15139/Enchanting Inferno

Enchanting Inferno
Date of Scene:	25 May 2023
Location:	Hellfire Club - Manhattan
Synopsis:	Magneto holds a Hellfire Gala which is a success
Cast of Characters:	Magneto, Polaris, Connor Macleod, Elektra, Emma Frost

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Magneto has posed:
The majestic gates of the Hellfire Club swing open, revealing a world beyond imagination. A red carpet, unfurled like a river of fire, beckons the distinguished guests into a realm where glamour and power intermingle. The air crackles with anticipation, carrying whispers of intrigue and secrets that dance upon the ethereal breeze.

The grand venue, adorned in opulence, stands as a testament to the resplendent vision of mutantkind. Crystal chandeliers drip like frozen flames from the vaulted ceilings, casting a shimmering glow upon the throngs of elegantly attired attendees. The walls, draped in rich fabrics of crimson and onyx, seem to whisper stories of past triumphs and clandestine affairs.

Radiant mutants, resplendent in their exquisitely tailored garments, float like ethereal beings through the meticulously designed spaces. Celestial gowns adorned with cascading feathers embrace bodies that emanate power and grace. The soft rustling of silks mingles with the symphony of enchanting melodies that resonate from hidden alcoves, where talented musicians gift their melodies to the night.

The scent of exotic blooms and anticipation mingle in the air, casting a heady spell over the gala. Exquisite floral arrangements adorn every corner, their vibrant colours a testament to the vitality and diversity of mutantkind. A kaleidoscope of scents envelops the guests, further heightening their senses as they traverse the labyrinthine corridors, eager to discover what secrets lie in wait.

From every direction, a tapestry of conversations, hushed laughter, and whispered confidences paints the backdrop of this extraordinary gathering. Allies and rivals alike mingle, their political machinations masked by the veneer of smiles and pleasantries. In this hallowed sanctuary, alliances will be forged, alliances tested, and the destiny of mutantkind, even if only for a single night, held in precarious balance.

As the doors close behind the last arrivals, the Hellfire Gala surges to life, its essence an irresistible blend of mystique and enchantment. In this nexus of power and artistry, mutants of all backgrounds unite under the banner of their shared existence, poised to redefine the boundaries of what it means to be extraordinary.

The Hellfire Gala begins, a mesmerising inferno destined to burn bright in the memory of all those fortunate enough to bear witness to its majesty.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna Dane arrives shortly after the Gala starts. The green-haired princess wears her verdant locks loose, trailing down over her otherwise-bare back. She is clad in green silks trimmed with gold, the halter-style top brief enough to maintain decency, but only just. Her toned midriff is bared, the waist of the skirt riding high on the sides and lower in front in back. It trails past her feet, which may as well be bare for all it matters.

Lorna cradles a glass of champagne, more as a prop than as a drink, and she makes the rounds slowly. A smile of recognition here, a nod there. She pauses to interject into a conversation, only to move along and simply listen to another.

Magneto has posed:
As the White King of the Hellfire Club, Magneto's presence at the Hellfire Gala is nothing short of awe-inspiring. Draped in a regal cloak of purest white, crafted from the finest silk, it flows around him like a billowing storm cloud. The fabric seems to possess a subtle shimmer, as if infused with the very essence of his magnetic mastery. His commanding stature towers above the crowd, his broad shoulders and chiselled frame exude strength and authority. Silver accents adorn his attire, from the intricately engraved clasps that hold his cloak in place to the fine threads woven into his tailored suit. His piercing blue eyes, sharp as shards of ice, mirror the strength and determination that reside within him. With each step he takes, the air crackles with a palpable energy, a testament to the raw power that lies at his command. Magneto, the White King, is a vision of elegance and might, a living embodiment of mutant supremacy at the heart of the Hellfire Gala.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna Dane senses her father before she spots him, full lips curling into the briefest of smiles. He has a commanding presence as well as a flair for the dramatic, and she leaves him to it. Lorna learned at a young age to flourish in his shadow, and she leaves him to shine right now.

Almost.

While others part for the White King to pass, Lorna's steps carry her to intercept. Stepping up close, she rests a hand on his shoulder and kisses his cheek. "Hello, Father." she greets, declaring herself in her own way in those two, simple words.

Magneto has posed:
Magneto's voice resonates with a mixture of authority and familiarity as he addresses Lorna, his dear companion. A warm smile plays upon his lips, reflecting the genuine joy he feels upon seeing her presence amidst the grandeur of the night's festivities. However, a tinge of disappointment shadows his expression as he continues, a slight twinge of longing evident in his words.

"Ah, my dear Lorna," he speaks softly, his voice carrying a touch of nostalgia. "In this enchanting gathering, I find solace in your presence. Yet, I can't help but feel a void in my heart, for tonight, my White Queen is noticeably absent, her radiance and elegance sorely missed. And, alas, the absence of the Black King and Black Bishop is equally palpable, casting a sombre hue upon our gathering."

In the midst of the vibrant chaos that fills the Hellfire Gala, an unexpected moment unfolds, capturing the attention of all those fortunate enough to witness it. A hush falls over the crowd as a troupe of mutant acrobats takes to the stage, their lithe forms moving with a fluidity that defies gravity itself. Bathed in an ethereal glow, their agile bodies soar through the air, executing daring flips and spins that leave spectators breathless. The acrobats weave a tale of elegance and danger, their movements synchronised with the crescendo of a symphony that swells to accompany their artistry. As they soar above the crowd, suspended by invisible threads of mutant power, gasps of awe and admiration fill the air. Each twist and somersault paints a vivid picture of the indomitable spirit of mutantkind, their breathtaking performance a testament to the boundless possibilities that lie within their grasp. The event becomes a transcendent moment, a reminder to all in attendance of the incredible beauty and grace that flourish within the world of mutants. Applause erupts like thunder, reverberating through the grand halls of the Hellfire Club, acknowledging the extraordinary talent that has enraptured their senses and left an indelible mark on the Hellfire Gala.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna Dane rocks back a step after that brief greeting, standing once more in her father's shadow to listen. Her expression is neutral when he speaks of disappointment and missing members. She lifts the glass to her lips, at least wetting them with the champagne.

The acrobats bound in and take the stage, distracting from the solemnity with their antics. Like the others, Lorna's eyes brighten and she smiles as she watches. Inwardly she knows what her father has done, of course. Juxtaposing somber news with gaiety, tempering the bitter with the sweet. And when the performance concludes, Lorna applauds with the others... her glass hovering motionless in the flux of the magnetic field surrounding her.

Magneto has posed:
As Lorna's gaze shifts towards the mesmerising acrobats gracefully dancing through the air, Magneto positions himself beside her, his eyes fixed on the captivating spectacle. The seamless coordination and awe-inspiring displays hold them both captive, their focus consumed by the acrobats' every move.

As the applause erupts in a harmonious symphony of appreciation, Magneto's lips curl into a pleased smile, mirroring the joy that radiates from the crowd. Leaning in closer to Lorna, his voice carries a hint of concern mingled with genuine curiosity.

"Have you had the chance to meet with your sister or brother lately?" he inquires, his words laced with a touch of longing. "Since Wanda took on the mantle of leadership within the Brotherhood, like yourself, I have not crossed paths with her. I cannot help but fear that she might intentionally be avoiding me, seeking solace in the distance that has grown between us over the years. Still, I had believed that this would be an opportunity for us all to unite as a family once more."

Polaris has posed:
Lorna Dane tilts her head a little, inclined towards her father while he speaks. Once the applause dies down she casually plucks the suspended glass from mid-air to hold it once more. "I have not spoken to either one in some time, but the last time I was with Wanda it was in Genosha." She pauses, shaking her head slowly. "I do not believe that her absence is intentional."

Lorna and Piero have been a little more distant, but she and Wanda are certainly close. "I may have identified a potential recruit as well. She is called Firestar. We are due for a follow up conversation."

Magneto has posed:
The name "Firestar?" echoes from Magneto's lips, his tone tinged with curiosity and a hint of intrigue. The unfamiliarity of the name brings forth a wave of speculation as he ponders its meaning. His keen intellect swiftly seeks to unravel the mystery, drawing logical connections from the limited information at hand.

"I must confess, the name does not ring a bell," he muses, his words punctuated by a thoughtful pause. "However, given the mention of 'fire' in the name, one could surmise that their abilities revolve around manipulating flames. Perhaps they possess the power of flight as well, considering the potential connection between their name and aerial capabilities."

As the acrobats gracefully exit the stage, their performance leaving a lingering sense of wonder, the rest of the guests disperse to engage in conversations, indulging in the delectable food and beverages that adorn the lively gathering. The air fills with a symphony of laughter, murmurs, and the clinking of glasses as the ambiance transforms into a vibrant social scene, weaving a tapestry of mingling conversations, joyous laughter, and the tantalising aromas of the sumptuous feast.

Polaris has posed:
Lorna Dane smiles a little at the question. "She is an energy manipulator. Microwaves, however, not actual fire. She also goes by Angelica, and learned to control her abilities under Charles Xavier's tutelage."

Lorna takes a small sip. "She is very capable, but extremely shy. We had a short, but enjoyable conversation at the Mansion and we will have more. I will keep you updated."

Polaris smoothly drains her glass, releasing it to float unerringly towards a side table. "I have exchanged messages with Juggernaut to meet, but so far our schedules have not coincided."

Magneto has posed:
Magneto's countenance shifts, registering a hint of interest at the mention of Firestar's abilities. His eyes sparkle with intrigue as he responds, his voice laced with a measure of approval and foresight.

"Ah, Firestar, an energy manipulator," he remarks, his tone betraying a touch of satisfaction. "Indeed, such powers can prove invaluable within our team. I believe her abilities will complement our objectives admirably."

A sense of quiet determination settles over him as he leans in closer to emphasize the importance of staying informed. His voice carries a gentle but firm tone, underscoring the significance of maintaining open lines of communication.

"Please, do keep me updated on her progress," he requests, his words revealing his vested interest in the team's dynamics.

Polaris has posed:
Green lips pull into a warm smile, Lorna's head tilting a little as her father leans in. "Yes, father." she replies, with a small nod. Shifting her weight, Lorna eases back from his immediate proximity.

"If you will excuse me, I'm fairly certain I caught a new face over near the stage." Lorna turns, the long skirt swishing of its own accord in her wake. The fabric pulls back and shows that she is wearing Grecian sandals beneath. Passing within a dozen feet of a server, she lifts a hand and a fresh glass of champagne glides along flux lines to settle into her fingers.

Connor Macleod has posed:
Connor MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod hasn't been to a Hellfire Gala in...75 years? His memory was vague on the topic, but his eyes remember the sprawling luxury that was the HC. His "membership" was a bit out of date, but he was still allowed in these galas, and this night, Macleod has decided to join in the fun.

Spotting the alcohol and snacks, Connor moves in that direction while looking at who was present. Getting a glass of "top shelf" Scotch, he takes a moment to smell the aroma, and with a nod of appreciation, downs it in one drink. Then, takes a second glass to savor.

Magneto has posed:
Magneto's piercing gaze follows Lorna as she seamlessly blends into the bustling crowd, her presence melding with the vibrant tapestry of diverse individuals. A glimmer of pride and satisfaction flickers in his eyes, a testament to the fulfilment of his meticulous plans.

Observing the ongoing growth of the Brotherhood of Mutants, a surge of contentment wells within him. The collective he has painstakingly crafted is steadily expanding, each new addition becoming a thread intricately woven into the fabric of his vision. The realization of his grand design fuels his resolve, reaffirming the righteousness of their cause.

A mysterious tableau unfolds in a secluded corner of the opulent venue. A circle of enchanting mutant illusionists, their eyes shimmering with arcane knowledge, conjure a mesmerising spectacle. With a flick of their fingers, the air transforms into a kaleidoscope of swirling colours, ethereal wisps, and shimmering lights. The spectators are drawn into a realm where reality wavers, as impossible shapes materialise and dissolve before their very eyes. The illusionists weave intricate narratives, their illusions unfolding like intricate tapestries of wonder and mystery. A magnificent phoenix takes flight, soaring across the room, leaving trails of golden embers in its wake. A lush forest blooms from thin air, alive with vibrant flora and fauna that seem to breathe with a life of their own. As the crescendo builds, the boundaries between imagination and reality blur, captivating the guests in a realm of pure enchantment. Applause erupts, mingling with gasps of astonishment, as the spellbound audience bears witness to the bewitching artistry of these mutant illusionists. This ephemeral moment of magic and wonder will linger in their memories long after the echoes of the Hellfire Gala have faded into the night.

Elektra has posed:
Elektra has never been to the hellfire club herself, but as a somewhat high profile due to her Ambassador dad's connections to the US government, it's inevitable that the Hellfire club would eventually reach out to her, given her connections as well as her unique set of..Skills. May as well check out the place at least.

So here she is, fessed in a long silk red gown with a slit down one side, her long black hair pulled up into a messy bun. She smiles and nods to a few familiar faces as she makes her way to the buffet table. May as well grab a drink while she's here, and she nods and smiles in greeting to Conner as he heads in the same direction. "Wonderful evening, is it not?"

Magneto is not someone she has met personally but she has heard of mutants and Genosha's leader and she watches him thoughtfully, quietly.

Connor Macleod has posed:
Connor Macleod enjoys the show as he was content sipping his Scotch. With a slight sigh, he enjoys the flavour, taken back to the Highlands of Scotland with the flavour. A very good scotch, indeed.

The illusionists are impressive. Connor can pierce the veil of illusions with his talent taken years ago from a fellow immortal, but he pushes that aside, and simply watches the "tableau".

Impressive." Connor says, his "Scottish" accent easily heard. Hisd eyes look over at Magneto and Polaris for the briefest of moments, and then he is distracted.

When Elektra grabs a drink and chats with him, Connor regards her and says, "It is indeed. Connor Macleod." Connor introduces himself. "It is a pleasure to meet you."

Magneto has posed:
Magneto's discerning eyes catch sight of Elektra, an unfamiliar presence among the attendees, as she gracefully adorns a flowing silk dress that accentuates her elegance. Intrigued by her aura, he feels compelled to engage with her, guided by a combination of curiosity and cordiality.

With measured steps, Magneto approaches Elektra and Connor, his purposeful stride imbued with a welcoming demeanour. A congenial smile graces his lips as he initiates their encounter, his voice resonating with warmth and genuine interest.

"I believe our paths have yet to cross," he begins, his words carrying an air of politeness and intrigue. "However, it brings me great pleasure to make your acquaintance. Such a gathering presents an opportune moment to forge new connections."

Elektra has posed:
Elektra lifts her hands to politely applaud the illusionists. "Wow, very talented. What incredible gifts these mutants possess.." Not one who has experienced mutants much, she eyes them with much curiosity and fascination.

Connor is given a nod and pleasant smile as she sips her wine. "A pleasure to meet you, Connor, my name is Elektra." she pauses and smiles as she lifts her glass to his in greeting, waiting for the typical reaction to her name.

As Magneto arrives, she smiles and nods to him. "Thank you sir, this is my first time here. And am I correct in guessing you are the great Lord Magneto, master of magnetism, leader of Genosha that I have heard about?"

Ah yes, flattery will get you places...

Magneto has posed:
Acknowledging the recognition that his name carries, Magneto nods in affirmation, a subtle confirmation of his well-established reputation. His keen gaze sweeps across the room, absorbing the ambiance and assessing the various interactions that unfold, before refocusing on the duo before him.

Leaning slightly forward, his interest piqued, Magneto poses a question with a mixture of curiosity and discernment. His voice retains a measured tone, inviting Elektra to share her motivations openly.

"So, Elektra, what brings you to the esteemed Hellfire Club?" he inquires, his words inviting her to delve into her intentions. "Is it the allure of potential membership, or perhaps an opportunity to engage with fellow individuals and partake in the vibrant social tapestry that this gathering affords?"

Connor Macleod has posed:
A flicker of recognition passes through Connor's eyes for just a split second, and then it was gone. Elektra. He taps his glass against hers with a smile. The night got interesting. As he turns at the sounds of the approach of anohter, the night got even MORE interesting.

As Elektra vocalizes what Connor was thinking, Connor takes a drink. "It is a pleasure to meet you "Magneto". I am Connor MacLeod. Excellent party you are putting on here. Rivals some of the best in history."

Elektra has posed:
Elektra hmms, taking another, long sip of her red wine, thoroughly enjoying it, although she is no stranger to expensive tastes. "Well, to be fair, they have contacted me in the past. I have been too busy or disinterested to follow up on them, I thought it was about time I did.." she nods to the mutant performers! "They were amazing, are they Genoshans?"

Turning to Conner, she nods thoughtfully. His name might mean something for one who has been around for so long, but at the moment she cannot place it. "A pleasure to meet you, Conner. Are you a current member of the Club?"

Magneto has posed:
Magneto's eyes narrow slightly as the name "MacLeod" resonates with a hint of recognition. He acknowledges the potential historical connection of Connor's family to the esteemed Hellfire Club, particularly among its male members. While considering this association, he expresses gratitude for the compliment offered.

"Ah, MacLeod," he responds, his voice tinged with a subtle tone of acknowledgment. "A name that carries echoes of familiarity, indicative of a long-standing lineage entwined with the club's history, especially within the male members of your family. Your presence here bears witness to the legacy that precedes you. I appreciate your kind words."

Then, turning his attention towards Elektra, Magneto's gaze rests upon her, seeking insight into her own heritage and affiliation.

"And what of you, Elektra?" he inquires, his voice gentle yet filled with curiosity. "From which family do you hail? I am curious to know more about the bloodlines that intersect within the tapestry of our gathering."

Connor Macleod has posed:
"I was a member of this club a long time ago, Lady Elektra, but I am sure that my membership has lapsed in recent history. Haven't paid my dues in some time I think. I'd have to check with my accountant." Connor grins, as his voice was good natured and slightly in jest.

"As Lord Magneto has said, I expect you are not a member as of yet? I highly recommend it." Connor raises his glass to Magneto in a salute. "Thank you. Family is family and Membership has its perks."

Elektra has posed:
Elektra hmms, "Clan Macleod..Sounds familiar somehow.." but of course there are many families with the same last name. She smiles a bit at the comment, tilting her head, "That long, hmm?" she seems amused, shaking her head.

To Magneto she nods, "Natchios. My father, Hugo Natchios was Greek Ambassador and an esteemed member of the club before his untimely demise.." her lips harden as she says that last part, something that still leaves a bitter memory on her heart.

Magneto has posed:
Magneto's perceptive gaze catches the subtle shift in Elektra's demeanour as she mentions her late father's passing. A flicker of empathy crosses his eyes, accompanied by a deep sense of understanding. Sensing her emotional response, he offers his condolences with sincerity.

"I extend my deepest sympathies for the loss of your father," he says gently, his voice carrying a genuine tone of compassion. "While I may not have had the privilege of personally knowing him, I understand the weight of such a loss. May you find solace in the knowledge that you now tread the same paths he once walked within these hallowed halls. There is a certain comfort to be found in carrying on the legacy of those who came before us."

Connor Macleod has posed:
"MacLeod's have a' long history milady." Connor's accent was think now. "There may be other MacLeod's but ah'm a Highlander. We're...unique." His smile was almost infectious as he finishes his Scotch.

Putting the empty glass down on the counter, Connor turns to Magneto. "Ah'll let you two converse. If'n ya' need me to come around more often, say tha' word and I'll be here."

Tapping his forehead in a salute, Connor moves towards the back areas of the room.

Elektra has posed:
Elektra shrugs and chuckles, brushing a dark hair out of her eyes. "it was a while ago, I'm over it but I appreciate it." she nods, "I do hope to carry his legacy and learn more of the life he lived here. Coming here today is a start, there are so many friends of his here tonight. I find some comfort in that."

She arches a brow at Connor, "Highlander you say? I'm impressed. I have heard something of highlanders." as he wanders off, so does she, offering a slight bow of her head to them both. "It was a pleasure to meet you both, perhaps our paths will cross again.."

Magneto has posed:
Elektra and Connor's departure leaves Magneto standing alone at the table, a solitary figure amidst the vibrant crowd. He lingers for a moment, the ambiance of the room enveloping him as he becomes an observer of the lively conversations unfolding around him.

A sense of stillness settles within Magneto as he watches the other guests engaged in animated discussions, their voices intermingling, punctuated by laughter and the clinking of glasses. His keen eyes scan the room, taking in the ebb and flow of interactions, witnessing the camaraderie and connections forged in this gathering of like-minded individuals.

In this brief moment of solitude, a mix of contemplation and resolve graces Magneto's expression. The world seems to slow around him as he absorbs the energy of the room, his thoughts aligning with the grand vision he holds, fueled by the collective strength of the mutants he has united.

With a composed demeanor, Magneto stands tall, his presence a testament to the unyielding determination that propels him forward. The unfolding conversations and shared laughter serve as reminders of the importance of unity, strengthening his resolve to fight for the rights and recognition that mutants deserve.

Emma Frost has posed:
Ah! The Club. Her second favourite place - depending on the day. Certainly, though, it ranks right up there. Today, though, she has a mission: To visit with her 'partner' to speak with him. The White King. Or Magneto. Or as she quite often called him Erik.

They had been partners in so many 'crimes' in the past, Emma thought she deserved it.

Picking up a tumbler of scotch, she meandered her way to him. "A little birdy told me that you might be looking for me? You look well. Shall I?" She gestures at his table, but before he can answer, sits down.

Magneto has posed:
Amidst the swirling excitement of the Hellfire Gala, a remarkable convergence of music and mutant abilities unfolds before the mesmerized guests. Suddenly, a grand piano materializes at the heart of the opulent ballroom, bathed in an ethereal glow that holds a hint of the extraordinary. The crowd watches with bated breath as a mutant pianist, their fingers crackling with a sublime energy, takes their place at the instrument.

With each stroke of the keys, a symphony of luminous notes cascades through the air, transcending the boundaries of ordinary sound. The melodies, infused with the essence of mutant power, ignite a kaleidoscope of vibrant colors that swirl and dance in harmony. Every chord becomes a brushstroke, painting the atmosphere with a mesmerizing display of light and sound. The audience, enthralled by the pianist's effortless mastery, embarks on an emotional journey as the music weaves an ethereal tapestry of enchantment and wonder.

Time seems to stand still as the melodies reverberate through the hearts of the onlookers, evoking cherished memories, igniting dormant passions, and kindling a profound sense of unity. The performance reaches its zenith, leaving the attendees spellbound, their applause a testament to the shared recognition that, in this fleeting moment, the power of mutant expression transcends mere entertainment. It creates a profound connection, resonating deeply within the souls of all who bear witness.

Magneto has posed:
A flicker of surprise dances across Magneto's features as he spots the elegant figure of the White Queen, Emma Frost, gracefully approaching him. His initial expectation of her absence from the gala is replaced by a genuine sense of astonishment. The unexpected encounter quickens his pulse, a subtle indication of the significance that Emma holds in his plans.

"Oh, Emma," he responds, his voice tinged with a mix of astonishment and anticipation. "I confess I had not anticipated your presence tonight. I assumed you would be absent from the gala."

A sense of urgency settles over Magneto as he recognizes the gravity of the situation. The weight of the words he is about to utter is palpable, and he gestures subtly, inviting her to engage in a private conversation.

"Indeed, there is a matter of utmost importance that I must discuss with you," he affirms, his voice lowering slightly. The intensity in his eyes hints at the gravity of the forthcoming discussion, emphasizing the significance of their alliance and the pivotal role Emma plays within it.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma quirks a single brow at that. "I must confess, I was only seeing if I poked you, what would fall out. Unfortunately I have no power to erect a wall of privacy. We will have to depend on what I can do, and the noise around us can provide.

Of course she fiddles with everyone's minds who looks over here - as far as people can see, there is Erik and Emma drinking their drinks, and pointing out this one and that one to talk about. In other words, petty words and bored expressions.

In fact she and Erik were about to have some serious words. On what? Emma was curious. "Now, what did you want to talk about, really?"

Magneto has posed:
Magneto's expression turns stern as he addresses Emma, his tone laced with a hint of disapproval. The notion of employing illusory powers instead of relying solely on telepathic communication gives rise to a subtle frown on his face. He dismisses any concerns about eavesdroppers or interruptions, recognizing the busyness of the surrounding crowd.

"Did you resort to using illusions instead of direct telepathic communication?" he questions, his voice carrying a touch of reproach. "There is no need for such precautions. We are not in earshot of anyone who could pose a threat, and they are far too preoccupied to bother with our conversation."

Taking a brief pause, he gathers his thoughts before delving into the matter at hand, the urgency evident in his tone.

"Now, as you are well aware, I hold the leadership of Genosha," he continues, his voice steady but resolute. "My intentions are to expand the population of our nation, offering safe passage to mutants seeking refuge. While I acknowledge your affiliation with Charles and his X-Men, I question the true safety the school provides. How many times has it come under attack?"

Magneto's gaze intensifies as he expresses his request, revealing the depth of his commitment to aiding vulnerable mutants.

"What I ask of you is to assist me in locating the vulnerable mutants scattered across the world," he implores, his voice carrying the weight of his purpose. "I am in the process of constructing a Cerebro, and once completed, I want you to operate it. Together, we can locate these mutants and offer them sanctuary in Genosha."

Leaning in slightly, he divulges an additional matter of importance, his words brimming with conviction.

"I must inform you that I have a young mutant under my care, a telepath in need of training," he reveals. "She has chosen not to join the school, despite her encounters with the X-Men. Currently, she communicates solely through her phone, either as a mute or by choice. With your expertise, she has the potential to become a formidable telepath. I implore you to assist in her development."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma draws herself up. "What powers I use is not your concern. Now is it? And yes, certainly no one /seems/ to be interested in us. But as I have shown, anyone with the right abilities could create one thing while they actually are doing another."

Still she wags a finger and gets rid of the telepathic illusions and speaks to his mind directly.

<< Does this suit you better?>>

As for the rest of listens boredom etched across her face. No telepathic illusions this time. << Sure. Sure. What you are looking for is a partner for Cerebro. Correct? Under your thumb though. And you are dangling a student for payment.>>

Magneto has posed:
A deep frown etches itself upon Magneto's face, bordering on a scowl, as he vehemently rejects the notion of offering someone as payment. The suggestion cuts against his principles, and he clarifies his intentions with a resolute tone.

"Payment? No, I will not treat her as a bargaining chip," he declares, his voice laced with unwavering determination. "I have already extended an offer of safe passage to Genosha for her, along with the assurance of finding a suitable mentor to nurture her powers. She will have the freedom to choose her own path, remaining in Genosha for as long as she desires. I will not send her to the school as some form of payment."

A flicker of electricity sparks in the air surrounding the White King, his controlled fury momentarily crackling in the atmosphere. However, Magneto swiftly regains his composure, collecting himself before continuing the conversation.

"Nevertheless, I am indeed seeking a partnership in this endeavor," he states, his voice regaining its measured tone. "I require someone capable of operating Cerebro, someone who can channel the gathered information back to me. That is the role I had envisioned for you, Emma. Together, we can harness the power of this new Cerebro to locate and offer sanctuary to those mutants in need."

Magneto's words carry a resolute conviction, underlining his belief in the vital importance of their collaboration in achieving their shared goals.

Emma Frost has posed:
<< You do know why I went to Xavier's don't you?>>

Emma takes a sip of her scotch, and appears to be thinking while he answers her question.

Magneto has posed:
Magneto shrugs dismissively, a subtle gesture conveying his acknowledgment of the motivations behind Emma's potential involvement with Charles Xavier and his mentorship of young mutants. His response carries a touch of indifference, as if implying that such reasons may hold little significance to him.

"To partake in the mentorship of young mutants under the guidance of the esteemed Charles Xavier, is it?" he remarks, his voice tinged with a hint of detached observation. "Perhaps you align yourself with his ideals, finding common ground within his vision. Charles is undoubtedly a remarkable man, revered by many. Yet, it is undeniable that not everyone shares the same perspective when it comes to the methods I have employed in safeguarding the future of mutantkind."

Magneto's words carry a sense of self-assuredness, suggesting that while he respects Xavier's contributions, he remains steadfast in his belief that alternative approaches are necessary to secure the well-being and empowerment of mutantkind.

Emma Frost has posed:
"No." This time she answered aloud. "I made a promise to Julian. So I kept it."

Emma doesn't explain more. "Let me see what you have got. I'll reserve my answer till then." She drinks her remaining scotch, and starts to leave. "One more thing. Tell the girl that if she wants to, I will take her on." And with that, she's gone.