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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[kinetic_assault]

Brianna turned to look at Kayla and recognized that something was wrong immediately. She'd never seen Kayla so pale. She moved herself underneath one of Kayla's arms and guided her to a chair.

"Are you okay, love? What happened? Do you want to go home?" Brianna asked her.

[seismic_shockwave]

"I'm ... just tired, I think? Either that or that glass of bubbly's gone to my head like it shouldn't." The last part was a joke, honestly, and it was broken up by a yawn.

"I feel really, really lame for saying, but ... I think I'd better. Or I'm going to fall asleep and wreck Mr. Shaw's wonderful party." Kayla managed a small laugh.

"Hopefully I don't miss another one of those speeches."