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Post by Christian Frost on Jul 20, 2020 16:10:00 GMT -5
Participants: TBD Open/Closed: Open Location(s): Confidential Time of Day: Evening Weather: N/A Summary: The newest White Queen of the Hellfire Club pays a visit to a legendary (and top-secret) black market for the uppermost echelons of society to make a statement.
The newest evolution of the Hellfire Club with his sister as its ruler and Black King was already a force to be reckoned with. However, its existence was still fresh and its equilibrium not quite found. Every choice, every action of every member was a precarious and dear thing. They had to expand, solidify their foundation and grow in the correct ways. For all their chess board titles, the Club was a house of cards at the moment - the barest miscalculation or draft of unexpected force would bring it crashing down.
Just another individual weight, really, of the pressure bearing down on Christian Frost's shoulders. Stacked alongside the expectations his sister placed on him as, ironically, the new White Queen. Or the simple question of his sanity. Not long before, he'd been a shattered and disoriented man with incredible powers that only made that mental mosaic literal. So many days he'd lost count spent with Emma, piecing his psyche and soul back together, had him functional.
But "functional" and what Emma expected of him were two different things. Had he been just a simple Pawn of the Hellfire Club, Christian would've needed incomparable tact, grace, wit and cunning with every syllable from his mouth and every step he made. That was multiplied a million fold when she, instead, thrust him into such a pivotal and notorious position as White Queen. Emma's faith in him was heartwarming, and only made him that much more terrified of failure.
The wood panels of the artfully crafted double doors glistened in the light of old-fashioned lanterns hanging above. This was his trial by fire - a visit to an infamous black market that attracted all sorts of evil, influential, resourceful world powers. The goal was simple: by his mere presence he would send a message of the Hellfire Club's renewed strength and life. That meant impeccable presentation and, though schooled in the fake smiles and double-edged words of high society since an infant, this was on a whole different scale.
The doors swung outward, revealing a glittering, massive, multi-faceted chamber full of the richest, most dangerous people in the world. This next part he could do without, but rather than cringe, Christian put on a lazy smile and stepped into the light as a disembodied voice rang out over the crowds: "Presenting the White Queen of the Hellfire Club."
And every eye in the place locked on him.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Nov 27, 2020 20:12:24 GMT -5
Finding out about this black market hadn't been easy - confirming the rumors had taken some favors owed from S.H.I.E.L.D. which he hadn't even known were owed prior. Figuring out how to sneak in without being recognized had been just as hard. He'd dressed the part - This was attended by the upper-class (that felt like an understatement) so he needed to look like he belonged. Thankfully he always somehow found a nice black suit lying around when he needed it. He was equally thankful over the fact that the suit had been clean. He'd practiced his cover story in the mirror longer than he'd care to admit in case he got caught but not recognized.
Sneaking in itself had been... Too easy. It set him on edge. Maybe this place was so top secret that they didn't expect to get infiltrated. He ran a hand over his hair to make sure it was still successfully slicked back. He grabbed a drink the second he could, wanting to blend in, and subtly sniffed it just to be safe. He focused on looking around - He needed to assess what and who were here. However he also needed to do so without bringing suspicion on himself. He didn't need any unwanted attention.
Others had volunteered but he'd insisted he could do it. Surely his experience as a long time X-Man helped qualify him for this. Besides, it was just scoping up some black market - albeit a very expensive black market but were any of them ever cheap or affordable? He didn't think there was too much that could go wrong and anything that could, he could handle himself.
There was a rumor that there might be some Sentinel technology here. Did that mean pieces of a Sentinel or full fledged new Sentinels up for auction - Was there going to be an auction or was it just first come first serve? How did the rich buy their illegal merchandise? He had no clue; he'd never been rich unfortunately. The rumor also could have been just that: a rumor. There was a good chance there'd be no evidence to back it up. Still it wasn't as if he could risk it being true on the off chance it wasn't.
"Presenting the White Queen of the Hellfire Club."
Bobby almost choked on the champagne he'd grabbed. Had the Hellfire Club ever been anything but a thorn in the X-Men's side? It'd been so long. The last he could recall, that title belonged to Emma Frost - If there had been another White Queen, they hadn't stuck in his mind which when compared to Emma Frost was understandable. Crap, he couldn't help thinking and then grimaced. Emma would definitely recognize him and could definitely read his mind. She probably wouldn't rat him out right away - They'd both be interested in why the other was here so he certainly had some questions for her too - but there was a chance she'd just complicate things, annoyingly so.
Still, he and Emma had worked together in the past. He didn't think they were on bad terms.
He looked over at where he expected her to be, after all she'd just entered, unaware that his startle had caused him to freeze the champagne he held. But it wasn't Emma who his eyes fell on - Who they locked with. No, who he saw confused him even more. He'd helped Emma with her brother, Christian, before but he didn't recall him being part of the Hellfire Club. Seeing Christian stirred something in him - concern because he wasn't sure how the other man was doing after they'd last seen each other and... Something else. Something he couldn't quite place. He should have ducked his head and continued on because Christian was likely to recognize him but... That something else kept him in place, eyes curiously watching the other man.
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Post by Christian Frost on Nov 30, 2020 12:14:56 GMT -5
The black lenses of his sunglasses were evenly split in purpose. The first, of course, was fashion; impressions and appearances were tools just as powerful in his arsenal as money, influence and corporate contracts. Those were lessons ever Frost learned at a young age. The second, though, was a bit more pragmatic. With his eyes hidden behind those shades, Christian was free to scan the majority of the room without anyone knowing for sure whether or not he was looking at them, specifically.
The majority.
Out of the corner of his eye, Christian felt a particular glance lock onto him, the corresponding figure in his peripheral freezing up just slightly in that moment. The White Queen completed his descent from the stairs. He didn't think the brunette that he'd caught staring was sure whether or not he'd been made. Christian decided to play with him - for his enjoyment, and out of mild necessity, too.
It took a few lazy migrations over the room - brief nods or small talk exchanged here and there - before time and the arrival of a few more announced guests to the market had absorbed the brunt of the attention that'd been leveled on him. Christian noticed the unwavering focus of the brunette, though, the entire time, and finally sidled up to the same display of smuggled gemstones that Bobby Drake was pretending to peruse with a practiced ease.
"Fancy meeting you here," Christian said in a lazy and nonchalant tone. He was facing forward at first, but turned his head slightly, looking over his sunglasses to let the spark in his eyes match the crooked smirk curling one corner of his mouth. "You clean up well," he acknowledged, running an appraising and unabashedly admiring eye up and down Iceman.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Dec 17, 2020 22:41:02 GMT -5
It took more effort than he thought it should've to pull his now nervous gaze away from Christian. He noticed his frozen champagne as he went to drink it before subtly setting it to the side. He needed to figure out his next step. He didn't think Christian had noticed him. He could easily slip out... Except he didn't know if another opportunity like this would present itself again. He needed to risk it and hope Christian would be decidedly nicer than his sister - less devious too.
He couldn't help glancing back, eyes finding Christian every time, trying to keep the blonde's whereabouts known. Christian was involved with the Hellfire Club now, that couldn't have been a good thing. He looked healthier, possibly happier than the last time the two of them had been in a room together. There weren't any illusions going out of control... Unless the whole black market was an illusion... Bobby poked a gemstone. It felt real. For the sake of his own sanity, he decided to believe this was all real.
But why was Christian with the Hellfire Club? That was... That was definitely new. He couldn't recall the blonde being in that group, or at least the White Queen, the last time they'd seen each other. Was that Emma's influence? Was the Hellfire Club reformed or was it going to be its usual pain in his rear? Bobby let out a huffed sigh. These questions, wondering them to himself, weren't going to help him right now. He was on a mission. He needed to calm down and focus.
He picked up a gemstone and looked it over as if he knew what he was doing. He liked to think he'd spent enough time with Emma to know how to act like a snob who thought he was above everyone else in the room - He was really glad Christian wasn't a telepath, last he could recall. He managed to not drop the gemstone, rather setting it gingerly down when he heard Christian's voice, close enough that it didn't take a telepath to guess the other man was right next to him.
He turned his head to meet the blonde's gaze. That smirk told him that Christian hadn't just noticed him. He resisted the urge to frown because he hadn't been as stealthy as he'd hoped he was being and instead put on a smirk of his own, hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his pants. He felt a faint heat on his face at the way Christian's eyes rolled up and down on him - Was he trying to be obvious or was Bobby simply more... aware of other men checking him out since he'd come out? He wasn't sure which it was.
"As do you," he replied, tilting his head to the side slightly. "You look... Better." He frowned faintly before correcting, "Ah - Healthier." He shrugged faintly then smiled, genuinely happy that Christian, as far as appearances were concerned, seemed to be in a better place in his life - even if that meant he was with the Hellfire Club. "Though I see you've become royalty - sort of." He didn't ask how or why Christian was the new White Queen, but the question was clear in his tone, mixed in with some genuine curiosity and perhaps a touch of concern.
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Post by Christian Frost on Dec 22, 2020 15:03:11 GMT -5
Christian though he could practically feel the confusion and curiosity crawling through Bobby's skin. He wondered how much of that was projected, though, because outwardly the X-Man was doing a superb job of maintaining his poise. The compliment returned his way earned a slight shift in his lazy smirk toward something just vaguely less sly and more thoughtful.
Bobby's mention of the last time they'd seen each other was fair and reasonable. No disrespect intended. Christian couldn't suppress the twist of pain that bringing it up spasmed through his stomach, though. He had only seen Bobby Drake twice in his life before that night. The first was when he and Emma arrived at the Frost estate and discovered him, a prisoner to his vast mutant powers and the way they exacerbated his psychosis.
The second wasn't altogether that long after the first, when Christian had stopped Bobby outside of a birthday get together he was having with his friends and family. Then, he'd personally thanked Bobby for his part in helping Emma to save him from himself, as well as gave a paltry monetary gift for good measure.
"One perk of having a sister who is one of the most powerful minds to ever exist," he mused. "The timeframe for mental recovery is rather condensed." Not that Emma's telepathy - incredible as it was - was enough to fix anything outright. Christian was well aware that he had a long, long road ahead of him. One without an end, really. He knew that most of his conditions he would deal with day-to-day for the rest of his life.
Fortunately, Bobby's last comment allowed them to move from those more tender subjects. Christian laughed, softly. "I'm a Frost, darling. I was born into royalty." Maybe not in title, but as far as influence, wealth, resources and breeding, the Frosts were just as elite as more literal nobility. Their repartee was interrupted when a shadow fell across the two men.
"Excuse me, Mister Frost, but after careful assessment, this person is not on our list of welcome guests." Christian turned, looking over his shades again and raised both brows in mild interest. "How strange," he said thoughtfully aloud. The man - his tailored suit straining to hold his impressive, muscular build, flanked by two similarly well-dressed members of security - looked ready to intervene. The milling crowd of the black market around them didn't pause to so much as eavesdrop, and were instinctively drifting away from the table for the time being. These forceful expulsions were, evidently, commonplace for one reason or another.
"I'm sorry to step on your moment, gentlemen, but 'this person' is with me." Christian tilted his head, ever so faintly intrigued at how things would unfold from there. "But... Mister Frost, you arrived separately," the security personnel said, weighing the obvious holes in Christian's story with the desire not to offend. "True," Christian conceded, and slid under one of Bobby's arms, resting his blonde head on the more muscular X-Man's shoulder, lacing the fingers of his outer hand with the one of Bobby's now wrapped around his shoulder.
"But I've decided to keep him. For now. And," he interrupted when the personnel opened his mouth to speak, "it's 'Your Majesty.'" Christian watched the security officers stammer, reorient and struggled to hide their irritation. "Of course. Sorry... Your Majesty." They shuffled away, but Christian knew eyes would be trained on Bobby even more intensely from then on. He turned himself and the X-Man, now entangled, arm-in-arm, back to the gems and chuckled. "It appears you're stuck with me for the evening. I hope you don't mind."
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Post by Bobby Drake on Jan 10, 2021 19:07:59 GMT -5
At the mention of Emma, Bobby's brows furrowed faintly. It wasn't as if he had anything against her but rather he was certain she didn't have everything to do with Christian's recovery. "Give yourself credit too," he found himself saying, arching an eyebrow curiously at the other man. "You're stronger than you think." He wasn't referring to Christian's powers, which they had both seen displays of, but rather the man himself. Of course he wasn't sure if Christian's confidence in himself had been boosted since they'd last encountered each other but he still felt that needed to be said.
He couldn't help but snort out some laughter the comment about being born royalty. He wasn't surprised, though, since Christian was a Frost and they tended to think of themselves as royalty, even without the fancy Hellfire Club titles. He opened his mouth to ask more about the Hellfire Club - Had they sent Christian here? Why had he joined them? What were they planning? What was he planning? - when someone approached them. Bobby's hand felt cold for a brief second when the man - security he guessed - explained that he wasn't on the guest list. He managed to shake off any nerves and put on a mask of amused curiosity, arching a brow like he'd seen plenty of rich snobs do.
No one else was watching them as far as he could tell. They must not have cared which meant this wasn't anything new. But he could use that to his advantage. Less people watching them meant less people that were likely to recognize him. He continued with the façade, admittedly going off of Christian's energy. He figured if he acted like he belonged here, they'd think he did eventually. It was just like class where if he acted like he wasn't on his phone, they wouldn't realize it... Well Xavier had realized it plenty of times in the past but he was a telepath, he didn't count.
Christian seemed to have the situation handled well enough - a perk of being a Frost and his new title, Bobby assumed. But then he grabbed Bobby's arm - Bobby who had to use all his willpower to not show his surprise despite the sudden coloring on his face - and hooked it over his shoulder, lacing their fingers together as well. Christian's actions made him feel like some sort of new lover while his words made him sound more like a puppy the other man had found and taken a liking to.
Still he couldn't help but snicker when Christian told the security to refer to him as Your Majesty. It wasn't until after the security officers left that Bobby realized Christian might not have done him the biggest of favors. After all making him out to be the lover of the White Queen was bound to get him more attention. Crap. However it was technically too late to back out now.
"I think I'll manage," he said to the other man's comments, though he pried his fingers gently out of Christian's, slipping his arm down, hand coming to rest against his hip. He used that grip to pull Christian closer to his side as well as to keep him at his side. He grinned at him and arched another curious brow. "Though you'll have to tell me what you're doing here."
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Post by Christian Frost on Jan 13, 2021 21:48:56 GMT -5
Christian's brows raised again in aloof curiosity and even a tinge of disappointment when Bobby retrieved his hand. He wondered how much the X-Man would lean into the charade that they'd just started. It wasn't like he'd entered into it willingly. Christian knew that Bobby was far cleverer than most people thought, just from their short (though rather momentous) history together. He was very interested to see what Iceman was going to do.
Rather than pull away, Bobby adjusted, moving his hand to cup the White Queen's outer hip. Christian's faint smile hadn't entirely faded at any point since arriving at the venue, but now it was an ounce more smug - and a softer kind of it than before, with the security agents. Bobby's words warmed Christian's ear, drawing a contented hum from him responsively.
"I think I'll manage. Though you'll have to tell me what you're doing here."
The White Queen reached out and absentmindedly plucked a barbed cluster of prasiolite that weighed heavy in his hand. The vendor looked a whole mixture of interlocking emotions, but Christian ignored him, eyes wandering around the room. "Funny way to thank me for helping your blown cover just a second ago," the White Queen mused, pretending to be thinking aloud.
"Tell you what," he said, setting the precious stone back in its place. He slid is own inner arm around Bobby's waist and used his place, nestled against the X-Man, to turn them and lead them on a leisurely stroll toward the next station in the vast chamber. "You tell me why you're crashing, and I'll share. Though I'm sure your reason is terribly more boring."
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Post by Bobby Drake on Mar 1, 2021 3:36:22 GMT -5
Bobby raised an eyebrow at Christian's musing, figuring it was purposefully said out loud because what did a Frost do or say that wasn't purposeful? "I could've handled that myself," he insisted a bit stubbornly. He was certain he would've thought of something. It just likely wouldn't have been as charismatic or effective as Christian's on the spot planning had been. He watched the other man pick up then eventually put down a rock - a specific rock, important, precious rock, but honestly a rock. He wasn't sure what was going on in Christian's mind, what he was plotting or if he'd even agree to tell him anything.
Then Christian's own arm was around his waist and Bobby felt some faint heat come to his face. Anyone with eyes could see Christian was attractive but his personality, the way he carried himself, the way he talked, it was all attractive too. He was fairly certain Emma would kill him if he flirted with her brother but well she wasn't there and they were both adults. Besides there was no way Christian would actually find him attractive, he thought. They'd been brought together in this instance but Bobby was still an X-Man and Christian was apparently part of the Hellfire Club. That in a way meant they were somehow world's apart.
He could easily claim the flirting was all an act. He followed Christian's lead and mused over his suggestion. There were benefits to the offer. The other man was clearly more at home in this kind of environment - whatever that implied, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know - and had a better chance of knowing where to look for certain items or if those items were even likely to be there.
That and his own curiosity about what Christian was doing there and what he was doing as the new White Queen were eating away at the icy mutant's self control.
"Alright," he replied, casting a sideways glance at the other man. "You've got a deal." He casually glanced around before returning his attention to Christian. "I heard there's Sentinel technology here." His voice was lowered, though not too much because he knew that risked suspicion. He also knew that Christian, even if he'd never faced a Sentinel himself, should have had a good idea of the threat that technology posed to anyone, especially mutants. "I don't know if it's old or new but if it's here, I need to find it and stop it." He arched a quizzical brow at the other man. "Your turn."
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Post by Christian Frost on Mar 25, 2021 19:04:35 GMT -5
The fact that Bobby was under the delusion that he'd have been able to neatly deal with his blown cover by himself if Christian hadn't been there was adorable. He believed it, too, which just added to the cuteness. Christian only smiled a tick more slyly at Bobby's insistence, but otherwise let that corner of their conversation fall away. They were on to potentially more intriguing topics, anyway.
Iceman agreed to their deal and Christian couldn't help but tighten his grip on the other man's waist in a show of his reflexive contentment. He'd always felt a surge of smugness when someone took the bait. Together, the unlikely pair kept drifting through the crowd, unhurried enough that they might not have a goal, but with enough purpose that maybe they did. The mystique of it was very intentional.
Christian brought them near one of the spacious rooms large pillars that supported the ceiling. There, they stopped for a moment, both alongside each other, facing the room at large. "Mmm," the blond hummed melodically. "You surprise me, Drake. That was much more delicious information than I was expecting to hear." Christian rested his head on Bobby's shoulder, his effortless comfort in their closeness further selling their charade.
"I'm here to keep the Club's name in the minds of those who, were they to forget our influence, could become problematic or disadvantageous." Christian realized how vague he was being, contrasting to how specific Bobby had been. He also found immense satisfaction in how he was skirting the edge of their agreement; keeping his word, but only just. He hoped that it would drive Bobby a little mad.
"Your thing sounds more fun. What's the saying? "Two birds, one stone"?" And he hadn't stopped smirking - at least not entirely - since setting eyes on Bobby.
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Post by Bobby Drake on Mar 28, 2021 19:03:29 GMT -5
Of course Christian's answer was vague. Bobby wasn't really surprised, though he was a bit disappointed. A part of him had hoped the other man would go beyond any expectations brought on by his new association with the Hellfire Club - or at least Bobby hoped it was new. He didn't remember Emma or Christian mentioning it the first and last time he'd been around the other man. But Christian's answer was vague, annoyingly so and characteristic of a Frost. If it wasn't for the charade they had to keep up, he would have considered pulling away from the other man's grasp as punishment for being so vague.
"Meanwhile you don't surprise me," he couldn't help grumbling, somehow managing to resist the urge to roll his eyes all the while trying hard not to think about Christian's head on his shoulder. So he was here simply to make sure people remembered the Hellfire Club existed? There must have been more - much more - to it than that. There were probably specific people who owed specific favors that the Hellfire Club wanted to intimidate by having a presence here. Yes, he was certain there was much more to Christian being here than he was letting on.
He stopped walking at Christian's offer. He didn't think he had much of a choice. Working with Christian wasn't a bad thought but the thought of that work aiding the Hellfire Club? He wondered how hard it would be to find the Sentinel technology if he left Christian's side. Surely he could pretend they had an agreeable departure but then security would likely be all over him. He had to hold back a groan, though a small frown had formed while his mind worked away at all the possibilities.
"You'll have to forgive me," he said in a low tone despite the fact that he had no problem offending the Hellfire Club, "But I don't see a problem with people becoming problematic for your little Club." He knew the Club wasn't little. He knew they were powerful. He knew they were a threat, but they were also often at odds with the X-Men and thus often the two groups were enemies.
His eyes moved to settle on Christian again. He'd help Christian, if asked. He'd done so before. Surely Christian was just a good man mixed up with the wrong group. He hoped that was the case at least. He hoped he hadn't entirely bought into the Hellfire Club.
"But," he said, "It's not like you've left me with many options." He tried hard to keep the irritability at the turn this situation had unsurprisingly taken out of his voice. They had a charade to keep up after all. But he let it show in his eyes briefly before he pulled his gaze away and continued walking, his own grip on Christian's waist tightening.
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Post by Christian Frost on Apr 24, 2021 0:26:35 GMT -5
He could feel Bobby's irritation and... something else. Something that Christian was very, very familiar with feeling in his regard from others, that he didn't care to name, even privately to himself just then. That made keeping their line of banter a lot less appealing, and even caused a few uncomfortable emotions to fidget awkwardly in the psionic's abdomen. To top it all off, Bobby caught his eye and let that look color them for a moment.
The White Queen put eyes forward. They were milling again, but far enough away from others to keep their conversation private. He shouldn't have felt the need to justify or explain. He didn't owe Bobby anything. They were even, at the most, considering he'd gotten the X-Man out of a narrow mess a little bit before. Then, why was his mouth moving?
"You need to look at the bigger picture, Bobby," he said softly, much of his effortless cunning gone from his tone. "The Club sticks its hands into the mire to do things that your group can't. Besides, it's a product of its inner circle, no matter the incarnation. With my sister at the helm, the Hellfire Club isn't not only the most influential it's been since it's inception... It's also at its most noble."
He paused, reflected, then added, humor creeping back into his voice and curling one corner of his mouth, "Comparably."
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Post by Bobby Drake on May 31, 2021 20:14:56 GMT -5
Bobby had to consciously resist the urge to roll his eyes when Christian told him to look at the bigger picture. People always said there was some bigger picture even when there wasn't. Of course there was always a chance there was a bigger picture which meant he couldn't entirely write off what the other man had to say. He admittedly couldn't argue with the first point. There were limits to what the X-Men could do for varying reasons from being more in the public eye to their own sense of morality. Not that some hadn't tried to cross those lines before or made branches of the team that had come close to crossing, if not crossing altogether, before.
He hadn't known Emma was at the helm of it now. He wondered if Scott knew. Not that Emma needed Scott's permission to do anything - one could argue Scott Summers had no room to judge what anyone else did. But if Scott was one thing, and he was many things, it was opinionated. His own past with Christian and Emma - admittedly that past with Emma also included some bad but he was trying to focus on the more recent past which held positive memories - was what kept him from doubting the other man fully. He liked to think that Christian wouldn't outright lie to him, at least not to his face, after all he'd done to help him before.
"And what had the Club done that's so noble?" he asked, voice cautious but mixed with genuine curiosity. If the Hellfire Club was up to good - or at least better than before - then surely Christian wouldn't mind giving him some examples. He had to see the benefit to being more open with Bobby. It would give the icy mutant more of a reason to trust him and agree to help him.
Bobby wanted to ask more but those questions steered toward more personal territory where Christian was concerned. Was Emma the reason why he'd joined the Hellfire Club? Most likely but there was always the possibility of something more coming into play. Why had Emma returned to the Club? If the two of them wanted to do some good, why not join the X-Men? He sighed, pausing in their walk and pulling Christian impossibly closer to his side, attempting to turn him slightly so they were facing each other a bit more.
"So what's the plan?" he asked before clarifying, "If I agree. You help me find the tech and what? You just need to be seen by certain people?" It couldn't have been that simple, right? There had to be more to it. The only question was if Christian was aware of the Club's full plan or if he had been left in some dark as well.
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