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It was more or less a given that the Black Queen of the Hellfire Club was not an easy woman to find, and Ahura didn't have the resources to do so quietly, without eliciting attention that he did not desire. What there were, however, were agents of hers, thralls, connections, people that relay a message to her if needed. They needed to be sought too, but not so difficult that someone who wasn't truly interested couldn't find them. The man whom Ahura had found was a wine merchant- many of Selene's conduits ended in New York's various luxury trades, as she and her court were doubtlessly prodigious consumers of all of the above.
He'd thanked the man by purchasing several bottles of his best, a few of which he had brought with him as a small gift for Selene. It was impolite, after all, to seek to meet someone important without bringing them a small token of appreciation. He wasn't a peasant, he wasn't about to bow and scrape before anyone- he was the heir to Attilan after all, but he wasn't going to be brash and disrespectful either. He'd also arranged to bring a treasure of Attilan's craftsmen- crystalline glasses which caught the light at least as beautifully as any diamond and that were nearly as durable.
A small token, to be sure, but something that he hoped that the Black Queen would appreciate.
What was Ahura looking for, precisely? Membership into the Club, certainly, and ideally, at least a path towards placement in its upper ranks. A way into the upper echelons of human power. A platform through which he could ensure the best interests of his people, as he saw them. An end, perhaps, to the policy of total isolation which had, true enough, protected the Inhuman people, but also stifled them. It was a delicate project and one that required considerable delicacy on his part, one that he knew would not be fully realized for some years.
Ahura knew well that he was not going to accomplish any of those tasks today, most likely, but if he was successful, he might acquire an in to someone whom he sensed would soon be ruling the Club. He knew the wind was blowing away from Sebastian Shaw- and none too quickly, either for the man had become even more vile and rapacious since his mysterious return. The Black Queen was the most likely inheritor of the Club's power, really, the only serious candidate for it.
It was up to him to make the best impression possible.
He'd thanked the man by purchasing several bottles of his best, a few of which he had brought with him as a small gift for Selene. It was impolite, after all, to seek to meet someone important without bringing them a small token of appreciation. He wasn't a peasant, he wasn't about to bow and scrape before anyone- he was the heir to Attilan after all, but he wasn't going to be brash and disrespectful either. He'd also arranged to bring a treasure of Attilan's craftsmen- crystalline glasses which caught the light at least as beautifully as any diamond and that were nearly as durable.
A small token, to be sure, but something that he hoped that the Black Queen would appreciate.
What was Ahura looking for, precisely? Membership into the Club, certainly, and ideally, at least a path towards placement in its upper ranks. A way into the upper echelons of human power. A platform through which he could ensure the best interests of his people, as he saw them. An end, perhaps, to the policy of total isolation which had, true enough, protected the Inhuman people, but also stifled them. It was a delicate project and one that required considerable delicacy on his part, one that he knew would not be fully realized for some years.
Ahura knew well that he was not going to accomplish any of those tasks today, most likely, but if he was successful, he might acquire an in to someone whom he sensed would soon be ruling the Club. He knew the wind was blowing away from Sebastian Shaw- and none too quickly, either for the man had become even more vile and rapacious since his mysterious return. The Black Queen was the most likely inheritor of the Club's power, really, the only serious candidate for it.
It was up to him to make the best impression possible.