The Hellfire Club-A gathering of the Elite. By Invitation Only!

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Ikaris stands in the streets surveying the sprawling Brownstone mansion that stands before him. A high stone fence surrounds the mansion and the only entrance is barred with two wrought iron gates that bear a symbol resembling a Trident wreathed in flames. Nodding his head at the fine craftsmanship, he approaches the gates, which swing open in welcoming. Walking through the gate, he ascends the white marble stairs leading to the entrance. The doors are carved of pure onyx and are inlayed with symbols that upon a closer look seem to resolve themselves into depictions of various forms of debauchery which begin to writhe and move, the longer one looks at them. These doors too, swing open on his approach and Ikaris enters the foyer where a handsome young male servant greets him with a deep bow. The servant is dressed in clothing popular during the late 1700’s, with ebony colored waistcoat, breeches to match, white stockings and buckled shoes. Ikaris smirks at the young man, who flushes briefly. Ikaris surveys the foyer and its extravagant fixtures. Statues in the Greek and Roman style stand as silent sentinels in places throughout the room. Two winding marble staircases rise up to a landing one of white marble the other of the darkest black where the colors meet in a checkerboard pattern before separating once again to lead to separate wings on the second story. Ikaris turns to the young man, “Attend me, Wyatt.” He then proceeds to the large doors at the end of the room, Wyatt following behind closely.

The doors at the end of the foyer open at Ikaris’ silent command allowing entrance into a formal ballroom. Candlelit chandeliers hang from the ceiling casting light upon the floor polished to a mirror like finish. Benches and seats line the room and it gives the impression that one has stepped back in time to another era. Two sets of what can only be called thrones, one done in black, the other in white sit at the far end of the room on a dais. The two most opulent of the thrones sit side by side, crowned by the Trident in Flame symbol from the gate done in gold with ruby flames forming a corona of fire. “Are the rest of the public rooms acceptable? Wyatt nods his head, “Yes, Lord. The formal dining room will seat over one hundred members should that be your desire. Only the best furnishings were used as per the instructions that you and the White Queen left. The private sitting rooms are furnished in tasteful style. There was a small problem in finding enough unicorn leather to properly cover the chaise lounges but I personally supervised the hunt that corrected the problem.”
Ikaris steeples his fingers in front of his face lost in thought for a moment. “Excellent. Any other issues that need to be dealt with?”
“None, my King! All the servants have been properly instructed in all their expected and possible duties.”

“Very good, Wyatt. I believe that I shall retire to my chambers to prepare for tonight. I would speak with the White Queen before the festivities, go to her and request that she join me at her leisure.”

Ikaris stand and reaches out to the young man, pulling him into an embrace and lip-bruising kiss. Pulling back from him, Ikaris reaches into an inner pocket of his black suit and pulls out a lapel pin. It is a golden trident surrounded by a corona of ruby flames and is set against Ikaris’ personal sigil, an eclipsed sun. Slowly and deliberately, he pins the sigil on Wyatt’s coat.

“Just so that its clear exactly who you belong to. Now off with you, I have planning to do.”

Ikaris watches as Wyatt fades out in a shower of bright light then heads for the stairway leading up to the residential suites, smiling to himself.

“And now it begins!”
 
<< Lady Farrah moves about her parlour like room......the style influenced by ancient greco-roman decor....with marble pillars that are evenly spaced in a circular pattern around the large oval shapped room.......with flawlessly detailed statues of Athena, Artemis, Hecate and Hera located strategcially througout as well.....this was a room of icy white elegance.....fit for the White Queen in every way. the room is tastefully populated with elegantly styled furniture such as chaise lounges, a klien at the end of her large, deep pocket mattress, california king sized bed which was furnished with satin sheets and drapped over by a sparkling silk canopy.....the room was decored in satin white and gold tones......it was as though you had stepped into the parlour of a snow queen herself.>>

<< she hums a soft tone...as chimes ring out in the air and an icy cold breeze flows subtlely around.......as she sits in front of her large, crystaline vanity....adding the finishing touches to her wintery elegant face and blonde double highlighte hair......at the moment..she wears a white donna karan mini skirt which gives an ample view of her long, smooth flawless legs which are supported by matching white donna karan high heels........ her flat , toned stomach leads up to an ample cleavage provided by a 38 c chest...which is carefully hugged by a seamless, strapless , satin finished victoria secret "angel" bra.......she will put on her tailored white donna karan blaze w/ plunging v neckline shortly....to complete her sexy , cutting edge look of elegance and icy sex appeal.>>


<< Wyatt appeared in his shower of golden lights...and the Queen took no notice of him yet........she finally turned around.....still wearing only her bra, mini skirt and high heels...as she looked upon the young handsome attendant with her icy violet eyes.......he was taken aback by her revealing look....and couldnt help but to admire her feminine, yet toned physique.>>

<< in an icy voice>>: do you like what you see? does it make you want to leave Ikaris and explore OTHER possibilities my dear boy? << she winked at him as her eyes did sparkle>>

I assume that the Black King wishes to speak with me...as he has sent you to find me?

<< as she stood up........the 6'1 sorceress towered over the young Wyatt...as she seemed to glide past him and reach for her white, tailored blazer......putting it on and buttoning it in the front....the plunging neckline gave such a painfully erotic view of her ample cleavage.......any other woman would cheapen herself by wearing such clothing.......but when SHE wore it.....it cheapened the MEN who dared to look at her and try hiding their feelings of lust and desire for that which they could never have>>

<< putting on her white diamond bracelet and her plain white chocker that matched her power suit.......she motioned for Wyatt to lead the way......as he escorted her down the immense spiral stair case...leading her toward the immense formal ball room........her high heels click klaking along the checkerboard marble floor did herald her arrival as several other attendants....two of whom were black ....tried hard NOT to be noticed starring at the ravishing, elegant queen. Lady Farrah waves wyatt on as she strides forward toward Ikaris with a model like bounce...>>

Ikaris...........a pleasure to see you again.

<< chimes play in the air around them as the white queen reaches the black king>>
 
Ikaris went to his suite, peeling his clothes from him as he walked into the bathing area. He dove into the Olympic sized marble pool, swimming the length twice before actually bathing. Rising from the pool, he dries himself and enters his dressing area. Where the White Queens suite was decorated in the Greco-Roman style, entering Ikaris' was like stepping into an Aztec temple. Warm winds blow through the open windows, carrying the scents of tropical flowers into the room.

Seeing that Wyatt has laid out his clothing, Ikaris puts on the black leather pants and black silk poet shirt. He puts on his Trident pin showing his membership in the Hellfire Club's Inner Circle. Pulling on his leather boots, he then runs a brush through his hair. he checks his appearance in the mirror and is satisfied with the dark Jim Morrison look, he leaves the room to be met by Wyatt and the White Queen.

Ikaris smiles at Farrah, she is indeed looking lovely this evening. He casts a glance at Wyatt who is standing behind the White Queen, slightly rolling his eyes. Wyatt's gesture lets Ikaris know that Farrah has been playing games with him again. Ikaris bends low to kiss Farrah's hand and to cover his grin.

"Simply beautiful my dear, as always. Shall we call the others to join us?"

Ikaris and Darkchilde join hands and begin calling names out. As each name is called a chime sounds.

"Christy Zane"
"Riana"
"Kurama"
"Brenthon"
"Melody"
"Sati"

"On raven wing and howl of wolf, let the call now issue forth! Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the Hellfire Club!"

As the spell concludes a final chime is heard then total silence reigns for a moment. The tapping of the doormans staff on the foyer floor breaks the silence as the first of the guests arrives.
 
- With a swirl fire like orbs and chaos magick, Melodious Hymnsong was called in front of the Hell Fire Club Headquarters. The Brownstone Mansion was a beautiful and breathe taking. She entered the high gates as she walked to the doorstep, her heels clicking behind her. She hadn't had time to prepare, she hoped it wasn't a special occassion. She was outfitted in a rich dark red sleeveless almost corset like top, a short micro mini darker red skirt with silver chain belt across it, with red stiletto heels. Her neck had a silver chained choker, and a silky red over collared overshirt unbuttoned over the corset top (Much like this outfit, only in red. She took a moment to look at the doors and noticed some enchanting images of.. well debauchery as she waited for a response. -

"This better be good.. I was in the damn studio and making some GENIUS tracks!"

- She took a breath and a moment to collect her thoughts, halfway getting ready to knock somebody's lights out. The door opened to reveal servants in decorated black and white outfits. Melody made a confused arched eyebrow at the servants and inquired as what she was summoned here for. -

"Excuse me but what the HELL am I doing here? Are you going to speak to me or just STAND there?"

- The servants said not a word but motioned for her to follow them. She sighed and followed them through the mansion, taking it all in. It was definitely a sight to behold. Not before long she was in the Formal Ballroom, standing before Farrah and a man of whom she had never met, none the less, there seemed to be a theme going on in this house, black and white, and Farrah and this man seemed to follow suit. She nodded to Farrah. -

"Hello.. Farrah, what is going on? Where am I? And could you tell these people to knock it the phuck off!"

- She pushed two of the servants that seemed to be grooming her away from her arm as she looked at the Demon Sorceress and smiled briefly. -

"Sorry about that, but those guys were annoying as hell! I am sorry << turns to Ikaris >> I do not believe we have formally met, but I take it you are none other than Ikaris? I have heard some about you.. name is Melody Hymnsong!"

- She extended her hand. -
 
:: A soft wind picks up around the manison carrying with it some red dazzling lights. The winds swirl them around into forming a semi vortex which opens to reveal Kurama standing in only gymnast wear. When he looks at his surroundings his eyes widen and he utters out only ::

"Oh shi*!"

:: Rama begins to turn and he goes faster and faster. (think Riptide of the Mauraders) As he spins lights can be seen flashing, mainly red, brown, and a deep orange as well. With a small sonic boom, Rama stops spinning and now can be seen decked out in a red silk shirt and red dyed khaki pants and some blood red loafers. He had forgone his usual heels as he had sensed someone else wearing red ones this evening (MEGAN GRRRR!!!). With a flick of his hand his hair is put into ponytail fashion held by a ruby hair holder with roses painted on to decorate it. He also fingers a necklace he is wearing with an ornate rose on it. He does one final look over before knocking on the door. ::

I wonder would call on my prescence at this hour, I was in the middle of some training

:: Rama taps his foot while waiting but stops as the doors are opened by a fine looking servant ::

Well whoever it is has fine taste in help

"Good evening, as I am sure you would know, please take me at once to who summoned me si vous ple"

:: As the servant simply turns and begins to walk Rama raises an eyebrow to his somewhat rude demeanor. He follows briskly behind and then is lead to a ballroom where he sees Farrah, Ikaris, and Melody who was the one he sensed wearing one of his trademarks he gave her a frosty glare but warmed it and looked to the Black and White Duo ::

"Evening Farrah, Ikaris, and Melody. Would someone care to explain the reasoning to why I have been summoned?"

:: He is not angry but getting a little antsy to find out the reason behind this so he pulls out his signature and very personal trademark, his red rose, and puts it to his face and looks up, the petals accentuating his emerald eyes ::
 
:: Shadows in the surrounding area are ripped from their spot as they swirl near the entrance of the Hellfire Club Manor. From within the shadows, Brenthon Sandalwood appears. His trademark spikes are perfectly aligned as he dusts off his Clothes. Brenthon was outfitted in a skin tight long black shirt with a white stripe across the middle. Over the shirt was a tux like jacket, with silk folds over the collar. He is wearing dark black dress pants, and simple black shining shoes. His beard, as normal is stubbled but sexy as he scans the area. Wondering who the hell couldn't wait until he wasn't busy with somebody before teleporting him here ::

:: He walked up to the door and banged the large knocker against the onyx door, the symbols began to writhe with a passion and fluency that was all there own. Brenthon chuckled and thought ::

"Perhaps this was some kind of Demonic Whorehouse?!"

:: Brenthon was greeted by Servants in black and white as he was fawned over and drug across the house to a formal dining room where others were gathered. He nodded to them and said his salutations ::

"Hello, everyone? Am I late for something?"

:: It was kind of an awkward moment, and he didn't know what to expect, but one thing was for sure, he had his guard up ::
 
Ikaris greets the guests as they arrive but remains silent on the reason for them being called to the mansion. There were others that would be arriving and everything would be revealed when all were present. He notes with some amusement the manner of dress of several of those summoned.

<<Gypsy in a tux, never thought I would see something like that but it is a new millenium.>>

Ikaris takes a glass of wine as one of the servants comes around with a tray.

He addresses everyone in a voice as smooth as silk.

"The reasons you were called here will be revealed after everyone arrives. Feel free to help yourselves to refreshment. The Lady Farrah and I will be making an announcement soon."

Farrah and Ikaris smile as the confusion seems to be spreading among the guests.
 
Fashionably Late....

::across many miles of land and water... in a breath-taking house sitting on acres of pristine tropics, a privately owned component at the tail end of the Virgin Islands... Christy lolls on a deep-seated, leather sofa in the dimming light of dusk.... the whole house trembles, as loud music begins to reverberate throughout... the song, ironically enough... is Enigma's "Silence Must Be Heard".... it's a wonder the house is still standing... as the most unique thing about it... is that it is made almost entirely of glass.... while the frame is made of shined steel... EVERYTHING else is glass... the outer walls are tinted to prevent the house from getting uncomfortably hot... a few sections of glass are shifted aside, like great open windows, allowing the gentle beach breeze to caress the interior of the house... Christy, sitting in nearly the center of her home... stares out through the walls... she remains to see the sun set on the water outside her home... darkness falls and within the home lights automatically switch on.... and she finally lifts herself from the couch...::

::she navigates through her house, her bare feet silent over the warmed glass, which is tinted so dark blue that it looks black... thanks to small lights where the walls are... she successfully avoids running into glass [;)]... and she makes her way into her bedroom... shedding her loungewear as the song crescendoes, and trades them for something fit to wear out... an ensemble by none other than Dolce & Gabbana... solid black pants, a large, low slung belt and a revealing black shirt composed entirely of lace... she pulls a matching jet black jacket over the top... leaving it casually open... she fixes black high heel pumps to her feet and she's ready to go... with a completed look of dark elegance... she looks quite the vixen, her eye shadow dark and sultry, a smokey look that she so favored... the song quiets as it ends... its lyrics now a whisper and its rhythm fading... leaving nothing behind but the subtle sound of waves lapping against the beach a few yards away.... and is if on cue, a chime sounds, accompanied by her name... and a spell that makes Christy smirk as if she was expecting it... and she had been...::

"Impeccable Timing."

::she stands again, glancing quickly in a mirror a checking her hair... looking around for a minute... before striding to through her house.... towards the back, where lush greenery can be seen through the walls... and where her white siberian tiger was sauntering in from his nightly hunt...::

"How do i look honey?"

::she says... but way she says it, he only needs to chuff pleasantly... because she doesn't need his answer... she smiles proudly and scratches him behind the ears... leaving him with a few instructions... ::

"Alright, Mama's goin out... don't mess the house... and don't eat Oswald... he doesn't like that very much... plus i don't doubt you still remember the tummy ache he gave you LAST time... :rolleyes: Os... what ARE you doing?"

:: a small creature, gremlin looking, was heaving a suitcase that was bigger than itself... it stops to look up at Ti with an innocent but weathered look...::

"I have packed my belongings, to be ready to take to the lodgings at Hellfire, Madam."

"Oh, don't be silly darling... I'll just buy you NEW things when we get there." :D

::she said with a bright smile, stooping down to give it a pat on its head... at which it beamed, before giving up on the task... Christy gave Ares a small kiss, and turned to leave, finishing what she was saying...::

"Don't fuss... Os, keep the house tidy... and you two be listening for my summons later..."

::her words lingered as she disappeared... gone from the islands with a shimmering form... heading for the Hellfire Club... what seemed like mere seconds lead her to the wrought iron gates... and she smiled as they drifted open for her... and she made her way to the grand doors of the posh club... a woman's knock and this doors also opened... allowing Christy to enter the club as if she owned the place... she gives an all-knowing smirk as a stunningly tall man looks toward her... she finds the man to be quite attractive... but she masks it easily... and stares confidently back into his bright green eyes... he tosses his dark, careless hair slightly and flashes her a smile... which speaks all too loudly that he likes the woman that just entered... he is in his early twenties, and dressed much like she is... wearing all black... his button down made of black silk... but is thin... so that its slighty transparent and shows his muscled figure well...around his neck he wears a small stone... so brilliantly red that it looks like ruby... it stands out nicely over his half unbuttoned shirt, which portrays a lossened but stylish tone... it gives way nicely to pinstriped black slacks and pricey but rugged looking boots...::

"What brings you here,... uh?"

Man:"Kal-el... hehe... they promised me money, prestige and beautiful women... so far... from where I stand... the beautiful woman's enough to keep me here..."

::Ti lets a soft laugh to let him know she found him funny... so he was a young Superman.... she eyes his necklace... that explains it... red kryptonite... makes him evil... the best kind of superhero... :D she glances around.... impressed by what she sees... and continues on with a small conversation::

" Well Kal.... Flattery.... will get you EVERYwhere... :D now tell me... to which side were you inducted?"

::he cracks a soft smile... pleased that he's saying the right things... but it fades away... as he answers her question::

"Ah... I haven't been inducted... YET... but you can be sure I'll be a knight before you know it, m'lady. I'm here waiting to escort the Black Queen."

::This brings a smile to Christy's face... and she flips her hair back with an air of elegance... stepping forward and taking his arm...::

"Well... what are you waiting for darling? Escort me."

::He smirks and obeys... obviously happy to not have to wait anymore...and he slides his arm down to take Christy's hand and lead her up the stairs... to where the others have already arrived... as her personal attendant announces her arrival... she flashes Ikaris and Farrah a pearly smile, and greets them each with a hug and...::

Ike:"Sorry I'm late, Ike... I was so amazed by the grandeur of this place... we dawdled a bit on the way here... can you blame us though? :hihi: I dare say... you look quite sharp tonight... gotta admire a man in leather..." ;)

DC:"Hey girl... I DO declare.... you look great too... but are you feeling ok? We can't see as much of your rack as usual, dearest..."

::Christy says with a laugh as she playfully holds the back of her hand to DC's forehead... she gives a wink and a daring smile::
 
:: Sitting against a tree near a large lake was Riana, her long blonde hair flowing around her like water, quietly reading a book the Water Elemental seemed to be one with her surounding, suddenly a tall elegant dressed man walked upto her stopping a few feet away he softly spoke ::

"Madame there is a message for you, do you want me to pull you a bath?"

:: Looking up from her book Riana smiled at her butler ::

"Yes please do so Martin, I'll be there in a moment, do you know whom the message is from?"

Martin:

"Yes madame I believe it's form master Ikaris"

:: Nodding Riana smiled once more, she was expecting this message for some time, watching Martin walk back to the mansion she slowly stood up, walking closer to the lake she kneeled down, touching the water surface she softly spoke like talking to an old friend, waving her hand she stood up, disappearing in a cloud of mist she reappaered inside her luxury bathroom, the Aqua bath as the center piece of the room, white and light blue tilles covering the floor and walls, Martin had allready drawn the bath the armotic scents of the mixed bathoils hanging in the air ::

Martin:

"Is there anything else madame?"

:: Taking of her long white dress Riana shook her head at the butler, standing in her lace bra and panties she turned while the butler left the room, removing her undergarments she slipped into the warm water, going under she disappeared under the surface for a moment to emerge a few moments later her tanned skin glowing in the soft light she picked up a lufa wetting it she began to wash her long slim legs raising them above the water she washed each slowly and calmy before moving over the rest for her body, standing up she took hold of a big plush towel while the water ran down her smooth skin, wrapping the towel around her body Riana got out of the tub ::

Mmmm this is nice I'm all relaxed now.. time for some action

:: Taking out a black lace bra and matching thong she slowly got dressed, brushing her long hair it began to curl at the edges hanging around her waist line, applying some light make up and some Dolce & Gabanna "Light Blue" she began to finish getting dressed, putting on a black halter top with little diamonds around the low cut neckline and the hem, a black knee length leather skirt and her high heeled black leather boots, finally she put on her black opal necklace and her saphire bracelet ::

"Okay time to party"

:: Waving her hand Riana dissapeared, a cloud of mist reappeared infront of Ikaris and Farrah, smirking she locked eyes with Ike here blue eyes sparkling brightly ::

"You called?"
 
:: In her modernised villa, somewhere along the coastline, Sati relaxed, reclining on the silk covered couch just before the French doors of her bedroom, which were thrown open wide. The sun was just beginning to set on the waters just within her line of sight, casting an almost eerie red glow on the sand below her, the tiles of the terrace, and the normally blue swimming pool flickered with a luminescent red tint. This was exaggerated even more by the warm red light glow given off by the lamps placed strategically around the area… barely lighting the faces of the people (human, metamorph, demon and witch alike) who were partying in a frenzy within the grounds of her villa, and spilling out onto the beach. Sati had once been well known for the parties she’d held, and she knew that she’d let that slide a little lately… which was why she was about to come back with a metaphorical bang ::

:: Rising gracefully from the recliner, she surveyed herself briefly in the mirror… and smirked slightly, fully satisfied with her look. Her hair, instead of its usual black, was a deep, chocolate brown, with several brief blonde highlights throughout – of course, that could always change at any given moment. Her hair fell in loose curls and waves around her ivory face, which was flushed with a warm, vaguely tan glow (like this, same AI). Flaunting what had to be, for today at least, her best feature, she wore a sleeveless white shirt, the hook fastenings barely used, flashing more than just a hint of cleavage; over a shimmering violet / black miniskirt… slit up the side to her thigh, giving a perfect view of her tanned legs. Taking one final look out of the wide open windows of the room, she glided confidently across the room… the time was right for her to make a fashionably late entrance, and she reached out, her hand resting lightly on the doorknob as she felt the tug of her summons, finding herself, a few moments later, on the steps of what looked to be a large, sprawling mansion. She caught a glimpse of the writhing figures on the large oak doors before they swung open ::

Looks like I’m fashionably late to someone’s party… even if its not my own…

:: As they stood still before her, Sati raised one perfectly manicured eyebrow pointedly at the servants before her ::

“Well? Is there a reason that I’m here, or should I stand on the doorstep all evening?”

:: She cast a scornful look at the servant’s back as he turned, leading her through the gorgeous mansion, yet, unbeknownst to the apparently Chinese servant before her, she raised an eyebrow slightly in admiration at the retreating back of the servant. More than one thing drew her attention before she reached her final destination, yet, seeing Ikaris, Farrah, Melody, Kurama, Brenthon, Christy, and Riana before her, she smiled warmly at them::

“Looks like I’m the last one here for now… Someone care to fill me in?”
 
<< As The White Queen notes the arrival of each summoned guest.......she smiles noting the impeccable fashion sense of the guests......this was indeed a new generation of the hellfire club...a splendid amalgam of old world style and cutting edge sex appeal... smirking a bit at Titania's playful remark about Farrah's cleavage bearing blazer.... a swirl of icy winds flow through the immense formal ballroom.........as the doors slam shut......and chimes fade in the air...clearly it was Farrah's doing...since she had a colder aura than most and sparkling winds were one of her trade mark effects>>



<< in an icy voice...that seems to reverberate in the large ball room>>

the White Queen and the Black King do thank you all for availing yourselves to this most elite gathering......for it will benefit each of you. Among this gathering are the best and brightest of the Masters of Evil.... but times are changing.......the forces of good are adapting to take us at our measure.......and we must now seek to blight their paths in every day life as well as in overt combat situations. using our considerable financial holdings and resources as well as other contacts throughout political and social circles.......

please......partake of the refreshment spread that was prepared.......we will continue our meeting shortly.
 
Now that everyone had arrived and refreshments had been served, Ikaris prepared to make his announcement.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, you have all been wondering why you were called here. Tonight, you are all being invited to join with Darkchilde and myself in the formation of an exclusive coterie consisting of the Elite of the Masters of Evil. Each of you have proven to be among the strongest, most fierce and dedicated to the cause of and promotion of evil among all the Masters. Your battles both within and without the coven have marked each of you as standing above the common run."

"Within this mansion you will find a place where you can allow your passions to run wild, a place where you will find power and knowledge, a place to become a true Power in the worlds."

Ikaris' words take on an almost hypnotic tone and everyone has no trouble imagining the kinds of power and freedom that he describes.

"Ladies and Gentlemen...I give you THE HELLFIRE CLUB!"
 
:: Brenthon felt proud to be among the elite in the ballroom. They had been through some kick ass battles together from Finding the three incarnations of Darkchilde, to the many returnings of Betrayal. Sending demons back to Limbo. You name it, these guys have done it. He smiled as Ikaris and Farrah welcomed them all to the club as he wasted no time in laying waste to the Refreshments, pouring himself a glass of champagne and guzzling it down as he looked to Titania and smiled ::

"Fashionably late, eh? A certain someone keep you from showing up early?"

:: He laughed and patted her on the back as he began to mingle, smiling and nodding to Melody and laughing and talking ::
 
After giving the guests a few moments to take everything in, Ikaris continued.

The Club will consist of two bodies, an Inner and Outer Circle. The Outer Circle will consist ofthe general membership of the club and will increase as we find more who deserve membership. The Inner Circle will consist of the Seniormost members and will be placed within either the White Court led by the Lady Farrah as the White Queen or they will join the Black Court led by myself as the Black King. We have already chosen several to place within our Courts. I have chosen Christy as my Black Queen and Riana as my Black Bishop. Appointments to the positions of Black Knight and Black Rook will be made as I come to know some of you better."

"The White Queen shall make her decisions on her Court as she feels best and in her own time."

"Permanent suites have been set up on the second floor for the Ranks of Bishop, Knight and Rook. The third floor consists of four private suites, one for each member of the royalty. Should you be asked to take a place at court feel free to have your rooms decorated to your taste. The servants have been instructed to assist you in ALL ways. Should you see one that wins your favor, simply make arrangements with my aide Wyatt to have that servant assigned to you permanently."

Ikaris gestures to the young blonde man standing behind him. Wyatt is holding a box in his hands. He approaches Ikaris and opens the box. Lined with red silk, the box contains a number of lapel pins that match the ones that Ikaris and Farrah wear. Tridents made of gold and wreathed in a corona of fire made of rubies. They match exactly the markings on the gates and devices on the thrones at the far end of the room.


"These pins mark you as members of the Club and will allow you access to the mansion at any time."

Ikaris takes two of the pins and offers one to both Christy and Riana.
 
::Ti seems to absorb everything that both Ikaris and Darkchilde say, as she listens to them talk with a half smile on her face... she turns as Brenthon speaks of a certain someone... she doesn't say anything in return... she simply winks, accompanied by a smug smile... in the dark recesses of her mind... she half wishes it were true... but alas... she had not seen much of her love in the past days... and he hadn't slept in their bed for weeks... in fact... Christy was beginning to consider other prospects... as his workaholism was NOT doing well for her libido... Christy remembered all too well what happened the last time she got impatient with waiting for his return... she also remembered that it made on helluva passionate reunion.... her thoughts abated as Kal handed her a drink... she swirls the glass softly... and takes a sip...::

"Mmm... Strawberry Daiquiri. Nice choice."

::he nods, a small smirk playing at his lips... he leans in a little closer to Ti... which doesn't seem to move her... she simply looks up into his emerald eyes with a questioning expression... he nods toward Brenthon a speaks in a more serious tone...::

"Let me know if that one gets too overzealous with his hands..."

::Christy found it funny that He was offering to protect her from Brenthon... but at the same time... she convienently forgot to mention that Brenthon's pat on the back was not as it had apparently seemed... as she turned to Ikaris... who was announcing his court... she nods to him and steps forth, accepting the pin with her free hand... she handed her glass to Kal to hold while she pinned it neatly to her jacket...::

"Thank you Darling... I shall wear it well... now i say... we get this party started!" :D
 
:: Riana was listening to the others talk a faint smile playing around her lips, walking towards one of the bars she looked at one of the bartenders and nodded ::

"I'd like a Margarita extra crushed ice"

:: David the bartender smiled back at her his dark brown eyes checking her over, Riana raised a well formed eyebrown at the his flirtasious behaviour ::

"Like what you see hun?"

David: ;)

"No complaints here love.. you look good enough to eat"

:: Laughing out loud Riana moved on top of one of the barstools crossing her long legs she ran a finger over the exposed skind of her bare leg ::

"Mmmm well if you're a good boy you might get a taste one day..."

:: Winking at him Riana turned as Ike spoke to her and Christy, walking over to were he and Farrah were sitting she smiled warmly at her friend as she took the pin from him pinning it on her top just above her left ample breast ::

"I will wear it with proud hun" ;)
 
:: Rama nods as he listens. He gave a smile to Riana and Christy as they were welcomed into the Black Court. He awaited to hear if he would be announced as well to one of the courts. He looked over at Melody and Brenthon wondering if they knew if they would be as well ::
 
::Christy flashed a defiant smile as she took her cup back from Kal... and she didn't notice another servant approach her until she cleared her throat loudly.... she gave the small woman a reproachful look... and then forced a smile... but she do not move... absolutely not, if Ti was standing in her way, the rude little b!tch could go around... Ti simply sent her attentions back to the M.o.E.s around her, licking her lips slowly and taking another sip.... seconds later, the girl did it again... and Ti slowly and deliberately turned her head to look at the servant, with a look that would silence many....::

"Can I have someone get you a cough drop dear?"

girl-"Oh, No my Liege. I'm inquiring as to your preferences to the decor of your quarters."

::Christy takes a deep inhale... with an expression like "Oh." she gave a soft smile and considered the possibilities....::

"I'd like to do something oldschool... ah yes... I know... arrange my suite in the Medieval Gothic style... dark wooden floors... high, vaulting ceilings... pointed arching doorways.... lifesize stone Gargoyle statues should fill niches within the walls, that gives a nice effect... i like soft lighting... and torches would fit the style... so fix an intricatly designed torch to every column... tall, arching stained glass windows... my bathroom should be fitted with a large, claw-footed tub... and when i say large... i mean SUPERsize it... everything should be ornate in style.... my beddings should be fit for a queen... i rather like Cherrywood, it has a nice color... dark brown with just a hint of red, and will go excellently with black bedsheets, silk of COURSE... i think my other color, and my duvet, will be a deep purple... down pillows and duvet... yes... that sounds nice... do the drapes purple as well... just make it look good... and don't worry... if it doesn't please me... i'll simply have you come back and do it again... something to keep in mind as you arrange my suite... i TREASURE comfort... on with you now... i expect it to be ready when i am..."

::Ti dismissed the girl with a wave of her hand, and finished her Daiquiri... Kal was ready to take her glass... and he had another one ready for her to drink... he seemed eager to please... and he didn't appear to be clutzish in her presence... while she could tell he was intimidated... she waved Wyatt over...::

"Ahem... Wyatt.... a word with you, dear."
 
the white queen makes her move

<< The White Queen stood tall and elegant....surveying the stylish gathering of beautiful people...as she sipped on her frosted goblet of chilled Cristal Champagne. her tailored.....pure white, donna karan power suit consisting of a extremely high hemline short skirt.....and a fitted blazer with a daring V neck which featured eye popping cleavage......the white queen's long, bare, smooth flawless legs were supported by matching white 4 inch high heeled donna karan pumps>>

<< she joined in the applause as Ikaris announced the first appointments in his Black court.....and as the festivities progressed......she snapped her fingers....as a young, obviously well toned african american attended dressed in the period garb that was the traditional attire for the male staff of the hellfire club came close>>

<< in an icy voice>>: mmmm....attend me well Marcus....for i will have need of you later this evening....

<< a lift of her perfectly shaped eyebrow and a sparkle of her icy violet eyes let him know exactly what she meant...and he did his best to conceal his deep seeded delight.....for the White Queen had a voracious appetite for men of colour....for many reasons>>

<< she deliberately pressed up against him..lifting her knee up his inner thigh as she rubbed his chest... her leaning in close...as her glossed, pouty lips spoke into his ear...lightly brushing it with each word>>

now be a dear......and summon James Devon......aka Blacklight. I have an announcment to make that will directly affect him.


<< the white queen had decided on nearly all the appointments of her court......she would announce them as soon as Devon arrived. as she continued to physically taunt Marcus....she finally, cruelly, pushed him away , spining him around and sending him on his way.......he growled with discontent......as his well toned muscles flex and he made his way off to summon Blacklight.>>
 
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