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| Return of the King; HFCers who wish to be there | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 2 2012, 06:34 PM (1,600 Views) | |
| Max_Coleridge | Jun 2 2012, 06:34 PM Post #1 |
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Darkforce Manipulation, Teleportation
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April 13th, noon Six days from when Max Coleridge was "escorted" out of Hellfire's Pleasure Palace, his sleek black limousine pulled smoothly up to the double doors of the main entrance. The doorman was quick out of the door, his hand on the car's door before it even came to a complete stop. "Welcome back, sir," he greeted the black king, one of the royal masters of the Hellfire Club. "It's good to have you back." Max didn't bother to acknowledge the underling's greeting as he unfolded himself from the car and headed for the main doors. "I need to see the Black Queen immediately," he snapped to the flood of servants gathering to greet their master. "Where is she?" "My lord," said a black pawn carrying a silver tray with a single long stem champagne flute, "the Black Queen is on the terrace, the last I saw, shall I inform her you desire a word with her?" "No," Max said as he passed the pawn, reaching out and snagging the drink as he went, "I'll tell her myself." In his mind, he watched the pawns staring after him as he ascended the central staircase in the lobby. As if suddenly remembering something, he checked himself and slowed, putting out his hand to feel his way up the handrail. At a more sedate pace, he finally arrived at the terrace. "Have you missed me, my love," Max said, giving Tessa a cocky smile as he bowed his head over hers for a passionate kiss. "We have much to discuss, my dear." |
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| Tessa Ayasli | Jun 5 2012, 02:03 AM Post #2 |
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"He is back, my Queen," Jem walked out onto the terrace with a large smile on her face, obviously joyful at the Black King making it back to the club. She moved quickly to Sage's side, where the Black Queen was sitting in a lounge chair in a sun dress. The dress was a dark red with black flowers upon it and it was outlined in black as well. Jem then said, "He is coming this way." "I am aware," Sage replied, still looking straight ahead as her mind took a moment to look upon the security systems. As she watched Max walk the distance between them, a smile came to her face. "He is such a handsome man, do you agree Jem?" "Yes, my Queen. He looks quite exceptional after what SHIELD has put him through," Jem replied. "Open the door, he approaches," Sage commanded Jem, and the pawn moved quickly to do so. As Max made his way onto the terrace, Tessa turned and stood from the chair, taking a moment to smooth out the dress and adjust her appearance quickly. It didn't take much, for she was always prepared visually to represent her throne. As he spoke, a smile came to her face and she walked forward to meet him. "Yes, I did miss you Max," Tessa answered, tilting her head upwards in order to return the kiss. She reached up and touched him on the cheek and looked him in the eyes, a genuine look of joy coming to her features. "You have left me alone here for some time, with just the pawns to look after me. I have missed you... but I managed things well while you were away." She turned away, keeping her head turned towards him for a moment to look him over, before continuing across the terrace to a table to where a lunch had been set out. Tessa moved to the grapes and took a bunch, raising them up to her nose to smell them before biting one off of it's vine. Without looking towards him again she questioned him. "What is it you wish to discuss?" |
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| Keniuchio Harada | Jun 5 2012, 08:49 AM Post #3 |
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Harada had allowed himself several days to re-acclimatise to the change in timezones and to discover what he had missed while he had been dealing with the ghosts from his past, Today would be a day spent at the club becoming accustomed to the duties and expectations of being a Knight of the White Court, even though for now he had been temporarily attached to the Black Court while Longshot was in England with the White Queen. While being mid conversation with one of the White Pawn's about what had been going on within the club during his absence, when he caught sight of the Black King entering the club. Max went straight for the stairs. "If you will excuse me, I must speak to the Black King." Harada spoke calmly to the Pawn who then returned to his own duties. The White Knight followed the Black King up towards the terrace, after all it would be expected of Harada to extend his serving of the Black Queen to the Black King given that it was his fault that neither had their own Knight at this moment. Having arrived on the terrace the Silver Samurai could already see that the Black King was engaged with the Black Queen and so for now he hung back, giving the pair their space before it would be appropriate to approach them. |
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| Max_Coleridge | Jun 6 2012, 12:17 AM Post #4 |
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Darkforce Manipulation, Teleportation
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"I had no doubt you could manage but you won't have to worry about having to do so again," he reassured her. The smile on her face and in her voice warmed him, it had seemed like ages since he'd seen it there and he found his feet automatically trailing after her before he was aware he was doing it, then didn't bother to stop himself. He was behind her as she picked up the grapes and lightly ran his hands fingers teasingly over her shoulders and down her arms before coming to rest on her slender hips. Bowing his head, he spoke softly, the warm breath of his words caressing the skin of her neck. "I'll always be at your side," he vowed. The intimacy of the moment faded as Harada appeared at the edge of the terrace. Max straightened and moved away from Tessa as she asked her question. Beckoning the formal White Knight forward with a gesture, he settled on one of the nearby benches, idly draping one of his long legs over the other. "A fortuitous arrival, knight. I understand that you were a great assistance to the queen in my absence, but I'm afraid your assistance with another endeavor is still required." He didn't bother to thank the man, as he was only doing his duty. Max turned his head to regard Tessa from behind solid black glasses, "There are powerful devices in the world, not fit for human hands," he said, saying the word human in much the same way other people would say scum. "A short time ago, someone tried to take it and was killed," he said gravely. "I received information, during my recent incarceration," he smiled ruefully that such an inconvenience should have actually been such a benefit, "that with the master of the house is also dead; so, its retrieval should be considerably simpler." |
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| Jason Wyngarde | Jun 7 2012, 12:15 AM Post #5 |
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It was not exactly ‘small news’, the return of the king. Since his unwarranted abduction by SHIELD, Jason had kept tabs on the situation to the best of his ability. He still couldn’t claim that he knew exactly what it was that SHIELD was after or why they had decided to imprison him when they had, but at the very least he knew when Max was returning and before the limousine had even pulled up he was headed down the stairs to greet him. A Pawn followed close by Jason, but he dismissed him with a wave of his hand. He took note of the White Knight standing at attention nearby and acknowledged him with a nod as he stepped up beside him and adjusted his tie while looking into an ornate mirror next to him. “Good afternoon,” he said pleasantly to the Knight with a sidelong glance over his shoulder. In the reflection he could see Max and his lovely Queen talking on the terrace behind him. With discerning eyes he took the two of them in, letting them have their moment before deigning to interrupt. Max motioned to Harada, inviting him over, and without a word the Knight obeyed. Jason didn’t know much about the mysterious White Knight. He was an enigma, a mystery to be puzzled out at a later date. For now he wanted to welcome Max back and he turned with a charming smile and took a few strides out on the deck. “Welcome back,” he said with a genuine smile. “The White Knight certainly did do a fine job of looking after the lovely Queen,” he said with a slight bow toward Sage. “Though she hardly seemed to need the help.” It was touchy with Tessa. His words by all intent were sincere, it honestly the best policy in the Hellfire Club. But more than once she had found a way to twist his meaning into something other than what he intended. Luckily Max moved the subject on, to some mysterious discussion of powerful devices. Crossing over to the rail, Jason appeared to only half-heartedly listen-but intently took very meticulous notes on the matter. He could only make assumptions on what Max was referring to-and it was something he was very interested in finding himself. “Do you have a plan?” He asked-knowing full well that the answer might very well be that it was none of his concern. |
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| Icarus | Jun 8 2012, 11:43 PM Post #6 |
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Darkforce Wings, Vocal Manipulation
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Joint post between Icarus and Tarot The day was relatively normal, just another day in the office, continuing to contact various important people that Max had been dealing with prior to his arrest, maintaining contact and keeping the business running. Quite frankly this was all potentially out of the young assistant’s jurisdiction within his job, however it was also an opportunity to prove that he had been learning much at the King’s side, well enough to further a business deal that had been going on for the past month at a relatively slow pace, to help it make a leap forward in the benefit of Coleridge Enterprises. But the young man also had other plans for the day, plans that were now torn apart with the arrival of another Pawn that entered the office with news. The King had returned. Jay was caught up with returning everything in order before asking where Max had gone to, learning quickly that it was to the terrace, to where the young man soon left. Down the hallway, the Pawn began to move swiftly, ignoring most. Until he spotted a familiar red head. “Miss Colbert.” Jay called out. “Care for a quick walk…we need to talk about tonight’s plans…” Marie-Ange had been on her way to convene with the Black Pawn for a dinner engagement when a flurry of exhilaration (mingled with anxiety) seemed to permeate the halls of Hellfire. Whispers seeped into the air in a deluge of hushed lyrics. Five words were identically repeated with each new telling, though the tone in which they were uttered tended to betray the imparter’s feelings on the matter. The Black King had returned. Marie was nearly to the door of Jay’s office when the man came marching down the hallway, unmindful of the other Pawns that swirled around him. Treading up to the man as he beckoned her over, she replied “I know, M’sieur. I’ve just heard. Are you going to see him now? If you do not mind, I would like to accompany you.” “Yes I am, I am his assistant and his loyal subject, and I would not miss his return.” The young man responded in his usual polite soft spoken nature that he carried when in decent company around the club. However, Jay had momentarily hesitated to respond to her wish to join him in the reunion with Max Coleridge. It was not that he did not enjoy Marie’s company, but he was not certain how private the King wished his return to be. On the other hand she had talent and abilities that were useful and personally introducing her to the King would likely be a boon to his own status. “Of course you may join me, Marie.” Jay responded with a charming smile. “I am certain the King would be delighted to meet you.” The Black Pawn motioned with a hand towards the direction they needed to leave for to the terrace. He considered offering her an arm to take as he would lead her, however he was not sure if that would seem too…personal and he could not yet gauge the potential reaction she may have to such a gesture, innocent or not. “This is your first time meeting a King of Hellfire is it not? Or did you meet the Kings of the Parisian branch through your grandmother?” Though she silently declined the offer of Jay’s leading arm, Marie was still pleased at his acceptance of her company. She walked in line with the Black Pawn, offering a warm smile in compensation. At the mention of her grand-mére, the girl responded, “En fait, M’sieur, I have had the pleasure of enjoying tea with her and the Parisian Black King on occasion, though the last time was nearly two years ago and I would hardly venture to say we are anywhere near well-acquainted.” It was a brief walk to the terrace, though the sense of excitement and trepidation in the air seemed to extend that stretch for Marie’s sense of time. When the two Pawns arrived, the Knight and Bishop of her own court were present. The Frenchwoman offered a curtsy to all in the room, but kept silent as was befitting her rank in the presence of a King and Queen. Her eyes caught Jason’s in the midst of his talk with Coleridge and their gazes lingered for a second longer than would’ve been considered decent, a hint of a smirk gracing her features. “Very impressive for a 19 year old.” Jay responded with his usual smile, he could have asked a few more follow up questions, to learn more of the other branches of the Hellfire Club across the globe for future use, however with time pressing he chose against it, at least for the moment. “I am not sure if Mr. Coleridge would afford you the same company, at least not any time soon. However when he does return, the White King does seem to enjoy conversations about gizmo’s and gadgets, if you know that sort of thing.” Jay replied, offering some advice. The pair of pawns of opposite courts moved swiftly through the halls until they made their quiet entrance to the terrace, which of course had the King and Queen in question, but there was also members of the White Court there, which the Black Pawn found odd, but at least Marie would not be alone. As well it potentially made things better for Icarus as well with his standing in the Black Court to the King and Queen. “Well at least you are not alone in the White Court…” The Black Pawn whispered in a hushed tone to Marie alone before stepping forward and away from her and bowed fully to the man who had just returned today. “My King, it is more than a pleasure to see you once again returned.” Jay spoke politely as he usually had. Still in his position of respect and submission he turned to the Queen as well. “And as always a delight to be in your company my Queen.” He added as well before beginning to straighten up eyes on the King. “Your children are well and safe within your room where you had left them, and Coleridge Enterprises remains intact as well.” The Pawn reported quickly. “I have left a report of events on both accounts on your desk at your office.” Jay looked over his shoulder to Marie. “I would also like to introduce you to a new White Pawn, even though it is likely not my place to.” Jay responded considering there were two higher ranking members of the White Court in the room at the moment, as well as the Queen somewhere. “However she has become a friend and I offered an introduction, my King. This is Marie-Ange Colbert, granddaughter of the Parsian Hellfire Club’s Black Bishop, and a mutant of precognitive ability.” He hoped that introduction was good enough, he was not exactly used to giving such things beyond informing the King of certain businessmen that they would deal with. He looked to the King’s face for any sort of reaction, and then quickly felt somewhat embarrassed for possibly intruding upon something important. “Um yea… glad you have returned, sorry if I have interrupted, but is there anything I can possibly assist with in any possible way?” |
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| Tessa Ayasli | Jun 9 2012, 03:47 AM Post #7 |
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"Good," Sage replied, looking up to Max as he promised to never leave her again. To those looking on, it would most likely appear that they were lovers and unafraid of displaying that. She hugged him again, pressing herself against him and burying her face into his shoulder for a moment. Tessa was truly glad to have her King back. The moment passed and she took a step back, still remaining close to Max's side but she refrained from embracing him further. Max's attention went to the White Knight, and Sage smiled to him. "His assistance was very appreciated. With everyone absent, I felt much safer with him by my side," Tessa complimented, reaching out and touching Harada on the shoulder with a smile. She then looked back to Max as he spoke of a device and the details of it. Tessa nodded to him, as if already knowing what device he was speaking of. Her eyes then moved towards the White Bishop and they narrowed, seemingly annoyed just by his presence. "Thank you, White Bishop," Tessa said to Jason, emphasizing the Bishop's court as if to remind him of his place. She then looked back to Max and continued, "This is good news indeed, what with our other possession taken. And there is more good news... the White Queen has returned, not long before you. I have not spoken to her yet, but her presence in this matter may be useful. Perhaps we should..." The Black Queen stopped short as Jay spoke up, interrupting her comment. Initially, her brows narrowed at him in the same way as they had towards Jason, but his kind words did much in swaying her from being angry for too long. Her face went back to being it's usual neutral and unreadable expression, and she nodded to Jay once in response to his bow. Her eyes then went to the new White Pawn, who was obviously someone who was elevated to that status to replace her. Naturally, Sage was going to be judgmental of this. "Colbert," Sage repeated, stepping away from Max and walking over to the White Pawn. She walked around the young lady, looking her over in a way that would be hard to know her intentions. Tessa then stepped up beside Marie-Ange, drawing her face in close to the young lady's ear. "You should be careful to approach us unless you are tending to your King and Queen," Tessa whispered into the girl's ear, not even attempting to veil her warning. Quite simply, she did not want another White Pawn to interest Max as she had. Sage's eyes glowed with a red hue and she turned her head to the side to look into Marie-Ange's eyes. "Go stand by your Bishop, pawn. Make use of yourself and tend to his needs until your Queen arrives instead of following Jay around like a lost puppy." Sage then turned back to Jay and glared at him as she walked past, moving back to Max's side. |
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| Keniuchio Harada | Jun 9 2012, 11:16 AM Post #8 |
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"Good afternoon White Bishop." The White Knight gave the Bishop a sideways glance and a nod. Before Keniuchio could ask the White Bishop how he was, Harada was summoned over by the Black King, Harada then closed the distance between the pair. As Jason moved himself across the terrace to speak to the Black King, Harada was about to comment on waiting his turn but then Harada remembered his place and bit his tong for now. "A fortuitous arrival, knight. I understand that you were a great assistance to the queen in my absence, but I'm afraid your assistance with another endeavor is still required." The idea of being useful to the black King picked at Harada's curiosity. The Black Queen then reached out and touched his shoulder, as she praised him. "You honor me Black Queen, it was an honor to provide my assistant to the Black Queen, a duty I would gladly do again." Harada wasn't expecting thanks, after all it was his duty to provide assistance to his superiors in the club. "You can rely on having my aid in recovering this device, Black King. You have my word." Whatever this device was Harada was curious about it not only for it's worth to the club but also as to whether or not it was related to the area his business worked within. The arrival of the two pawns had not gone unnoticed to the White Knight, however Harada chose to ignore their presence until the Black King and Queen had dismissed him. |
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| Betsy Braddock | Jun 9 2012, 07:33 PM Post #9 |
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Betsy had barely slept since the chaotic disorder of home, but there would be time for that later. On arriving back in the Hellfire Club, she had taken the time to change, wash her face, take a drink and be brought up to speed on what had happened in her absence. Just because she was not physically there did not mean that the White Queen had no eyes and ears open in the place…just unfortunately she had not foreseen the events of her trip home and so only now was she hearing about them. Digesting the information, she knew that while her sources were reliable, that she would do better to hear of anything truly important from those that mattered. Pausing once more to change the blouse she had worn on the flight for something fresher, she then made her way across the Club. A pawn had informed her of the gathering that had formed on the terrace and it was into this that the White Queen walked. Quickly, she made a mental note of who was there and who was not; it seemed the Black Knight was still to arrive, but she knew he would and that his luck would bring him in at the most perfect moment, such was his nature. Jason was there, as was Harada and she made sure to make eye contact with both men and greeted them warmly as she passed by them. Two Pawns were present from the Black Court and one of her own Court’s also. Marie was a pretty, very talented young lady and Betsy just hoped that she was going to be able to show some fire to match her hair if she intended to stay around for long. Then of course, there was Sage and Max. Stepping to them first, she inclined her head. “I believe I am not the only one who is returning,” Betsy spoke softly. “I’m glad to see you well, Max. And you, Tessa,” the words were given as a courtesy but a genuine one. “And now my Knight has returned, I shan’t be stealing yours for another moment, though I was very glad of his presence,” her face paled a little at the memories. Later, she would tell them, but now did not strike her as the time and certainly not in the open air anyway. Opening the space between them, she made it so that if her Bishop or Knight so wished, they could approach without being invasive of the others. On the surface, this might have been pleasantries, but there was lost time in several areas to make up for and things to be seen to. |
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| Longshot | Jun 9 2012, 11:31 PM Post #10 |
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Probability, Psychometry, Cloned Origin, Empathic Charisma
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JP Max and Longshot Max inclined his head to each as he was welcomed home. "Thank you. Adversity is just another opportunity for advancement, if you can make it work for you; something I always do," he finished with a smug and cocky smile. The smile slipped into something more charmingly lecherous when the two pawns appeared. Both so young and attractive and ... vulnerable. "Thank you, Jay, I'll go over you... your reports, later," he corrected himself with a smile and tipped his glass. Whether Tessa sensed the dark thoughts running free in his mind or just always suspected the worst, and was usually right. His lips curled into a faintly cruel smile, partially obscured by the glass, as Tessa's harsh warnings cut into the pretty White Pawn, and drunk in Tessa's sadistic tendencies. With a sigh, he straightened as Betsy entered and greeted them. "I'm glad he was of such great use to you and that you'll be returning him - what's mine, I keep," he said in a tone that could almost be mistake as a playful jest rather than a warning. He had recovered from the oddities of the trip into England's subconscious/reality warped/twisting turning construct/whatever it was exactly with his usual aplomb. After all, given the nature of his power and his own less than concrete grasp on the world around him, it wasn't anything he hadn't been through, hadn't experienced or imagined. It was what it was, and Longshot did what he could because of it. He rarely gave such things a second thought, and that was his nature to be so charmingly careless and ignorant of everything. They had not been told of the king's arrest while they were traveling, but he had been informed upon landing back in the states, and it was only the fact that they told him that his king had been released that kept him from hijacking a quinjet and releasing him himself. After all, if anyone could do so, he could. But there was no more need for him to be a blade, because The Shroud was coming home. As the group surrounded the King, as everyone made him welcome, reporting on what had happened during his unjust incarceration. Longshot watched, and Longshot wove his way in between the members of this court as slippery as an eel in oil. "Sir," he greeted, "Excuse me for the dereliction of my duties. It is a failing on my behalf that I mean to correct, immediately." "And what dereliction is that?" Max asked, turning his face toward his knight. "I have not protected the club, my court or my king," Longshot said, and a black light shown in his left eye. He lifted his hand and suddenly there was a razor blade between each finger. "I protect them now." And, he let his volley fly... straight, true, and with wicked silver beauty. "Now? Protect us from wha-" It was all he managed as Longshot's eye flashed a sinister black and a trio of blades cut the air directly at him. Years of intense training of Maximilian Coleridge's body and mind took over. His hands flew up and snatched two of the thin blades out of the air, a thin trickle of blood running from between the fingers of each hand. "He's gone mad!" Max shouted the warning as he ducked the third lethal blade. "He and Betsy, comprom-" Longshot waited, in an open stance, almost daring the 'Black King' to come for him. Two blades were snatched out of the air, impossibly no, improbably yes, and the third sailed over the man's head. A faint smile tilted Longshot's pretty lips up, and the star in his eye flashed. The blade hit the metal balustrade, and ricocheted back, just as the order to destroy the attacker was given. Lethalness not diminished by its circuitous route back to the king, the blade hit its mark, as it was meant to, at the base of the skull, severing spine, and driving upwards and into the soft grey pudding of the man's brain. "Protect us from the likes of you," Longshot said, as the man crumpled. For a moment, the face of Max Coleridge stared up at the gathering of Hellfire. Having lost his dark glasses in the excitement, his solid black eyes stared out of the handsome face. As death claimed the body, his completion changed to green and skin relaxed into something faintly scaly and ridges of flesh along his chin. The king is dead... Long live the king. Looking down at the corpse of this hideous thing that had dared masquarade as Max Coleridge, the Shroud, Black King of the Hellfire Club, Longshot stooped and casually retrieved his razors, wiping them free of strangely hued blood on the creature's expensive suit. Replacing his blades in their holsters, the deadly little clone turned to the astonished faces of the court, before landing heavily on Sage and said, "Where the hell is my King?" |
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| Tarot | Jun 10 2012, 01:36 AM Post #11 |
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(Permission to skip Jason given.) In truth, Marie-Ange was not at all expecting an introduction quite so proclaimed as Jay had given her. The naturally pale tone of her skin took on a faint hue of pink in response to the slight embarrassment, but she kept her cordial air about her. Despite the Pawn's official acceptance into the Hellfire Club transpiring only quite recently, she was still very aware that Jay had just done her a disservice, inadvertent though it may have been. It was a needled sense that was only further hammered into her doubts when the Black Queen approached her. "Colbert." “Oui, la Reine Noire,” she replied, defaulting to her native tongue in the face of sudden pressure. The whispered threats that followed cut the Frenchwoman deep, though more so because of who’d said them rather than their contents. Her first instinct, which she fought, was to wield a sour expression, but she acquiesced to the Queen’s demand and took a place beside Jason with a smile so undoubted that it rivaled his illusory form in tantalizing falsehood. Marie had heard many pleasant things about the newly appointed Queen of the Black Court regarding her tenure as a White Pawn. However, it now seemed as though the White had seen its swan become an ireful crow in the blackened embrace of their counterpart. At mademoiselle Braddock’s arrival, the Pawn offered a customary greeting with a dainty curtsy in tow. The young girl made no attempts toward eye contact, knowing well enough that such blatant familiarity would be unbecoming for a Pawn, Jay’s unique position with Coleridge notwithstanding. Her eyes darted toward the man that soon followed in the Queen’s wake, the Black Knight known only to her as Longshot. It was not long after he entered that a sense of disquiet seemed to stain the atmosphere. Harried words were exchanged between monarch and protector… until a glint of steel cut though both air and reason. It took little less than a second for Marie to draw forth one of her cards, brandishing it like a shield at the ready, but it took even less than that for Longshot’s providential strike to culminate in the Black King’s fall. The unveiled creature’s dead gaze, dark orbs inset within a mask of green, seemed to wash over them all with accusatory vehemence. The pious verses sung to her by the nuns of the convent trickled back in a haze of faded memories. “A demon,” she whispered… |
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| Jason Wyngarde | Jun 10 2012, 02:45 AM Post #12 |
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”Thank you, White Bishop.” The disdain in Tessa’s voice seemed clear enough for all to see, and once again Jason marveled at just how blatantly juvenile and trifling the Black Queen Sage had become. It was like dealing with a teenager, and Jason thanked the stars that he had never had to endure Regan’s pubescent years. His mocking smirk carried the unspoken message. “Of course, Queen Sage.” Curious. Her behavior had taken an extreme turn for the worse since she was made Queen. Was this just coincidence in timing? Some sort of happenstance twist in personality that unexpectedly showed up presently? Jason’s faith did not lie in coincidence. Something was definitely at play here, and he had more than one theory on what it was that brought about this disastrous metamorphosis of personality. He showed absolutely no surprise at the arrival of Jay and Marie. Turning his head toward the comelier Pawn, he made eye contact and for a moment something passed between the two. He broke away with a slight grin, turning his head just in time to see the faint traces of red glowing in Sage’s eyes as she leveled a threatening order at Marie. Again…most curious. From a technical point of view there was no doubt that Sage outranked both Tarot and the White Knight. To be sure, she had every ability to issue orders should she want to. But in Jason’s experience it was not commonplace for the Queen of another court to behave in quite such a manner as this. He also kept an eye on Harada, not sure of what to make of the man’s unflinching obedience to the Black Queen. When ordered, Marie obliged, stepping over next to Jason just as Queen Psylocke stepped into the room. “Welcome back, my Queen,” Jason said sincerely to her with a bow as he stepped up to her side. It was good to see her back. There was much that he had to talk with her about, but only in a more sequestered sort of setting. Much of what he had to say to the Queen was only for her ears, and true to form for the way that they often times spoke with one another, Jason spoke through illusion directly into Queen Psylocke’s mind-working . With a form only visible to her, his illusory form turned to her in compliance. “We must counsel soon. I fear for the state of many things.” As if to punctuate this truth Longshot broke in to speak with his King in a most peculiar way. Jason had no way of seeing what was about to happen and before he knew what was going on he witnessed Longshot hurling his razor sharp blades directly at his King. Thoughts of a coup immediately fled through his mind and as he watched the unsurprisingly fortuitous turn of events unfold in Longshot’s favor he knew precisely what it meant for Max. And then the Black King was down, his body twitching a few times before going still…and then his flesh fading to an unnatural green. Jason stared in open disbelief and disgust at the scaly green face before them, Marie’s proclamation of ‘demon’ ringing out over the silence that followed Longshot’s forceful question. It almost came as no surprise when Longshot turned an accusatory glance toward the Black Queen, demanding to know where his King was. “Imposters,” Jason murmured and once again he turned a form toward Betsy that only she could see. “What would you have me do, Queen Betsy? Do you sense anything from Sage?” |
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| Tessa Ayasli | Jun 10 2012, 05:17 AM Post #13 |
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"There you are, Betsy," Tessa looked to the White Queen with a smile and bowed her head slightly in greeting. Her smile, which seemed to be reserved for Max and Betsy alone, went between them both as they spoke to one another. Things were going well. Today was a good day for Hellfire, with everyone returning and perhaps things would return to normal. She even noticed Longshot, coming in and standing off to the side, observing things as he sometimes did. "Longsho-," she began, raising a hand to him and greeting. Tessa would not deny it, she missed the pretty clone. But her words were cut short by the Knight sudden approach and his words cut to her heart, almost as if she knew what was about to happen. Sage remained silent, eyes wide, as she watched the Knight. This was not how he usually acted. "And what dereliction is that?" Max asked. The speed and suddenness of what occurred next was hard for Sage to keep up with, as she saw Longshot leap into the air and throw his knives. Max did what he could to defend himself, but in the end, the Black King slumped to the floor. Immediately, Sage ran to his side and fell to her knees, taking his hand in her own. Her mouth was open slightly in shock and tears rose to the surface and perhaps the last thing the dying Skrull saw was her looking down upon him. "Tre'lik," she mouthed silently, reaching out and touching the green skinned King's face. "Where the hell is my King?" Longshot demanded. Tessa snapped her head in the direction of Longshot and shook her head negatively, her eyes practically glowing because they were so yellow. Tears slid down either side of her nose due to the loss of the King and she got to her feet, nearly stumbling forward over the Skrull's dead body. Her eyes darted around the room to the others quickly, landing on Betsy as Jason asked her what he should do. If anyone would be sympathetic, it was her Queen, right? "Betsy," Tessa said, moving quickly towards her as if she would be protected by her former leader. Her face fell into a look of desperation and she reached out to try and grab Betsy's hand. To be perfectly honest, she was scared to death of Longshot. To see Tre'lik killed so quickly, it filled her with fear. Unfortunately, that fear was very apparent as she looked to the White Queen. "Please... you know me. I am the girl who served at your side." Jem suddenly stepped forward, seeing that things were breaking down. The Black Pawn looked towards Harada, her pale skin flushing with a green hue as she exposed herself as a Skrull. <"Grax'xen, we must flee. We have done all we can here,"> Jem said to Harada in the Skrull language and then looked towards the Black Queen. <"Le'Xrill, make haste! It is already too late and your emotions have betrayed you. We must return to the Queen."> Sage didn't look towards Jem, but nodded in understanding of the strange language. Instead, she continued looking at Betsy as her skin flushed green. Even as a Skrull, Sage maintained a look of sadness over the loss of one of her own. Then, out of spite of losing her own, Le'Xrill said, "Good luck finding your King, Betsy. There is a reason he has been gone for so long." The Skrull smiled a cruel smile and then turned away, shooting a look towards Longshot. "Your King belongs to me, Longshot. But you already knew that." Even as she spoke, the Skrull became translucent. At the same time, the Skrull posing as Jem followed suit, and they both suddenly dashed to the edge of the terrace and jumped over the edge. Hopefully, Harada would be close behind. In a moment's time, the pleasant gathering had turned and the day didn't look quite as bright as it had before. |
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| Keniuchio Harada | Jun 10 2012, 09:02 AM Post #14 |
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Harada stepped closer to be by his Queen, with the White Queen's return his duty to the Black Court was no longer needed and he could return to his true duties of protecting the White Monarchs and their court. "Lady Braddock, my Queen it is an honour to see you again." While there were things that Hadarada wished to discuss with his Queen they were not of the utmost importance so he would not press his need to speak with her for now. The Black Knight, Longshot as he was called had now joined the lunchtime gathering, his arrival however spelled doom for the White Knight and his allies within the Hellfire Club. Within moments of Longshot announcing that he had failed in his duty, the Black King, also known as the Skrull, Tre'lik, lay dead on the floor. "Where the hell is my King?" Longshot demanded. Harada watched as his ally posing as the Black Queen looked at those gathered for help and protection from the Black Knight, while Harada himself was reeling from the loss of an ally he was aware this was ultimately war and there were occasionally casualties in war on both sides of fence, and he was not about to lose his cover in this group for the sake of being too attached to another of his kind. Not wanting to meet the same fate as the Black King he began using his hosts powers, focusing the tachyonic energy around himself not only to give him the sixth sense to be able to see if an attack was going to be directed at him but to also protect himself from any stay blades that made find their way towards him. The Black Pawn then spoke to Harada in the language that came naturally to her, it was time for them to leave, with Le'Xrill now outed as well it would only be a matter of time before both he and Jem would be discovered too. <"Her emotions have betrayed us all!>. As the White Knight spoke he gave up his false human form and assumed the form of his true self, the Skrull Grax'xen. He then darted after Le'Xrill and Jem, he himself becoming translucent as well as he leaped off of the terrace in a bid to make their escape with their lives still belonging to them. |
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| Betsy Braddock | Jun 10 2012, 11:04 AM Post #15 |
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“Of course my King, and I believe he will be happy to be yours once again,” she returned the almost playful comment with a smile and a gentle incline of her head. At other times, the comment might have seemed a little hastily made, but after the Black King’s ordeal, Betsy could understand very much while he wanted his Knight back by his side. And in any case, now she had hers. Turning half about to look upon him better, she returned his greeting gracefully. “Thank you, Keniuchio. I am very glad to see you once again,” Jason’s comment had also given her pause and the White Queen spared her Bishop a somewhat wicked smile. “I am sure we do Jason, but later. My trip did not go entirely as expected and I am very much in need of sleep. But tonight, you may tell me all about whatever it is you’ve been getting up to in my absence,” the wink she gave him could have been taken one of many ways. While Betsy knew the Bishop was loyal to Hellfire, he was fond of power and challenges or so it seemed. It was almost a given that he had been stirring up some sort of trouble, but as long as he told her all, she supposed she could forgive him if it was anything too bad… Perhaps later as well she would talk with Marie more. Being one of the newer around the Court, the Queen had had much less contact with her than any of those who had served faithfully for some time. Naturally, she was hardly going to play best friend and mummy to the young woman, but it always paid to know your people. Longshot seemed to appear in the small crowd that had gathered, speaking directly to the King in such an uncharacteristic manner that for a moment, Betsy feared that something had happened to him during the time in England. Then… Oh, he was so very skilled with his blades, the telepath thought morbidly. The blood drained from her face as they made their mark and Max went down to a collective gasp of horror, Betsy’s own voice added to the chorus. But then as he lay on the ground, the man’s skin turned to green, becoming scaled and the ears pointed, the chin misshapen. This sight caused even more of a stir than the fact Longshot had turned his arms upon his beloved ‘King’ and the clone’s fury was unsettling to behold. If answers were not given, then he would carve a bloody swath through the land to get them from someone else. Almost at once, Jason’s suspicions fell upon Sage and Betsy narrowed her bionic eyes at the Black Queen. Surely, if Max… Tessa’s mind was harder to scan than most, but before she could even try, the brunette was rushing to her, reaching out with a look of desperation on her face. “The girl who served at my side? That girl who served the White Court would not come grovelling to me like a frightened child,” Betsy snatched her hand back, then slapped Tessa across the face with it, hard. Tessa would never throw herself upon her like that, the telepath was sure. She was far stronger and far more resourceful than that. About to grab hold, the revelation of Jem gave the Queen pause, followed rather quickly by Sage and Harada also revealing their true skin tone…Then, they were running. “Longshot, kill,” Betsy ordered. “All but one. We need one alive for questioning,” Concentrating on the three fleeing over the terrace, Betsy fired off a bolt of telepathic energy, but it deemed useless and she cursed at the ineffectiveness of her abilities against such monsters. Glancing down at the dead body of ‘Max’, the White Queen looked up at those remaining on the terrace who had not gone to aid Max. “If anyone else is one of these…things I suggest you take this chance now to reveal yourselves, or you expect the same fate. As of now, the Club is on lockdown. No one leaves. Are there any members of the Courts who are outside?” she asked, keeping her head up. Her stomach twisted inside her however, despite the rather cool composure she held. Where was Jonathon? Where was her King? He had gone to Texas on business weeks ago but now, with all of this… “Marie, I want you to try and contact the White King, at once,” providing she was who she said she was, the redhead could be trusted with such a task. “Jay, have you recently been in contact with the X-men? Do they know anything?” turning to Jason, she nodded at the Bishop. “Is Regan here? Has she been back to Sanctuary since the incident? If not I shall contact the Brotherhood myself, but any extra information we can gather on these…things…is crucial. Especially where our true people really are.” Well...so much for getting any sleep it seemed. The events were truly shocking, but she kept her composure as much as she was physically able to; after all, with both Black King and Queen compromised... Still, it was difficult to imagine what might happen next and in many ways, Betsy felt as if she were still trapped within her nightmare back home. |
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