5334/Doomed Intrigue

Doomed Intrigue
Date of Scene:	09 September 2018
Location:	Hellfire Club
Synopsis:	Discussions in the Hellfire Club are interesting when Doctor Doom and the White Knight are involved.
Cast of Characters:	Magik, Doctor Doom

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Magik has posed:
Hellfire Club.
Manhattan, New York.
11:45 PM.

    The Hellfire Club on the weekend sees its fair share of members throughout the day, especially at night. Most especially, Sundays are typically the busiest. It is no secret that the organization is known for its hedonistic acts at night. Why else would the wealthy want a membership with dues higher than the rents of most residences in the area.

    Men and women scurry about the common areas, escorting members and their guests around, tending bar, and waiting on members in nothing but lingerie and a smile. The club is not winding down at this hour. No, the night is just beginning.

    Exiting from her living quarters, two pawns meet Illyana Rasputin outside of her door to give her information. Shooing one of the pawns away on a mission, the other pawn follows the Inner Circle's White Knight into a fairly empty room. As the Russian makes her way to a chair near a fireplace, the pawn makes a beeline to the bar and places an order.

    Wearing a white pant suit, Illyana sits in the chair and crosses her legs, blue eyes focusing on the fire's intensity. Her clean blonde hair falls evenly to the sides of her face. A diamond necklace adorns her neck and the same jewel appears on her manicured hands. While white typically isn't her color of choice, she plays the part in the Hellfire Club's clothing requirements for her position.

Doctor Doom has posed:
     It had been some time since Doom had atteneded a Hellfire Club event. Or a meeting, for that matter. But, things change. So, it was time for Doom to return back to the natural light. Sans armor, Victor Von Doom appears in a black tuxedo in the main room of the Hellfire Club, a glass of sangrial wine in his hand as he looks around.

     Before...a certain woman seems to catch his eye. Wearing a white pant suit and staring at the intensity of the fire. Thus, does the King of Latveria walk over to say hello and see...who the White Knight happens to be.

     "Greetings." He leans lightly against the outer edge of the fireplace, but the side closer to Illyana. "Are you enjoying your evening thus far?" Perhaps Illyana was knowledgeable, perhaps not. But Victor nonetheless puts on his immense charm to see what Illyana may have in store.

Magik has posed:
    The dancing fire has her attention, and she appears hesitant to look from it as a man's voice penetrates her focus. Looking up to him as he continues to speak, Illyana's interest peaks when she sees the monarch to Latveria standing nearby. "Victor von Doom," the Knight says, motioning for the chair across from her. "Please, join me. It would be an honor."

    She lied, but he did not need to know that.

    The pawn from the bar arrives in that moment, delivering a rocks glass filled halfway with brown liquor - whiskey, Illyana's favorite indulgence. The Russian woman takes the offered glass and takes a healthy sip of the whiskey, placing the glass on the table next to her.

    "Would you care for something else?" Illyana asks.

Doctor Doom has posed:
     Illyana probably considers herself a master at throwing bullshittery at people in the form of flattery, Though Victor simply chuckles softly. Sitting down next to her. He knew she was lying. He's been dealing with politics for so long that he basically sees straight through Illyana's lie. But he has manners enough to not comment on it immediately at least.

     "hm, thank you for the offer, but I am quite alright with my lovely glass of sangria." he smiles. "So then...what will you tell me of yourself, White Knight?" Doom asks her curiously. before he leans forward. He could //sense// the magic off of her.

"Who is Illyana Rasputina?" he asks curiously with a smile about his face.

Magik has posed:
    "Who am I?" Illyana repeats, tilting her head to the side just enough to illustrate that she finds the question curious. A motion of her hand informs the Pawn standing in front of them to leave, and the woman follows the order quickly back to the bar. She will wait there just in case she was needed. "Why, I'm afraid I can't tell you more than what you probably already know. You are a bright man after all. The leader of his own country and resources. Tell me, does that answer satisfy you, Mr. Doom?"

Doctor Doom has posed:
     Victor Von Doom keeps an eye on Illyana as he gives a bit of a nod then to her as she repeats his question. Though takes notice as she dismisses a pawn from their presence. "hmm...only partially. I can tell even at a glance, should I know absolutely nothing, that you are far more than meets the eye..." and in her mind he would speak. <,and a fellow practicioner of the dark arts.>> Which he used magic to telepathically communicate with her. "So now, I can't help but wonder...what else fits in such a puzzle."

Magik has posed:
    As Doom speaks, Illyana picks up the rocks glass and takes another sip of whiskey, swirling the liquid as her cold eyes remain focused on the mystic before her. When he tries to communicate with her telepathically, he will find the mental signal interrupted with static and white noise. Unbeknownst to her as to why, she is immune to telepathy.

    The strongest telepathic mind on the planet cannot even breach her mind. It is a comforting feeling, the bouncing of psychic energy off her barriers, but also a curious one considering a card is shown from his hand.

    "Am I perceived as a puzzle?" Illyana asks, taking another sip before placing the glass back where she got it. "Well, let me be the first to inform you that I am much more than a child's game. Shall we play one for adults?"

Doctor Doom has posed:
     Doom seems to sip his drink very softly. Doom does give a small smile then. Magic can enhance even the simplest of powers. Of course, he's not so much reading her mind as he is simply speaking with her telepathically. Breaching her mind to see her thoughts or mentally control her is a whole 'nother ball game. But alas...

     A small chuckle then. Doom has a whole card deck where most people just have a single hand. Too many tricks up Doom's sleeve to have a simple telepathic trick be conceived as an ace lost in the game. He's too smart for that.

     "Only by yours truly." her retort makes him smile. "Good. I would have to call out your inadequacy if you submitted yourself as a child's game." he seems to look itnerested in whatever game for adults that she was implying. "By all means, we shall."

Magik has posed:
    "Then, tell me. How are you shaping the world?" Illyana allowed the question to linger in the air for a few moments, observing von Doom closely from her seat across from him. "Not just your land, but the world. A world that will change in a hundred years, and again in another hundred."

Doctor Doom has posed:
Victor looks Illyana in the eye as he seems to hum a moment. "Well, it is simple. I do what I can. Take my country Latveria for example: It's a paradise. There's no crime. Full bellies and only blue skies. The people are happy and it is one of the most technologically advanced nations on the planet. With that said...I wish to do the exact same to the world. Not run to other dimensions or ask beings of colossol power for help. But do it with these two hands. Though admittedly, I have come into battle with a great many 'heroes' but they are yet blind to what could affect the world. So then, to answer you, I am shaping the world through deeds and discovery...through my attempts to rule it." He states then with a smile. Because he is Doom. Destroyer of Worlds. What could possibly stand before him?

Magik has posed:
    Illyana stands before him. She collects her glass and allows a small fit of laughter to escape her breath, turning back to the dancing fire. "There is no such thing as a paradise," Illyana says, staring into the flame. "And you will rule land, at best. The entirety of this world cannot be tamed by a single being - not by a mortal at that." The glass reaches her lips and she swallows the rest of the contents. The thought of Doom ruling the world is an interesting one, which forms another thought and another.

Doctor Doom has posed:
     Doom seems to just chuckle a bit. "Of course you wouldn't think it possible...in reality, all you've known is coldness and darkness. So how could such a thing as the polar opposite even be conceivable?" Seems he knows at least //some// things about her. "Hmph, who said anything about being a mortal?" he grins. Seems he had plans afoot.

Magik has posed:
    "Don't pretend to know anything about me, Mr. Doom. You will be terribly disappointed," Illyana responds. His quip about her only experiencing cold and darkness is only half true. In fact, most of the experiences and memories encountered by 'Illyana Rasputin' are intricately tied to the host of the body. She remembers the seven years of living in Limbo, forming the Soul Sword, killing her friends in battle.

    They were quite glorious in the eyes of the Darkchilde, who finally turns her head to face Doom. An eyebrow rises at the discovery. "Your secrets are your own. It seems like you are not the only member of this realm to seek Godhood." Thoughts go to the member of the Inner Circle that is willing to sacrifice millions to obtain power. Motioning to the Pawn, she turns to the bartender and orders another glass of whiskey.

Doctor Doom has posed:
     "Doom never pretends." He says with authority in his tone. Though he knew of Illyana Rasputina, he knew little of the soulless creature that appears to have taken her place. The Darkchilde, he believes the books say. Regardless, when she tells him that he's not the only member to seek godhood, he scoffs. "I cannot seek what was already achieved. Only regain what was lost to me."

     "and what was achieved can be achieved again." His eyes fall upon Illyuana then, a sharpness to it...one that easily terrifies most who have a conversation with him.Well, either way, this Illyana seems an interesting one.

Magik has posed:
    The authority in Doom's tone falls on deaf ears, but the phrasing of his reply does not. The sheer arrogance to speak in third person is enough to cause blue eyes to roll in the direction of the woman with her second drink. Taking the glass in her approach, Illyana whispers something in her ear and the Pawn heads for the exit of the room.

    "You are an interesting man, Victor von Doom, and I look forward to a time where your Godhood and your rule of the world will become absolute." The glass in her hand rises as a form of a toast, and then she sips the brown liquor onto her palette. "Let us meet another time, outside of the club, for another discussion. As they say, these walls have eyes."

Doctor Doom has posed:
     Well, either way, he looks to Illyana and he appears to lifth is glass to her in return, sipping it down before Doom accepts her invitation with a nod. "Very well. I wish you well, White Knight." Doom tells Illyana before he simply turns heel and makes way to refill his glass of Sangria.

     After all...she and he had both important business to attend to.