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 Posted: Jun 5 2018, 08:35 PM
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Deep breath Monet. Whatever it is, you’ll be fine the former actress told herself as she exited the private plane she had chartered to take her from London to New York. Of course, being New York and the paparazzi curious as to who it could be had made their way as close to the plane as they were legally aloud to do so. There had been a hot tip that told them a retired actress would be landing down but not who the person was. It had been Monet with the anonymous tip, old habits dying hard and all.

Heels clicked as she managed her way down the narrow stairs of the aircraft, her legs unable to move too far from one another of the tight skirt she was wearing would ride up too far. Although she was not embarrassed about such an act happening it had to seem like you didn’t want it to happen, that you didn’t want to be caught to get the most media attention. So the dress rode high upon her thigh and she feigned embarrassment in pulling it down just before it revealed anything with a playful laugh. Of course, there were hardly any flashes from the photographers, some leaving without taking a single one.

Monet didn’t need to be able to hear the hailstorm of disappointed thoughts to know that they were displeased it had been her that arrived. A retired actress of little fame. One thought ill enough to say washed-up never was to which he was granted a massive headache as Monet reached into his brain forcefully and pulled at his most painful memory. She grinned at that and pretended to try and hide her face as she carefully stepped into the limo that was waiting for her.

Once the door was closed the smile immediately left her face and a scowl replaced it.

You will be taken to the abode of Ms. Frost” the driver informed her as he started driving.

Confusion set in on Monet’s expression now, her eyebrows furrowing as she sat up. “Ms. Frosts home? I was led to believe I would be meeting the… executives” she recalled being told to state executives as opposed to Inner Circler incase the one she was speaking with was unaware. In response she was greeted with silence, and when she tried to probe his mind she found it blocked. Even pushing she found no entry to it. She could bust out of the car and fly away but she had learned that the Hell Fire Club had a reach that was vast. She’d have to take this head on.

She wasn’t thrilled about it in the least, but it wasn’t as if anyone was asking her. It didn’t seem as though it would bode well for the woman, her plan had gone too far, and perhaps they already knew. She was able to read into peoples minds and whoever had sent this drive was strong enough to block them from her prying attempted. They would see into her mind and know that she was to blame for the killing of two members of the group. She didn’t need to know anything about the Inner Circle to know that groups generally frowned upon the killing of their members.

Needless to say, it was a long drive for Monet, who spent that time composing herself. She would not go out like some street hustler, but with dignity. What they would do to her, Monet could but guess upon that, her nails poking at the leather of the arm rest in the back of the elongated car. She had picked at it long enough that there was a hole in it, her mind was so occupied with her thoughts that she didn’t seem to notice and was actively making it worse. She could pay for it, easily, so that wasn’t an issue anyway.

When at last the building came into view Monet took one last deep breath and fully steeled herself against the potentials that could come forth. She was here for one reason or another, she could not change the mind of those that had summoned her and she would have to see it out. She was not a scared child that she feigned to be before to get attention, she was a woman grown and this was her test. Her hands smoothed over her dress after she exited the vehicle, a pleasant forced smile upon her face a she was led to the doors and eventually she was led to where Emma Frost was.

When she entered the smile was still plastered against her face. Her mental barriers up, for what good they might do against someone that could lock her out completely. “Ms. Frost, it’s a pleasure to meet you” she spoke, her voice betrayed none of the anxiety she felt inside. She was a good actress, after all, even if the critics couldn’t agree to that. She was careful as well not to come on too cheerfully, her parents and brother had passed only weeks ago. Most people cared about such things. After she said her greeting she reached for the other woman’s hand to shake it. She figured that it was best to treat this as more of a business meeting than anything. Act as if it is something so simple and perhaps you can direct it to be.

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 Posted: Jun 6 2018, 09:19 AM
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Emma was still thinking about her meeting with Loki and what she had learned from it. It was a great thing, not only for the Hellfire Network but to her personally, that the Asgardian had accepted her invitation to join their ranks. The White Queen went immediately to work getting him acclimated in the best way she knew how... naughty, naughty... and proclaimed him White King of the New York Branch Inner Circle, effectively making him the ruler of all the White Courts in all the Branches across the world. Sure, he would have her there, as White Queen, to help him along in his responsibilities and with Kasandra and Christian in charge of the Black Courts, they had the top tier of the Inner Circle covered. However, there were some other positions that needed to be filled and Emma has been working on that.

As it was known, the Inner Circle's positions were fashioned after the pieces of chess board. Take the White Court for example: there were a King and a Queen, one Bishop, several Knights and one Rook. Each position had their own responsibilities in the overall strategy and organization of the group as a whole, supervised and controlled by the Lord – or in this case, Lady – Imperial, who was the head of the whole Hellfire Network. The Kings and Queens of the NY Branch controlled – as stated – the minor courts of the other Branches, the same applied for the Bishop, etc. Emma, once she took over, centralized the whole thing in order to have all the Branches function properly and under one authority. She also had a completely different approach to ruling than Sebastian Shaw, who tended to lean to the cruel and vindictive side. He ruled by fear... Emma ruled by understanding and nurturing. She allowed all the members of the Hellfire Network to pursue their own goals as long as they did not conflict with the overall mission of the group as a whole.

One of the key positions in the courts was that of Bishop. The person in that position was in charge of giving sound and objective advice to the King and Queen of its respective court. It also managed the day to day operations of the Hellfire Club proper, the front for the Hellfire Network. People who knew about the Inner Circle – which were not many – always made the mistake of mixing both the Circle and the Hellfire Club, but that was not the case. The club was just that... a club. An exclusive, debauched, and quite infamous club, but a club nonetheless. It served as a front for the Inner Circle activities and also as a way for its members to gain influence and do a bit of 'networking', but not all of its patrons were part of the Inner Circle or even knew such a thing existed. For example, Tony Stark was a patron... as his father before him was as well.

Emma has been pulling triple duty since she established the new Hellfire Club: that of Lady Imperial, White Queen and managing the Club. She needed help. As powerful as Emma was, she was not a machine and couple that with being owner and CEO of Frost International... it was exhausting. Certainly, she relegated responsibilities. Minerva 'Mimi' Davenport, her personal aide and occasional lover, carried some of the load both in Frost International and in the club. Also Emma's brother Christian had a high position in the company and carried a bit of the burden as King of the Black Court. But still, it was a lot so it was time she began to fill some positions. The problem was... who? She thought about Emma Steed, the Black Queen of the London Branch as a possible candidate, but decided that she was needed where she was. Steed was a devoted ally and friend and Emma Frost needed someone like that running that Branch. She kept going through the list and came up with another name... Monet.

The woman was known to Emma. She had met her casually in one of her trips to London and was impressed by her X-gene. The beautiful woman had potential and Emma could see herself mentoring her. And she did need a lot of mentoring, as Emma could detect a bit of unruliness in her and other darker secrets. Monet had also psionic abilities, but compared to Frost, she was just in the beginning stages. With Charles Xavier dead, it was safe to say that Emma Frost was at the top of the food chain concerning psionic powers. Still, with good mentoring, Monet could be extremely useful. The White Queen loved teaching and mentoring gifted mutants and this Monet St. Croix could be a good candidate for that. Apparently, she used to be an actress but sadly Emma could not recall any movies she has been in. That too could be a good incentive... Monet would be amazed at how much of a reach the Lady Imperial had. One call and it could make St. Croix a massive movie star.

She sent her Head of Security, Jean Renault, to pick the woman at the airport. He was a correct choice because Emma had placed barriers on all her human associates: Mimi, Renault and Smitley (Emma's butler), hence only the most powerful psionic wielder could break through them. Although Emma was interested in her, she was taking no chances. Those three were the only 'normals' the White Queen was fond of and she loved them. Besides, this woman did kill two members of the London Branch... oh, the Lady Imperial knew about that... but that was in fact what brought her to Emma's attention. Those two were not a big loss for the Network, as they were remnants of Shaw's time at the head of the HFC. In a way, Monet did Emma a favor by taking them out.

It was then that she sensed Renault arriving and with her senses she followed them. Although Renault handed Monet to Smitley, who met with Monet in the lobby of the lodging area of the club, he still escorted her to Emma's private quarters. The Hellfire Building was massive, with lodgings for all the Inner Club members as well as the club, the private areas, pool and other amenities. Emma's overlooked a gorgeous vista and it was as big as her penthouse in Manhattan, which she seldom used because she spent most of her time between her office at Frost International and the Hellfire Building. She sighed... she needed a vacation. As the woman entered the vast antechamber, Emma greeted her with a soft smile. “My darling Monet... welcome. The pleasure, I assure you, is all mine. I pray your trip was a good one. Please, make yourself at home.” The luscious minx said in that British accented voice of hers and sauntered – Emma ALWAYS sauntered – towards a bar. “Drink?”

It was amusing that Monet was trying to hide her apprehension. Was she thinking Emma was going to punish her? Perish the thought! Emma – as said – was not Shaw. She was better than that. “You probably are wondering why I summoned you here. To be honest, it is more comfortable than in my office. Do not worry your pretty head... I am not going to punish you for your transgression.” she stated, soothingly.

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It honestly all seemed a bit much to Monet. Not the exuberant building, the employees nor the beauty of the place that she entered but all of it in general. The power move of changing the location of the meeting, it being at Emma’s private quarters. There was nothing at all subtle about the situation. She was being showed, rather than told, the power that the person she was meeting had. It would be a lie to say she had been expecting it. Somehow the Hellfire Club seemed little more than a kink club. The Inner Circle did… well whatever they did but Monet had assumed that it was some sort of debauchery that the other members could not be privy to. Something that was highly illegal. Or perhaps they were just keeping tabs on their influential member base. Working out what secrets to use and exploit to whatever means they required. The club had reach, Monet knew this much, though to what extent and how they achieved it she could not say for certain. What she did know, in this moment, was that she was flown to New York as a reminder that her time was worth wasting, whereas the Clubs time was not. She was afforded luxury and Monet was just paranoid enough to believe that it was so that it may be taken away.

It was all part of a game, one that Monet had tried to play in the movie industry, and though she knew the rules she was only able to become so successful in it. She would captive the few, but it seemed the larger audience was obtuse to her talents. Or, perhaps it was because she could not reach into their minds to pull out the emotions that she wanted through a screen. That part of her had died some time ago, and she hadn’t been expecting to be playing these games again so soon. She’d been expected to be rewarded by the Inner Circle for saving their lived, but someone found out, she was relatively sure, and now rather than ascending she would be put in a pit. Left to rot. Maybe.

It was still a game and until she was locked away she was going to play it to the best of her abilities. She wondered just how much New York knew about her and her abilities. They warded the driver from her prying mind, somehow, so they knew at least some. Deep breath. She’’d never been in a situation she couldn’t get out of one way or anything and this wasn’t going to be it. She was a grown woman and she would not be cowed into subsidiary just yet. At least, that was the though she had before entering the room with the pale haired woman. She was breathtaking, truly, but what spoke to her more than that was the confidence that she seemed to radiate. Monet had gone through moments of feeling like she was prepared to g through anything, Not in this moment. Despite the words and the sauntering, there was still something that felt important about this woman.

It was lovely. thank you for asking” Monet permitted, with a simple nod of her head trying to collect her baring and remember everything that she had been planned. The first step? Right, that was acting that though you were not phased and though that slipped for a moment Monet did instead make herself at home sitting upon a rather comfortable looking chair and feigned relaxing. She was chipper, but sometimes that was part of the plan. Part of the way they really could mess with your mind.

Transgression Emma used the word. She knew. Monet’s head rang but she quilled the thought after a few moments of panic. “I’m fine, thank you” she waved off the offer of the drink casual in tone but with a smile upon her face. That was the easiest thing to answer and so she decided to go with that frst. Then once that was out of the way she was left with little other choice than to speak of the transgression. It was wise, she felt, not to lie but neither did she know the full extent as to what this other woman knew.

As casually as she could she asked, "my transgression?” which was probably not the smartest move either. It may be taken as insulting but she was unsure what else to do. Defend herself? Confess that the situation got out of control? Deny it? No, denying it was off the table. Monet knew only a little of this Inner Circle, but she had heard that they were powerful. Perhaps they were even in her head now. Monet did a mental search to see if there were any foreign interests inside of her head. She wasn’t subtle with her abilities and lacked finesse, so this required some effort. All while trying to remain calm and collected.

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The White Queen poured herself a stiff and full glass drink. Scotch was the beverage of choice for the blonde vixen and it was one she indulged almost on a daily basis. Emma had no illusions about her being an alcoholic nor she pretended not to be one. She knew full well that Mimi and Renault and Smitley and some others in the Hellfire Network didn't see with good eyes that she drank so much. But she just shrugged all their concerns off. There were reasons as to why Emma drank like a fish and only she knew those reasons. Not even Christian or Minerva, the two people she cared the most, knew why. With glass in hand, she returned to Monet and sat lazily in front of her on the opposite couch and swerved her glass in her hand, keeping those hypnotic and intimidating icy-blue eyes on the delightful woman. For a moment she remained that way, silent, not only listening to St. Croix's tentative answers but also sensing her surface thoughts.

Emma felt Monet's psionic abilities as she used them, but not against the White Queen. That would have been foolish and Monet didn't strike Emma as being of the foolish variety. On the contrary, she had a lot of potential and she was quite intelligent, in a savvy kind of way. The gorgeous dark skin mutant seemed to realize what was at stake in this meeting and what it was all about... at least, she thought she did. No, her powers were used to see if Emma has somehow entered her mind. That made the voluptuous minx smile. “Be at peace, my darling. I am not inside your head. Perish the thought!” She said in a soothing tone of voice and then sipped at her drink, her eyes still on Monet, not even blinking. Another long pause before she spoke again: “I know of your deeds, but let me assure you, you shall not get into trouble for them. In fact, I am grateful you disposed of those fools.” Once again, using that soothing tone of voice.

With those idiots out of the way, thanks to Monet, Emma now had managed to purge the whole Network of Shaw's supporters, which was a thorn on her side ever since she took over. The fools would not have moved against her, as their own support for another coup was almost non-existent and without Selene or Shaw, now... out of the way... they knew better, but they still were a nuisance. Emma couldn't move against them without the whole thing casting a negative light among the other courts around the world. Monet, by her own initiative, unwittingly fixed that problem for the Lady Imperial and because she was not sanctioned by the NY Branch, she gave Emma plausible deniability. Besides, it seemed that none of the other branches cared much about what happened any way. This whole affair was why Monet was right there, in front of the White Queen, but not for the reasons Monet might had suspected.

Crossing one leg over the other, Emma lied back on the couch and smirked. “Let us cut to the chase. You are here because you and your family past association with the Hellfire Club have gained my attention, not to mention the little unwitting favor you have done for me. I am not sure why no one in the Paris or London branches never gave you a seat at their Courts. I shall have to punish my beautiful Miss Steed for that bit of oversight.” She said with a wicked smile and a naughty tone of voice. The 'Two Emmas'... it has been a while they have been... naughty... together. “I am, however, planning to remedy that.” She added and sipped once again from her drink. All this time, while all this was been said and happening, Emma hadn't blink once nor she had moved her icy and hypnotic stare away from Monet. Those eyes were both the source of the wildest dreams for some, but also the worst nightmares for others. Some people were extremely unsettled by those eyes.“Are you sure you do not want a drink? I would be a very rotten hostess if I do not make you feel at home.”

Placing the now empty glass on a table beside her – yes, Emma drank the whole thing as if it was water... she had a very bad case of alcoholism – she remained laid back and then finally decided to put Monet at ease.“What do you say about a position here, in the New York Branch? As the White Bishop of the White Court? I am sure I would be delighted to have you under me.” Was that last part a bit of innuendo? With Emma it was impossible to know...

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