2664/You Are Cordially Invited

You Are Cordially Invited
Date of Scene:	01 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Mystique, Madelyne Pryor

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Mystique has posed:
    The world was safe. At least, such was what the news reports had said. Curiously, instead of hiding out in Genosha for the siege, she'd come to Madripoor. To seize an opportunity. To take a bit more of Madripoor, and slip it under her control. A little bit more. And soon? Well, maybe, Madripoor would be hers, entirely. That's the goal. A few favors cashed in, a few people eliminated, and Mystique's efforts had been rewarded.

    Now, the woman is getting ready to return to Genosha. But, astute people would have been able to track the fact she was here. That is, people who were looking for her. Presently, Mystique is in one of her more 'regular' forms, that of a statuesque blonde woman. The tell-tale sign though, for all to see? The small skull headband at the peak of her forehead.

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
    There's a flicker in a nearby alley, before another woman steps out of it a moment later, her boots clicking softly on the rough paving stones as she makes her way out. She doesn't really look around, as if searching...she just drifts, closer and closer as part of he crowd...until she just steps out of it, standing in front of your table.

    "Good evening...might you have a seat for another?" she says, her voice slightly tinged with an Eastern European sounding voice. She currently looks Indian...dark hair, rich coffee skin, curvy to the look, with a comfortable looking pink shirt and jeans to go with the boots. The only oddity are her eyes....rather than the brown, you might expect, they're a jade green in color. There's a certain attitude to her...a confidence, even arrogance to her, like she knows exactly who she is, and is very unthreatened by what's around her, despite being in Madripoor.

Mystique has posed:
    Looking up to the Indian woman approaching her, the rather confident, almost 'dangerous' looking blonde woman regards the would-be conversationalist. She does not recognize her, and her eyes narrow ust a little, in thought. There is a long span of silence as she considers, weighs her options before finally gesturin. "Sit," she offers, generously. "If you wish." There's another quiet pause, "Is there something I can help you with?"
    There are a few empty tables, thus, she's come to a conclusion.

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
    The woman seats herself gracefully, crossing her legs as she regards the blonde across from her thoughtfully. "Yes. Or rather, something I can help you with...or at least offer." she says simply. Her eyes twinkle a bit wickedly. "Though perhaps not the kind of offer you were expecting?" She leans forward, her arms resting on the table comfortably. "It's taken me a little bit to find you; my apologies." she says politely. "But you are a hard woman to find, especially with the recent...upheaval."

Mystique has posed:
    "Am I? Are you certain that I'm the woman you're looking for?" She smiles, faintly. "I don't seem to know you. And, you haven't even asked my name, yet," the blonde woman points out, rather casually. Still, she doesn't seem to be rebuking the other woman entirely.
    "However, offers are certainly an interesting way to start the day. I'll listen."

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
    "I already know your name." the woman says simply. "Do you want me to say it, or would you feel threatened if I'm correct?" She smiles faintly, lazily almost, her green gaze direct and measuring. "Or I could give you my name, if you prefer. It's...polite, isn't it? To introduce oneself." She seems amused by the custom, from her expression.

Mystique has posed:
    "If you think you know my name, then, yes," agrees Mystique. "Say it. If you're right, well," she shrugs her shoulders, mildly. "Then perhaps you'll earn my interest. Get it wrong, and - I still might say you're correct. Whose to know?" She smiles, then, somewhat indulgently. "But, yes. Such is the custom, and a measure of manners. As it has been, for countless generations."

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
    "Raven." the other woman says calmly. "Though you go by a different name these days. One more public than that." She smiles faintly. "And I am Madelyne. Pleased to meet you Raven. I admit, I've been very curious to meet you in person, instead of simply chasing rumors and legends about you."

Mystique has posed:
    There is no surprise that registers on Raven's face, but the woman doesn't deny it, either. "Mmmmm. That is part of the problem, during a short term of opportunity." She half-smiles, "You don't have time to cover your tracks always as nicely as you'd like. Still, it can't be helped." She folds her hands in front of herself. "And who might you be? And, what - proposal do you come to me with?"

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
    The other woman smiles. "I am an emissary." she says simply. "Sent to bring an invitation to you. Your reputation is well known in many quarters...as well as your dedication to your goals. My lord admires those who have the strength of will to seek their fortune and their destiny." She tilts her head. "...if you wish, you can be as you actually are here. No one will notice." Her eyes twinkle. "I will even let you see my actual face as well, if you wish."

Mystique has posed:
    At the latter, Mystique tilts her head, instantly realizing she is either dealing with a fellow shapeshifter, or an illusionist. "An emissary, of whom?" Is her first inquiry. Practical, this one. "And, to what purpose?"

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
    "As I said..." the woman notes, reaching into her jacket with two fingers, then pulling out a crisp envelope, made of fancy, quality paper. "An invitation." She sets the envelope on the table in front of you, flipping it over....revealing the coat of arms of Latveria. Of Doom. "Lord Doom has been impressed. He believes you would fit well with a new organiation he is creating."

Mystique has posed:
    Mystique takes the invitation, looking at the woman across from her with a measured eye, but there is a certain modicum of interest that shifts upwards on the scale factor. "Well. That -is- a bit interesting, I must admit." She does not inquire towards further details. At least, not yet.
    "I shall take you up on your previous offer. If you don't mind. I like to see who I'm doing business with."

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
    "Fair enough." the other woman says...and suddenly it's like a fog lifts for you. And she's not the woman she appeared...she's a much more familiar looking woman. The emerald green eyes...the curling red hair, and the curvy figure below it. It might take a moment to realize that the woman sitting across from you looks younger than the person you immediately would think of her being...late teens perhaps, rather than early to mid twenties. And there's a certain hardness to her, a muscular strength that is not matched quite to the same level by her doppleganger Jean.

Mystique has posed:
    "Ah. Yes. interesting." Mystique gives a knowing smile, now. Confident. And, she appears completely intrigued. "We've met, before. Though, I'm afraid I was wearing something a little different, then." Humor touches the edges of her lips. "Yes. I think I will take Doom up on his invitation. If nothing more than to - hear him out. Perhaps get a question or two answered."

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
    Madelyne curves her lips up playfully. "You're welcome to ask. You could ask me, after all?" she says lazily. "After all, I -am- here. And in no hurry to move on." she admits, her head tilting to the side. "Mmm...met before...." she says, looking thoughful. "...I would have sensed you though." Her eyes slit. "...unless...yes. The party. YOu were at the party." It being the only time she was specifically forbidden from using her abilities on the other guests.

Mystique has posed:
    "My dear," Mystique smiles, warmly, "You could -try- to sense me. Perhaps in some way, you could, I suppose. I am no telepath." She shrugs, mildly, "But, I do know that even the most capable of you lot have a decidedly difficult time reading my mind." It's something to which she takes a small, perverse little pleasure it.
    "Very well, then. What does Doom propose? What is this all about?"

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
    Madelyne curves her lips. "I am -very- capable." she says simply. "But I was more interested in feeling the signature of your mind than knowing your thoughts." She leans back again, recrossing her legs. "My lord Doom proposed to create an organization to support those who have similar interests in achieving power around the world....a 'legion' of Doom, if you will. You have done great things on your own, largely. Doom asks what you could do if you had more of like minds with you to work with you towars a common goal."

Mystique has posed:
    "Tit-for-tat, mmm? IS that his game? Well. Perhaps." She taps a finger on the invitation card, then nods again. "I shall be there, then. And, your name?"

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
    The woman smiles lazily. "Madelyne. Madelyne Pryor." she says easily. "Perhaps then...I'll get to see you in all your glory...and not just some seeming." she says, tilting her head as she gestures to your blonde hair. "You will be our guest for a time, after all. I would be remiss if I asked you to be anything but yourself while there."

Mystique has posed:
    "I can spare a day or two," agrees Mystique. Then she makes a motion with her hand, suggestively. "Busy, busy, busy, you know." She tilts her head then, "I must say. Doom really outdid himself, this time." She rises, then, picking up the invitation, "Enjoy your stay in Madripoor, while you're here. There's a lovely restaraunt just around the corner. Have the tuna tart tar. It's to die for."

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
    "I shall take your advice to heart." Madelyne says lazily. "If you require transport, there is a number on the back of the card. Call it, and I will come to get you and bring you there directly." She makes no attempt to rise herself, just resting her chin on her hand as she watches you. "I look forward to seeing you again."