4559/Long Live the White King and Queen

Long Live the White King and Queen
Date of Scene:	01 June 2018
Location:	Hellfire Club, Manhattan, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Magneto, Emma Frost

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Magneto has posed:
     The Manhattan Hellfire Club has been different than it was before. What was once a lair of villainy the likes the world had only seen...a couple of times before.

  Magneto had sent a message to an old friend: meet at the Club. So there was Magneto, strolling into the Hellfire Club, taking a seat in one of the lavish chairs in the meeting hall. Of course, what was spoken in these halls was kept in these halls. His iconic helmet was placed at the table next to the chair. A discreet waiter came by, asking if Magneto would like a drink. The Genoshan King gave a nod. "Dalmore 50 year."

Emma Frost has posed:
Fashioniably late.

Emma Frost made it a point to make her entrances and exits count, and this was no exception. She hadn't been banned from the Hellfire Club, though she certainly didn't frequent it as she once had. And her last foray wthin its four walls had seen the loss of her beloved Academy. Still, it was a place she'd often called home, and when Erik's invitation had come, she'd not tossed it aside like yesterday's news, instead dressing for the occassion and making her way there, arriving a good 20 minutes after the appointed time.

She stands in the doorway, pausng to regard the establishment, wearing a silver-white pantsuit, and with heels to match. Her jewelry a custom-crafted set in blood red, neither discrete nor ostentatious.

"I do believe I am expected," she murmurs with chill disdain to the hostess. Looking around to spy her date even before the hostess has time to stammer or look Emma up. "Nevermind. I see him." Tsking softly as though the poor woman were somehow not only at fault, but lacking in basic mental faculty and not up to the task set by her job. And without so much as a how do you do, Emma makes her way to join Erik, slipping in across from him, murmuring, "You're looking well, Erik, I do hope that debacle at the door didn't keep you waiting too long."

Magneto has posed:
     Once Emma is in his view, Magneto stands. "Emma, my dear, you look lovely. I just placed my order." The master of Magnetism sat back down, the supple leather creaking in protest. "It's been too long. What is new in your area of the world?" He asks, the waiter coming back and handing over the glass of scotch.

  "Madame, would you care for a drink?" The waiter asked, being as attentive as he could be.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma's glance falls upon the waiter, leaving her reply for a fraction of a moment longer than someone else might have left the poor man dangling. "I'll have what he's having, thank-you. And do try to be quick, about it, my throat is parched."

Only when he's left to do their bidding does Emma turn back to Erik with a sigh as she undoes a scarf from around her neck, letting it drape gracelessly across the back of her chair. "Oh, haven't you heard the news? I've taken up teaching at Xavier's. And what's with the standing as I entered the room, Erik? Come, let me say hello properly."

Before he can sit down, she gestures him closer, and places a cool peck of lips upon his cheek, reaching up to brush non-existant lipstick marks from there. "Better, I suppose. Now, where is that drink. All this boring claptrack of formality has put me on edge. You'd think we were at a shareholders meeting."

One might get the impression that Emma is a bit of a whirlwind spitfire at those, too. Well, a chill and icy spitfire.

Magneto has posed:
Soon after the peck on the cheek, the waiter comes with the second glass of Dalmore 50 year.

  "You, teaching at Xavier's...this visit just gets more interesting by the moment. I learned I was a Grandfather. And to one of your students, apparently." A sip of the drama of 50 year old scotch, savoring the flavor. He smiled though, looking to Emma. "Tell me, what has Charles and his cohorts made of our school anyway?"

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma fair lounges in her seat, the pantsuit allowing her the luxury of kicking back, so to speak, the woman a faiir bit more relaxed looking than any might think possible for her. It's also some measure of the exclusivity and privacy of the club that she does so, Emma turned in her seat that her back is tucked up against the corner of arm and chair, her legs folded and hung over the edge of the other arm once the waiter has delivered her drink.

Drink in hand, Emma lifts it, and a brow, at words of Magneto's learning he's a grandfather. "Oh my, and you're saying I've gone and been interesting in the interim since we last had opportunity to do this? A grandfather, and to one of my students, you say?"

She, too, sips, then rests the tumbler of sctoch against a thigh. "Hardly my students in the strictest of senses. Ostensibly I'm there for business administration. Though I've made it clear I'm open to teaching on more.. focused topics." One might presume she means with regards to mutants and their powers. "Though do spill. How is it one of yours has get old enough to attend Xavier's? I hadn't thought either Lorna or the twins old enough, or that any of them had spat out any known progeny. Someone else from your past come to haunt?"

Magneto has posed:
     "But of course, one of my most dearest colleagues and friends ends up teaching at Xavier's. No matter what ended up with your lovely school in Metropolis." Magneto gives a nod, the way he sits just seems like he carries himself higher than most others. He sure fits in here at the Hellfire Club. "It is much too strange to explain. Suffice it to say, he is Wanda's and bears a significant resemblance to myself. Seems the hair is more than just a distinguished look for a King." Another draw from his own tumbler. "Emma, they would be wasting an amazing talent if they refused that specific offer." He says, not just trying to blow smoke, he knew full well Emma's great power, and for the future of Mutants, she would only bolster the future generations if she herself taught others like her.

  "I believe he said his adopted surname was Shepard, Tommy Shepard."

Emma Frost has posed:
"In anyone else, that flattery would be synchophantic, Erik," Emma murmurs with mild amusement, but truly it's the rest of what he says that has her attention. "Tommy Shepherd, you say? Oh, my. Now if that isn't just delightful."

"And Wanda's? I do suppose that explains much. About him, that is. We've had words, he and I, though I suppose with you as his grandfather, he won't be needing my offer of scholarship. However, he's already under my watch at Xavier's. It seems he's gone and befriended my protege."

Another sip of scotch goes down smoothly. "Really, I should be more concerned knowing his parentage, but somehow it all seems just delightfully fitting."

The rest only earns a shrug. "Oh, they won't turn me down. They'll prevaricate some, and then they'll grudgingly accept. Make it seem like I've been done the favour, not the other way around, when we all know what they most need there are the best and most apt teachers for matters concerning the students' powers. They'd be fools to turn me down and relegate me to strictly business applications. And for all her possible faults, Jean Grey is no fool. Charles, though, has been conspicuously absent these past weeks. I imagine he'll make an appearance when he deems it best."

Magneto has posed:
     Magneto gives a chuckle as Emma mentions sycophantry. But the mention of a protege is enough to garner his attention. "The White Queen, with protege? Now that is a revelation."

  Erik raises his glass to Emma. "Jean Grey saving face for the school! I wish I could have seen her face when she had to swallow that pill!" He is so genuinely delighted at the thought. "But now that I know you know of the lad, do an old friend a favor: let him know he isn't alone. Wanda scolded him after calling his adopted parents 'flatscans'. As much as it pained me, I couldn't let him know he wasn't the only one that held that opinion."

Emma Frost has posed:
There's a negligent shrug from Emma, her glass lifted and the amber liquid within considered. "It was an idea whose time had come. He's really quite a specimin. I daresay you'd like him. However, you don't get much more than that for free."

Her smile is both amused and chill as she looks over. "Well, I don't know that she'd consider it saving face for the school. I swallowed all manner of pride that day I'll have you know." Which might speak volumes for her protege.. or that perhaps Emma has plans within plans that this is merely the stepping stone for. There's something of a small nod. "Ah, yes. Tommy. I suppose it would warm the cockles of your old heart to know I have taken something of a liking to the boy. He has potential. Much explained by knowing who his mother is, though she is something of a.. well, I wouldn't say disappointment, but misguided? Delusional?"

A brow lift at that.

"I suppose she'll learn soon enough that it doesn't matter how kind and good she is, she's tarred and feathered with the same brush as the rest of us, and no small matter of fear lies within the hearts of men that we're exactly what they thinnk we are: superior. Which isn't to say I carry any current plans to enslave humanity, but I most certainly am not going to pretend I'm lesser any more than I'd care to carry on a conversation with a moron."

Magneto has posed:
     Magneto raises an eyebrow. "She reminds me of her mother...which is both a good thing, and a hinderance. But suffice it to say I pray for anyone who crosses her."

  "I sadly will not hold my breath, humanity will always show the ugliness behind it. They refuse to learn from their mistakes." Magneto muses into his tumbler, a small sigh after.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma quirks a brow, allowing that she's interested. "I can't argue your point, but I fail to see where you're going with this conversation. Other than the obvious, that humanity lacks the foresight to change its ways. They're a reactive bunch at best."

She sips from her tumbler, and savours the 50 year old scotch before murmuring, "Like her mother? I confess, I can't picture you with someone like that. You seem too enamoured with the idea of challenge. I picture you being bored long before the satisfaction of sex wore off, let alone actually caring for someone as innocent as that. Though I'm curious, you, praying for someone who crosses your darling daughter's path? Since when has she engendered such high praise and potential for fear within you?"

Magneto has posed:
     Erik takes another sip of the supremely expensive scotch. "There was a time...much before you were born, that I had pursued a much more peaceful life. That opportunity was taken away from me. But I still loved her, Magda, that is, she feared me, and fled...the rest is history." Magneto still has a place in his heart of his late wife. "I named a district in Genosha for her. An area she would have loved."

  Magneto composes himself for the next answer. "Because, Emma. She is much more powerful than even I had thought." His voice sounds grave, almost foreboding.

Emma Frost has posed:
"Somehow hearing you say you loved someone makes me wonder what sort of lies you're telling, or exactly what bridge you're going to attempt to tell me next. We've never been those people to one another, though, have we Erik?" She peers over her glass at him. "I've always liked that about you, that we understand one another."

She is given to pause at the rest of his commentary, though. Especially given the tone - Magneto isn't one to make light of such things, and that he's been given that much pause by his daughter's abilities causes her to consider him for long moments.

"Oh?" she asks carefully. "And what brought that observation about?"

Magneto has posed:
     Magneto shakes himself out of his stupor. "Forgive me, all this...familial y'all bringing up feelings I had set aside so many years ago."

  Erik again looks to Emma. "A conversation I had with Wanda. Suffice it to say, the revelation of my grandchildren were merely the tip of the iceberg. One that if not controlled when the time is right would ruin my plans for the future." He raises his glass to the waiter. "Bring the bottle." He bids, almost there, $50,000 was ordered up in liquid form. The waiter does as he is asked, refilling Magneto's glass with a healthy pour, and offered to Emma as well. Should she accept, he would fill and leave the bottle as swiftly as he came. "Tell me Emma, what are your plans for the future." He asks, a wry smile appearing on his face.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma holds out her glass for a topup, no shock given to the order of the bottle. It isn't on her tab, for one, and were it, she's well able to afford it.

"So she's convinced you she's powerful, then?" Emma gives a thoughtful nod. "Interesting. Though I do note you skirting around specifics. As to the future, now, that all depends on where this conversation is going, my dear friend."

Her glass, newly topped, is lifted in salute to him.

"Shall we begin with I have no intentions of bowing down to non-mutants for the rest of my life. But nor do I foresee overthrowing them in any sort of violent manner. Why?"

Magneto has posed:
     "Sorry my dear, I have no intention of divulging that information until the time is right. And it's much too early currently." The Master Of Magnetism salutes in return. "Because, as opposed to popular belief, thanks to an interview with one April O'Neil, I plan on Genosha being the prime mutant superpower in this world. And allies such as yourself would be essential in assuring such an outcome. Not that I had believed you were anything but."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma's lips quiver over a pout. "I do believe I'm insulted, Erik, dear. How many years have we been friends and co-conspirators? You make it sound like I can't be trusted. And here I thought you were about to pitch a suggestion that we work together."

She smiles a cold, cruel thing, "It isn't like you didn't just ask a favour of me. It would be a shame if your grandson were to regard the world through eyes more similar to his mother's, now, wouldn't it?"

Magneto has posed:
     "Thing is, Emma. This information leads to some very large implications in just how powerful my darling daughter is." Erik sighs a little. "I don't even grasp it myself, I'm ashamed to admit. But she apparently had created young Tommy and his twin. Not birthed, not the natural way. Then, by some force of will, sent them back in time in this plane of existence. Which is why the lad is nineteen, but the incident occurred mere years ago." The large bit of exposition by Magneto shows the trust they have with one another, White King to White Queen.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma sits there quietly for a few moments, several liesurely sips of her scotch being taken before the woman slides her legs from the arm of the chair, and she sits upright, fully facing her 'date' now. "If I understand this correctly, you plan on creating a situation where your daughter will be, if not implicit in your plans, at least not cogniazant of them or her help in them until it's too late."

A brow lifts while she waits for his confirmation or denial.

"And if that's so, it would seem to me that the last thing you would wish, my dear, dear Erik, is for that boy of hers to sympathie with her point of view. And a twin, you say? Created?"

Emma nods, looking that thoughtful way again. "Too many of our goals run parallel for us to quibble about endgame details for the moment. If that daughter of yours is all you say, you need allys. And yes, I'm aware you could full well be attempting to manipulate myself at this moment, but we're both aware I could suss that out in less than a heartbeat and leave you begging for mercy before that second pump were finished. So that we understand one another."

Magneto has posed:
     Magneto gives a nod to Emma. "She would need to never know that I orchestrated this entire plot. She must believe that humanity made the first move, that and that alone would implicate them so much that she would have no choice but to act in our favor. Believe you me, if she thinks for one second the truth, she could and probably will, do irreparable damage to not only myself and you, but to mutantkind as a whole."

  He leans back into the high back chair, the leather creaking as he does so. "I have never lied to you. Only kept certain facts to myself before. But rest assured, if that would happen, neither you nor I would need worry about who is doing what to whom. We would be erased from existence."

Emma Frost has posed:
The bottle is very carefully uncapped, and Emma pours herself a measure that goes well beyond what the waiter so carefully meted out. In turn, she offers to pour Magneto much the same as herself, and then very carefully puts the cap back and sets the bottle down again.

When it's clear he has his glass, and she has his attention, Emma lifts her tumbler, not in tribute, but in acknowledgement.

"Then, my dear Erik, we must make certain that daughter of yours never finds out what we plan on doing. Salut."

The tumbler is raised to her lips, and a healthy swallow is taken - much more than such a fine year and blend deserves, but certainly in keeping with conspiracy.