Hellfire Club 2025 London Chapter House
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				Title: <strong>Hellfire Club 2025 London Chapter House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>07-03-2017, 07:08:09</strong>
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				(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/marveldatabase/images/1/15/Hellfire_Club_Building_(Philadelphia).jpg/revision/latest?cb=20101209023527)<br><br>The world was in chaos.&nbsp; There was no other word for it.&nbsp; For more than a year the major heroes of the world had been missing.&nbsp; There was no hiding the fact, not anymore.&nbsp; Too many time some terrorist of enhanced power villain succeeded where in the past someone one, be it the Avengers, Fantastic Four, Thunderbolts, or the X-Men would had put a stop to it.&nbsp; Oh the governments and the other heroes present in the world had did their best to cover up the fact, but something this large, something so pivotal could not be kept hidden forever.&nbsp; Nature will always run its course, and she will always have her due.&nbsp; A vacuum in any form, be the absence of air or power, was an unnatural state and could not exist for any length of time.&nbsp; Power vacuums took longer to fill, but they eventually do.<br><br>The straw which broke the camel's back, as it were, happened first in Europe, in Berlin.&nbsp; Stryker Research had made a breakthrough in energy technology.&nbsp; The ability to store and contain anti-matter safely, to be able to use it as a viable energy source.&nbsp; It was going to change the world.&nbsp; There were organizations who did not want the world changed however, and while select groups having the technology was not a threat to them, the technology becoming common place was.&nbsp; It could never be proven who was behind the attack on Stryker, but the Roxxon Corporation, whose backbone was built upon oil and other fossil fuels, had the most to loose from such technology.&nbsp; Stryker was attacked, and no one came to its aid.&nbsp; The facility and two miles surrounding it was obliterated in the resulting explosion.&nbsp; The only saving grace was the facility was not in the city proper, but more than five thousand lives were taken that night, and it was a clear sign the world had changed.<br><br>One would thing an organization whose goal was control of the governments and economies of the world would welcome such change, but they would be wrong.&nbsp; Chaos and disorder was as much an enemy to the Inner Circle of the Hellfire Club as it was to any other organization dedicated to order, chaos was their enemy.&nbsp; Every member of the Inner Circle lost a small fortune the day Stryler was destroyed, and the world markets had not recovered since.&nbsp; Since it was clear what few heroes of the world were not enough to reestablish the status quo, then the Inner Circle would need to take maters into its own hands.&nbsp; They needed stability or they would continue to hemorrhage as they had been the four months since the anti-matter detonation in Germany, and within the year the companies and fortune they had spent a lifetime building would be so much smoke and ash.&nbsp; <br><br>So the word went out to the members of the London chapter of the Inner Circle, nicknamed the Privy Council by their New York counterparts.&nbsp; The Jade and Onyx King would be meeting, with other members would could attend in time.&nbsp; Many could not as they were embroiled in affairs, aftershocks of the events in Berlin.&nbsp; It would not matter too much as in the end, it would be the Jade and Onyx King would would make the decision of where to act, of when to strike and make a difference, but it was clear change had to happen, and it had to happen now.<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=2]Pic[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]Character Name:[/b]<br>[b]Alias:[/b]<br>[b]Time/Date:[/b]<br>[b]Location:[/b]<br>[b]Tagging:[/b] <br>[b]Mentioned:[/b]<br>[b]NSFW Warning:[/b]<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellfire Club 2025 London Chapter House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>hiddenwithin</strong> on <strong>07-03-2017, 08:17:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/22/Hiddenwithin-amelia-character.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Amelia Evans<br><strong>Alias:</strong> Jade Consort<br><strong>Time/Date:</strong> March 7, 2025<br><strong>Location:</strong> Hellfire Club, the Private Rooms of the Inner Circle<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Anyone!<br><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong> Slight nudity<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Darker Jade Green of this dress with black heels (https://www.etsy.com/listing/118252022/holly-latex-strapless-garter-dress?ref=related-3).<br><br><hr><br>Leaving her mundane job, Amelia arrives to the club early, heading upstairs to the private rooms. Once there, she takes a moment to change from the sharp business suit she was wearing, into something more suitable to her position within the Inner Circle. The dress is new, bought for the occasion, and fits her ever so tightly - just as latex is meant to do. It's dark jade green highlighted her own exotic looks, hair pulled up off her neck into an elegant twist. Stockings are rolled up her legs and clipped to the garter hooks, her feet soon slipped into the tall heels. Once once she's made sure her appearance will honor the Jade King, does she then walk back into the main room.<br><br>Here, she takes time to make sure that food and drinks have been readied for the meeting, a blend of finger foods that both Kings will find pleasing, she hopes. A few of the house girls specially chosen to attend the meeting have been readied, and it's to these she next turns to give inspection. Each girl is dressed in lingerie, a sensual tease as is the norm here for the attendants. These girls are especially trusted to be allowed within the private rooms, and know well what would happen to them and their families if they betrayed the trust shown to them. <br><br>With all made ready, the Consort and her girls but await the arrival of the Kings. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellfire Club 2025 London Chapter House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VonDoom</strong> on <strong>07-03-2017, 16:54:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://puu.sh/ukoJ4.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name: </strong>Samuel Keen<br><strong>Alias: </strong>The Onyx King<br><strong>Time/Date: </strong> March 7, 2025<br><strong>Location: </strong> Hellfire Club, Council Chambers<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> -<br><strong>Mentioned: </strong> -<br><strong>NSFW Warning: </strong> -<br><br>The Onyx King was a self-made man. Any assistance he had received in his life, any attention from the influential and wealthy and powerful had been due to his ceaseless efforts to claw and drag himself from the wretched and mediocre masses. His mutant gift was a powerful tool to aid in his efforts, but the mere fact that it was he who now sat atop the Onyx throne rather than a dozen other, perhaps more powerful exemplars of <em>homo sapiens superior</em>, told all that needed to be said. Samuel Keen, as he was known to the outside world, may have held no inherited title or status, but within Hellfire, he had made himself King and was heir to the legacy of Sebastian Shaw, having fought wars both bloody and economical until he held most of the former Black King's holdings.<br><br>In his guise as the Onyx King, he opted for black robes in the manner that nobles might have worn in ages past, with a heavy chain of gold around in his neck. Of course every bit of it, from the onyx-black gloves to the mantle around his shoulders were custom-made by the finest of tailors, interwoven with cutting edge protective meshes and inlaid with advanced technology -- such as the psi-shield that kept his thoughts from casual prying and intrusion.<br><br>As one of the foremost economical players via his own Keen Incorporated, the destruction in Berlin had hit his various businesses particularly hard. Thus, when he strode through the wooden portal-frame that led into the council chambers, Keen paid little heed to the extravaganza that had been assembled as by their usual customs, his attention squarely on the data-feed projected into his eye by the latest of communicative technology.<br><br>The situation and cutting of losses had required his personal attention, which was a rarity these days, with so many intermediaries and managers and CEOs handling the day to day vagaries of the business world. Still, the Onyx King kept his composure -- chaos was nigh and much had been and could still be lost, but he had learned all too well that upheaval also presented hitherto unrealized opportunities. <br><br>Today, it was his duty as leader of the Onyx Court to decide, along with his Jade counter part, what steps to take to ensure the future and continued supremacy of the Hellfire Club. What had to be done to reinforce the old structures -- or, perhaps, how to break them on their own terms and come out ahead. Samuel held no illusions that the very proposal of the latter would earn him yet more enemies among the traditionalists in the club, but he had not gotten where he was by cow-towing to his lessers.<br><br>With a sweep of his arm the burly man adjusted his mantle and sat down upon the onyx-colored throne at one end of their meeting table, brow furrowed. With a casual expectant gesture he held out his hand, separating index finger from the others in anticipation of being handed his usual choice of wine.<br><br>The wait, he held little doubt, would be a short one. Neither he nor his noble-blooded counterpart were fool enough to leave the other waiting.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellfire Club 2025 London Chapter House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 05:46:04</strong>
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				<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 was not far behind Samuel in entering the Council Chambers.&nbsp; he was all in anything punctual and did not play petty games among his fellows and comrades among the Inner Circle.&nbsp; Wary and secretive he may had been in the efforts in which he joined forces with Samuel before, but the same would happen with other members of the Inner Circle.&nbsp; Marcus however had always treated Samuel with respect, and when the position of Onyx King was available, Marcus had given Samuel his full support.&nbsp; The nature of the people, the personalities, associated with the Hellfire Club and its Inner Circle, a transition of power was rarely bloodless or without conflict, but such happened when Samuel had assumed his throne.<br><br>Macrus did not stand much on ceremony when he entered the room.&nbsp; He was dressed in a outfit right from the Victorian era, with a long tailed coat and shoulder cloak flowing and moving of their own accord, but again with his ability to manipulate and control air itself, it could very well.&nbsp; The cloak itself could be a deadly weapon in Marcus's hands, with his powers.&nbsp; The cloak and vest Marcus was wearing was a deep green in color, his own nod to the position he held as that of the Jade King.&nbsp; He moved like a predator even when doing so from muscle memory, his stride always starting with the ball of his foot and not the heel.&nbsp; As such he did not make much sound.&nbsp; Again his control over the very air he could create a space where sound did not vibrate or travel at all.&nbsp; Both Samuel and Amelia had seen him do so in the past so the fact they heard Marcus enter at all was another calculated gesture of respect to the both of them.<br><br>Marcus inclined his head in respectful nod to Samuel as he took his seat, greeting his peer first before he turned and let his hand touched Amelia's face lightly, his acknowledgement of his Consort before he spoke to the two of them.&nbsp; <strong>"I am willing to wait to see who else joins this gathering, but when it comes down to it, any decision we reach will depend upon the two of us, Samuel.&nbsp; What is happening in the world cannot be allowed to continue.&nbsp; I want to control the world, that I have made no illusion or deception, but there is nothing to be gained from anyone here on the Inner Council in ruling over a world of flames and ashes.&nbsp; We need to intervene, do you not agree, Samue, Amelial?"</strong>&nbsp; Marcus leaned back in his chair, and the air about him returned to normal, another visible sign of respect to the people who were seated before him, an active display he was not defensive, or held his power in such a way he was going to strike at either of them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellfire Club 2025 London Chapter House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>VonDoom</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 17:03:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://puu.sh/ukoJ4.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name: </strong>Samuel Keen<br><strong>Alias: </strong>The Onyx King<br><strong>Time/Date: </strong> March 7, 2025<br><strong>Location: </strong> Hellfire Club, Council Chambers<br><strong>Tagging: </strong> -<br><strong>Mentioned: </strong> -<br><strong>NSFW Warning: </strong> -<br><br>The Hellfire Club united them -- power, tradition and excess; a legacy of secret puppeteers who made men dance on their golden strings. As one of the scantily-glad attendants stepped forward to place a cup into Keen's waiting hand, he raised it to his lips, then after a moment's consideration in recognition of the Jade King's arrival before he took his first sip.<br><br>"That much is obvious," he growled, his intense blue eyes sharp on Marcus. Bereft of his past self's need to put on sheep's clothing, the man had an aura of authority to him that befit his title - and little interest in dancing around an issue. "How is the matter we must settle."<br><br>"We already fund dozens of peace-keeping organizations, safety and registration acts -- all, of course, blinded to our involvement. But it has become increasingly obvious that this is not enough." The words seemed a bitter pill, almost, that he forced down with another bit of wine. "This world misses its heroes.&nbsp; Balancing agents for the public to admire. To ward off harm in their foolish, selfless ways."<br><br>"So far, for all the damage recent developments have caused us, we have been lucky. They're still domestic." The black-clad mutant tapped a section of his table, causing a large hologram to appear above the table. It displayed a variety of threats, individual and multitude. Annihilus and Blastaar of the Negative Zone. Kree Warriors. Skrulls. Brood and Phalanx. Kang the Conqueror. Thanos, the Mad Titan. Above them all loomed the mighty figure of the world-devourer himself, awe-inspiring and fearsome even in such a pale reflection.<br><br>"A myriad of extra-dimensional or galactic threats were halted by our former enemies time and again. Once it becomes known what the governments scramble to hide, that their opposition has dwindled to nothing, we will have an entirely new set of problems to overcome." Another tap of his finger and the onslaught of images vanished.<br><br>"In past times, one could barely rob a bank without a new masked hero showing up to save the day. As much as we clashed with such individuals in the past, we need them. Powerful agents of order and spectacle to placate and dull the masses -- this world needs both."<br><br>The Onyx King's eyes drifted from empty chair to empty chair, until they settled once again on the Jade King and his consort. "We, my fellow king, are the Hellfire Club. <em>Uno avulso non deficit alter</em>. If the world is slipping from our hand, we need but tighten our grasp. Don't you agree?" A devilish, crooked smile perked his lips as Keen studied the others. He had brought up a notion that no doubt had occured to the Jade King himself already at one point or another: that the world needed new heroes and that Hellfire, as ever, ought lead the way. <br><br>Now, Keen intended to see the man's reaction -- no doubt Steele had already taken a few steps of his own in advance of this evening. This was the perfect moment to gauge just how many.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellfire Club 2025 London Chapter House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 02:00:06</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; When he used it in situations like this it was method of putting the people he was speaking with off balanced.&nbsp; &nbsp;He did not expect it would work with Samuel.&nbsp; The man's core personality was near cut from the same cloth.&nbsp; It was the reason why he was a King in the organization and not one of the lesser pieces, or excluded all together.&nbsp; Many would had given the man's salt of the earth background.&nbsp; Marcus had never once thought lesser of the man for it, not used against him, in public or private setting.&nbsp; He respected the man which in an organization such as the Inner Circle said much.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; He had honed his minds, his words, even his very accent into a weapon to be used against others.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; It was said Amelia was responsible for the vote of no confidence against the Prime Minister last year ago.&nbsp; The man had said something crass and unflattering to her.&nbsp; It took a few months, but she made it happen, and now the woman was here, kneeling beside Marcus.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; At times they do need a solid smack between their eyes to see what is happening.&nbsp; They think we should perhaps be the ones joining in and spreading the Chaos, with no view towards the future.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <strong>"We do, but again, never in a way which many expect, even those a part of this Council.&nbsp; I suggest we both work not only in the open, but from the shadows as well.&nbsp; The world needs heroes to fill the void, and whoever is left either does not have the infrastructure or resources to do so.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <strong>"Your Hellions you have been cultivating and nurturing.&nbsp; I would imagine some of them are chaffing at the bit, wanting to be more than mere shadows in the dark.&nbsp; Let them take the limelight, give them a name which the masses of the people can support.&nbsp; Zemo did the same once with the criminals of the world when the Avengers had gone missing before.&nbsp; We take a page from his book and do the same.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <strong>"Of course working in the open, pretending to be heroes is not what all what we shall be doing.&nbsp; We will be working in the dark, killing so called super villains who will not step in line.&nbsp; To start with, my lovely Consort here has secured an audience with Roxxon here in London.&nbsp; Of course they normally have technology to foil her powers and abilities, but what is life without a little challenge.&nbsp; One way or another, she will get us the names of the people in Roxxon behind the decision in Berlin.&nbsp; We will hunt them down, and we will kill them.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; I will soak the streets in their blood if it means a world which shall survive and live in the next five years."</strong>&nbsp; Marcus left it at that, a sharp edge to his voice, an unconscious manifestation of his powers as his cloak rippled a bit.&nbsp; A sign of the anger he had towards the people who thought they could ruin the world he saw as his right.
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