Rose of destruction

[Jezebel]

The Sanctuary Block - Rose's House

:: Rae was just spreading the butter over her waffles, preparing to drown it in a sea of delicious maple syrup when she could hear Sharon's voice elevate on the phone in the other room. She was obviously irritated. In her mind's eye, she saw the flickering flames of hell and the fat man who had danced in them from the hospital before. He was BACK. ::

"Oh Goddammit! I was just about to EAT!"

:: She sat her knife down, smirking for a moment. ::

"Well...at least BACON pairs well with waffles."

:: Rae was already rising to her feet as Sharon entered the room, making a bee line towards the front door. ::

Sharon: "Danny, keep Rose out of sight! Alycia is on her way. I'll stall him as long as I can."

[knowingly]

"Oh, honey..come hell or high water...he ain't gettin' in this house."

:: Immediately she followed Sharon ready to back her in whatever way she needed. ::

He brought up his large hands and banged on the door..And banged..And banged.

I KNOW YOU ARE IN THERE! OPEN UP OR I COME BACK WITH...

...BETTER COPS THAN THIS ONE.

He fidgeted with the papers in his folder and he had a pep in his step.

:: She watched as Sharon took a moment before opening the door. The night before the two women had shared a RARE and beautiful moment, where Rae had tried to give Sharon the gift of knowing that there was more to her than being the strongest and toughest woman in the world, that she was still a human..and right now, that would be tested. She couldn't just kill Dennis outright, it would create more mess than good. For as powerful as they all were, sometimes even THEY needed to operate within the confines of the mortal coil. She would give Sharon whatever backup she needed. ::

[ The mutate thought with a SCOWL as she placed her hand on the door handle, and began to pull. She may not be a senator anymore. But she still remembered the details of her life, and she still had some tricks she could use to STALL Nedry.]

[ Now, pulling the doors open, Nedry gets an eyefull of the powerful and intimidating mutate, as she glares at him with her silver eyes]

What do you WANT, Nedry?

[ She says with that cold voice of hers. He tries to push past her. How amusing. As if he could EVER overpower HER.]

Oh NO, sir. You're not going ANY futher until you show me your signed COURT ORDER. If you don't have one? Then you'll REMAIN outside until you do. If you can't get one...because there IS NO EMERGENCY HERE...then you need to LEAVE.

:: Rae's bright brown eyes sparkled for a moment. ::

"Like I said...nobody is getting in here...or ANYWHERE on the block."

"And you might not wanna stay out in the sun for long, darlin'..I just made waffles and you're startin' to smell like uncured BACON!"

:: From the sleeve of her peasant top, a small bottle appeared in her hand. A special batch of holy water that she had blessed awhile back. She kept several on them on her person for occassions just like this. ::

<< FLASH! >>

Last Night - The Sanctuary Block

<< As Rae plays her guitar and sings a blessing to the children who lost their lives in the bus accident, we see a different view, her voice singing into the air now seems to have an energetic quality that is carrying through the wind. >>

<< This spectral and sparkling energy blows around the sanctuary, touching every door and window in the area, swirling around in a beautiful pattern all over the area. When she was sanging, she had thought of testimony, and the power of delivering your message to others. She had not only been singing, she had been performing a blesssing. >>

<< A strong blessing of protection and SANCTUARY for Rose and the children that she protected. The place had been attacked twice in forty eight hours, and while Rose had entrusted Clandestine to keep the place intact, there were cracks. Somehow, Haleigh Davidoff had gotten in and TAKEN one of them. Rae felt in her spirit that she was called to help. Rae's blessings were world class and AS POWERFUL as the greatest spells, often harder to break because the power she channeled was often regarded as NEW or not as potent. The words may have been different, but the act of it was the same - ceremony, setting an intention and bringing that intention into FRUITION. >>

<< As Rae finishes singing, this heavenly, sparkling energy dissipates into the air, settles into the foundation of the Sanctuary and binds itself there, her words, her power, now connected to the very city block itself. >>

<< FLASH! >>

:: She just needed one thing to bond it in place. With the tall and statuesque Sharon in front of her, she was somewhat blocked from Nedry, as she dropped a few drops into her hand and rubbed her fingers in the holy water, before placing her hand above the right corner of the doorway, gently brushing Sharon's shoulder for a moment with her hand, where she had placed a small CROSS charm to the top of the door sometime before. As she contacted the cross, a translucent charge of energy appeared up and down the door frame for a split second as a gust of wind occured around Sharon and Dennis. ::

"Amen."

:: Rae had blessed the sanctuary. Her blessing was an old one...one the mystics used to keep vampires out back in the day, and it worked in just the same way. The Sanctuary would now KNOW instinctively...BASED on Rose's feelings who was a friend to the area and who was a FOE. Anybody who fell on the side of FOE would find themselves UNABLE to enter ANY building on the city block, less they be SMITED with a HEAVENLY blast of DIVINE LIGHTNING! The only way they they could be "added to the list" would be by ROSE herself. Danny may have fortified the block, there may have been new TECH on the way..but Rose needed something REAL and IMMEDIATE..and this was the best thing she could think of to protect Rose and her children. ::

"Don't be shy now, Porky. If you got papers you better show them! NOW...in my old age, I find my patience drains faster than my phone battery!"

 

[Citadel]

Rose's Sanctuary - Rose's House

:: Danny had just taken his first delicious bite, waiting for Rose to answer his question when there was a barrage of knocks on the door. Rae seemed immediately on edge as did Rose and Sharon burst into the room and headed straight for the door, calling out instructions. ::

Sharon: "Danny, keep Rose out of sight! Alycia is on her way. I'll stall him as long as I can."

:: He nodded and rose from his seat, grabbing Rose by the hand as the two made their way into the living room, sitting down behind the couch as Sable made her way knowingly over to the two of them, sitting between them almost at attention. This was bad. Coming to the hospital was one thing, but showing up unnanounced at Rose's front door was another altogether. ::

:: He grabbed Rose's hand and squeezed it tightly. ::

"Rosie..let Sharon handle this. It's gonna be okay, I promise. You know that those two women in there aren't going to let anything happen.."

[gripping her hand tighter]

"And neither will I..we've been lettin' these assholes know what happens to people who enter our TURF, and we are gonna CONTINUE to do it until they get the message loud and clear."

:: For a moment, his mind went to Simon Pratt. This was exactly the kind of thing that he wanted to help fix in this city. It made Danny wonder how many other families had been ruined by the man at the front door, the ones who didn't have superpowered allies to stop the horrors that occurred in the city from happening. He didn't want to know the answer to that question. ::

:: He stroked Sable's head for a moment, both him and Rose listening to see how this would unfold. ::

 

[MorningStar]

The infirmary

It left me utterly exhausted, so much so that I was on the verge of crashing into a coma.

“Oh my god, Dominique!”

Delilah was shocked that it had gone so far. And that she had done it, anyway…

“Thank you…for all that you have done. When it came at such a cost to you…how are you feeling now?”

But now, actually I feel most refreshed and centered...if not a bit...embarrassed that I've slept for SO LONG.

Delilah waved that aside.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed. You slept because your body needed it.”

Delilah took Dominique’s offered hand.

I understand that you stayed here, and watched over ALL of us through the night. I thank you for your care and your vigilance. If there's anything you need from me, don't hesitate to ask.

“It was a small thing to do compared to what you did for me.”

Delilah smiled warmly at her.

Tell me, how are Alycia, Zach, and Bishop??

“All well. Bishop has been released. Alycia has actually gone off apparently to some problem at Rose’s Sanctuary. And Zach seems fine. Except that he’s apparently been spending time with that bitch Ashley. He must have hit his head.”

We must not rest on our laurels.

Delilah shook her head.

“No, we mustn’t. I spoke to Morgan yesterday – she has a plan. And the Six – without me – seem to have come to a plan B, which is to execute both of them.”

 

[Berserker]

The Hellfire Mansion – Red Knight’s Quarters

The house phone in his bedroom rang, and he picked it up.

>> “Sir, Miss Cassadine just asked for your location.”

He heard the door pushed open behind him and he put down the receiver and turned to see Persephone.

"So your free to kill the people *I* fuck? Leave their mutilated bodies on my nice clean sheets? But you're allowed to fuck whomever you want, including my supposed sister without consequence? Did I get that right? Am I missing anything?"

He winked at her.

“Did it turn you on though? Come on, you can admit it, I know it did.”

Her eyes stayed cold and staring, so he rolled his eyes.

“Come on, Seph – he was beneath you and you know it. He barely even fought back.”

He raised his index finger.

“And need I remind you that it was YOU who wanted me to keep fucking Haleigh.”

He crossed the room and sat on the sofa, resting his ankle on the opposite knee and looking at her, amused. She was angry, and that was good. Amusement bled into disgust though as he remembered the look on the douchebag’s face.

“You should have heard the way he talked about you, about his ‘conquest’. It was vulgar. No one speaks about a member of the Red Court like that. Especially not some low life nobody.”

"Oh honey...You're just a little boy.....starting a game.....you're NOT going to win."

He smiled – but his look was laced with poison.

“Haven’t you realized by now, I always come out on top.”

"But thank you for solidifying why I NEVER allow anyone in."

What an incredible load of bullshit. And he was going to tell her so, but then decided why bother. Instead he responded with just the right amount of derision.

“Well, I would have just hated for you to start feeling for the guy and then have to break at it off at great personal cost. So I made sure to remove the temptation.”

"You're all the same."

She marched out, but he called after her.

“If that were true, sweetheart, you wouldn’t care so much.”

 

[Black Widow]

The Hellfire Club -- The White Queen's Chambers

Malice: Give her to me. Can't you see that she's cold?

"Yes, well, she can't stay in my jacket forever."

Haleigh replied, handing the kitten over, watching her mother's reaction. THIS was a very good development, and Haleigh was glad to see the gift well received. When her mother spoke again, her tone was less cold than before.

Malice: The punishment you got, was the punishment you deserved.

"If you say so."

She 'agreed' with a shrug, because she didn't want to derail this progress.

Malice: You seemed to think that you could use your position, your bloodline to somehow tromp around here above everyone else, and TRY me. It does NOT work that way.

"So I've come to realize."

She admitted, as she continued to calmly watch Diana dote on the kitten.

Malice: Besides, it's not like you're record of accomplishment WARRANTS such bravado. You FAILED with Rose.

"I wasn't properly briefed on Rose, and our power sets are severely mismatched in HER favor. Perhaps you and I could have a little mother-daughter bonding exercise, wherein we CRUSH the little flower, and her stupid sidekick too."

She suggested, but Diana didn't seem too motivated about that idea.

Malice: And you FAILED with Bishop.

"I beg to differ."

Malice: You left him alive enough for Isis to SAVE. All you did ...was drive him and Delilah BACK into each other's ARMS.

So she WOULD need to strike again, but that wouldn't be difficult.

"Then I've succeeded."

She replied simply, without a smile.

Malice: I did not deliver my attack on Delilah in order for her to turn around and find HOPE.

"FALSE hope is much worse than none at all. I left him alive, yes, and Delilah is quite predictable. She never stopped loving him, there was just a bunch of bullshit that got in the way. But near death experiences tend to make people realize bullshit for what it is. So now they think they'll get their happily ever after, because there's no fucking way he's told HER that I let him stab ME before I stabbed him."

There was a dark, lecherous gleam in her eyes.

"It's a slow burning fuse. For the biggest explosion we must time it perfectly."

Malice: Go Now. Finish your work.

"As you wish, My Queen."

Haleigh replied, dipping her head ever so slightly, and pivoting for the exit. It was a short walk back to her suite, just enough time to decide what she wanted for breakfast.

 

[Berserker]

The Hellfire Mansion – Red Knight’s Quarters

When he was sure that Persephone had gone back to her quarters, he let the mask fall, standing up from the sofa, seething. Oh she wanted to play, did she? Well games were his specialty.

Marching in here, trying to throw HALEIGH into his face? When she had straight out TOLD him to keep fucking her? Of course, that was before she cast him aside for some ridiculous reason. And then she comes back here, and FUCKS some guy that doesn’t even appreciate it? He gave that guy EXACTLY what he deserved. And she would REALIZE that if her head wasn’t stuck so far up into her ass!

It’s not like he had STOPPED her. He didn’t punish HER.

He put a hand under the edge of the coffee table and flipped it.

This wasn’t HIS fault!

And he knew whose fault it WAS. If SHE wasn’t so stubborn, they wouldn’t be making Persephone a target to get at her. Seph wouldn’t have to worry that they would use HIM against her. And they would be having incredible sex in douchebag Angelo’s blood right now.

He stormed out of his room, not bothering to close the door behind him. Coming to the White Wing, and the White Princess’ Room, he knocked loudly on the door. When she answered he shoved her hard into the room and entered, kicking the door closed behind him.

“Hit me!”

He strode towards her, unbuttoning his shirt.

“Come on, Haleigh. Make me earn it.”

He slipped the shirt off, and grabbed her arms, rage rippling off of him, hatred mixed with lust in his eyes.

“I’m going to kick your ass all around this mansion, and after that I’m going to fuck you so hard, MALICE’ll have an orgasm.”

 

[Black Widow]

The Hellfire Club -- The White Princess's Suite

She had just finished ordering food from room service when someone started pounding on her door. She tossed an x-ray glance in that direction.

Alek? Interesting.

She thought to herself, pulling off her jacket and tossing it on the couch for now, as she went to the door. She opened it, and was about to give him a casual greeting when he shoved her forcefully back, and then kicked the door shut. Her eyes narrowed.

Alek: Hit me!

"Good fuckin morning to you TOO."

Alek: Come on, Haleigh. Make me earn it.

He said, taking off his shirt. He smelled of blood and aggression, it was a bit exciting. She wondered what had him so amped. As he grabbed her arms forcefully, she looked up at him with anticipation. He was really quite angry, full of animosity, but tinged with a feral lust too. This fight was going to be better than any before it.

Alek: I’m going to kick your ass all around this mansion, and after that I’m going to fuck you so hard, MALICE’ll have an orgasm.

So it WAS a test, and we didn't pass....

She thought. She licked her lips and gave him a doubtful look.

"Promises, promises...."

She taunted, and brought her knee sharply up into his abdomen. As he pitched forward she tucked her chin and LAUNCHED a headbutt into his mouth.

 

[Berserker]

The Hellfire Mansion – White Princess’ Quarters

Haleigh kneed him in the stomach, and the familiar sensation of pain focused him. Her skull then made contact with his face, but as she pulled her head away he backhanded her.

He wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled at her with red teeth.

“Yeah, baby, you know just how I like it.”

Grabbing her right arm with his left, he rolled his body into her, draping his right arm over her shoulder as he turned. Clutching her arm across his stomach, she was now virtually “spooning” him. His right hand was still on her back, and he bent down, pressing his ass into her then flipping her over his back with a hip throw and slamming her onto the floor, landing on top of her.

He rolled over so they were face to face, and pulled his arm back. He let his fist fly, gladly willing to pound her head through the floor.

“Come on, Haleigh. Hurt me. The way only you can.”

 

[Black Widow]

The Hellfire Club -- The White Princess's Suite

He backhanded her leaving a long red mark across her cheek, and then smiled at her, a mouth full of blood.

Alek: Yeah, baby, you know just how I like it.

She grinned back wickedly, and it was the first time she'd smiled since Zach's untimely demise. Nothing like a little violence to cheer her back up.

"I could say the same for you."

He spun into her and promptly flipped them both onto the floor. the air left her lungs abruptly as all his weight landed on top of her. She sucked in air noisily and he had the opportunity to roll over and raise his fist. She reached up and caught his punch in her hand as it came down at her, slowing it to a stop and diverting it a little to the outside.

Alek: Come on, Haleigh. Hurt me. The way only you can.

She squeezed his knuckles, digging her nails into the back of his hand.

"Let's see.... hmm.. another arm bar?"

She asked, glancing at his captured hand. She blocked an incoming punch from his other hand, then shook her head.

"Nah, too easy."

She said, wrapping her legs around his waist and locking him in place, before pulling herself up towards him in a burst of speed, throwing her arm around behind the nape of his neck, and capturing him in a head lock. She arched backwards, slamming his forehead into the ground, planting her shoulders back onto the floor as she released his fist and committed to the guillotine choke. Her wrist crushed against his windpipe as she pulled.

"Passion..."

She scoffed.

"Why even bother with that, when THIS is where the magic is for us?"

 

[Berserker]

The Hellfire Club - The White Princess' Chambers

She deflected his punch, grabbing his fist and squeezing, piercing his hand with her nails. He threw a punch with his other hand, but she blocked it.

She wrapped her legs around him and he raised an eyebrow.

“Ready to give in so soon?”

Almost as soon as he got the words out, she had her arm around his neck slamming his forehead into the ground. He grunted in pain.

“I thought you’d want to keep the face pretty, baby…”

But then she started crushing his windpipe and he couldn’t say anything at all.

He reached his right arm around her and pulled her closer – also making sure she could feel how much he was enjoying this. He pushed himself up onto his toes while rolling her backwards onto her back, driving his shoulder hard into her neck. He snapped his legs together while pushing her knee towards the floor, then fell backward onto his side. He grabbed her leg hard and threw it off of him, finally freeing his legs and moving them around so that he was perpendicular to her, still in her headlock. He used his legs to pick her up off the ground and slam the shoulder of the arm that held him into the ground repeatedly. When she finally released him he stood, trying to regain his breath.

"Passion...Why even bother with that, when THIS is where the magic is for us?"

“Passion is overrated.”

He picked up Haleigh’s round coffee table and wielded it like a shield, slamming the edge into her neck and then bringing it across his body breaking it on her’s.

 

[Mystique]

Mystique sat on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed at the knee, as she ran her manicured nail down his thigh. This was not smart. And of course, she needed to clean up the mess.

"So sad."

The servants worked around Mystique, picking up pieces of Angelo's mutilated body that weren't attached to his main torso and began to take them down to the catacombs.

"So cute."

Mystique said with a sigh. He was hot. It was unfortunate.

"Daddy won't be happy...."

Flipping out a standard pocket knife, Mystique began to cut a rather large chunk of skin from his quad, the noise of metal slicing through flesh causing a few servants to grimace.

"Too bad daddy won't know any better."

She ripped the chunk of flesh and muscle off his leg, flipping the pocket knife back into it's sheath with one swift motion.

"You. Take Angelo's car and park it under the Brooklyn Bridge. Set it on fire."

Shoving the skin into the servants hand.

"Throw this in it. Call me when it's done."

The servant nodded quickly as he left, passing Persephone as she reentered her chambers.

Mystique smiled.

"Seems like you have quite the predicament on your hands. Big Bear is usually never this sloppy."

Persephone: "Here to clean up his mess?"

"Here to cover his ASS."

Mystique stated as she slid off the edge of the bed.

"ADA Eduardo Muniz just acquitted a mafia enforcer of murder charges yesterday. Seem's the rival family is VERY pissed off....poor Angelo got into his car and...."

Mystique flexed her fingers out in an animated gesture.

"Boom."

The last few servants passed with the main portion of Angelo's body and the blood stained sheets.

Persephone: "Clever. Although i'd rather him PAY for being a PRICK."

"Oh he'll pay. In other ways of course. BUT....we mustn't allow our brooding Red Knight to shine a negative spotlight on our court. He killed a very high profile member's son....that's a no no even for us."

Mystique circled Persephone, shutting the door behind them.

"But Mr. Muniz will be none the wiser. Helena will be happy. And you....well....YOU can stay safe from Helena's wrath. Because we both know she would of blamed you for Alek's mistake."

Mystique ran her hand along Persephone's shoulders, circling back around to face the Red Rook. There was a glint in Mystique's eyes--a lust.

"I like you. But it seems you keep getting kicked while you're down because of your [she hissed] sister....and her play thing [Alek]. She always puts herself first....never thinks of you....i've seen it. WATCHED it."

With hooded eyes, Mystique ran her hand along Persephone's chin.

"As for Alek....he's there right now. Fighting her--goading her. Trying to fuck her."

Mystique could see the darkness fill Persephone's eyes. She smiled.

"He may be our Knight....but that doesn't mean he's not an asshole."

Persephone: "And why do you care?"

Mystique let out a small laugh.

"Who said I did?"

Winking, she moved past Persephone to the wet bar.

"Drink?"

 

[Black Widow]

The Hellfire Club -- The White Princess's Suite

Alek: I thought you’d want to keep the face pretty, baby…

"Yeah, pretty bloody."

She replied, as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in. She smirked as he pressed against her. He wriggled them sideways, then used brute strength to break her leg lock and buying himself some room to move around. It was more than a little exciting that he was strong enough to MAKE her do something. He picked her up and slammed her down, and she released him quickly so he wouldn't slam her again.

Alek: Passion is overrated.

"Agreed."

She said, barely ducking the sharp edge of her coffee table. She got to her knees and brought her arm up to absorb the brunt of the flat edge of the coffee table as he slammed it against her and it broke into pieces. She threw him a low roundhouse kick from the ground, then pulled a splinter the size of a #2 pencil from her forearm. She got to her feet quickly, and dashed back out of his range of reach, then held her hands out at her sides.

"Let's up the ante."

She said, as a broad sword appeared in each of her hands. They were a little dusty, a little rusty from being on display in another room of the mansion for years. She tossed one to him.

"You're probably better with these things than I am...."

She supposed, and then chuckled.

"I won't cheat -- MUCH."

 

[Berserker]

The Hellfire Club - The White Princess's Suite

She kicked him, then scrambled away before changing the rules on him.

"Let's up the ante."

She tossed him a sword. He didn’t want to know WHERE she had gotten it from.

"Sorry, I left my armor back at the castle..."

"You're probably better with these things than I am...."

He smirked.

“I don’t know…it’s not the kind of sword I’m used to wielding.”

"I won't cheat -- MUCH."

“I’d be insulted if you didn’t.”

He circled her for a bit, before deciding on the brute force attack, slashing at her while trying to push her backwards to get her against the wall. Their swords met, and he tried to pin her with his hips.

"What's next, blow darts?"

 

[Persephone]

Persephone had little interaction with Mystique since arriving in the Hellfire Club. She was elusive yet always suddenly there when you needed her. In this situation, Mystique seemed to be cleaning up after Alek's mess which annoyed the hell out of Persephone.

"Here to clean up his mess?"

Mystique: "Here to cover his ASS."

What Alek had done was incredibly stupid in the sense that he killed a high profile club member's son. This could of turned out horribly for him AND her. But most likely HER considering Helena's fondness for Alek. Mystique was clever in the way she worked and how she would clean up the mess. It seemed Angelo was going to be the collateral damage of waring gangster. It took the heat of the Hellfire Club and put it elsewhere.

Mystique: "I like you. But it seems you keep getting kicked while you're down because of your [she hissed] sister....and her play thing [Alek]. She always puts herself first....never thinks of you....i've seen it. WATCHED it."

Persephone's eyebrow raised, curious as to WHY Mystique cared. Or why she seemed to have this underlining hatred for Haleigh.

Mystique: "As for Alek....he's there right now. Fighting her--goading her. Trying to fuck her. He may be our Knight....but that doesn't mean he's not an asshole."

Persephone's eyes darkened. She could feel the anger begin to boil inside her. He was so willing to go to the one person he knew she COULDN'T touch, and Haleigh was more than willing to accommodate.

"And why do you care?"

Mystique: "Who said I did?"

Persephone watched Mystique saunter over to the bar and picked up a bottle of vodka. She held it up with a smile.

Mystique: "Drink?"

Narrowing her eyes, she wasn't sure what to make of Mystique in that moment. The woman most obviously cared on some level about what was happening otherwise she wouldn't still be there. She would of left long before Persephone even came back into her chambers.

"Sure..."

Parting her lips with her tongue, Persephone moved behind Mystique as the woman began to pour the vodka into a crystal tumbler filled with ice.

"Why are you really here."

Her mouth to Mystique's ear as she boxed her into the wet bar. The redhead didn't waiver in her movements as she turned and offered Persephone the drink. Their faces close, bodies nearly touching. Mystique's hazel eyes locked with her own.

Mystique: "Do you really care?"

Persephone's steely eyes remained locked on Mystique's as she took the drink. The woman was there for some reason, it was obvious she had an agenda.

"I care about my livelihood."

She simply put, taking a sip of the chilled vodka before putting the glass back down on the wet bar.

Mystique: "So do I."

"Do you, now?"

She sneered, skepticism laced in her tone. Mystique's eyes 'smiled' as Persephone's remained even. This woman was almost as good a trickster as Emiko.

"It seems to me you're here to throw fuel on the fire. To cause an inferno that will ultimately burn ME in the end."

Mystique: "But what a way to go...."

Mystique purred with a grin. She felt the redhead's hands slide along her sides and around to her back. The tips of her fingers softly tracing the way up Persephone's spine.

Mystique: "I have my reasons as to why I find you useful to me.....The methodology of why I do the things I do won't be lost to you soon enough, Persephone. But until then....trust that I have no ill will towards you."

Persephone scoffed as Mystique smiled.

"Trust?"

Mystique's delicate touch moved back around to the sides of Persephone's breasts, tracing their way up to her collar bone. She felt her body immediately react but showed no outward indications of it.

"That's like asking me to go blindly into a PIT of VIPERS."

A low laugh escaped Mystique's lips as she moved her face only inches away from Persephone's. She felt Mystique's tongue swipe across her lip, LICKING her--teasing her.

Mystique: "Oh...I do more than BITE."

Their mouths met in a heated exchange, Persephone pushing her hips against Mystique causing the Bishop to back into the wet bar and rattle the glassware loudly. Persephone's hands moved to the back of Mystique's head pulling her deeper into their kiss; Mystique responding with her own hands around the back of Persephone's neck holding them together. The moment lasted a hot second until finally the two separated for air. Persephone's eye lids were lowered as they both tried to catch their breath.

Mystique: "Tastes good..."

Persephone lifted her eyes, a smirk spreading across her lips.

"Certainly does."

Mystique mirrored Persephone's smirk with one of her own.

She allowed just enough room for Mystique to slip out from their intimate space. Persephone turned her head and watched as the Red Bishop exited her chambers, shutting the door behind her. The game had already begun...Mystique obviously making a show of leaving her room instead of 'disappearing' like she normally did. Whatever agenda Mystique had, Persephone would find out. Until then....she would make use of her newfound friendship with the Red Bishop.

 

[Black Widow]

The Hellfire Club -- The White Princess's Suite

Alek: Sorry, I left my armor back at the castle...

"I'll get you some, if you really think you need it."

She said through a leering smile as she swung her blade with mild expertise through the air around her, watching the light glint on the steel a little after the dust was shaken off.

Alek: I don’t know…it’s not the kind of sword I’m used to wielding.

"Not even in your Viking days, Bearclaw?"

She asked with curiosity, as he circled her, saying he'd be insulted if she didn't cheat. He lunged and slashed, she parried and hacked. The old polished steel rang loudly and the vibrations traveled up her arm every time the blades struck together, but she was having a little fun, even as he advanced and forced her back against the wall.

Alek: What's next, blow darts?

Their swords crossed right in front of Haleigh's chest in a narrow X, and she grinned at him through the opening of the blades as he pressed his advantage, and her own blade made contact with her collar bone. It should have cut her, but she stopped both swords cold with her mind. He couldn't have moved his blade again, no matter how strong he was.

"No.... I was thinking maybe flame-throwers. Unless you're ready to sheathe that other sword of yours."

She looked down between them briefly, then back up, that suggestive smirk back once again.

"It kind of FEELS like you are."

 

[Berserker]

The Hellfire Club - The White Princess's Suite

He made a joke about forgetting his armor.

"I'll get you some, if you really think you need it."

“I didn’t think we were playing that way, sugar, but I’ll sheath my dagger if that makes you happy.”

He knew that wasn’t what she’d meant, but in the extremely unlikely event that she didn’t know he was DTF after their conversation last night, he thought he’d make it clear.

"Not even in your Viking days, Bearclaw?"

He winced as her blade found a bit of unprotected thigh.

“You know Vikings don’t exist anymore, right? Now it’s all sheep farms, spas and midnight sun.”

He licked his lips as he pressed her blade into her throat, waiting for the trickle of blood…but nothing happened. And he found he couldn’t move the sword.

He clucked his tongue.

“Now you ARE cheating.”

He asked her cheekily whether the next weapon of choice would be blow darts.

"No.... I was thinking maybe flame-throwers. Unless you're ready to sheathe that other sword of yours. It kind of FEELS like you are."

He gave her a melodramatic offended look.

“Only KIND of? You wearing Kevlar or something?”

He struggled with the sword, but still could not move it.

“Hmm…flame throwers are tempting...though I feel I’m obligated to tell you that my other sword definitely requires two hands. Think you can wield it?”

He let go of the actual sword and took a step backwards, then made a stomp kick to her knee.

“THAT’S for cheating.”

He smirked.

“Time to take your punishment.”

His grin was filled with lust and he moved forward to pin her against the wall again, thrusting against her with his hips as his mouth went to her neck. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her tee shirt up. He picked his head up, locking eyes with her as he pulled the shirt over her head. His mouth went hungrily for her breasts, his hands to the button of her jeans and when she put her hands on the top of his head and pushed him downward he tore them down in one motion to her ankles and off. His mouth found her juicy sweetness, his beard rough on her thighs.

 

[Dennis Nedry]

These skirts thought he was an amateur! It almost made him laugh to himself as they all tried to act as if they would need to explain court orders to HIM! Chocolate Snack tried to startle him while the blonde tried to play cool in the doorway. Too bad for them that his intel was matching up so far! He held it up in the face of the black one and took a gander at the rest of her as he began to step inside.

Read it and weep, sista gal! I not ONLY have a court order to inspect the premises, I plan to interview the children THIS MORNING so perhaps you could send silver star to fetch them and me a coffee while you explain why the security system is obviously not working. No intercom, no doorbell, a camera post seems to be missing out front, pulled up or something.....hmnnn....looking more and more like BABY SLUM! I thought YOU PEOPLE took better care of your own?

Sharon had not moved yet, and so he showed HER the court order as well.

Well toots? Let's get a move on! We are all wondering if you look better going than coming...

Dennis leans into Alycia, who find that standing THIS close to him might have been a mistake.

She's a bit...BEEFY to me. I prefer them leaner, much like yourself...perhaps we could talk ALONE while she fetches the kids....

 

[Rampage]

Dominique's Room - The Infirmary​

The greatest power is not always found in magicks,

:: taking Nicolas' hand::

Psionics,

:: Taking Richard's hand::

or even gifts as wonderous as yours.

The greatest power is found in FAMILY.

Wow...the words hit Nicolas like a hug, enveloping him in a feeling he had not had since Gustav was alive and Sahron had come to visit. Pool boy was an annoying shit at times and Nicolas was sure he was trying to push up on Aunt D, but he looked out for her and that was more than anyone else did. So Nicolas decided then and there that he would probably never kill him.

Meanwhile, across the bed....

Miss D hit me in the feelings with that shit right there. No way I let Set-boy see me cry, but he gets to live now because Miss D tied us together. I might still have to smack him a time or twenty, but he gets to live from now on. But one thing just hit me...what poor fool is stupid enough to fuck with THIS family?

Delilah came in and he gave her a smile in greeting. They were getting along better, but she and Nicolas had never been very high up on the hug exchange ladder, so he did not try. Isis bragged on the flowers and asked about the others. Nicolas had not checked yet and so had nothing but Delilah spilled the news that the Valkyrie and Zach were getting it in.

Damn...Zach might fall but he lands on his feet...

Nicolas wished he had popcorn since he knew the response to Delilah's comment would be theatric...

 

[Wallflower]

The Hellfire Mansion

"You were asked to bring the body here by who, exactly?

:: The Black Knight stood over the mutilated mess that was Angelo Muniz, her black spiked boots now standing in a pool of blood. He was barely recognizable, but she knew of him. He was a new member, but his family was definitely well connected. Kneeling down, she dabbed her finger in the pool of blood around her and tasted it for a moment, before standing back up while looking at the red court attendants. ::

Staff Member: "The Red Rook requested the body be taken to Talisman."

"The Red Rook?"

:: For a moment she stared at the body. This could pause problems. There was enough chaos on the courts for the time being. The Black Queen was far more interested in her new toy to play with this one. Plus, this presented another opportunity. One the Black Court needed. ::

"I'll take it from here."

:: The red staff nodded before leaving Amanda alone with the body in the catacombs. She knelt down for a moment and looked at his mangled face. He was rather attractive, from what she could remember. Why had the Red Rook murdered this man. Or was she simply trying to dump the body. Whatever the case, The Black Knight thought it better that the legacy of Angelo Muniz died here. Opening her mouth she let out a giant HISS as she spit a wide stream of her venom out of her mouth. Cobra's venom has properties of necrosis. She watched as his very body began to wither even further, his cells dying, his tissue blackening and hardening as before long, the body of Angelo Muniz was not really much of a body whatsoever, but more of a puddle of dead tissue and bone. ::

:: Pressing a few buttons on one of the control panels, the floor began to pressure wash as she dumped the bones into one of the many incinerators the mansion had. It was clear that things were still a bit chaotic on The Red Court..not to mention The White Court. If there was any time to reach out to Persephone, it was now. Cleaning herself off, she returned to the upper levels of The Court, brandishing an incredibly expensive bottle of red wine (the color intentional) and knocked on The Red Rook's door. ::

"Housekeeping."

[smirking]

"I've just spent the last several minutes cleaning up the body of Angelo Muniz, so go easy on me. I come baring gifts. Of the alcohol variety."

 

[Persephone]

Hearing a knock on her door, she was beginning to think her room was the fucking grand ballroom of the Hellfire Club. Uninvited guests, uninvited corpses, hot Bishops, what the fuck next? Diana riding in with a 3 ring circus?

Voice: "Housekeeping."

Persephone cocked a brow as she put her book down on the coffee table. Bullshit it was housekeeping, she could smell Cobra's cold blood clear across the room. This WAS an interesting visitor to have however. She had yet to really speak with the Black Knight, let alone be cordial enough to have her stop by her chambers unannounced. Standing, Persephone's crimson boots knocked against the hardwood floor as she made her way to the door before opening it.

She shifted her weight into the door frame, folding her arms across her chest.

"It seems i'm extremely popular today. To what do I owe the pleasure, Black Knight?"

Amanda: "I've just spent the last several minutes cleaning up the body of Angelo Muniz, so go easy on me."

"Did you now? How interesting....I sent that to Talisman as a fun little trinket to play with."

Feigning offence.

"I'm hurt."

Amanda: "I come baring gifts. Of the alcohol variety."

Persephone looked down at the bottle of Pinot Noir. Not a bad vintage. She took the bottle Cobra offered her and examined it before standing to the side to allow her to enter her room.

"And here I thought you were going to shower me with gifts of extortion and threats."

Amanda walked past and Persephone closed the door behind them. Giving her a once over, she could feel the instant connection to her reptilian side. If she didn't see a woman standing before her she would for sure think it were a snake. Persephone wondered just how strong this connection would be....how much she could CONTROL of Cobra. It made her smirk.

"Care for a glass?"

Walking over to the wet bar, she expertly opened the bottle of wine as she poured herself a glass. Glancing over her shoulder, Persephone decided to put it to the test...subtly of course.

"Sit."

She commanded.

"Please."

She added with a grin.