The Hellfire Club (
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nextgenerationmarvel2016-04-12 08:11 pm
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In Seasons of Wither We'll Stand and Deliver ((Open to HFC Inner Circle Members))
After the ranks for the Inner Circle were given, Selene disappeared for a few days to handle business with other chapters of the Hellfire Club. When she returned to New York, she had invitations issued to the newly ranked members of the Inner Circle. They would each be shown to a different room from the one where they received their ranks.
The large, circular room had a black and white tiled square in its center. Where the pawns should have been on the large chessboard were two long tables. There were ornately carved and appropriately colored chairs at each spot for the rooks, bishops, and knights. No chairs sat in the white king and queen spots nor in the spot for the black king. The black queen's position had a familiar throne in it.
At each position was a triangular name plate made of gold with each person's name and rank. A couple positions had "Reserved" on their name plates: one of the white bishops and one of the black knights.
The large, circular room had a black and white tiled square in its center. Where the pawns should have been on the large chessboard were two long tables. There were ornately carved and appropriately colored chairs at each spot for the rooks, bishops, and knights. No chairs sat in the white king and queen spots nor in the spot for the black king. The black queen's position had a familiar throne in it.
At each position was a triangular name plate made of gold with each person's name and rank. A couple positions had "Reserved" on their name plates: one of the white bishops and one of the black knights.
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She sipped from a glass of red liquid, and sized up the rest of the room from over the rim.
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Anyone with a decent-sized purse could afford Armani.
But these were the clothes of a true aristocrat. A prince, of his own people, the Inhumans, but also of the Hellfire Club.
His eyes settled on Lena and he couldn't help but smile slightly as he walked over to where she was, glass of deep, dark red wine in his own hand.
"Lena. A pleasure as always." He bowed and took her spare hand to kiss it.
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She dropped her voice, and glanced around the room.
"There are some... surprises here, though."
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Though some of them scarcely looked ambitious.
"Indeed. I suppose appearances may be deceiving, though."
He doubted nany of them would be terribly promising, but it wouldn't hurt to find out. He offered Lena his arm.
"Shall we go see if that's true?"
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She took his offered arm with a sinuous, snakelike motion.
"Let us mingle."
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It would have been better to share this part of her life with Kayla, but not after what she'd been through. Kayla was happy. She was a X-Man. Brianna wanted that for her.
But wouldn't it be better if the X-Men weren't needed? How much time with her parents had the X-Men cost her, personally? If she could keep her friends safe, it was worth a little bit of working with less-than-reputable people.
She took another sip of her water and looked for her seat at the table.
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Funny how the new Knights and Bishops and Rooks seemed to be falling into the color scheme. Eva was wearing a white linen and silk business suit, with a gold angel necklace.
She had a vague idea who Brianna was, from being around the X-Men, although they'd never met.
"Ah'm Eva."
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"Thank you, much appreciated. I'm Brianna." the Englishwoman said, offering a hand.
The woman was familiar...
"Eva Worthington?" she inquired.
Could be mildly awkward if she was who Brianna believed her to be.
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Eva shook Brianna's hand.
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"How are you enjoying the party so far? I know almost no one here." she said.
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"One does not enjoy these kind of parties. the object is to just get through the night without too much collateral damage."
She straightened up, and accepted a glass of Chardonnay from a passing attendant.
"Ah recognize a few of the other guests, but Ah can't say as I know any of them."
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"How many of these parties have you been to, Eva?"
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She sipped her wine.
"It is highly recommended that you read the Art of War before attendin' any charitable meet 'n' mingle function in this town. For some of 'em, Urban Warfare and Defense wouldn't be outta line, either."
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"The Club is...dangerous. We all know that. Do you ever think maybe it can be used to better the world rather than just for making the rich richer and the powerful even more so?" she asked.
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"Ah don't know. But Ah believe that it would be a bad idea to leave the direction the Club may take entirely in the hands of those wearin' a little too much black to this party."