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Post by Mastermind on Dec 24, 2003 1:35:25 GMT -4
He motioned to the bartender and got her a glass of water. "Here", he said. "Perhaps this will clear your head." OOC: She sees water.... I wonder if that's what it really is...?  |
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 24, 2003 8:13:58 GMT -4
"Thank you," she murmured softly, taking the offered glass from him. She sipped it slowly - never thinking that it might not be water. She smiled slightly at his kindness.
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Post by Mastermind on Dec 24, 2003 20:41:37 GMT -4
"You looked as if you might crash out or worse", he responded softly.
He smiled sympathetically. Again his eyes haunted her. "I am relieved you're alright."
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 24, 2003 20:52:28 GMT -4
She yawned softly. "Oh, forgive me," she murmured. "I should be getting..." her voice trailed off for a moment, as she shook her head - trying to remember where she had to go. "Strange... I don't remember..."
OOC: hm.. maybe this could be a good time for her to be introduced somewhat to the Inner Circle?
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Post by Mastermind on Dec 25, 2003 2:46:36 GMT -4
"I do hope for your sake that you have accomplished more than it appears, Jason", said an icy feminine voice. Only marginally surprised, Jason Wyngarde answered in a calm and unaffected tone. "Emma. How nice of you to drop by." He never shifted his attention from Christine to the statuesque and utterly stunning platinum blonde who stood at his shoulder looking very impatient and disgusted to be here. He simply looked bored and a tiny bit distracted in a way that somehow also managed to look defensive. She was dressed exquisitely in a fur hat and jacket and a silk suit all of white. She wore a fortune in diamonds. On one of her lapels was an ornate stickpin in black and red. It bore the shape of a trident with a stylized flame behind it. "Sebastian grows impatient", she said with restrained contempt. "The cards in your hand have all been played save one - and what's shown is not enough to win. If you wish to continue the game", she warned him, "your final card must be a queen." Jason held up a hand but still looked at Christine as he responded to the newcomer's words. "Ms. Frost, you may tell Mr. Shaw that I will rejoin the game within a very few days. I have every confidence that your employer will find the wait most worthwhile. Now if you will excuse me..." Emma Frost considered Wyngarde for another moment, then shot a venomous glance at Christine which turned into the tiniest glimpse of a sneer. Then she whirled on her heel and strutted out the way she had entered. Jason smiled. "Is she gone?", he joked and comically ducked as if the memory of Ms. Frost might hit him. As if in explanation of the events that had just played out, he smiled and said "Business Associate. My apologies. You were saying...?" OOC: Howzat? |
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 25, 2003 8:47:59 GMT -4
OOC: Huzzah!
Christine glanced at the retreating figure and her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. "I don't think I like her much," she whispered to herself. Phoenix, feeling ever so playful, sent a tiny ball of fire to bother Emma's left ankle. It wasn't enough to harm her - just cause her a mild discomfort.
She looked back at Jason. "I think I should be getting home... that is.. If I can remember where that was..."
OOC: figured Jason gave her something in her drink *shrugs*
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Post by Mastermind on Dec 25, 2003 13:49:25 GMT -4
OOC: Geeze....you're paranoid, y'know that?  "Are you sure you'll be alright?", Jason asked. When she looked he had sat back enough that one of the bar's recessed can lights - focused floodlamps - shone brightly over his head. His eyes were hidden in shadow - and it left her with an empty feeling. "Perhaps someone should see you safely home", he suggested helpfully.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 25, 2003 14:28:28 GMT -4
OOC: am not  "That sounds like a promising idea," she said softly. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her head. She opened her eyes and found her mind a little less fuzzy. She looked up at him. "Volunteering?" |
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Post by Mastermind on Dec 25, 2003 14:53:40 GMT -4
"But of course", he said gallantly. He stood and offered her his arm. OOC: Umm....yeah....you are. |
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 25, 2003 15:01:28 GMT -4
OOC: Given your power, Jason, why shouldn't I be?
Christine rose and took the offered arm, blushing a delicate shade of rose. Kurt was the only other person she knew who had such impeccable manners - which were probably a result of all the swashbuckling movies he watched.
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Post by Mastermind on Dec 25, 2003 18:14:40 GMT -4
OOC: Yes. Why wouldn't you be?
They walked and talked about everything and nothing. If one thing was clear, it was that Jason did not wish to be anywhere else. He appeared to be captivated by Christine...and he was charming as well as attentive. If she had tried, which she didn't, she could not have looked away from his piercing, alluring eyes for long.
Without warning, the sensation returned. She felt as though she were falling...spinning out of control down a tunnel of blackness. She could hear just a whisper of Jason's gentle voice echoing away in the distance.
Light. Sound. She stood in an enormous ballroom filled with crowds of people in elaborate masquerade costumes. She wore a long and elegant dress of ivory lace, a corsage of roses the color of porcelain on her wrist.
She was lost in the sea of hidden faces, a swelling tide of laughing and dancing men and women in garish dress and domino masks of brilliant colors. Feathers festooned hats and wrapped around the necks and over the delicate skin of ladies in long and flowing boas. Everywhere there were jewels of sparkling red and white and green.
In their laughter and merriment, the crowd moved around her this way and that - a chaos of motion and sound.
In the midst of it, she noticed one lone partygoer - motionless and watching her from behind the bustle and gaiety of the dancing revelers.
She could not see his face, this man dressed in exquisite black velvet with a high white collar and a mask that covered his face in brilliant red. But she could see his eyes. Piercing blue. And around her the party continued - but she saw nothing but those eyes.
After a moment, the man walked slowly through the crowd - approaching her. He moved close to her and took her gloved hand in his own.
"Lady Christine, are you injured?", he asked her as he pulled away his mask. It was Jason. The sight of him made her catch her breath. And she followed his gaze to her own hand.
As she watched, her arm began streaming blood. The thorns of the ivory roses on her wrist had cut her. Droplets of red appeared on her beautiful lace dress.
She held out her hands, now covered in her own blood. Trying desperately not to panic, not to scream she looked back at Jason for some....help....some acknowledgement.
Wrapped around Jason from behind stood Emma Frost all in shining white lace and luxurious fur. She smiled at Christine and then placed her lips close to Jason's ear. Her arms embraced him, one leg wrapped around his as he stood. She whispered something and he looked away in response. The crowd began to close them off from Christine's view.
His eyes looked away. It was more than she could bear.
Christine screamed and felt herself blacking out. As she did, her eyes caught the pattern woven into the carpet she was falling into. It was a black trident over a bright red flame.
Her world went black.
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 25, 2003 18:39:11 GMT -4
Christine lay limply on the ground - wherever she was. She trembled ever so slightly. Her skin had paled to the color of the gown she had been wearing - a pale ivory. Her eyes struggled to open. She gasped lightly as she felt someone, something, touch her shoulder.
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Post by Mastermind on Dec 25, 2003 18:59:31 GMT -4
"I think she's coming around", said a man's voice.
She was in a room of opulent decorations of walnut and detailed wallcoverings, and she lay on a chaise longue covered in rich velvet with swirling patterns of red and black.
Sconces on the wall and a chandelier full of candles lit the room with firelight, and for a moment Christine couldn't be sure if she was hallucinating some past life again or if this was real.
It was the sight of Jason Wyngarde that let her know she was really there. He looked the same as he had at the bar in the Purple Grasshopper and he knelt near her with a glass of cold water. She could not place the owner of the voice she had heard.
"You passed out again in the street", he explained gently. "I did not know where to take you so I brought you here. To my club." He offered her the glass.
OOC: Hmm....wonder if this one's water, too.... *Evil laughter*
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Post by Christine MacTaggart on Dec 25, 2003 19:41:13 GMT -4
OOC: you are so evil!! "Thank you," she whispered, sipping the water ever so slowly. She still looked pale but she felt a bit better. "I don't remember what happened," she whispered. Her tiny hand reached up and brushed her dark hair out of face. 'Red and black… what's with all the red and black?' she thought to herself. Her gaze sought and found Emma standing in the entranceway - still fighting with the flame that was in possession her left ankle. Christine smirked ever so slightly. OOC: Emma Frost: |
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Post by Mastermind on Dec 25, 2003 20:38:20 GMT -4
"Well, take your time. No sense rushing things", Jason told her. "We'll leave when you're feeling up to it and I will see you home."
"Can I get you anything?", he asked.
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