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Take Me to Your Leader; Max, Betsy, other HFC ask
Topic Started: Jun 30 2012, 05:48 AM (565 Views)
Exodus
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It was a Tuesday night in May, right on the cusp of turning over to Wednesday morning, and the air felt thick with moisture and warmth. Despite the warm weather and that many things that were occurring being the scenes, the late night antics of the Hellfire Pleasure Club was in motion as usual. The nightclub portion of the club was in full swing, as was the rest of the club, providing people a place to set aside their worries and have a good time.

Yet the world around them was in peril. The club's members and their partying guests had no knowledge of the dangers that surrounded them, or of the alien invaders that were on their doorstep and in their midst. The loud music, the usage of drugs and alcohol, the pleasures of obtaining a sexual partner for the night, and their other greedy desires provided the distraction needed to dismiss the man who walked in the front doors of the Pleasure Club. Those closest to him turned their head and gawked, but beyond that, the people beyond continued what they were doing. It was almost as if they did not want to see him and that thing that he dragged behind him, for once he was past, they continued what they were doing.

Exodus approached the base of the staircase that led upwards and a hand was raised to him by a large and stocky fellow. The fellow shook his head and held out and iPad with some kind of spreadsheet or list upon it.

"Buddy, I think you're in the wrong place," the security guard said. "No one past here but VIPs. How'd you even get in here lookin' like that? And... what the fuck is that thing?" the guard asked, lowering his sunglasses a bit in order to look at the dead Skrull.

"It is my pass to see your Kings and Queens," Exodus said, raising a hand up to his nose to see that it was still bleeding. He wiped it away and then finally took notice of himself. He was still wearing the suit that he had been wearing when he had fought and killed this thing. The suit was filthy and the front of his white undershirt was stained with the blood that had come from his nose and mouth. Exodus smirked and looked back to the security guard, then raised a hand and adjusted his hair. He then said, "I insist."

"You got the wrong place if you're lookin' for Queens, buddy. Well... maybe you don't, but you aren't coming up these stairs. Also, I'm going to have to ask you to leave and take that dead mutant the hell out of here," the guard said, then reached up to a radio that was on his shoulder. "Dawn, get some security in here and get this guy out..."

"I insist," Exodus said again, reaching out to the man's mind and giving him a gentle nudge of persuasion.

"...Nevermind," the guard said into the radio, then reached over to red velvet rope that blocked the stairs. "Go on up and have a good time. You'll find someone who can direct you to the King and Queen up there."

"Merci," Exodus replied, making his way up the stairs. The dead Skrull followed behind, tethered to him with telekinesis. As he reached the top of the stairs he paused, looking this way and that until he spotted someone who he thought could direct him to the Shroud, Forge, Lady Braddock, or Sage. Finally he spotted a young black male who was very nicely dressed, wearing mostly white, and looked to be in a group of others that met that description.

Exodus walked towards the small group of people, who were sitting in a semi-circle in lounge chairs, while Anton Montgomery (a White Pawn) stood before them and looked to be telling a story. They all laughed and looked to be having a good time, at least until Kristiana (a Black Pawn) took notice of the bloody man approaching. The others all began to grow quiet and look in the same direction, finally causing Anton to be quiet and turn around to come face to face with Exodus.

"I will have a word with your King and Queen," Exodus said directly into the Pawn's face, causing Anton to take a step back.

"Whoa!" Anton exclaimed, taking a step back. "Don't be steppin' up so close. Who the hell let you up here?"

"Again... I will have a word with your King and Queen. I do not care how busy they are," Exodus repeated rather patiently, once again reaching out in order to touch Anton's mind into agreement.

Anton nodded and then turned, walking away quickly towards the elevator to seek out and retrieve Max and Betsy without saying another word in disagreement. The other pawns that were present all stood up and glared towards Exodus.

"You can't fuckin' walk in here and do that! The White Queen is going to have your ass on a platter! I know telepathy when I see it. Angelica, go get a Knight and someone go stop Anton, we'll hold this guy here until Longshot or Gambit shows up. Then this guy is fucked," Damien Goldstone instructed, looking to his fellow pawns before leveling his gaze back upon Exodus.

"Sit down," Exodus said calmly.

All of the pawns took a seat, but they continued to glare at Exodus. He raised the Skrull up and moved the body over to an unoccupied chair, setting it there as if it were a doll to be posed, and then walked over and plopped into the empty seat next to Angelica. Exodus looked to the all and a smile came to his face, then he began searching his coat pockets until he found a cigarette and a lighter.

"Now then, there is no cause for alarm. If I came here to cause trouble, you would have all found it by now. Everyone relax... continue enjoying your drinks... and when Anton returns with someone worthy of my time, he can continue his story and I'll leave you all in peace," Exodus said, lighting up the cigarette. He took a few puffs from it and sat back in the chair. The pawns sat back as well, all of them looking either at Exodus with a glare or at the dead Skrull with a look of suspicion.



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Dressed in a white halter-neck gown that fell to her knees, white shoes and white gold jewellery, Betsy was more prepared for an evening entertaining than anything else. Her hair was swept to the side, held in place by slides decorated by opals and moonstones that shimmered as she moved under the lighting, the purple locks tumbling over her right shoulder. The White Queen was just about to take a drink with some visiting dignitaries, when Anton approached. As soon as she saw the man, she knew that something was not quite right and it wasn’t exactly difficult to discover that he was in thrall to another telepath, a very powerful one at that but…

Narrowing her bionic eyes, she listened to what Anton had to say before nodding in acknowledgement. “Make sure you find the Black King at once,” Betsy could have released the influence that the young man was under, but…best not. She didn’t want him getting distracted on his errand.

Making polite excuses as she wound her way through the Club, the telepath reached where her ‘guest’ was waiting and it appeared he had brought along a plus one as well in the form of…

“Oh for heaven’s sake,” she snapped. “Is it really necessary to bring that thing in here?” Betsy gestured to the corpse of the skrull and sent off a telepathic command to a research team to come and discreetly collect it at an appropriate moment.

Folding her arms across her chest, the White Queen regarded Exodus coolly. “Monsieur Bennett, a pleasure. Now, aside from the obvious…” gesturing to the corpse, the telepath raised an eyebrow “what can I do to assist you? However if I may suggest, we await the arrival of the Black King and then withdraw to a more…appropriate spot to discuss the meaning of this.”

Looking to the Pawns, Betsy frowned and severed the telepathic influence upon them. The effect was like cutting the strings of marionettes and the men and women slumped briefly, before blinking as if awakening from a dream. Some of them reacted quicker, jumping up and stuttering apologies, the others said very little and looked at the carpet. Angelica screamed at the sight of the corpse as if seeing it for the first time.

Oh for…

“Grow up the bloody lot of you. There is work to be done so I suggest you take your leave and go do it,” she commanded, and looked squarely at Exodus. In truth there was something about the man that she did not like at all, but she was hardly going to allow him to see any shred of weakness.

“As I was saying, we had best withdraw but don’t worry, you can bring your little friend along…” her eyes trailed to Angelica for one last time as the redheaded woman scuttled out. “Either of them. Call it Club hospitality.”

It might not have been the most appropriate statement but old habits die hard and Betsy found it hard to resist a little dry humour now and then. But all the same, it covered up her genuine curiosity (and concern) as to why the Brotherhood member was here, covered in blood, with a dead skrull and wholly unannounced. He best have a bloody good reason and…

“Does Magneto know you’re here?”
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"Sir," a technician spoke up as he quickly checked the alarm message that had just popped up on his board. It was flashing blue, someone's mental powers had pinged a sensor, installed after Selene had made her entrance into their lives. Quick movements brought up a view of the entrance to the upper floors. "White Queen and none of the Hellfire telepaths are in the area."

From the overhead balcony where Max worked and oversaw preparations, he called up a copy of the technician's view. The grim line of his mouth turned down still farther at the sight of the corpse trailing the man's heels.

"Identity this man," he snapped out the order as he watched the man approach a group of pawns.

"He goes by the name Exodus, sir," another technician called out moments later. "The Black Rook reported him as a high official in the Brotherhood." Within the shadows of Max's darkforce hood, his annoyance at the intrusion spiked into rage. "Sir, his area of influence is mental, telepathy and telekinesis. Should we send back-up? Sir?"

Exodus had sent off one of the pawns and sat down with the others, but Max had already seen enough, more than enough, and was gone.

Minutes later, the pawns, now freed from Exodus' control, barely moved to follow the White Queen's orders when, in a burst of darkness, the queen, Exodus, and his grisly companion, were gone.

They appeared in a bare room with concrete walls and a ominous drain in the center of a concrete floor. "You force your way into my home and use your power on my people," came hard words from an unnatural darkness that crowded part of the room. "The White Queen may extend her hospitality," the darkness faded away enough to see a dark figure, "I do not." He spat out the last three words, leaving no doubt of his anger and that bloody violence was only a hair's breadth away.

Whereas Betsy was dressed for a nice evening out, the Shroud wore the black armored suit he always used on missions. Day and night, he'd dressed this way since they'd brought him back two weeks earlier; he was at war and would be until Tessa was returned. He hadn't eaten or slept in that time as well; he had consumed food when necessary and had occasionally briefly lost consciousness, but he was living on a razor's edge and it showed. "Speak up!" he snapped. "Why are you here?"
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As the "strings" were began to be cut by the White Queen, Exodus released the persuasion that he held on the Pawns, making it all the more easy for Betsy to free them. He had not entered their minds or taken full control of their conscious. No, he had merely placed suggestions in their heads that had overridden then normal way of thinking. It was akin to a Jedi mind trick, where his suggestion took priority over their other obligations.

"Forgive my abruptness, Lady Braddock," Exodus said, standing and turning to face the White Queen. He bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement, then threw a glance towards Angelica as the young woman hurried away. Instead of seeing Angelica move, his vision was suddenly clouded with darkness and in a blink, he was looking towards a concrete wall.

He turned his head back towards the White Queen, looking her in the eye for a brief moment before shooting his gaze over to the Shroud. The Black King was correct in stating that he had used his power. However, if he were a fellow telepath such as the White Queen, he would know that there was little cause for alarm. Still, he could understand Max's assumptions and how quick he was to jump to a conclusion, considering the circumstances of the times.

Instead of responding verbally to the Black King, Exodus extended out his reach with his telekinesis. The invisible force would make the air within the small room feel charged, causing the feeling that someone was standing behind you or that uneasy feeling that makes a person's hair stand on end. His telekinetic awareness reached into the walls, down the drain in the center of the room, and even beyond, finding out and feeling every crack and crevice that the small room had in store.

As Max shouted at him, he replaced the cigarette in his mouth and took several steps forward, drawing closer to the Black King. Exodus took a long drag in response to the demand for answers and then tossed the cigarette to the ground, watching as it bounced a time or two and ended up right at Max's toe. He squinted at the King, considering the man for a brief moment, silently wondering if the man truly deserved the title. After all, Exodus had done battle with Magneto. If it were not for that blasted helmet that Magneto possessed, the battle could have turned out differently. This man, Max, did not possess that advantage. However... he was lucky to have Betsy Braddock standing by his side.

"As I was saying to the Lady, monsieur, I apologize for my abruptness. If I wished there to be violence, there would have been. I am not known for my restraint, so obviously that was not my intention. But let me be frank... you are testing me, kind sir," Exodus said, raising a finger and pointing it once towards Max. "Only out of the respect of the agreement that has been made between the Brotherhood and Hellfire do I not give in to this temptation. But if you continue to yell at me in such a way," Exodus shrugged, a smirk coming to his features. "Je ne fais pas des promesses."

"Now," Exodus looked towards Betsy. "To answer your question first, belle femme, no. Magneto is not aware of my arrival... nor is he aware that I have slain that." He looked towards the dead Skrull and motioned to it with his hand. "I could have taken it back to Sanctuary for analysis but I already know that we have no idea what it is. We have heard of these things but have made no direct contact with them ourselves. So, perhaps it was a mistake to have come here?"

Exodus looked to Max again.

"I came here to warn you that these things may be among your people. This one here was posing as the mutant known as Fracture... and if you already know this then I suppose that an apology is in order for wasting your time," Exodus looked towards Betsy as he said that, not quite willing to offer that apology to Max. "I would ask, however... that if you know anything of these creatures, you would share it so that I may take this information back to Sanctuary and help protect my people."
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The Shroud ignored the man's warning and his ridiculously raised finger and stalked past him toward the hunched over bundle of the corpse. He kicked it over, letting the creature's limbs fling wide in a sprawl. He stood silently over the thing as the Frenchman played up to Betsy and waited to see if the man had anything of use to say, and wasn't surprised that he had nothing of importance or interest to offer. He clenched his teeth at the careless insults Exodus spat and unseen in the depths of his dark shadows, the Shroud's eyes glowed faintly red. He hadn't come to this meeting stupidly unprepared.

Dozens of ways to kill Exodus flicked through his thoughts; slow ways, fast ways, painless ways and ways more painful than most imaginations could fathom. The more he thought, the more the red gem pressed against his flesh seemed to want to be used. At Exodus' back, red energy coiled down the Shroud's body, whispering without words just how easy it would be to knock him to the floor and plant his foot on the man's chest... through his chest. He went so far as to target the back of Exodus' legs for a sweep before he came back to himself; showing the restraint and intelligence that Exodus lacked. He wasn't the gem's tool, it was his, no matter how sweet the temptation.

"Not a man known for your restraint. Judging by your actions here, you also aren't known for being overly intelligent. Every action you've done here, is a testament to your chronic idiocy," he said dismissively. Test him? If Max had been in a better frame of mind he would've laughed, or at least snorted contemptuously at the thought; the man wasn't important enough to bother testing. He brushed past Exodus on his way out. "You come here, playing dominance games and insulting me, then plea for our help," he sneered at the man's breath-taking stupidity. "And you have nothing to offer in return; even to use your Brotherhood grunts as expendable fodder. They could easily be placed by some of Forge's robot drones piloted by wild monkeys, and be just as effective."

A portal of darkness opened wide before the Shroud. "You've wasted my time," he spat bitterly, "but you've wasted yours as well, you'll get no information here. Continue playing up to Betsy, if you're truly desperate; she has a weakness for charity cases. But Hellfire won't help you. And take this message back to Sanctuary, if you can manage that without failing as miserably as you did here: next time, send someone who is at least passably competent at the task. Now, get out and take your garbage with you."

He vanished into the darkness, which faded in the absence of its master.
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Betsy Braddock was used to dealing with unpleasant people. That did not mean she liked it, but occasionally needs must and as such, she was prepared, albeit unimpressed by his actions so far, to hear what the member of the Brotherhood had to say. However, that was soon cut short as a swirl of darkforce surrounded them and they were transported to elsewhere in the Club. For a brief second, her knees went a little weak as the ground changed beneath her feet, suddenly a fraction higher than the previous room. The Black King, with every right, was not happy and a disagreement resulted. For some reason, the Brotherhood member was directing much of his words at her, maybe because he was obviously failing to impress the Shroud…but just because she was showing no anger, did not mean that she wasn’t.

Almost as soon as he had come, Max was gone once more. Placing her hands on her sides, Betsy looked down and slowly paced the room, without uttering a word at first, until finally she stopped and looked up to the Frenchman. “I trust you have a very good reason for bringing this to our doorstep? I must warn you that you are not winning yourself any favours so far. You’re hardly going to know of the trouble these things have caused us so far, but know that it has been no small thing.”

Pausing, the telepath folded her arms across her chest. Having forged a link with Magneto some time ago now, she made it her business to know of many of his followers and this one was particularly unpleasant…but then many of them were. Oh, but she was used to dealing with unpleasant people however, and that experience pre-dated her time with Hellfire even. Betsy’s back was up, but she steeled herself, keeping it out of her body language and tone of voice as much as possible. The last thing she wanted was for this man to see her riled up, when he was no doubt capable of invading her mind to find out her true thoughts on the matter. Exodus probably didn’t adhere to telepathic etiquette, so while she silently regarded him, Psylocke built up her defences into an intricate web that could easily entangle a rash intruder. Only when this was done, did she continue.

“But mark me, I am no pushover. Before I give you any information, I want to know the truth of why you have brought this discovery to us instead of to your leader. You cannot have been certain that we would have anything to tell you, so you cannot be banking on a reward for information from Magneto and if he does not even know that you are here, that certainly means he has not sent you. Maybe it isn’t Magneto that you wish to earn points with,” she narrowed her bionic blue eyes at him. “Either way you will tell me the truth of it, or I cannot help you. I am not in the habit of tossing my information on to open fires and you are very fortunate to even be standing here at all.”
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Exodus smirked, looking into Max's eyes as the man threw insults in his direction. The King assumed much about the Brotherhood. That was good, really. If he thought that they were as effective as monkeys, then it would come as a surprise to him in the future when he found out that was less than true. Exodus offered no rebuttal or words to further anger the Black King because it was obvious that Max was taking his leave. He only stood there staring at the King until he disappeared within the darkness, then turned his head to look towards Betsy once again.

"Forgive me if I do not grovel at your feet. I do not know which messenger he regularly speaks with from the Brotherhood, but I am not one who will take a knee before any of you," Exodus said, his eyes narrowing. "Of course I have a good reason. Your King assumes I'm a fool, but I am playing a game that puts my life and those that are aligned with me in jeopardy. Do I look like a man who believes you to be a pushover? I did what I had to in order to gain your immediate attention and I was dragged down here to this..." Exodus looked around the small room they were still within. "..cell? Of course I am going to respond with hostility of my own. So mark me, I am no pushover," he said, repeating her own words back to her.

Exodus put his hands behind his back and took a couple steps towards the White Queen, closing the gap between them.

"You both keep attempting to give me orders," he said, now standing before her. "I will do this or that. And I am very fortunate to even be standing here. Am I? I believe it is you that is privileged to be on the good side of the Brotherhood. To be on the good side of Magneto. Because that is the only reason, at this point, that you remain on my good side. And yes, Lady Braddock, weave your defenses tight. But if I choose to attack on this day, it will be of a more... physical nature."

He smiled.

"But lets not let it come to that, shall we? Obviously I did not come here to cause harm, because harm has not been done. I have not been sent here by Magneto, no. I think that I am not earning any points with you or your Black King, either. So yes, why am I coming to you with this?" Exodus shrugged, glancing over at the dead Skrull. "Because I believe Magneto is one of those things. He is not himself and he has even gone away for an unknown amount of time, leaving Sanctuary in the care of the Acolytes and the other leadership within Sanctuary."

Exodus looked back to Betsy.

"But where does that leave us? Well, Magneto's grip within Sanctuary runs very deep. Almost all intelligence arrives on his desk. He has spies that spy on his spies, so to say. Which means that bringing something like this into Sanctuary would be known very quickly," Exodus explained, hoping that what he said would leave any potential hostility between them behind. "I am here on my own free will. I am working with several others within Sanctuary in order to get to the bottom of this, and considering many things have happened in New York City that have not occurred in Sanctuary... who better to come to than our friends and allies in the Hellfire Club?" That question came out sounding more like a joke than anything else, considering how he was received and learning what the Black King thought of his people.

"If you want to know if I speak the truth, Lady Braddock... all you have to do is look here," Exodus raised a finger up to his head, touching it twice.
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“I don’t particularly want you anywhere near my feet,” Betsy responded dryly, staring at the man with an unblinking gaze. “Nor do I want flattery or false words of praise; you are evidently not a man who deals in such currency. Really, that does not bother me. What does bother me is you, coming in here such a fashion and conducting yourself in this manner, then complaining we are giving you orders in our own domain…Do you honestly want our help or do you just want us to admire your little trophy there? And yes, yes you are rather treating me like a pushover, or more someone who will give into tantrums.”

Did he really think he could intimidate her? Even before she had fought a Horseman of Apocalypse and won, almost been killed by Sabretooth, imprisoned the Shadow King on the astral plane, survived a battle with Selene and been blinded by Risman, she had been dealing with the vilest of the vile in the UK and Europe and this one was little different, save for the fact he was wearing her patience thinner faster than most did. He threatened her with a physical attack and she just stared back; he could do that if he liked, but her powers operated at the speed of thought and she was weaving her defences in preparation of attacking him just as much as she was defending any important information. After all, a good Queen did not go into battle without armour.

Exodus began to explain things about Sanctuary that she already knew; so far this was not really doing anything to convince her. Maybe she was just bitter and jaded, or else royally pissed off. This was not how she wanted to spend her evening, nor did she think it was particularly constructive to conduct business in this manner. If he felt he could come in there and just insult them, then that undermined any sort of relationship that had already been severely tested and repaired as it was.

“I shouldn’t have to read your mind,” her response was blunt. “Nor should we have to be going through this song and dance. You obviously don’t care a shred about the balance between our people, nor are you aware of the troubles that we have been experiencing ourselves. That I do not directly fault you for, for the information is not free for all and sundry, but I am not in the mood for you to come in here, throwing oil on to the fire.”

What he had to say about Magneto was concerning and it would also explain a few recent incidents, such as the man seemingly avoiding nullification, but could she believe it? Exodus hardly had a glowing reputation of sanity and the man was not exactly doing anything to win them over and prove himself as something more. After the way he had spoken to Max, he was very lucky that he was not unconscious in the Pacific Ocean and really, Betsy had no idea why she was still talking to the member of the Brotherhood. Really, she had the patience of a saint for not blasting him unconscious and getting the information under her own abilities.

“And if you’re wrong? Because if you are, we barely have the faintest inclination to help you now...” her words trailed off with the faintest hint of a threat. At this point, she was ready to have the man removed, truce or not and just let the Brotherhood tear themselves apart. Why should it matter to Hellfire if they did?
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Exodus did not budge. He did not take a step back at the threat, and his face stayed locked in the same expression as the White Queen spoke. His eyes did move over to the Skrull as she spoke of it as a trophy, but only lingered there for a moment before looking back into her bionic ones. Finally, when she was finished speaking, Exodus bowed his head slightly and looked down towards the ground. After a moment, he shook his head and looked back to her, his expression serious.

"Betsy Braddock, I am a high ranking member of one of the largest mutant organizations in the world. I answer to Magneto alone, and considering the circumstances that I have just explained, I question even that. Even still, I remain faithful to the Brotherhood. Those under me look to me for answers, which I give, whether I know Magneto's wishes or not. What I am attempting to say, as pleasantly as possible, is that I did not come here seeking aid. I did not come here to show off this trophy," he scoffed and pointed at the dead Skrull.

"Because really, what is that insect to me? As I said, I brought him here for a mutual gain... and yet I am treated as an intruder instead of an emissary between our factions. Perhaps I did cross a line by hastening our meeting, by influencing your pawns to seek you out. I apologize. But... I did think that this was important information that... again... could have been mutually benefiting for the both of us. I see now that I was wrong, and you all seem to know more about this than I do," Exodus nodded to himself, looking up and around the room. He then let out a sigh.

"This Club is full of hypocrites," Exodus shrugged. "You entered Magneto's Sanctuary uninvited in what was basically a mutant military style extraction, and yet I am the fool for coming here to meet you face to face. I am the one crossing a line here, am I? I am the one who cares nothing about our alliance?"

Exodus nodded.

"The Brotherhood does not need your aid, just as much as you do not need ours. I was simply attempting to reach out to what I assumed were allies, but I have only found a false Queen and King, who get angry when their toes are stepped upon," he bowed his head slightly. "I urge you to be in contact with Magneto about this meeting. Perhaps he will be more pleasant and understanding than I am. As for the trophy... keep it. I have the feeling that we will have plenty to examine soon enough."

He looked down to the drain that was in the center of the room and took a few steps towards it, until he stood over it. Since there was no obvious door, he looked back to Betsy again.

"Would you show me the door, or shall I make one?"
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"Would you show me the door, or shall I make one?"

"Now, that would be very naughty, wouldn't it?" asked the pleasant voice from behind him. Longshot, sent by the Black King who had not had to explain anything to his knight, stood there, very non-threatening, and nonplussed by Exodus's behavior. Longshot was easily impressed, but not by the normal things that most people would be impressed with. Great power and position who cared. Shiny things and stories, now that was something that filled him with awe. Placing one hand on the chair that Exodus had vacated, Longshot said, "Come now, Sir, I think the King and Queen would appreciate it if you would leave without incident. If you'll come with me..."

Leading the way, Longshot seemed the very model of a rich man's attendant, dressed in tailored black slacks and a black silk shirt, matching tie with a subtle knight's piece pattern, his blond hair cropped short in the back but left long in the front in a way that frame his porcelain doll face. Exodus would, of course, be unaffected by Longshot's empathic charm, but the little clone was still very conscious of the fact that they were in public, so he remained pleasant and personable. He currently had close to fifty small throwing blades on his person, but not even the hilt of one showed, and if Exodus should chose to misbehave further, it would be a race to see if Longshot's luck was quicker than Exodus's skills.

"I have to say, sir, it's highly unusual to have made both courts angry," Longshot said, blithely, "Sometimes the Black will huff and puff and sometimes the White, but both together? That does take talent." The cloned killer made no aggressive moves towards Exodus, and didn't even touch him, but he didn't need to.

After all, the passing of his hand over the chair that Exodus had sat in was already enough to have told him everything he needed to know to relay back to the crowns. Exodus really didn't know what was going on with Magneto, except that they all suspected that he was not Magneto at all. He truly believed that the Brotherhood deserved more respect than they got, and was determined to make it so. He thought the HFC was full of itself, and was taking liberties that were not theirs to take. All of those things may or may not be true. What mattered most was that Exodus truly believed in it all.

Longshot smiled, pleasantly, and said, "Those creatures, the skrull they call themselves, they're very tricky and very wicked. Whatever it is they want, rest assured that they will not get it. They bleed dark green, a very unpleasant color. Not unpleasant enough to stop me from making them shed it, however."

They reached the door, and if Exodus looked back he would see the intricate weaving path they had taken from the place of the Inner Circle, and surely he would understand that it was Longshot's luck that had caused the club goers to subtly position themselves in a way that made for an exit without disturbance. "Exodus, sir, a word of advice, which you can take or leave, you may not respect the way the Hellfire works, but it is how it works, and your disapproval will not change it. You do not have to believe that they are Kings and Queens, but you should be mindful of the fact that they believe it."

He extended a black gloved hand towards the door and said, "Next time, you should try charm and civility, rather than rudeness and braggadocio. Honey and Vinegar and all that."
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Exodus looked towards Betsy until Longshot made an appearance, at which time he looked towards the Knight and nodded in agreement. He knew that any altercation here today would get ugly for both sides. So staying true to his word of not wanting to cause any violence, he took the opportunity given to him by the Knight and walked out of the room without looking back. He then paused outside the door and waited until Longshot stepped into the lead, taking him out of the club.

"White and Black... it does not matter. You are all Hellfire," Exodus replied as he followed Longshot, keeping his head on a swivel as he walked along. It was not his intentions on coming into this place and stirring things up, but now that he had, he was not going to be taken by surprise. As they reached the ground level of the club where he could exit, Longshot spoke of the Skrulls.

"Is that what they call themselves? Skrulls. Hm," he remarked as they neared the exit. "If you have slain them, then I will give you respect. But I suppose you would not be much of a Knight if you were not capable of killing such petty creatures," Exodus remained silent for the rest of their little walk, staying behind Longshot all the way and keeping in touch with his surroundings by way of telekinesis. Finally reaching the exit, Exodus walked past Longshot to leave when the clone decided to give him some advice. Pausing, Exodus turned around just outside the door in order to listen, an amused look coming to his face.

"I thank you for the advice. Now if I may offer you some of my own?" he asked, taking a step back towards Longshot and tilting his head slightly while squinting. "A little dog sometimes thinks that they are bigger than they are. Barking and yipping, even attacking things larger than it. But it only takes one time to bark at the wrong 'big dog,' and the yipping little thing is put in it's place. So your King and Queen may believe what they wish... but they should know that they hold no power over any person in the Brotherhood." Exodus looked past Longshot and into the club, nodding his head once. "You must be very loyal to them. Goodbye, Knight."

With that, Exodus turned and walked down the sidewalk away from the club. He spoke through a telepathic link with a contact in Sanctuary, and after a few more paces he literally disappeared into the crowd, teleporting back to Sanctuary.


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