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nextgenerationmarvel2013-06-09 09:58 pm
ngm_parents) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2013-06-09 09:58 pm
From The Dead (Narrative, will be followed by threads)
It had been a delicate piece of work, feigning his own death, and even more delicate to ensure that he had the funds he needed to operate his long-term schemes while leaving the publicly-known, above-ground wealth of Shaw Industries alone, and keeping other Shaws from knowing. The financial chaos surrounding his estate provided a useful smokescreen, aided and abetted by close allies among the Shaw Industries top brass and elsewhere. But now the time had come to reemerge, to make his presence known. To let his wayward family know that Sebastian Shaw was not dead. To take the reins of the Shaw empire and shape the future.
Shinobi Shaw had been a treacherous little worm, and he needed to be eliminated. Alistaire had performed that function, though with a decided lack of finesse. Too much collateral damage. He would have to speak to the boy about that, though it was in his own interest to make sure that the incident be covered up. The boy's connections to Selene were far more problematic- Sebastian would have to determine where his loyalties truly lay and act accordingly. The Black Queen had been quiet as of late, but she was very much alive and would no doubt seek to undermine his plans once she got word of them.
Then there was the girl. Stephanie, a latterly-arrived bastard child from a fairly unremarkable liason with a Spanish woman. The girl had shown real talent, particularly for business. And she seemed to have admirably ambitious plans for a sizeable area of the city. Ones that he could support in its broad strokes, though there were many signs of excess sentimentality in its conception. Perhaps, though, it could be turned towards something genuinely useful, as long as it was remembered that the primary goal of the Club was to build a mutant elite and sustain it.
Worst of all, both of them had outed themselves as mutants, which would make things considerably more difficult. Stephanie had even gone so far as to say that he himself was a mutant, which would throw all manner of his past actions into a harsh public light if people cared to look. In his mind, they had both made a serious tactical mistake there, though perhaps it was understandable enough given the circumstances at the time. Sebastian was confidant he would be able to handle any issues relating to it.
There was potential, then, for the Shaw dynasty, but it would have to be carefully constrained and guided. The Shaw name had taken a frightful battering in the last few years and that would have to be put to rights. As for the Hellfire Club, the New York branch had faded into virtual oblivion. That would also have to be put to rights, though during his imposed exile, he had been created Lord Paramount of the international Hellfire Club, the ultimate authority of all the otherwise autonomous Hellfire Clubs around the world.
It was settled, then, that the children would have to learn how to manage affairs in their fiefdom of New York, but quickly, as Sebastian had a global empire to run and could not spare more than the necessary time. The girl could be trusted with the bulk of his interest in Shaw Industries- his men had positive reports on her skill, and Alistaire was well-known to be an excellent host. Perhaps the boy could turn his talents towards making the New York Hellfire club an essential destination for New York's elite again.
The rest of the ranks of the Club remained frightfully empty. New nobility would have to be created, possibly from the next generation of the traditional mutant elite, but possibly also previously unaffiliated individuals. Soon, Sebastian would reveal himself to the younger Shaws. And then the Hellfire Club's grand plans for the future of mutantkind could truly begin to unfold, with the Shaws at the forefront of it, just as it should be.
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"I have funded you because you have delivered me consistent results. If that continues, than you shall have my support." When she mentioned the Black Queen, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Alistaire will have no contract with Selene. Not any longer. You needn't worry on that account." There was a dead certainty in his voice. He would not tolerate a Shaw being under the control of that witch, not ever again.
"Now, Miss LeBeau, is there a reason you wanted to speak to me other than to request that I get in touch with the Thieves' Guild? A phone call or an e-mail would have sufficed for that purpose." He was a busy man, and if she had no further business, he did not tolerate having his time wasted.
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Alisa had overheard Alisatire talking about Stephanie and her reaction to what happened. While she normally had nothing to do with her, Stephanie offered her a new leg, and had been nothing but kind to her. Perhaps she could try to do something, anything to return the favor.
"I am willin' to offer you anyt'ing you want if you leave her out o' dis new Hellfie Club, M'sieur Shaw. Name your price an' I will see to it personally you get it."
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"You have nothing of even remotely equal value to offer me." Crane for his part was watching the interaction with his typical impassivity. "Stephanie will be part of the Inner Circle. And you will mind your proper place." She was a retainer, not an advisor, not a member of the Lords Cardinal. A simple enforcer, whose job was to serve and obey. "Are we clear on this?"
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"Perhaps you wish to show me my place den." She muttered under her breath, instantly Alisa wished she could take those words back. Instead, she stood up on her crutches and gave Sebastian A humble bow, rather gracefully considering her condition.
"Oui, M'sieur Shaw. You 'ave made yourself quite clear. You will 'ave de continued support o' de Enforcers branch o' de Guild an' dere loyalty. may I now be dismissed, or is dere sumt'ing else I am needed for?"
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When she muttered under her breath, all Shaw did was raise his eyebrow. It went back down to its normal place when she bowed, appropriately, given her stature. "Good. I will speak with the Guildmaster as soon as time permits. That is all." One of his servants opened the door for her, though both Shaw and Crane remained seated.
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Alisa made her way to the elevator, taking her time as there was much to think about. While she felt like she was being followed, her mind was just... elsewhere. How could she get Stephanie out of this mess, and how would Alistaire react to the news one of his favorite bed-mates would never be allowed near him again?