A Grand Soiree [Open to anyone with potential business at the NYC branch of the Hellfire Club]

[ngm_hellfire]

"There hasn't been a party like this in years at this location, has there?" Sebastian turned towards Tessa, or rather, the clone of her that Essex had made for him. It was true, though, there was an energy in the old place that hadn't been seen ever since before he died for the first time. They didn't know yet, that he would take this moment to make his reemegence into the public eye, but there were rumours that there would be a grand surprise.

"No, sir. Attendance at the New York branch's soirees has been declining for some years." Tessa replied crisply. He wondered, vaguely, what the original Tessa would think of this pitch-perfect copy of her. As for Tessa's part, she was aware of Sage's existence and regarded it as nothing more than a vague curiosity.

Sebastian continued to watch guests filing in through the cameras at the command centre he'd installed some years ago beneath the halls of the Hellfire Club.

"What about my would-be heirs?" Sebastian spoke with a faint sneer. Disappointing as they were in many ways, they were his family. His legacy. They would have to do. He couldn't have another Shinobi on his hands.

"I expect they will both attend. I've spotted Stephanie, but but Alistaire as of yet." Tessa replied again.

"Good. And others have been invited too. The Braddock and the Worthington girls." Sebastian turned again towards the monitors. "Keep a close eye on the witch, would you? I won't have her ruining my night."

"Yes, sir."

Sebastian lifted a glass of fine whisky to his lips and took a slow sip, watching the event unfolding before him. A grand collection of the finest of New York society. A fine audience for him to emerge before, like the phoenix.

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[hellfire_child]

Alistaire joined in the applause. He'd been in the midst of making his rounds, after seeing to Alisa, and he'd spotted his former Lady. A leonine grin crept over his face as he approached her and an almost equally fetching young redheaded woman at her side. Much like Selene, she set off alarm bells in his head that shrieked 'you know better'.

Much like Selene, that was precisely why he couldn't keep away.

He had been about to speak up when the room was captured by his grandfather. It was a rousing speech. Elegant in its simplicity. It was so simple, after all. Obvious, even.

"Fine days are ahead, Lady Selene," Alistaire finally speaks up, dropping the former 'my' before the polite address, per his Grandfather's very specific instructions. "--would you not agree?" He kisses her hand, then nods his head to her companion. "I don't believe I've had the pleasure yet."