. As he sat she caught a glimpse of a bracelet on one of his wrists, but said nothing of it. The blonde turned around and leaned over the sofa, she motioned to a server with one hand. At the same time, she tried to show off a bit of her backside to Tony. Entertaining her guests was her job! As the server came over she asked for a drink for her guest, her very important guest. "You don't mind me ordering you a drink, right? It'd just be an awfully boring experience if you didn't have a few sips of something. We only have top-shelf here, so you don't have to worry about cheap liquor either." She didn't have to add that last part, but thought that it may help loosen things up.[/ul] |
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Post by Tony Stark on Jun 28, 2012 12:47:57 GMT -5
When someone called his name, Tony turned a bit. He was used to being the center of attention, and yet, everyone here seemed to be so wrapped up in themselves, no one had noticed the leading, and only, name in clean energy was here. His eyes scanned the woman, stunning was a good word, but, Tony was more interested in the look in her eyes than the perfect profile she had. There was just something, ulterior brewing, he could practically smell it.
She offered him a drink and Tony smirked, she knew who he was, then again, just about everyone knew that Tony needed a good drink in hand at a party. Nodding, Tony spoke for the first time since she approached him, "I don't let anyone order me a drink before they tell me their name. |
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Post by Sebastian Shaw on Jul 3, 2012 15:44:11 GMT -5
"Thank you. As for Brian... Well, he's a bit swamped working for the British Government."
Shaw smiled and waved it off, "Such a shame, but work is work, we all must attend to it at some point." In truth, Sebastian had heard things through the grapevine about Brian Braddock. Something along the lines of another costumed wonder, this one going by Captain Britain. Now, getting top secret information of this sort was never easy, but the name seemed to suggest to him that he was talking about another super soldier of some sort. That said, if he was anything like Steven Rogers, then Brian Braddock wasn't nearly as special as his sister.
"Enchanted," Betsy replied, shaking his hand. "Lady Elisabeth Braddock - though... you already knew that,"
He chuckled before owning up to her claims, "Guilty as charged. I go through the entire guest list before approving a party such as this. You know, as one of the four hosts, it's important that I know exactly who will be here. It's also important to invite Tony Stark, because if you don't, he'll show up anyway." Sebastian joked, nodding toward the man at the other end of the party. Stark was one of the higher end guests, just as Elisabeth was, for similar reasons.
"Did you know my father, Mr. Shaw?"
"I did," Shaw started, "He was a friend. The Hellfire Club is in your blood Elisabeth, I hope you won't hesitate to come to us for anything." |
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Post by Elisabeth Braddock on Jul 18, 2012 23:06:36 GMT -5
Betsy offered Shaw a polite smile and replied, "Thank you, Mr. Shaw. That's quite kind of you."
Bee doubted she'd need to ask anyone here at this decadent club for help with anything... But, she wasn't going to be rude about it. This was, after all, a party.
And yet, Bee sort of had a bad feeling about this place and the people of the Club - she rather felt a bit like Persephone in Hades; though thankfully, Bee knew enough not to eat any of the offered pomegranate seeds, so to speak.
"I believe my father held the position of Black King, back in London, if I'm not mistaken..." Bee said in a soft voice, as she had come to understand that the Inner Circle was not really something that the Public was aware of. "So... If you're one of our four hosts tonight, I wonder... Are you the Black or White King, Mr. Shaw?" Betsy asked in a hushed voice with a look of intrigue on her face.
Whether or not she agreed with the Club and its activities was irrelevant - Bee was greatly interested in the lore of the Hellfire Club, regardless. It was quite hard not to be... The place was absolutely steeped in History and Power - and not just the London branch... |
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Post by Sebastian Shaw on Jul 24, 2012 9:50:23 GMT -5
Sebastian was playing the pieces correctly, and soon, he'd have another powerful psychic working for him, he was absolutely sure of it. Cornering Elisabeth Braddock was the best move he could have made when he'd seen her name on the guest list. Emma could deal with Stark, who had no use for a man as powerful as he was anyway.
"I believe my father held the position of Black King, back in London, if I'm not mistaken..." Bee said in a soft voice, as she had come to understand that the Inner Circle was not really something that the Public was aware of. "So... If you're one of our four hosts tonight, I wonder... Are you the Black or White King, Mr. Shaw?" Betsy asked in a hushed voice with a look of intrigue on her face.
A charming smile was the correct path to take, "Like your father, I hold the position of Black King here. When I think to the others who've been in that seat, I feel rather honored. Your father was a rather brilliant Black King, I admired the things he did."
He resisted clearing his throat and asked, "Now, Miss Braddock, I simply have to know, now that you aren't modelling, what is it that you do?" Was that a secret? Oh, Sebastian loved a good secret, he wanted to know. |
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Post by Elisabeth Braddock on Jul 28, 2012 14:52:14 GMT -5
"Like your father, I hold the position of Black King here. When I think to the others who've been in that seat, I feel rather honored. Your father was a rather brilliant Black King, I admired the things he did."
Bee smiled and replied, "I'm quite happy to hear that. Thank you."
Either Sebastian Shaw was a world-class schmoozer, or else he was being sincere - or both. It was quite difficult to tell without actively using her powers, and Betsy couldn't shake the feeling that doing so wouldn't really be the best idea - she was, after all, trying to fly under the radar, and she could already feel that she wasn't the only psionic in the room.
"Now, Miss Braddock, I simply have to know, now that you aren't modelling, what is it that you do?"
It was no secret that Elisabeth Braddock had been a world-class fashion model, but that had been so long ago... What she did now was, pretty much, classified. She was on-loan to SHIELD from STRIKE's Psi Division in the UK, and she may wind up working with the Avengers or the X-Men at some point... or not. But, Bee couldn't really reveal those details to the enigmatic Sebastian Shaw.
"Oh... I'm here in the States on government business. You could say that I'm sort of an ambassador," Betsy revealed with a clever smile. She wasn't lying - she was being completely honest; but, she wasn't telling the whole truth. |
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