Blood makes noise

[Seer]

Across the endless expanse of the time stream, images of the most recent story told begin to flash forward as a reminder...

<<FLASH!>>

Getting up, she goes over to the large, well stocked and equipped bar and fixes herself a Lemon Drop.


"In my timeline...I saw the same thing happen. Morg, Alison fell out with Delilah. It was awful. They cast Delilah out of Illustra...the Six...and shortly after that...everything went to hell. Delilah JOINED mystech and became The Justicer! It was SICK..."

"You guys helped us survive that nightmare...and we helped you rescue your teammates....but what if we're on the eve of seeing what happened in my timeline happen HERE, NOW?"

She QUICKLY gulps down the first lemon drop and without even looking down, she begins to make another one, taking that one back to her seat with her.

<<FLASH!>>

:: the golden disc meets with Nicolas' outstretched hand and forms around it, a GAUNTLET.::

In times of battle against foes more dire and durable than you could imagine, it will bolster your strongest blows with MY power. Do NOT use this foolishly or inappropriately. In times of DANGER most deadly and life threatening, hold out your hand, and call upon my name. This portion of the Aegis will respond by forming a large SHIELD, stronger than ANY energy construct you or anyone on your team is capable of, save perhaps Spellbinder.

Guard well, this gift I give to you, for one day, it will guard YOUR life and the lives of those you care for...

:: and in a moment of eerie foreshadowing ::

That moment may come sooner than you would dare dream, my champion.

<<FLASH!>>

Zach: I'd love to, but I'm still here at the U.N. there's an emergency meeting about the abrupt rise in hate crimes against Supers. It's getting bad in New York especially. You're a public figure now, be on the lookout for haters.

<<FLASH!>>

Someone grabbed her arm.

Random patron: hey, Black Widow!

She easily rotated out of his grip and then grabbed him by the hand, twisting his wrist to the point of pain, but not enough to break it as she turned her attention finally on the guy that had been talking to her. He was nobody..... a flat scan. Probably just wanted to buy her a drink. She released him with a gentle apology. He looked surprised, then pleased.

Guy: IT IS YOU, Black Widow! I saw you on the news! Hey, will you sign an autograph for me?

"Sorry, I don't have a pen."

Nearby girl: I have a pen!! Would you mind? OMG!

Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck.

Girl to first guy: hey, will you take our picture?

And out came the camera phones. Lights started flashing, people started gathering. Haleigh considered opening fire on the crowd.... but that would be bad press for everybody. She started signing her moniker on random things, bar napkins, baseball caps, body parts and lingerie. It looked like somebody had directed a strobe light at her. People were taking selfies with her while she signed for them, and reaching above the crowd to get photos of her before they got close enough to shove something in her hands to sign. She was trapped about ten feet away from the rope, and their was a circle of about thirty people and growing starting to envelope her. The bigger the circle got, the more people that caught on. Every body asked the stupidest fucking questions imaginable.

Why didn't SHIELD let her cover it up? Why the fuck did they want to go public with the Avengers Initiative? Stupid Tony Stark, coming out as Iron Man and setting the precedent.

<< Cover ups ARE sometimes necessary. Black Widow understood that, even BEFORE her brief "spin off" into the Avengers Initiative, from her time with her own team, her FAMILY, the SIX. From the Meltdown of the Citadle, to the Inferno, Mastermold and more...there was always some need to cover up their tracks, minimize the knowledge and awareness of their involvement...>>

<< But sometimes...that wasn't enough. Bianca Ceasul (a.k.a. Millennia) was one haunting reminder of that, Bishop was another.. Now, as images of recent events broadcast before us, there is the sense that another terrifying example will be coming...>>

<< Change can be pervasive, like a fog. It can loom...and it can haunt...even vex. But one thing it will not be, is DENIED.>>

<<FLASH!>>

"And she carries herself with such a mystique. There was something different about her tonight...not just the fact that Cam and Nicolas managed to convince her to even COME and sing for me...something ELSE..."

"When she held my hand and squeezed it, It felt like she was trembling...NOT from nervousness though....it was something ELSE."


Sighing out as she became comfortable in her seat again. She was always very aware and deeply intuitive when it came to reading people and their emotions. Not an empath or psionic, but as Mystech in her timeline had declared "something MORE than baseline human" in that regard. Dominique was on the CUSP of something, but there was no way to know for sure what that was and NOW was not the time to dwell on it. Still, that close moment she had with the sorceress was definitely one she wouldn't soon forget.

<<FLASH!>>

As the host left to retrieve their items he turned back to Dominique, smiling again.

I want to thank you AGAIN for your selection at Blaze's get-together last night. It provided the perfect exclamation point to what we were trying to accomplish. I am grateful that you decided to help us. Now...what did you need to talk to me about? Is it something with our charity?

Nicolas, I have had some things on my mind lately.

I am at a far different place now...than I was over a year ago and with the changes I have gone through, I find that certain things...no longer seem to fit me or serve my interests.

:: Pausing as she took a longer drink of the well made, hot lemon tea::

My life is my own...I live it my way and I do as I please. I think you know that by now.

BUT, as your guardian...I owe you the courtesy of this private conversation.

I am on the cusp of a major change that will come from a decision I've been pondering for a while now.

::she said this in a rather thoughtful tone as she took another drink and then looked directly at Nicolas::

If that happens...there's a possibility that I could be faced with danger.

I'm not telling you this because I'm fearful.

I simply need to inform you, as I am charged with the task of ensuring Set never reaches this world through you.

It is important for you to understand that if something DOES happen to me, you need look in only one direction for answers...

Nicolas knew what she meant, or COULD mean. Diana was not one to be crossed easily, and he had been thinking more than once about Blaze what meant when she said she got an impression after touching Dominique's hand last night. He now reached out and did the same, taking her hand.

I support you in doing what you must, what you feel is right. This has long been the case and should someone decide to make the mistake of bothering you, I will do much more than look at things...

<< and speaking of looking...this same moment, but from ANOTHER view point. Just as we watch, so too does a woman's who's own orbit around the Six is now being pulled in further.>>

<<FLASH>>

A waiter brought her by another glass of champagne as she nodded, taking note to notice over her shoulder that Nicolas was in the VIP Clubhouse with the woman who performed last night. She knew that it was Dominique Devereaux of The Parthenon and that she was Nicolas' aunt. She DEFINITELY wasn't human, but then again...neither was Nicolas entirely. She made sure to keep an eye on the tone of their conversation and the body language they were giving off as she turned back to the girls.

:: Glancing beyond Nicolas for a moment, she looks at Blaze, Vivica and Cass, who are seated several platforms away. She notices that Vivica was looking toward THEM::

That girl with the others...she was at the party for Blaze last night. Just WHO is she?

Oh! That is Vivica Lennox. She is an old friend of Cam's. Metahuman. Photographic memory and reflexes. Fine as hell. And now, and artist in the city. If you will accompany me, she will have an opening very soon. I expect it to be very nice. And what? Was she having a peek over here?

Nicolas laughed a bit under his breath.

She is good people Aunt D. Nothing to worry about with her. Lots of fun.

<< Yes indeed, Vivica did watch, just as we did, but even she couldn't know just what was in Isis' mind and heart...what CHANGE she as pondering and how it would come about or most of all, the impact it would have on friend and foe alike>>

<<FLASH!>>

My spirit has been troubled.

I have been sensing unrest around the city, particularly at night. At first I thought I might be having frightful dreams due to the...anxiety I've been feeling over this personal descision I am pondering.

But I recently felt the same "unrest" during waking hours and I know now it's more than just a "feeling." It is negative energy, emanating from a source within the city...and growing.

I'm not sure what it means just yet.

:: looking grim for a moment::

<< And even as some in the Six's world have a sense that something is wrong, there are OTHERS who would prefer ANY awareness of their exploits be non-existent. >>

<<FLASH!>>

As the server went quickly to prepare the items her turned back to Cass.

So...talk to me about your victims last night. Are they OK today?

<<FLASH!>>

<<24 hours EARLIER in this particular time thread...>>

She ran her fingers all along his arm until they were resting on his wrist. Her heartbeat quickened as she was now on the prowl, the huntress eyeing her prey. His lips were now brushing against her ear, his energy BECKONING her. Her breath came in small gasps. ::

“Let’s go somewhere QUIET…”

:: She lightly pushed him away as she got off her stool. He paid for his drink and then tossed his right arm around her waist, his hand just lightly grazing her butt. He nuzzled the top of her head with his lips, giving her tiny kisses. She walked towards the bathrooms in the club, knowing there usually was a janitor’s closet near them. She bypassed both bathrooms and the guy let out a little moan in anticipation. She opened the door, checking behind them that NOBODY was looking and pushed him inside. She shut the door behind her and he immediately pressed her up against the door, kissing her neck while his hands were tugging at her dress’ hemline. ::

Guy: “Oh my god, you are so gorgeous…”

:: He began to slowly kneel down, his eyes looking up at Cass, making eye contact with her and he began the process of what he hoped to accomplish. When he was on his knees, his eyes never leaving hers, she began to kneel down as well. His energy…it was too much. She softly kissed him on the lips and then ran her fingers of both hands through his hair. His breath had quickened and his hands were now grasping her butt. He pulled her to him, falling backwards gently until she was on top of him. Soon they were kissing, Cass shuddering in anticipation of her first energy intake, the guy shuddering because of…well, OTHER things. Her hands grasped the back of his neck gently and…psionically started draining him of his energy. Suddenly the guy began to struggle, kicking his legs and flailing his arms. Because Cass was still kissing him, his screams were muffled. She gripped his neck tightly, still draining him and she watched as his skin took on a grey pallor. His movements slowly stilled and he fell limp on the floor. She stood up and nodded. Though his skin was extremely grey, he’d wake up in the morning good as new…and wondering what the hell happened and how he got in the janitor’s closet. Cass shook back her hair. She felt more alive than ever before since her little meeting with Cameron back in the Clubhouse. She picked up her bag from the floor and opened the door a crack. The coast was clear and she slinked out of the janitor’s room and into the ladies’ bathroom. ::

<< and he was but ONE of SEVERAL victims who feel prey to seductive allure of the Six's newest team member, the psionic succubuss named RUBY. Now...about that need for a COVER UP? Or perhaps, a more discreet method to avoid detection?>>

<<FLASH!>>

Now that I know what we are dealing with, I can make arrangements for any people you feed on to be taken care of in a less haphazard manner. Additionally, I can find you people to drain AND develop contingencies for if you go too long without.

Cassandra, you are one of US now. What comes with that is us knowing and understanding one another. Do not be ashamed of who you are or how you are, but understand that we have enemies and those enemies would LOVE to get a shot at us. We cannot afford to leave several people semi-comatose in the middle of Cameron King's nightclub. If you need to feed in a situation like that we need to be able to have your back. Do we understand one another?


Nicolas stood as Haleigh caused a minor scene showing up. He was actually touched that she would come so quickly. Composing himself, he began to speak.

Haleigh. Cass here is a psionic succubus. She NEEDS to feed on psionic energy to survive. Her targets either die or, more often, fall unconscious for several hours. I need a team to scrub any stories concerning unconscious patrons from Club Envy for last night before anything gets started. I would also like you to advise us on the nest way to keep her fed in a way that is discreet. Given how upset Cass was I apologize if I was overly...alarmist.

"Nicolas, I wouldn’t do ANYTHING to jeopardize the Six. You know that right?”

Nicolas shook his head. Women. One question and everyone jumps to conclusions.

I know you would not knowingly do any such thing. As much as Haleigh knows I have faith in her ability to handle this, hence why I initiated this meeting. But it never hurts to ask and answer the questions before you, even if the answers at first seem evident.

We lost EVERYTHING once already. I am simply making certain that i's are dotted and t's crossed. Because in spite of our confidence now Cass could have easily been discovered last night

<< The road to hell is often paved with good intentions. even as Nicolas and Haleigh helped her and come up with a "sustainable" plan, they over estimate their discretion in this matter, forgetting that sometimes...even the smallest details, secrets and loose ends can be a deadly thing for anyone apart of the Six. Cass may have just gained another level of trust and understanding from the Six, but by no means is her confession of last night the end of the fall out from it.>>

<<FLASH!>>

"And THANKFULLY...for the most part everybody has behaved. No giant messes to clean up...Except Security detail DID alert me of several patrons passed out in strange places throughout Envy last night...I'm assuming it's the handy work of Cassandra...I might have to set her straight about not leaving bodies around a nightclub owned by one of The Six..."

[he shook his head]

"You know what? Screw it...somebody ELSE can talk to her...I've done enough this weekend. I am just looking for some good food, a nice glass of wine and a heartfelt and low key evening.."

<< All of these seemingly random moments from the most recent time thread may make you wonder just WHAT is coming? Danger is nothing new to the Six, but some threats are more terrifying, more unsettling than others and often there is a lesson to be learned.>>

<< Beware...and watch...>>

 

[Isis]

The Parthenon

:: Night time at the Parthenon, the hub of style, taste and luxury for the upscale traveler, high society and the rest of the rich, powerful people with money to burn.::

:: The STAR of the Parthenon is Dominique Deveraux, the mysterious, glamorous chanteuse who also calls this place her home over 50 % of the time.::

:: But Dominique is more than a mere songstress. She's a powerful sorceress, channeling the magicks of the egyptian goddess of magick and rebirth, ISIS, who's name she uses as her own codename. She's ALSO 1/3rd of the Sisterhood, the controlling triad of the "Inner Circle" which rules over the Hellfire Club. She is the Black Queen of the Inner Circle. Finally, and perhaps most importantly, she is the sole living relative of Six member, Nicolas King, a.k.a. Rampage. His deceased mother is her sister. His FATHER is the demon god Set. In her covenent with the goddess Isis, Dominique is charged with safe guarding Nicolas, ensuring that his blood does NOT open the doorway for Set to escape the oblivion she damned him to during the traumatic caper in which the Six and Sisterhood were forced to join together to fight Set.::

:: It is a task that Dominique has fullfilled in duty, but only RECENTLY has she come to form an actual relationship with her nephew. Indeed, the two have come far in their relationship and thus, her relationship with the Six has changed as well. No longer an "enemy" but not a "friend" either. Somewhere in between. Some of them she can tolerate more than others. One of them she recently enjoyed a torrent physical affair with, and ANOTHER STILL, she recently gave the gift of song to at a special party and she even participated in a special collaborative effort featuring her own record lable- Black Diamond, along with Zenith Group and House of Spectra. ::

:: But this was all now in the recent past, nearly 2 months ago.::

:: Since that time she has carried on her own life, which she has managed to keep quite private and mysterious, even to her colleagues in the Sisterhood as well as her nephew, Nicolas.::

:: Indeed, not much is known about Dominique Deveraux outside of her presence and persona in the music industry or at the parthenon and it's only a "persistent rumour, her affiliation with the Hellfire Club. Almost NO ONE outside of the Six knows her to be ISIS and what of her life, her past BEFORE she suddenly appeared in New York? Well, aside from the tragic backstory of Nicolas' birth, THAT is largely a mystery too.::

:: But tonight of all nights, Dominique is about to find herself in a position and role she wouldn't readily imagine.::

:: Earlier in the evening, she wrapped up a 4 song set to a warm reception in the Starlight Lounge, where loyal fans and travelers alike gathered to enjoy the evening with her entertainment.::

:: Even though she delievered an excellent performance, her mind...her SOUL was not centered.::

:: For several weeks now, her spirit had been troubled. There was a growning unbalance in the land around her, a growing sphere of NEGATIVITY that almost...HURT!::

:: It had been troubling her even when Nicolas and his group were last here and NOW? It was giving her sleepless nights, visions where she saw...FELT the screams of people in utter terror! INNOCENTS! But why was SHE registering this distress!? The only thing that troubled her MORE than the impressions themselves, was the fact that SHE of all people was apparently perceiving them more so than any other psi sensitive or mystic around her in the immediate radius around the Parthenon.::

:: In the comfort and privacy of her luxury suite in the parthenon. The sorceress pours herself a flute of HEMLOCK, the curious libation that is a delight to magickal beings but utterly DEADLY to non magick users/beings.::

:: But even THAT only brings momentary comfort.::

:: She attempts to settle in her master bedroom, in her large, plush bed. But sleep is elusive and peace is completely beyond her reach...::

:: Tossing and turning, her beautiful face is contorted with distress::

uggnnnnn.....

who is.....who is this...crying out!?

 

[Seer]

The cries of the innocent

Several miles away, in a suburban area, near an elementary school, a boy and a girl named Mark and Jill run from some unseen attackers.


<< Less than an hour ago, these two children were happily tucked away in the soft warm beds, until a "FLASH BANG" startled them from their precious slumber just in time for them to see their parents brutally murdered, their blood splattering on the walls behind them.>>

<< Mark, who is 11 and quite athletic, manages to grab his barely 9 year old sister Jill, and flee the house. But they flee into a cold night and are scared for their LIVES. Their FEAR radiates from them like a beacon. One that is being REGISTERED by a most unlikely source...>>

<< FLASH!>>

:: Tossing and turning, her beautiful face is contorted with distress::

uggnnnnn.....

who is.....who is this...crying out!?

<< The fear and terror of the innocent, it is a POWERFUL force that would be felt by a select few, including (though she didn't know it) the woman who was the avatar for the egyptian goddess of rebirth and magick. Isis of legend was a protector of the innocent, especially children.>>

<< Mark and Jill FLEE for their lives, scared to death of the people who follow them.>>

Jill: <<huffing and panting with pain and breathlessness>> Mark....PLEASE...can't we stop...JUST FOR A MINUTE!?

<< The children DID manage to put considerable distance between themselves and their shadowed attackers for a moment, having made it from their home to their school.>> Now Running close to a swing set.>>

Mark: NO SIS. We've gotta keep running! You saw what they did to mom and dad! If we stay still...even for a MINUTE, they'll find us...they'll GET US!

Jill: But MARK....my legs....I can't keep up with you like this....I...

<< BLAM!>>

Mark: ARGGHH!!!


<< Mark is shot from behind. Falling to the ground, Mark tells Jill to run!>>

Jill: NO! NO I won't leave you!

Mark: If you don't run, they'll CATCH YOU!

Jill: PLEASE....SOMEONE HELP US!!!

<<FLASH!>>

:: ISIS BOLTS UPRIGHT in her bed with a gasp and a START of shock and dismay. The look in her wide opal blue eyes says it all... she SEES, FEELS the TERROR. She hears the cries of this little girl!

<< Three shadowed forms of adults loom over the two children now>>


Purifier 1: There's no help coming for you, gene-joke.

Purifier 2: It's too late for you. Judgement is now upon you.

Mark: What do you want!?

Purifier 3: << a woman, standing in the middle of the trio and one step ahead of the other two>> We are PURIFIERS, young man.

<< Pulling a powerful, high tech fire arm from her holster>>

Purifier 3: And by now, our intentions should be obvious.

<< Jill cries with fear and anguish as the woman points her weapon at the children.>>

Purifier 3: Don't cry little girl. I'm about to send you....to your PARENTS!

<< Mark, the brave, bold and vital little boy who dreamed of being an olympic athlete, SCREAMS with grief and rage>>

Mark: You...KILLED OUR PARENTS! WHY!?

<< And at that moment, a curious, wonderous thing begins to happen, as GREEN sparkling electricity begins to spark and FLARE FROM HIS EYES!? Mark, under extreme distress, is now manifesting his latent MUTANT POWER for the first time! But the manifestation would be as BRIEF as his moment of rage...>>

Purifier 3: Them...and YOU.

<< With no hesitation or any emotion, she pulls the trigger, firing upon Mark. Blood splatters over Jill's terrified face and her clothes. She holds up a trembling, blood stained hand>>

Jill: W....why....

<< She asks weaky, as she trembles and tears stream down her face>>

<< The woman fires AGAIN, blasting Jill, killing her, and then placing the weapon back in its holster. She stands with her two fellow purifiers over the dead children, only NOW answering Jill's last question.>>

Purifier: You died because you did not have the right to live. Both of you. Your parents died for bringing demon seeds into this world.

<< Pointing to the swing set and directing the two male purifiers>>

Hoist their bodies up now. This mission has already taken longer than it should. The mutant boy's latent powers allowed him to evade us far longer than we anticipated.

<< A short time later, Mark hangs dead from the swing set with a signed that says “Mutie” hanging from his neck. Jill hangs next to him, as the swing set eeriely rocks back and forth.>>

<< The Purifiers take a moment to admire their work and "object lesson" they have left for the unsuspecting children and adults who will arrive at the school tommorow.>>

Purifier 1: The wind is still at our backs. We've managed to cleanse the city of a few more mutant filth.

Purifier 3: This is not the wind, this is the hand of god! The work of the righteous is ALWAYS successfull.

<< the winds HOWL and a golden column of energy BEAMS down between the Purifiers and the dead children. the children's bodies VANISH from their hanging positions in a shower of golden orbs, and reappear on an alter that was constructed, by MAGICK.>>

Icy, ANGRY voice: There is NOTHING righteous about what you've done tonight, MONSTERS.

PURIFIER 3: What manner of WITCHCRAFT is this? WHO DARES!?

 

[Isis]

Isis strikes

:: Isis, in her costume as the Black Queen, emerges from the column of golden energy::

:: She looks upon them...like a terrifying bird of prey, as halos of magick form around her gloved hands::

More than mere WITCHCRAFT, murderer, I am ISIS, the GODDESS of magick and REBIRTH.

The blood of these children, their CRIES lead me here. Their deaths shall NOT go unavenged.

Purifier 1: Oh REALLY? All i see is another filthy mutant n****** playing at being the wicked witch of the east.

:: Isis looks upon the man who hurls his insults, unmoved, unfazed by them::

Bigotry based on genetics and skin color? That's so pathetic it's almost QUAINT.

:: She says with icy contempt::

Purifier 2: You want to get involved in this, witch? You can JOIN them. This is OUR world. There's NO PLACE for the devil's children to walk god's green earth!

Purifier 3: Whoever you are, you've just signed your DEATH WARRANT. We are the PURIFIERS and our mission is a HOLY ONE.

:: Isis shifts, to face the female, who appears to be in charge of this group::

You serve no "god" *I* recognize. You MURDERED these innocent children and you DARE to justify that as "HOLY!?"

Purifer 2: Commander, cerebra scanner is registering her energy signature of the charts! She's an omega level magick user! But I can't get any other bio scans or even a local DMV file pulled up on her...its as if she doesnt exist...maybe she's just an apparition!?

Purifier 3: Don't be absurd. She's just another mutant. No matter how POWERFUL she may be...she's. JUST. ANOTHER. MUTANT. And what do we do with mutant FILTH!?

All 3: GUN HER!

:: To give them credit, these Purifiers are definitely locked and loaded to the hilt with powerful energy weapons. They draw and fire with form and speed, but its NOT ENOUGH.::

:: Isis doesnt move. As the blasts charge for her, her opal blue eyes glow, turning solid white as chimes sound off and she TRANSFORMS into her EXPLOSIVE SAND CLOUD FORM. The winds HOWL as her sand cloud form explodes and expands, swirling with VIOLENT effect around the area.::

:: Her voice can be heard with haunting resonance all around them::

Your weapons and power are FINITE. Your minds and your "Mission" are PATHETIC and now? Your lives have ENDED!

:: Isis' explosive sand cloud form ENVELOPES the purifiers. She begins to scour and RAVAGE THEM, completely tearing them apart on all levels. Their screams are almost swallowed by the eerie howl of the winds in her form and soon, all that's left? are SKELETONS that now lay on the ground, partially clothed by the tattered, torn, shredded remains of their uniforms.::

:: Soon, Isis returns to her regular human form, standing over the skeletons::

You will NEVER hurt ANYONE again.

:: Soon, she turns to face the bodies of the children. Slowly drawing near, she reaches forward and removes the "MUTIE" sign that was hanging around Mark's neck. CRUSHING it in her gloved hand, the paper vanishes in a swirl of golden orbs::

I regret that I....could not get here...to YOU sooner, children.

:: Isis says with a pained tone in her voice as she reaches forward and solemnly closes both childrens' eyes::

THIS is what I've been sensing...night after night.

The negativity...the VIOLENCE it's so focused...so methodical. And it extends to the weakest and most innocent victims!

:: She looks back at the skeletal remains of the purifiers she just destroyed::

I will not allow this to continue.

:: She says...seething with ANGER. She raises her hands and VANISHES, as do the bodies of the fallen children.::

:: She will see they are properly buried. But she LEAVES the skeletal remains of the purifiers, HOPING their companions will find them...and TREMBLE WITH FEAR.::

 

[Seer]

And so it begins

<< Isis vanishes into the night. She does not speak of this incident to anyone and she BLOCKS Nicolas King from being able to divine it from their familial rapport. All he'll be able to sense, is that she was at one point restless, another ANGRY, and finally completely cold.>>

<< She has killed before, for various reasons. She was HELL BENT on killing on her own nephew at one point, to avenge her sister, his mother. But tonight was different.>>

<< The cries, the blood of those children, they would NOT be ignored by her soul. Was it ISIS, the protector of the weak and innocent moving through her? Or was it DOMINIQUE herself, still haunted by UNRESOLVED issues of ANGER surrounding the brutal victimization of her own sister at the hands of Set and then her sister's DEATH at the moment of Nicolas' birth and she herself being POWERLESS to stop any of it at that time, but NOW posessing more than enough power to do something?>>

<< Whatever the case, Dominique Deveraux, a.k.a. ISIS, was awakened in a way in a way few had seen SINCE the Six first encountered her. There was a focus...and there was WRATH. WOE be unto the person...or GROUP who earned either one. >>

<< A WEEK has passed. Dominique's brutal murder of 3 people has seemingly gone unnoticed, or better yet UNEXPLAINED, by most NORMAL channels. But there are those select elite FEW that were ALSO stirred the same night she was, to various effects.>>

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<< FLASH!>>

<<L.A.>>

<< Various members of the Six had returned to their lives in L.A. following the beautiful weekend affair celebrating Blaze Victory, a.k.a Firebird, her official adoption by Karen Victoria, a.k.a. Shadow Weaver, and the RETURN of XS to Blaze's ownership courtesy of Nicolas King, Alycia Barnett, a.k.a. Charope and Michael Armstrong, a.k.a. Arsenal.>>

<<Cassandra Johnson had returned to mananging the operations of After-Dark. She had grown so much over the past two months as a newly liberated woman AND in her various relationships among the Six.>>

<< Haleigh Davidoff, a.k.a Black Widow & Zachary Armani a.k.a., Orion were now the only "resident couple" in Melrose Place. Morgan Victoria, a.k.a. Spellbinder, was still ABSENT and the ONLY member of the Six Haleigh had NOT seen since her return two months ago. Delilah Trelevan, a.k.a. MorningStar was also away from Melrose, in a perpetual state of transition and a "long term guest" at the Parthenon for the time being. She wasn't quite sure just WHERE she was going or what she would do, but whatever the case may be, she did NOT want to be "tethered to the Six" right now. Too bad she forgot that the fates had a way of tying people and lives together as they will, with or WITHOUT consent or approval. Haleigh informed Zach she was traveling back to NYC to check on Delilah and update her on the research about Alexia's "condition". Zach said he was following, as he had urgent business in NYC as well. Haleigh ALSO would be meeting Cameron for lunch. In the weeks that passed since the confrontations between Haleigh and Alycia/Zach and Cameron, Haleigh had did something of an "about face" on some of her behaviors and reached out to Alycia. Alycia responded in kind. Soon, a solid line of communication was established and eventually, Cameron and Haleigh followed suit. It couldn't have happened at a better time.>>

<< Haleigh, Cameron and Delilah were meeting for lunch this afternoon, it would proove to be a most eventfull lunch indeed.>>

<< Blaze and Sally Spectra recently RETURNED to NYC, to work on plans for the upcoming official launch of Blaze's own brand, "Fire La Vedette". They invited Cass to join them, unaware that Cass herself was on a collision course with truth and consequences.>>

<< It had been a rather eventful day at Zenith already. Even as wild news reports about the grisly discovery at the school park just outside the city were finally starting to gain traction on various news networks, Dominique Deveraux arrived on the floor of Cameron's executive office, intending to see Cameron, whether she had an appointment or not. Simon Pratt happened to be there as well AND he had an appointment. Indeed, Dominique had grown QUITE cold and stand-offish. This was apparent when she sent Simon Pratt flying over the desk of Cameron King's receptionist when he attempt to bar her way into Cameron's office when she sought him out...in a MOMENT where she allowed herself to think it MIGHT be a good idea to talk to someone about what she'd done When Simon inserted himself in her way, Dominique lashed out with a ferocity that CAMERON had not seen since he first met her. When he tried to see about her, she rebuffed him and VANISHED in FRONT of the hapless receptionist, leaving him just as baffled as Simon and Nicolas at her behavior.>>

<< Dominique wasn't the only one who was showing signs of agitation lately. Ava Cassadine, a.k.a. Persephone, who had been suffering from haunting nightmares from an ordeal SHE suffered before the events of the Blue Moon, was showing signs of fatigue and irritation due to lack of sleep and growing distress.>>

<< Even though Haleigh and the others were in town, Ava remained low key, taking "the day off" from work even, wanting some time to herself. But her distress was so strong that it registered with one person who would find HER way directly to Ava in this, her time of need, no matter what. Ava would receive a visitor from an unlikely but FRIENDLY face.>>

<< Nicolas, who had returned to his work with his own company and his supporting role in the House of Spectra, decided to follow the others, mainly because he wanted to see about Dominique, who thus far had REFUSED to answer any of his attempts at contacting her. He received urgent communication from Cameron about the incident at his office, which made him seak Dominique out all the more aggressively. He assured Cameron he would find her and get to the bottom of what was going on. They were BOTH concerned for her. But would that matter to HER? >>


<< He makes his way to see his aunt, unaware that he's not the only one who's seeking information from or ABOUT Dominique.>>

---------------------------------

<<FLASH!>>

<< Elsewhere in NYC>>

<< There stands a mysterious building, strong and sturdy among the NYC skyline. It is known simply as The Clock Tower.>>

<< This building "hides in plain sight". People are aware of it, but not quite sure what it's for or who it belongs to. That's just it's owner likes it.>>

<< Inside this curious place, there's at least ONE surprising, yet FAMILIAR face. Vivica Lennox, a.k.a. Recall.>>

<< The woman, who's own orbit around the Six had begun to overlap in a much tighter, closer pattern, was full of surprises. Definitely, as Blaze said, more than meets the eye. Her destiny was NOT to JOIN the Six, but definitely to have an impact on it. One that begins to become clear now with the revelation that she is one of the RIGHTFUL inhabitants of this building. Her colleague, the OWNER of this building, is Oracle. >>

<< Oracle is just as mysterious as the building that serves as her base of operations, she sits at the center of one of the most powerful computer hubs in the country, access to virtually any and ALL information networks and resources, along with technology. In her hands, information and knowledge are POWER beyond measure.>>

<< Yet, despite all of this, her CURRENT search on one, Dominique Deveraux is prooving to be ALARMINGLY fruitless, while information and alerts on the PURIFIERS is pouring in from various sources. This is a perplexing mystery for both her AND her colleague, Vivica, who is a vertiable fountain of knowledge and information herself.>>

<< Still, they continue their research and discussion on Dominique, as well as the need to gather others who can help them with an emerging crisis, one that not even the Six has begun to grasp the scope of yet.>>

 

[Prophet]

NYC - Balthazar Restaurant

The last two months had been incredibly busy for Cameron King, both professionally and personally. The Zenith Group was doing very well as it always did. When Cameron returned to New York City following the Viper Caper he began his meteoric rise to the top of the business world once again, bringing his five most successful and trusted business associates and colleagues together to create The Zenith Group. Pooling their resources and connections they had truly created an empire with Cameron at the helm. Each of them divided their time between personal projects and board business, never stepping on each other's toes and always realizing that their success was dependent on the success of each other. It was a perfect synergy of the right ideas and the right execution and Cameron couldn't have been happier. Right now he was spending most of his time welcoming the newest member of the board, Ava Cassadine find her way within The Zenith Group and trusting her with taking the helm of The Parthenon International Brand's expansion into Paris, with Simon Pratt as her Chief Liasion. Both of them had proved to be exceptional and insightful employees and things were moving along quite well in Paris. Everything in GENERAL seemed to be going smoothly.

The only hiccup had been a rather BIZARRE series of events involving Dominique Devereaux. Dominique had always had a habit of popping in on Cameron at work unannounced and he had almost come to EXPECT it from her. But ever since Cameron had registered an INTENSE and EMOTIONAL distress signal from her a few months ago, she had made herself incredibly unavailable...even to him. He had reached out a few times casually but he knew how Dominique was and he was respect her constant need for privacy. But when she LAUNCHED Simon Pratt across the reception hall and stormed out he knew that she was FAR from okay. As good as she was at guarding herself, Cameron had somewhat of a unique and intimate insight into how Dominique functioned and he could sense that she was going through something that was set out to DESTROY her. Still...she was a part of The Sisterhood, and while he respected her as a woman and business associate, he was NOT in the business of helping THEM out as a whole. If Dominique needed something from him again, she would find him.

Outside of The Zenith Group and Dominique's latest 'performance', Cameron had reached a deeper level of committment and understanding with Alycia Barnett who didn't seem like she was going anywhere anytime soon. The thought both comforted and terrified Cameron, who had never really been in a serious relationship with a woman. The experience was new and exciting and Alycia seemed to share the same reservations as he did, which made them a perfect pair for the moment. They had gotten through Haleigh's return and though it had been tumultuous, they seemed to have grown closer from it, often spending their free time with each other on romantic dates in various places around the city. He had also been busy subtling keeping tabs on Delilah who was icy at best these days. The two were still close but Cameron couldn't help but worry about her. When he wasn't working or with with Alycia, he was beginning to fix the things that had gone wrong during his conversation with Haleigh as well as his relationship with Vivica. Haleigh and him had for the most part ignored their 'reunion' and both seemed determined to move on in a more positive direction, though Cameron was more uneasy about the situation than he had originally planned on.

The culmination of all of this work was the lunch he was sitting at right now with Haleigh and Delilah. The group had decided to have a casual and fun outting at one of the best and most delicious lunch spots in the city, Balthazar Restaurant. A french bistro that made the most delicious panninis, salads and other french fare without being pretentious about it. Although Cameron RARELY had TIME to leave The Parthenon, he took every opportunity he could to scale the castle walls so to speak, and this place was one of his favorites. He sipped on a Moscow Mule as the three of them sat at a beautiful table outside in front of the restaurant. The city was warm and sunny and the scenery was beautiful. He overlooked his menu as Delilah and Haleigh did the same.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving. Work has been crazy today....Ava took the day off so I've been forced to make Simon the point person for the day. He's doing surprisingly well...but he also knows i'm watching him like a hawk...."

The waiter came by and placed a bowl of fresh baked italian bread on the table along with a plate with olive oil garnished with a beautiful and delicious balsamic reduction. Cameron's eyes lit up.

"Thank God...CARBS!"

Cameron broke off a piece of bread as dipped it into the olive oil and ate it as he set down his menu for a second and took a moment to people watch. He smiled at Haleigh.

"It's beautiful out today...I think the hype is finally dying down over that Avenger mess....nobody's came up and asked for an autograph yet! I'm sure that makes YOU happy...but I gotta admit...I love seeing the look on your face EVERYTIME..."

[looking over to Delilah]

"I swear the other day...I thought she was going to full on punch this guy who asked her to sign his ass...which I don't know why, Davidoff...It was a pretty CUTE one.."

He scooped another piece of bread from the bowl.

"Hmm...speaking of cute asses...how IS Andrew Murphy doing, Delilah?"

Cameron laughed as he dunked the bread in the oil and ate another piece.

 

[Black Widow]

NYC -- Balthazar

Haleigh sat back in her chair, liking over the menu, trying to function normally even though she didn't feel her best. Her head was splitting, it felt like. At least it was taking her attention away from the awkward vibes she was getting from Cameron. It was like he was always on the lookout for some surprise kiss attack now. Like he felt he had to defend himself and his budding relationship with Alycia.

Things had gotten marginally better with Haleigh and Cameron, but they hadn't been alone together since that night. Even now, they were having lunch, and Haleigh was thankful that Delilah was there, not just for the pleasure of her company, but also as a 'chaperone'. Because there was no way the aborted kiss could be a more compelling topic of discussion than Delilah's baby woes, and 80% of the successful recovery of their relationship depended on no-one ever mentioning the ill-fated kiss again.

Cameron: I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving.

"Eh... I have a migraine robbing me of my appetite."

She ran her systems diagnostics as Cameron talked shop. Hydration levels -- fine, blood sugar -- normal, heart rate and body temp within acceptable range.... In other words I'm perfectly fine, except my brain feels like it has it's own heartbeat.

"I'm sure Simon will do fine. Don't micro-manage him TOO much. It may be better in the long run for him to make mistakes right now."

The waiter delivered bread and olive oil. Haleigh chuckled as Cameron saluted carbs. He dug in quickly, and Haleigh accepted a slice, nibbling a bit.

Cameron: It's beautiful out today...I think the hype is finally dying down over that Avenger mess....nobody's came up and asked for an autograph yet! I'm sure that makes YOU happy...but I gotta admit...I love seeing the look on your face EVERYTIME...

Haleigh adjusted her aviator style Raybans.

"Yeah well I think they just haven't recognized me yet."

Cameron: I swear the other day...I thought she was going to full on punch this guy who asked her to sign his ass...which I don't know why, Davidoff...It was a pretty CUTE one..

"PLEASE. I have zero patience for that shit. I don't know where his ass has been!"

Cameron: Hmm...speaking of cute asses...how IS Andrew Murphy doing, Delilah?

Haleigh wasn't really taking part in the conversation. She tried to push herself to be a 'good friend', but her headache was enough to deal with. She wondered if she should call Sawbones. She resolved to wait until after lunch. If eating didn't solve the riddle, she would seek his help.

 

[MorningStar]

Balthazar

Delilah was sitting at their table, bored, flipping her Tiffany sunglasses up and down on her face. She was dressed casually in black leather pants and a grey sweater with black lace up ankle boots.

"Work has been crazy today....Ava took the day off so I've been forced to make Simon the point person for the day."

She looked over at him.

“Obviously not so crazy you can’t duck out for a two hour lunch…and I’m surprised Ava has climbed down off Simon long enough for him to get any work done.”

She turned to Haleigh and smiled.

“Or so I hear.”

She dropped her glasses down onto the table. Cam and Haleigh were talking more of that “Haleigh being famous” bullshit. Yeah, cause MORE publicity was what they all needed.

“Maybe you should change your face again, Hales. Perhaps someone younger this time? That doesn’t get migraines?”

People signing asses…blah blah blah…

"Hmm...speaking of cute asses...how IS Andrew Murphy doing, Delilah?"

Delilah winked over at him.

“Satisfying.”

She took a long drink of beer and helped herself to a piece of bread, tearing it off in pieces and popping them into her mouth. Reaching to the table to pick up her phone, she flipped through her camera roll and held up a picture of
Andrew, smiling sleepily amidst a tangle of rumpled sheets.

“Trust me, he’s fine. And if you’re nice to me, I might let you borrow him one of these days, Cam.”

She eyed the two of them, then shrugged.

“Or both of you.”

 

[Rampage]

Early morning meditation? Check.

Power suit? Check.

Checking on your wayward aunt who, after making closer overtures than EVER to you suddenly closed her mind TO you after you sensed some agitation followed by ANGER weeks ago only to be actively avoiding you even though you have business together AND she just confided in you that she was on the cusp of making a decision or decisions that could result in a nebulous threat to her safety? Working on it.

Nicolas emerged from his Veyron, heading upstairs in what looked like an modest office building from the outside...

...but doubled as the state-of-the-art New York HQ of his father's, and now HIS, company...Magnusson shipping.

Entering quickly, he nodded absently at the pretty receptionist that was apparently willing, according to the thoughts in her head, to do something REALLY nasty with him. He winked at her and wondered if she could even DO what she was thinking with her body for a second, then refocused.

Aunt D. WTF. Head upstairs Nic.

He walked into her office suite. Her itinerary said she would be here for some time this morning; she believed that she had a full schedule, but all of the next 2 hours belonged to him. Walking smoothly past her assistant he knocked on the door jamb and entered smoothly, hands in his pockets. He cleared his throat.

Ms. Devereaux? Your nine o'clock AND ten o'clock are both here to take you to brunch.

Quickly giving away his mild deception with a nod to her assistant who was none the wiser, Nicolas was determined to have some of his aunt's time and make sure she was OK. Walking over, he offered his hand to help her up.

 

[Isis]

Magnusson shipping- Dominique's office suite

:: By this later time in the morning, Dominique HAD calmed down and composed herself. Her violent reaction to Simon was an unfortunate convergence of circumstance and mental distress. Cameron knew her well, better than MOST, with the exception of Nicolas, but even his unique audience with her only went so far. Still, the fact that in a moment of "weakness", she attempted to go to HIM spoke to how she must have felt about him even though they had tapered off their PHYSICAL affair weeks ago. THAT was a mutually agreed upon development with no hard feelings. They still enjoyed a chemistry that defied the expections of anyone who knew of the Black Queen and Prophet on a surface level. These last few days? Even Cameron was concerned. THAT defied his deep seated enmity for The Sisterhood, a group Isis was still 1/3rd of. But Cameron also knew enough to get Nicolas involved after Dominique launched Simon Pratt across his receptionst's desk. Something WAS wrong, but not in the way some might think.::

:: Nicolas was on it like a heat seeking missile. Like Cameron, he knew Dominique had no problem with cutting ANYONE off, including him. But he was willing to press past the red line she established for others, when he felt it was truly urgent...for his sake OR her's. Despite their violent revelations leading to the Set caper, Dominique and Nicolas had many overlapping connections now, including the fact that SHE sat on the board of directions for HIS company. His company handled all the logistics for HER record lable, Black Diamond and BOTH of them had associations with Zenith Group, Spectra Couture and House of Spectra, and most recently, Dominique inked a contract with Liquid Crystal Images to handle all of Black Diamond's photography, imaging and video needs. They may have been "enemies" in theory, but ALL of them understood the logic of MAKING MONEY ::

:: But at the moment, even BUSINESS was not at the forefront of Dominique's mind::

:: Dominique sat in her office, quite still as she looked to be deep in thought.::

:: on her desk, a file, opened, with a black and white 8 X 10 of William Stryker, a member of the HELLFIRE CLUB...and an ATHAME now JAMMED into the picture, standing upright. NOT a good sign on it's own, but this was much more than awkward or scarey. The Black Queen of the Hellfire Club's Inner Circle had just made a member of the Hellfire Club her TARGET!::

You....TRAITOR! Your TREACHERY shall not go UNPUNISHED. I should have struck you down BEFORE, when I learned the TRUTH about how you came to be Sharon Kelly's successor as senator for New York.

:: She heard...FELT someone coming. Her opal blue eyes shift toward the double doors. Her pulse quickened, as she prepared to stand up and OPEN FIRE with her magicks! ::

He walked into her office suite. Her itinerary said she would be here for some time this morning; she believed that she had a full schedule, but all of the next 2 hours belonged to him. Walking smoothly past her assistant he knocked on the door jamb and entered smoothly, hands in his pockets. He cleared his throat.

Ms. Devereaux? Your nine o'clock AND ten o'clock are both here to take you to brunch.

Quickly giving away his mild deception with a nod to her assistant who was none the wiser, Nicolas was determined to have some of his aunt's time and make sure she was OK. Walking over, he offered his hand to help her up.

:: Dominique RELAXED , her pulse regulated, her instinct to attack passed. BUT she was still mildly irritated.::

Nicolas King!

:: She said in a rather reprimanding done as she fixed her eyes unwaveringly on him::

Shut the doors.

:: Before she would leave with him, she wanted a word in assured privacy, here in her office. She gestured him to take a seat and composed herself once more, slowly sighing::

I knew it was only a matter of time before you showed up.

:: She looked at him looking at her file, the picture and the ATHAME she'd slammed down into it. She noticeably didn't bother to remove it.::

I assumed Cameron King called you after I...dealt with his over eager protege, Simon Pratt, this morning?

I do not suffer the arrogance of ANYONE who thinks they can interfere or obstruct me.

 

[Prophet]

NYC - Balthazar Restaurant

Haleigh: "Eh...I have a migraine robbing me of my appetite.."

Cameron cocked an eyebrow at Haleigh.

"Since when do you get migraines? I thought you couldn't even get SICK..."

Delilah: "Obviously not so crazy you can't duck out for a two hour lunch...and I'm suprised Ava has climbed down off Simon long enough for him to get any work done."

He laughed and rolled his eyes at Delilah. It was interesting to say the least, to watch Ava and Simon working together. The connection between them was already a lot stronger than Cameron had anticipated and it could be seen everytime the two of them interacted.

Haleigh: "I'm sure Simon will do fine. Don't micro-manage him TOO much. It may be better in the long run for him to make mistakes right now."

"You're telling me. They've been good for the most part, but sometimes being in the same room as them feels like being on the set of a late night CINEMAX movie...though not this week. Something has been bothering Ava..I can tell...and it's not Simon. Something is up with her..but you know her, she's not going to tell anybody anything unless she absolutely has to...That is..."

[looking at Haleigh]

"Unless her sister might have the scoop?"

The topic switched to Haleigh's newfound fame because of The Avengers Initiative. None of them were impressed by her little foray into the public eye, especially considering everything that happened with Bishop, and Delilah took this moment to play around with Haleigh for a moment.

Delilah: “Maybe you should change your face again, Hales. Perhaps someone younger this time? That doesn’t get migraines?”

Cameron laughed loudly.

"Something tells me that if she dies and winds up on the other side AGAIN...we won't WANT to see the face they give her!"

The three of them laughed as Cameron made mention of Andrew, to which Delilah smiled. This was a good sign. At least she was softening a little bit. A few weeks ago she would have smacked him in the face and told him it was none of his goddamn business. Baby Steps.

Delilah: Satisfying.

"I'll Bet..."

Delilah took a sip of her beer as she picked up her phone, thumbing through her Camera Roll before stopping on a picture of a shirtless Andrew on the bed.

"Damn..."

Delilah: "Trust me, he’s fine. And if you’re nice to me, I might let you borrow him one of these days, Cam...or BOTH of you."

"Delilah!"

He gave her a playful punch on the shoulder as he looked over at Haleigh and then quickly back at his Moscow Mule, taking a sip.

"Hmm...I LIKE the fact that you are all too willing to pimp out that tasty little morsel...but I don't think I would get the greenlight from Alycia."

The waiter came up and began to take their orders.

"I'll take the roasted lamb sandwich and uh..."

Cameron shook his empty cocktail glass and winked at the waiter.

"Keep these coming please and thank you?"

After the girls ordered they were left alone once again.

"Well...I'm glad we're doing this...but is anybody else a little nervous lately? It's been a little...TOO long since something has tried to kill us or attack us. What's up with that? You think people are finally going to start leaving us alone?"

[thinking for a moment]

"Plus...I think something is going on with The Sisterhood. Invoking circle of trust but something is definitely going on with Dominique Devereaux. Right after everybody went back to Los Angeles something happened to her. I don't know what but I picked up a crazy amount of distress from her suite...I've tried to contact her several times...and then she showed up into my office...WITHOUT an appointment like usual and proceeding to THROW Simon Pratt down the Reception Hall and LEFT...I talked to Nicolas...and I think he is going to try and talk to her..."

[taking a sip of his drink]

"But their relationship is murky at best...As much as I hate The Sisterhood...I do hope she's okay...She is the only part of that unholy alliance that I don't want to bludgeon with a blunt object.."

 

[Rampage]

:: Dominique RELAXED , her pulse regulated, her instinct to attack passed. BUT she was still mildly irritated.::

Nicolas King!

:: She said in a rather reprimanding done as she fixed her eyes unwaveringly on him::

Shut the doors.

:: Before she would leave with him, she wanted a word in assured privacy, here in her office. She gestured him to take a seat and composed herself once more, slowly sighing::

Before she relaxed, Nicolas noticed that she was in a classic attack stance. IN HER OFFICE. She pressed on, ignoring that fact but he did not. He ignored her motion to sit at first as he took a moment to look at her, the scientist taking over. Satisfied for the moment, he closed the door and took a seat.

I knew it was only a matter of time before you showed up.

:: She looked at him looking at her file, the picture and the ATHAME she'd slammed down into it. She noticeably didn't bother to remove it.::

I assumed Cameron King called you after I...dealt with his over eager protege, Simon Pratt, this morning?

I do not suffer the arrogance of ANYONE who thinks they can interfere or obstruct me.

Nicolas looked at the picture and noted the name under it: William Stryker. He also noticed the ceremonial dagger standing in the middle of the picture. At the mention of Simon he smirked, realizing that the kid had no idea how dangerous the women he dealt with actually WERE.

Cameron DID call me. But you know I could less than a damn about you pushing Simon Pratt. I am concerned because I have sensed distress from you, and then sensed you close off from me. I am well aware that everyone has their secrets, and I know that you can be a very private person. But we had a conversation about decisions in the making and how those might make you, for lack of a better term, a target. And now I notice all of this? No, this is not about Pratt. This is about you, and my responsibility to make sure you are OK.

Isis was formidable, and the people who knew her best knew there were lines that one should not cross. But toughness was a family trait, and Nicolas was determined to ensure his Aunt's safety and well-being. He sat, focused in on her and awaiting an answer to his questions.

 

[Firebird]

From the Parthenon to Witchcraft

It had been a busy couple of months for Blaze since Karen adopted her, she'd been touched by Foxfire's astral echo, she'd been presented with ownership of XS and her own brand, "Fire La Vedette", which she was now developing.

But she LIKED being busy. Her life had become much more alligned, the pieces seemed to fit perfectly now and she felt more like her sister Morgan, a woman who KNEW she could have it all- a career, success, friendship/family even some fun romance.

She didn't take any of the gifts she'd received lightly, NOR did she doubt the love of her Six Family, not anymore. Even her distress of Morgan's absence had calmed somewhat, even though she still MISSED her sister. Her relationship with her mother was becoming as close and strong as it was in her own native timeline and together, they helped steady each other.

At the moment, she was back in NYC, the Parthenon. She and Sally Spectra were busy working on the lines for the apparel and accessories line tie in to Fire La Vedette and wanted Cass to be one of her featured models for the debut of that tie in! She also had plans to recruit Cass, Vivica and Alycia for her debut burlesque performance at XS grand opening to the public.

After a productive late morning design/brain storming session, Sally declared it was time for brunch, complete with a variety of fresh mimosas. She was going to tap the staff of The Parthenon's La Bella Maffia to cater their private brunch but Blaze wanted to venture out, so instead, Sally summoned their luxe limo and they went to stylish little place called WITCHCRAFT of all things.

The three women sat together, enjoying an early afternoon of food and fellowship. Blaze was in a stylish outfit, which always contained at least ONE red piece, as that was her signature color.


She enjoyed a bite of her food and a long drink before looking at Sally and Cass.

"I left a message with Vivica that we were going to be in town, telling her that Sally wanted to meet her personally for a little meeting, but I didn't get a response. I tried her today too, just before we decided to head here, inviting her to meet us for brunch but still no luck. She's probably busy with her art gallery or something, I'm sure she'll respond when she can. "

"I'm really pleased with the progress I'm making on pulling the details for the big debut at XS together and Sally? I can't tell you enough how FOREVER grateful I am to you for lending your time and design talents. The sketches you whipped up have been amazing! This "tie in" idea Cameron had for Spectra was genius and with Cass here as one of her signature models, we're SURE to make a splash on the club and fashion circuit!"

 

[Oracle]

The Clocktower

“This does not make sense – it does not make sense at all. No sirree bob.”

Elizabeth York sat at a high-tech console in the penthouse of the building she both lived and worked in, called The Clocktower for the obvious reason that it had a huge Big-Ben style clock at the top of it. The apartment was a spacious open-plan, and the console was abutting the inside of one of the clock faces, so that she looked out of it while she worked. She flitted from screen to screen, performing multiple tasks at once, not pausing in the slightest as she moved from keypad to keypad. She was searching for something – someone - and she was not getting the results she wanted. This did not make her happy. But the information had to be there somewhere, and she wasn’t going to stop looking until she found it.

“Do me a favor, Viv – press that button over there. That one. Yes.”

Pause, as Vivica goes to press a red button on the far right station.

“No not that one! Oh god! Don’t press the red one! Holy Jesus!”

Her face was filled with fear and abhorrence. Then she laughed.

“Just kidding, I meant the red one.”

Elizabeth – “Zizi” to her friends, and pretty much everyone she met instantly became her friend – chuckled to herself. She had to keep her brain occupied somehow. But Viv was a good sport – she had known her for a year or so now, ever since Clandestine Intelligence had brought her to the Clocktower with a problem. Some lunatic had shot Vivica, and it had played havoc with her mutant abilities. She had been able to design a chip that could be surgically implanted in Vivica’s brain, allowing her to download her memories to a server. Ingenious, really, if she did say so herself. But the two had stayed friends, and after, colleagues. Zizi’s “day job” was teaching forensic technology at NYU, but when she sat at this computer console she was Oracle: information broker and computer expert to the super-powered community.

Zizi swiped at the console, causing one of the main monitors to project as if on a huge screen directly in the center of the room. She spun her wheelchair around to face Vivica, and held her index finger pointing up in the air.

“So. Dominique Devereaux. What do we know? Songstress, celebrity, record label magnate, Black Queen of the Hellfire Club. But what else?”

Pause.

“That’s right. Nothing. She didn’t exist two years ago. Seem strange to you? On the other hand…”

Pressing on a control pad on the arm of her chair, the information on the central screen changed.

“The Purifiers. Attacks all over the city. Strategic, calculated, and always directed at mutants and their families. There aren’t enough hours in the day to read all the coverage of them.”

A flashing red alert at the top right of the screen informed them of yet more breaking news items on her search term.

“See?”

The central screen goes split screen, one side showing additional news coverage of the previous night’s horrific murder of two parents, their children missing and presumed dead, while other bodies linked to the Purifiers were also found – the other, security cam footage of Dominique Devereaux in the area at the time of the murders. It wasn’t the greatest camera angle, but Zizi had cleaned it up as much as she could.

“And you’re absolutely sure that’s Dominique?”

She waited for Vivica’s affirmative before continuing, looking back and forth between the two sides of the screen.

“What’s the connection? Why was she there?”

 

[Isis]

Magnusson shipping- Dominique's office suite

Nicolas looked at the picture and noted the name under it: William Stryker. He also noticed the ceremonial dagger standing in the middle of the picture. At the mention of Simon he smirked, realizing that the kid had no idea how dangerous the women he dealt with actually WERE.

Cameron DID call me. But you know I could less than a damn about you pushing Simon Pratt. I am concerned because I have sensed distress from you, and then sensed you close off from me. I am well aware that everyone has their secrets, and I know that you can be a very private person. But we had a conversation about decisions in the making and how those might make you, for lack of a better term, a target.

Isis was formidable, and the people who knew her best knew there were lines that one should not cross. But toughness was a family trait, and Nicolas was determined to ensure his Aunt's safety and well-being. He sat, focused in on her and awaiting an answer to his questions.

:: Even as Nicolas talked, the sounds of that night in the school park and the hours leading UP to that confrontation still kept hammering to the forefront of Isis' mind. She was rubbing her temples, shutting her eyes tightly.::

:: She had killed before. She would kill again...and SOON. WHY as that night more significant than anything before? It was the CHILDREN. Their cries and screams, their FEAR...their blood...they had touched Isis in a way she hadn't felt since the night her sister had been attacked by Set; the night NICOLAS was born...or the first time she SAW Nicolas as an adult.::

And now I notice all of this? No, this is not about Pratt. This is about you, and my responsibility to make sure you are OK.

:: She groaned a bit, opening her eyes and looking to her nephew again::

Nicolas...William Stryker is a dangerous threat to the security of the Hellfire Club, particularly it's Inner Circle, of which I am the Black Queen.

As such, I have wide latitude to deal with threats to the Hellfire Club and especially to the Inner Circle as I see fit. His position as the senator is one that he is not using to benefit the Hellfire Club, as most of the Inner Circle believes. Rather he is using the Hellfire Club as a source of strategy and intelligence...to an ENEMY that is targeting mutants and metahumans specifically.

Stryker is an anti-mutant zealot...with dangerous connections. He must be dealt with.

:: She said this matter of factly, and it was the TRUTH. Part of it at least::

I remember the conversation we had, two months ago. That conversation is still relevant to me now. The only reason I am still...connected to the Hellfire Club now is a matter of strategy for myself and it seems, the timing of all of this is more than coincidence.

I still have been having trouble sleeping. It's been getting...worse.

:: Nicolas had overheard Zach and Haleigh discussing the spike in anti-mutant hysteria and hate crimes in NYC over the last two months. It coincided almost perfectly with what Dominique had told Nicolas, about her sensing a growing negativity , but one that was FOCUSED and murderous in the city.::

Last week...the pain became...unbearable.

:: again the truth, but only PART of it. Her facial expression went from one of concern to one of coldness as she continued.::

I found a way to take care of it.

:: Cold and cryptic. But Nicolas knew Dominique would say no more about what THAT meant. Not right now. She had refused to speak on what she saw...what she did that night::

I'm trying to recover....steady myself. But sleep is still not as easily attained as I need it to be.

 

[Ruby]

'Wichcraft NYC

:: Cass wasn’t too keen on the idea of being of the feautured models for the new line. Blaze had asked her and she said yes of course, but she still wasn’t keen on the idea. She had never modelled before and she liked food way too much. If any other ‘agency’ and whatnot came to her and asked if she wanted to model for them, she’d have given them a big HELL NO. But Blaze and Sally were both special people in her life and also, how could you say no to SALLY SPECTRA?! ::

:: So there she was, listening to Sally and Blaze go back and forth about what should be included and what should just not be included in the line, what colors should be the main feature and what colors should be background, etc, etc. She was neither a model – yet - nor a designer but it was interesting all the same to watch the two of them. They kept nattering back and forth as they took turns holding pieces of fabric and color swatches up against her body and/or face. It was a bizarre, new experience for her and Cass just didn’t know what to do so she stayed silent, grasping her RUBY pendant tightly. ::

This feels…awkward.

:: Mercifully, Sally then called for a brunch, complete with mimosas. She wanted to have La Bella Maffia to cater but Blaze wanted to venture out, no doubt wanting to get the lay of the land since her ownership of Club XS was now complete. So now the three of them was noshing on delightful eats at a charming place, ’Wichcraft. ::

"I left a message with Vivica that we were going to be in town, telling her that Sally wanted to meet her personally for a little meeting, but I didn't get a response. I tried her today too, just before we decided to head here, inviting her to meet us for brunch but still no luck. She's probably busy with her art gallery or something, I'm sure she'll respond when she can. "

"I'm really pleased with the progress I'm making on pulling the details for the big debut at XS together and Sally? I can't tell you enough how FOREVER grateful I am to you for lending your time and design talents. The sketches you whipped up have been amazing! This "tie in" idea Cameron had for Spectra was genius and with Cass here as one of her signature models, we're SURE to make a splash on the club and fashion circuit!"

“I’m just glad you two are here to help me navigate this whole thing. I have NEVER modelled before so I’m grateful I have friends to help guide me.”

:: She took a bit of her zucchini and mozerella sandwich then took a sip of her iced hazelnut latte. ::

“So thanks, you two. I can’t promise I will always know what the heck’s happening but I just wanted to thank you in advance for being patient with me.”

 

[Firebird]

Witchcraft- Brunch

Blaze smiled at Cass. She'd become much more calm and confident in herself and in her standing among the Six over the last several months, but in many ways, she was still an "old world" young girl. It was endearing to Blaze, who could HARDLY be accused of having ANY "old world" sensibilities

"Oh Cassie, there's nothing to it, you'll see!"

and even IF our fabulous Blaze didn't have an eye for spotting natural beauty, *I* do. I don't drape my designs on rubbish, my dear. You're a fresh face! The "industry" is expecting us to rely on the trend of "celebrity models" to launch this latest project, but we're going to surprise them with a NEW, FRESH face

:: Sally reaches out and gently cups Cass' face with her hand under her chin::

And you, my dear, are definitely that. Fresh as a daisy!

:: Blaze laughed softly as she nodded and Sally winked at Cass::

"And I'm also working on the choreography for the burlesque show I'm putting on. I'm hoping that Viv will agree to join us in that, along with Alycia. We'll make the pussy cat dolls wish they'd never gotten into the business."

"Everything's going to work out just fine...you'll see! The WIND is at our backs..."

 

[Rampage]

:: She groaned a bit, opening her eyes and looking to her nephew again::

Nicolas...William Stryker is a dangerous threat to the security of the Hellfire Club, particularly it's Inner Circle, of which I am the Black Queen.

As such, I have wide latitude to deal with threats to the Hellfire Club and especially to the Inner Circle as I see fit. His position as the senator is one that he is not using to benefit the Hellfire Club, as most of the Inner Circle believes. Rather he is using the Hellfire Club as a source of strategy and intelligence...to an ENEMY that is targeting mutants and metahumans specifically.

Stryker is an anti-mutant zealot...with dangerous connections. He must be dealt with.

:: She said this matter of factly, and it was the TRUTH. Part of it at least::

Nicolas listened, saying nothing. He could care less about Stryker. Stryker was a bigot who caused more trouble than his life was worth. So seeing him dead was no issue. But he was unsure how this related to his actual QUESTIONS.

I remember the conversation we had, two months ago. That conversation is still relevant to me now. The only reason I am still...connected to the Hellfire Club now is a matter of strategy for myself and it seems, the timing of all of this is more than coincidence.

I still have been having trouble sleeping. It's been getting...worse.

:: Nicolas had overheard Zach and Haleigh discussing the spike in anti-mutant hysteria and hate crimes in NYC over the last two months. It coincided almost perfectly with what Dominique had told Nicolas, about her sensing a growing negativity , but one that was FOCUSED and murderous in the city.::

Last week...the pain became...unbearable.

:: again the truth, but only PART of it. Her facial expression went from one of concern to one of coldness as she continued.::

I found a way to take care of it.

:: Cold and cryptic. But Nicolas knew Dominique would say no more about what THAT meant. Not right now. She had refused to speak on what she saw...what she did that night::

I'm trying to recover....steady myself. But sleep is still not as easily attained as I need it to be.

This got his attention. He stood and walked nearer to Dominique. Taking a knee, he looked into her eyes. She was timelessly beautiful, but he could see lines...fatigue taking shape even in HER face. He took one of her hands.

Is there anything I can do to help? If so, you know I am there for you. Even WITH your psi-screen I am capable of helping to relieve your mental stress through application of my psionic energies. In addition, I can call in an empath to promote a release of tension. If you wish it does not have to be Cameron.

Nicolas was content to allow her to maintain the veil over what she wished to. But he was concerned about the blow to her emotional and mental well-being that recent events seemed to be inflicting. She had given him the advice to try to fix what he could. He could help her relax, give her at least some peace of mind for the moment...IF she would allow him to.

 

[Isis]

Magnusson Shipping- Dominique's office

:: Nicolas may not have understood, but Dominique now knew that the events happening around her in the city were definitely tied to Stryker. It was only a matter of TIME before the growing threat she'd been perceiving, and finally saw a glimpse of first hand a week ago, would reach the Hellfire Club and certainly the Six by that point.::

:: She wouldn't be hounded, enslaved or victimized by someone so small...so petty like Stryker or anyone who BACKED.::

:: But beyond her...or even her duty to safeguard Nicolas...there were those...screams..::

::FLASH!::

<< BLAM!>>

Mark: ARGGHH!!!


<< Mark is shot from behind. Falling to the ground, Mark tells Jill to run!>>

Jill: NO! NO I won't leave you!

Mark: If you don't run, they'll CATCH YOU!

Jill: PLEASE....SOMEONE HELP US!!!

:: She couldn't save them, only AVENGE them. What if she couldn't reach the NEXT victim in time!? What if she hestitated in striking down Stryker and cutting off THEIR (the new threat's) inroad into the Hellfire Club? She still didn't have all the information she needed to attempt to DECAPITATE the HEAD of this threat that was coming...::

:: Her distress was overtaking her again. Her heart rate was increasing...she placed her hands to her temples again.::

Isis, hear your daughter, grant her serenity and STRENGTH!

This got his attention. He stood and walked nearer to Dominique. Taking a knee, he looked into her eyes. She was timelessly beautiful, but he could see lines...fatigue taking shape even in HER face. He took one of her hands.

Is there anything I can do to help? If so, you know I am there for you. Even WITH your psi-screen I am capable of helping to relieve your mental stress through application of my psionic energies. In addition, I can call in an empath to promote a release of tension. If you wish it does not have to be Cameron.

Nicolas was content to allow her to maintain the veil over what she wished to. But he was concerned about the blow to her emotional and mental well-being that recent events seemed to be inflicting. She had given him the advice to try to fix what he could. He could help her relax, give her at least some peace of mind for the moment...IF she would allow him to.

:: There was no shame in recognizing the WISDOM in accepting in helping hand when and where it would help best!::


:: After opening her tightly shut eyes again. She swallowed hard. She just could NOT tell him what she'd seen. What she'd DONE a week ago. Not because she was ashamed or AFRAID of what he or anyone else would think. But because if she TOLD him...it would only intensify the feelings she was trying to repress. Feelings that she'd only JUST stopped associating with HIM.::

:: But she DID need help to alleviate her distress if nothing else. She slowly reached forward, taking his hand into her's. ::

I...accept your offer of assistance. Like it or not, and i DON'T, I AM struggling and I could use some relief from that.

:: She stood up::

And...I could use some refreshment as well. It has been...two days since I've eaten.

:: She went to retrieve her wrap and her purse and was ready to go with Nicolas now. She seemed a bit more settled and reserved...for now.::


:: She didn't account for Cameron or Nicolas being concerned about her, NOR was she aware that she was a "person of interest" to other parties around the city now as well.::

 

[Rampage]

I...accept your offer of assistance. Like it or not, and i DON'T, I AM struggling and I could use some relief from that.

:: She stood up::

And...I could use some refreshment as well. It has been...two days since I've eaten.

:: She went to retrieve her wrap and her purse and was ready to go with Nicolas now. She seemed a bit more settled and reserved...for now.::

TWO DAYS?! Unacceptable. Nicolas shook his head and made a decision as she took his arm to head out. He looked at her assistant.

Clear her schedule for today. If anyone is insistent, forward them to Alycia Barnett and inform her of that assignment with my apologies. Send her a bouquet of roses. Red. Long stem. Place the explanation in the card. After you finish that, go to spa. Enjoy the rest of the day on me. Use the company card.

Nicolas ignored any side eye from Dominique and led her to the elevator, then placed her in his car. Firing up the Bugatti, he finally spoke again.

Pick any place you want to eat. My treat of course. After that I will have someone join us and we will take care of you.

As he drove, Nicolas sent a text to one Zachary Armani.

Can you meet me in 100 minutes at my suite? I need your help via your empathic abilities.