| An Audience With The White King |
| Summary: | Firestar is looking for her White Queen, but instead finds the White King, and even worse, he was burning Hellfire Club property. She's so telling on him! |
| Date: | 2016-08-11 |
| Related: | None |
| NPCs: | White Queen |
| Scene Runner: | NA |
| Social/Plot: | Social |
| Players: |
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Hellstrom is found in the library. He is not wearing the white garb of his title. It's gauche. Instead, he wears black leather pants, a red silk shirt with long sleeves, and has his hair pulled back into a pony. He seems to be sifting through the stacks of books with fingertips looking at titles.
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Angelica is dressed in her own casual clothes, not in costume, but she has no semblance of Hellfire Club related uniform either. She's mostly been following Emma, everyone knew she was hers, and there was never any problem. This world, well, there has been some weird oddities. For the time being, she walks into the library, seeking Emma just to check with her if she noticed anything odd. What she didn't expect to meet is Daimon in there, she doesn't recall ever seeing him around the Hellfire Club, and the surprises leaves her naturally timid as she stops one step past the doorway, and looks tentatively at Daimon, waiting to make eye contact first.
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Sensing the other soul in the room, Hellstrom turns his neck casually to look upon the new arrival. He seems pleased at whom he sees and smiles. His tone is familiar as his hand drops from the spines and he says, "Hello, Angel. It's been a while and you look remarkable." His deep green eyes trace over her form then back up to her own.
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"It has…?" Angelica sounds a little confused, not quite recalling meeting Daimon before, but rather than argue the point,s he offers a nervous smile and asks, "thank you…you look pretty good yourself, I was, actually…looking for Ms. Frost? Have you seen her?"
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"I have not. Which is one of the reasons I linger. Tracking her down has proven fruitless." He states as he begins to close the gap between them. He is curious, so he leads toward a question, "I wasn't aware you and Emma had continued dealings."
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"That is…disturbing," Angelica mutters, immediately bad scenarios starting to run in her mind. She knows she took care of the Black Queen for Emma, but could the Black Queen have had loyal followers out to get Emma that Angelica didn't know about? She didn't want to mess up in her job of keeping Emma safe. Her meandering thoughts get broken by Daimon speaking again, and when she looks up she finds him much closer, leaving her a bit nervous, as she instinctively takes a step back, standing at the doorway now. "Oh…well, we don't really have dealings. It's just…routine, really, you know?"
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"No, I don't know. What dealings does Firestar have with my White Queen.", he asks ad He continues to move toward her to attempt to close the gap in that she will be in reach. But he will not reach for her just yet. She may also feel his warmth due to his heat and proximity.
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"-Your- White Queen…?" Angelica frowns a little at Daimon's words, the closer Daimon gets, he can also sense Angelica's warmth which is not quite natural. Indicating perhaps how unnerved he makes her. "She is -my- White Queen."
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A brow is quirked, eyebrow raised, head tilted and he asks, "Is that right? And what position do you hold in this Hellfire Club?" as his right hand moves to the wall behind and above her while he looks down upon her diminutive frame.
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"Of course it is!" Angelica seems rather adamant, scoffing a bit when he asks of her position in this Hellfire Club, likely not noting the designator of 'this', as she replies, "I don't think I have one other than being Emma's Assistant, as it were." It's rather simple to tower over Angelica, being as small as she is, so when Daimon places his right hand above her to brace at the wall, she tries to sneak underneath it, just to not wind up pressed at the wall by him.
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Watching her slip away, he gives dramatic pause and smiles. He pushes off the wall turning toward Angelica. His lips purse a moment and then he asks, "Her assistant. Well then, by default, That makes you my assistant. As I am the White King."
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"What…?" Angelica wasn't quite ready to hear that Daimon is the White King, or that by virtue of that she'd be his assistant as well. "Emma never told me I had to serve any others…only those she tells me to, and she never mentioned you," Angelica looks suspicious and concerned. Still, Daimon was certainly a member to be here. She really needs to find Emma now, Daimon is making her every bit as uncomfortable as Sebastian Shaw does.
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"It is my right by proxy. As the White King I am entitled to all the assets of my court. And you have a most appealing asset. Plus, there is the master of the other reason you are indebted to me by proxy." He states in a tone of leading considerations. As if he has a secret she should know. He gives pause for her to respond.
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"You outrank the White Queen?" Angelica seems suspicious or simply not pleased to assume that much. To her Emma is the world, and she doesn't feel like anyone should be above her. She knew about the Black King, but after killing the Black Queen herself, she felt like Emma was the most dominant presence in the Hellfire Club. This new White King was a mystery to her. She didn't like not knowing something. "So…what do you know of my assets?" Angelica asks curiously, she thought Emma kept her being Firestar a secret from most. But maybe she shared with Daimon? Could it be he wasn't lying? She furrows her brows at the suggestion of another means by which she's indebted to him, "how's that?"
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Hellstrom smiles as he sees her confusion. He turns away and begins walking back to the stacks. "The king always outranks the queen." His fingertips of his right hand touch the spines of the books. He continues, "I suppose Patsy never told you. But the cancer you developed. Your breast cancer. I cured it. And because of that. I've vex curious as to the assets I spared. Both of them."
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"Even the White Queen…?" Angelica muses, clearly having a very high opinion of her Queen as it were. "Cancer? I don't have cancer!" Angelica snaps, almost taking the very suggestion as a threat, the temperature suddenly rising quite sharply in the room.
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"You're right, you don't. Because I cleaned it from your body. Before it ravaged your beauty. You never knew. But it's okay. And since we share secrets within these walls. You should know to whom you are indebted." He pulls a book from the shelf, comments to himself, "They don't need this book…" And it bursts into flame. Consuming it fully without a trace of ash left behind.
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"I'm indebted to no one," Angelica seems furious at the suggestion she owes something to either Daimon or Patsy, whoever that woman is. But before she can get to riled up with that, she sees Daimon burn a book outright, "you can't do that with property of the Hellfire Club!" Angelica glowers at Daimon, "what kind of White King would ruin his own library!? I am telling on you to Ms. Frost when I find her!"
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"So adorable. You're going to run off to Emma and tattle on me." , he says seemingly amused at her statement and threat. "Please, she is just as powerless to affect me as you are. "Now, why don't you be a good little servant and strip like all good dancers do."
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"It's not a joke, 'Fake King', the White Queen won't be pleased with you one bit for burning a book belonging to the Hellfire Club," Angelica snaps at him, trying not to lose her hold of her emotions. Trying not to be too brash, and most of all, not to cause a serious accident and burn down the entire library in the process. "I'll tell her you disrespected me too, I never said I was a dancer, and I definitely won't strip for you. You're lucky you're in the library, because you're being out of line." She really doesn't know if this man is the White King as he claimed or not, but she feels he is lying. Why would a Lord Cardinal burn an asset of the Hellfire Club? It made no sense, it was treasonous if anything. She'll find Emma, heck, even Shaw won't be pleased with this news. She gives Daimon one evil glare of her green eyes, before she whirls to try and rush out of the library before he can display any power she's unaware of.
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He smiles broadly having gotten underneath her skin. His green eyes flash with fire as he looks back and upon her and her whirling around. He chuckles, "It seems Emma has not taught you self control, yet. Still letting your emotions get the better of you. Then again, you've always been a redhead down to the core." - his own hair is red and he's making a self observation as that of her own emotional state. He won't try and stop her. Instead, he'll just watch her flee the room as he states in a taunting and low tone, "Run little servant, run to your mistress." then he will chuckle under his breath.
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It angers Angelica to hear Daimon chiding her for lack of self control, the one issue that has been a constant thorne in her back side. Always the warning, always the accidents, losing control, being kept in solitude to keep the other Hellions safe. It was aggravating that even now, when she was appointed Emma's personal assistant (though unbenkownst to her more Personal Assassin), she is still being chastised for not having self control. It infuriates her to the point flickers of flames jump about her body, singing her clothes. Still, she does the smart thing for a change, proving she has more self control then given credit for, in charging right out of the library in search of Emma. Sure, Daimon can mock her now, but once the White Queen learns of what he's done, he'll be singing a different tune! Aneglica was sure of it.
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Hellstrom smiles to himself as he watches her leave in a tizzy. He then turns to the stacks and continues filtering through the spines of the books reading titles and discerning things within.