<div class="floatleft">(http://static.giantbomb.com/uploads/scale_small/0/4859/588099-daniel_craig.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Marcus Steele<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Jade King<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>7 Mar 2025<br/><strong>Location:</strong>London, Hellfire Club, Council Chamber<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>Onyx King, Jade Consort<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong>None Needed<br/><br/>Marcus gave the tight smirk he was know for, the smile which never quite reached his eyes.  From Amelia's dealings with him and being around him, it was a smirk which did tend too...arouse...women so in the fact it had an air of knowing something they did not, of a personal secret shared only between them.  When he used it in situations like this it was method of putting the people he was speaking with off balanced.   He did not expect it would work with Samuel.  The man's core personality was near cut from the same cloth.  It was the reason why he was a King in the organization and not one of the lesser pieces, or excluded all together.  Many would had given the man's salt of the earth background.  Marcus had never once thought lesser of the man for it, not used against him, in public or private setting.  He respected the man which in an organization such as the Inner Circle said much.<br/><br/>When Marcus spoke, it was with the rich and cultured accent one expected of the upper crust of British society, but with a core of steel about it.  Marcus was the type of man who could tell a man to "fuck off" and have the man smile and compliment him on doing so to him.  He had honed his minds, his words, even his very accent into a weapon to be used against others.  He was known to be both a charismatic and intimidating person within the House of Lords, and there was a reason why Amelia feel under his sway instead of it being the other way around, a woman of her abilities who had every one from titans of industry to members of the British cabinet eating out of her hand.  It was said Amelia was responsible for the vote of no confidence against the Prime Minister last year ago.  The man had said something crass and unflattering to her.  It took a few months, but she made it happen, and now the woman was here, kneeling beside Marcus.  Yes it did indeed say something about the personality and determination as strong if not stronger than adamantium about the man.<br/><br/><strong>"Sorry Samuel, I had expected others to be here and thus my opening was a bit more tailored towards them.  At times they do need a solid smack between their eyes to see what is happening.  They think we should perhaps be the ones joining in and spreading the Chaos, with no view towards the future.  Well I would imagine some of them have rather gotten the point not it has hit a bit closer to something they care more than power, and that is their pocket books.  It is why they are not here after all, trying to salvage what is left of their fortunes when the world markets are in their fourth month of free fall."</strong><br/><br/>Marcus shifted in his chair a bit and leaned forward, putting his fingertips upon the table, spreading them out a bit as he spoke.  It was something he had done in the past during a House of Lord session Amelia witnessed, and how he could draw every eye in the room as he did so.<strong>"We do, but again, never in a way which many expect, even those a part of this Council.  I suggest we both work not only in the open, but from the shadows as well.  The world needs heroes to fill the void, and whoever is left either does not have the infrastructure or resources to do so.  In which case we give the world heroes with both."</strong><br/><br/>Marcus made a gesture towards Samuel as he said the last point.<strong>"Your Hellions you have been cultivating and nurturing.  I would imagine some of them are chaffing at the bit, wanting to be more than mere shadows in the dark.  Let them take the limelight, give them a name which the masses of the people can support.  Zemo did the same once with the criminals of the world when the Avengers had gone missing before.  We take a page from his book and do the same.  With your support behind them, and specifically your abilities, they should have all the raw power they need to overcome near every obstacle they encounter.  If they inflict more property damage on locations which house rival companies or organizations, well, they are brand new heroes learning the craft, are they not, surely they can be forgiven a mistake or two in the wake of all their accomplishments."</strong><br/><br/>Marcus next took his hand and stroked it down the length of Amelia's spine, starting at the nape of her neck and moving it down to the sensitive and erogenous places on the small of her back as he continued.<strong>"Of course working in the open, pretending to be heroes is not what all what we shall be doing.  We will be working in the dark, killing so called super villains who will not step in line.  To start with, my lovely Consort here has secured an audience with Roxxon here in London.  Of course they normally have technology to foil her powers and abilities, but what is life without a little challenge.  One way or another, she will get us the names of the people in Roxxon behind the decision in Berlin.  We will hunt them down, and we will kill them.  We will make their deaths slow, and memorable, and we will strike fear into anyone who would dare think they could make happen what they did in Berlin or other places in the world.  I will soak the streets in their blood if it means a world which shall survive and live in the next five years."</strong>Marcus left it at that, a sharp edge to his voice, an unconscious manifestation of his powers as his cloak rippled a bit.  A sign of the anger he had towards the people who thought they could ruin the world he saw as his right.