5169/The False Messiah and the Sorceress
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| The False Messiah and the Sorceress | |
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| Date of Scene: | 14 August 2018 |
| Location: | Genosha |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Magneto, Magik
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- Magneto has posed:
Early evening in Hammer Bay was always beautiful. The Royal Palace was no exception, one of his servants had served a light tea, with pastries and jam. It was a nice after-dinner affair. The waves of the ocean could be heard crashing into the side of the cliff where the palace stood.
- Magik has posed:
Illyana Rasputin hasn't touched the tea or the pastries yet, allowing the ambiance that is the ocean's waves and the settling sun to relax her. She just had dinner with a man who is the opposite of all the people she sees almost daily throughout the mansion. Maybe that's because the Russian no longer has a soul or is, essentially, no longer human?
Either way, a leg crosses over another as the waves continue to capture her attention for the moment. It doesn't take much for her to snap back to reality when the servant returns to check on things. A look goes to the man across from her, releasing a breath of air and ruining the moment. "While I am honored that you would have me for dinner, there is more to this meeting than pleasantries, Mister Eisenhardt," Illyana begins.
"I think it is about time for me to show my hand, in fact."
- Magneto has posed:
King Magneto looks to the...perhaps former mutant, with some pause. "Indeed. Miss Rasputin, one doesn't usually ask for my attention without one." He says, sipping at the tea.
The King of Genosha was a man of many resources, just which one did Illyana want the attention of, was the question.
- Magik has posed:
"I imagine many people are vying for your attention now that you are a King," Illyana offers, finally lifting her tea cup and sipping the liquid. Placing the expensive-looking china back onto the table, her body turns until cold, blue eyes meet with the steel blue of Magneto's own eyes.
"Your female counterpart in the Hellfire Club is brewing something quite delicious in the background, did you know?" Illyana says, watching Max's reactions closely. Idly, a teaspoon lifts from the table with a manicured hand and starts stirring the contents of the cup.
- Magneto has posed:
Silver eyebrows raise slightly as Magneto simply responds. "White or Black? We all are brewing our own plans, so to speak."
Even Magneto was placing a whole campaign on immigration to Genosha for mutants, many of the inhabitants here were more than grateful for their newly crowned King. "So, it does not surprise me one but to hear either one is planning something."
- Magik has posed:
The stirring stops and the teaspoon cling against the cup before it is placed against the cup's tray. "Your plans are nothing in comparison," Illyana replies quickly. There is a confidence in her tone that is almost unmistakable. "There is a spell somewhere out there - a ritual even - that can harness the souls of man. You are a powerful man, I know. Even more so than the feeble memories of my past constantly reminds me..."
"But, can you battle against the mystic unknown with millions of souls at risk... and win?" she asks. "I can."
- Magneto has posed:
The answer from Magik only has Magnus taking a drink from the teacup and shaking his head. "Oh, dear Selene. What fresh hell are you trying to conjure?" he comments.
The elder man looks to Magik, intrigued. "So, your plan then?"
- Magik has posed:
"Appoint me your White Knight in the Hellfire Club," Illyana says simply. "This will give me the opportunity to protect your royal court, while I figure out just what Selene is up to."
"Or, we could potentially see as many people as Genoshian's population reduced to nothing because of a seventeen thousand year old sorceress."