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Coraline Essex ([personal profile] lena_essex) wrote in [community profile] nextgenerationmarvel2015-07-16 01:21 pm

A Charitable Function

Lena rested her arms on the rail of the mezzanine, a glass of champagne in one hand, and a paddle with a number printed on it in the other, watching New York City's wealthy elite milling about, inspecting items they intended to bid on later that evening. It was all for a very worthy cause, of course, orphans in Outer Northwest Slobovkistan, or some place like that.

She plucked a canape from a passing waiter, some kind of melon wrapped in paper thin prosciutto ham. She wondered what thinly sliced smoked orphan would taste like with melon, and decided it might be better with strawberries and brie. She thought about how irritating the contact lenses she wore to mask her demonic orange eyes were. She thought about catching that waiter after the auction and devouring his soul.

Her presence at the auction was to acquaint New York society with the lovely daughter of the eccentric and wealthy Dr. Nathaniel Essex, just arrived from London, so they wouldn't question, and would, indeed, welcome her presence among them, all the better to cement her position in the new, improved, Sebastian Shaw-less Hellfire Club. Daddy very much wanted to keep his fingers in - and eyes on - such a potential resource. And it wouldn't do to disappoint Daddy.

She smiled brilliantly at the venture capitalist and his much younger trophy wife who stopped to make small talk with her. The wife was thinking about her latest trip to the salon to be waxed, botoxed, and wrapped in seaweed while comparing herself to Lena's genetically engineered, inhuman physique, and wondering how many carbohydrates were in the marinated mahi-mahi appetizer she had been nibbling on for the past 15 minutes. The husband was chatting away about his latest investment in a company that wanted to build a new high-speed rail system between England and France, while mentally undressing Lena. A quick telepathic image of the wife in a funhouse mirror, and Lena in black leather lingerie, and the couple quickly excused themselves to hurry off to their respective bathrooms.

Lena ambled down the staircase onto the main floor where the auction items were on display. Perhaps this "being nice" was something she could get used to after all.
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[personal profile] heirtoinhumanity 2015-07-20 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
"A lovely name for an even more beautiful woman." A little trite? Perhaps, but it wasn't insincere. She really was rather breathtaking.

"Of course, we cannot forget the poor orphans." Ahura smiled thinly. It really was no concern of his, but it looked good to be seen to help, even if he thought it'd be more efficient to simply write a cheque. "Perhaps I can find something nice for my mother in the lot. She's rather fond of Impressionists.

What about you? What are your interests, artistically speaking?"
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[personal profile] heirtoinhumanity 2015-07-23 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Indeed. How wonderfully convenient it is to be a charitable soul these days." Ahura smiled thinly.

"Bosch is a favorite of mine. I'm less familiar with H.R. Giger, but I'm quite inclined to trust your taste in that field. There are also some artists in Attilan I'm always sure to patronize. Men and women who can integrate sound and emotion right into the paint. Or crystalwork that can take on any form, and will slowly change over the course of a year's cycle.

I intend to have some of it displayed very soon. The Metropolitan has agreed to host an exhibit of Inhuman art. It would be my honour and pleasure to formally invite you to the opening gala, as my personal guest."
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Trying to think of a way for the Hellfire Club to come up ...

[personal profile] heirtoinhumanity 2015-07-29 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
"The art of Attilan is boundless in form- almost all of it is made using the unique superhuman abilities of Inhuman artists. Of course, the exhibit explains much of that. If the work of any artist strikes your fancy, of course, well, I am their Prince." Ahura's thin smile broadened slightly.


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Re: Trying to think of a way for the Hellfire Club to come up ...

[personal profile] heirtoinhumanity 2015-08-04 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Indeed they do. But let's not dwell too heavily on the responsibilities tonight. I'm enjoying myself far too much at the moment."

Ahura did have a certain sense of responsibility towards Attilan, but he was also looking forward to being able to exercise some of the privileges of princedom.

"Speaking of enjoyment, are you at all familiar with the Hellfire Club?" Of course, most people who were worth anything knew about it, but there was a difference between being aware it existed and being an insider.
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[personal profile] heirtoinhumanity 2015-08-04 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

"I've heard great things about it. They're very particular about whom they admit, though. Not that I imagine you'd have any difficulty meeting that standard." He didn't know much about her, but there was a certain aura of power about her that was undeniable. She wasn't just a pretty face, though she certainly had one.

"I intend to join myself. For the parties, yes, but also to meet fascinating, powerful people."
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[personal profile] heirtoinhumanity 2015-08-05 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Ahura's smile widened into something not unlike a grin, though his teeth were just a tiny touch sharper than those of a normal person, which changed the expression slightly.

"It seems we have more and more in common. I've already invited you as a personal guest to the unveiling, but ... perhaps dinner beforehand as well?"

It truly seemed that they had much and more to discuss. And it was difficult not to consider other possibilities as well.