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 In Da Club, April 6th | 11:45 PM | Closed to Tagged
Emma Frost
 Posted: May 4 2018, 02:59 PM
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Finding someone without any real lead to start with was difficult. All that had been known about Viktor was that he dealt in the trafficking of mutants, and the only customer they were aware of was the Russian mob, who in turn had a connection to the Genoshan government. It was information, but not anything that gave a clear starting point to investigate the man any further. That was why it had taken over two weeks and plenty of time spent following potential leads, discovering more than a few dead ands and piecing together whatever information they'd been able to gather for Emma and Notion to get to where they were now.

Using both information provided to her by Kingtide regarding any missing Morlocks as well as her own considerable skills and wits, Charlie had come a long way to narrowing down their search. Emma herself had mostly let her money do the talking, hiring a private investigator to also look into the disappearances of various mutants over the past few weeks. Fenrir had been tasked to look into several cases of mutants or potential mutants going missing, those whose disappearances had been reported to the authorities but whose cases had not yet been solved. By finding out where they had most likely been and where they might have gone, the search had been narrowed down even further.

The signs had pointed towards the western part of Brooklyn, in a neighbourhood known as Williamsburg. That was where many of the mutants whom both Charlie and Nate had looked into had last been seen, while at the same time being in relatively close proximity to the part of Manhattan (including Mutant Town) where many others had disappeared. Having a smaller area to work in than "All of New York City", Emma had then been able to actually find Viktor through a telepathic scan that had taken her the better part of an afternoon to complete. Well, Viktor himself still remained an enigma for reasons unknown, which had left Emma feeling a bit uneasy, but she had been able to find enough people with an awareness of the man in question to follow the final thread that led them to the man's supposed location.

Verve was one of the hottest new establishments in the city, or so Emma had been told. Nightclubs were not her style, so she'd have to take other people's word for it, though she didn't particularly care either way. They weren't there for a night out on the town, their goal was to find the man responsible for the trafficking of innocent people and put a stop to it. Emma's town car was parked a block away from the club, her window rolled down so she could address the three people standing on the sidewalk, each having made their own way there.

For Charlie, this was the culmination of an investigation that had taken several weeks, Emma could imagine that the younger woman was quite keen on seeing Viktor's operation be put to rest. Young Mackenzie King, or Six as she liked to be called these days, was likely there motivated by a need for justice or vengeance, considering Viktor's operations had affected the Morlocks. Emma wasn't in favour of having a seventeen year old girl involved in something like this, but then she wouldn't deny her the opportunity to stand up for her people either. That was what three of their current number were there for. The last of them was... well, Nathan Adler was something entirely different from the three of them, but whatever he lacked in personal motivation to get involved because he wasn't a mutant, he seemed to make up for with a proper sense of right and wrong. That Emma was actually paying him to be there probably didn't hurt either.

"I know frustratingly little about our target," Emma shared with the others. She wasn't happy to be telling the others that she wasn't as well informed as she'd like, but the situation necessitated it. That she, one of the most powerful known telepaths, was unable to get a proper read on someone like Viktor underlined that this was likely to be a dangerous endeavour. "It could be that he's a telepath himself, or has some other means of blocking my telepathy. Whatever it is, I do know that he is currently inside the club." While Viktor's mind eluded her, the minds of the people who were with him did not. If only the man wasn't so frustratingly ungenerous when it came to sharing details about himself, at least she could have gleaned more information about him that way. They did know that the man seemed to have a particular interest in feral mutants, from what Charlie had gathered, but that didn't see like it would be of any use to them currently. Emma had considered passing Nate off as one and offering him for sale, but considering the efficiency with which Viktor seemed to find and capture mutants specifically, the risk was too great that he'd be able to deduce that the man wasn't what he appeared to be.

"I believe he is currently in his office, located beneath the club itself," she informed the others. Why anyone would decide to have an office in the basement was beyond Emma, but then so was trafficking people and yet here they were intent on putting a stop to exactly that. "You three will try and find a way down there, while I remain here to monitor the situation. I will provide you with the means to both communicate non-verbally, and to keep your minds shielded in case Viktor does turn out to have telepathic abilities of his own. I will see if I can't find out anything more useful about our target, but chances are you'll have to rely on your own wits to see this through." Whether that would be enough, Emma didn't know, but then she hardly imagined any of the three needed to have their hands held. "I'll at least be able to help you get inside without having to stand in line or having to worry about being underage," she went on to add. "So unless you have any questions, I think you'd best be on your way." There was no telling how long Viktor would be around for, and Emma did not want to have to spend another two weeks trying to track him down again.
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Fenrir
 Posted: May 5 2018, 11:00 AM
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Living in New York, Nate had found little shortage of odd jobs to perform for various clients. Being the most populated city in the United States (and twenty-fifth in the world) it was easy to find someone with a problem or a need, and as a result he had found himself with only small bits of real downtime here or there, but nothing that significantly impacted his finances. The fact that he was somewhat frugal and saved money didn't hurt him there either.

When he had been contacted by a woman named Emma Frost, who he had read about in various news articles where her company was concerned, he was at first somewhat taken aback. If he hadn't been mistaken, Emma was a multi-millionaire (she didn't have more than that) and could afford to hire to absolute best in order to resolve whatever iit was she had needed resolved. The fact that she had approached him had been a genuine surprise. That was until she had explained the situation and how his talents could come in handy. He hadn't even mentioned his abilities or his lycanthropy, but she had known about it.

Nate quickly learned that Emma was a telepath, so any and all surprise that she knew what he was had dissipated.

While he had other jobs to work on, Nate had done what he could to research the cases of the missing mutants. The search hadn't been easy, but after compiling a list of nearly all of the recently reported missing mutants who hadn't ultimately turned up Nate had begun asking questions of people who knew them. Normally he might have been incredibly nosy, asking any and all sorts of questions that might help to narrow down the search, seeking as many contacts as possible, but the nature of the case brought with it the necessity of a bit of stealth. According to Emma those who had gone missing were thought to have been sold in a mutant trafficking ring of sorts. With that information in mind, and knowing what kind of people organized and operated such vile nonsense, he had kept his inquiries simple and leaning more toward curiosity rather than probing and investigating in an attempt to draw less attention to himself.

The information that he had compiled had led him to Williamsburg, in the western part of Brooklyn. While he didn't have an exact location pinpointed yet (because naturally not everyone had vanished from the exact same location) it seemed that what he knew combined with what Notion and Kingtide had themselves learned that they had figured out the location of what was likely the base of the operation. At least one particular base. Things like this rarely seemed to operate out of one singular location.

Verve, a nightclub that his investigations had thus far not led him into, seemed to be where this man (a potential telepath, according to Emma) ran more than a business of nighttime fun. Nate generally disliked nightclubs. The flashing, moving lights in the darkness along with the deafening music were terrible on his senses of sight and hearing. While he could generally cope well enough to endure it, he still hated having to do so. Oftentimes his sense of smell was also hit pretty hard by the plethora of fruity drinks being tossed about by far too many active and unfortunately sweaty dancing drunk fools.

Again, he'd endure. For what Emma was paying him he'd probably be willing to endure worse.

Nate had arrived shortly after Charlie and Mackenzie, having taken a cab to a spot about a block away from where the group was currently gathered. He was dressed casually but adhering to what seemed to be the common dress seen in Verve, wanting to fit in with the crowd as best as possible. If he absolutely had to transform into a full blown werewolf he would sacrifice the nice fitted shirt and probably the pants he wore as well. Thank goodness for compression athletic shorts –he had chosen some that were slightly larger than necessary.

Once they were briefed, Nate simply nodded. Having no questions he simply strolled casually toward the nightclub entrance, confident that Emma would handle the details to get them inside unnoticed. Knowing that he could communicate among the group without having to speak brought him a bit of comfort, as the trio could effectively split up if they so chose and still keep in touch, calling for aid if necessary.

Approaching the entrance, Nate smiled when the bouncer simply ushered him inside while the people lined up waiting to get in didn't even seem to notice. It was a testament to how skilled Emma was with her telepathy, and Nate was genuinely impressed.

"Well ladies," he said, looking from one of his companions to the other, "you two want to hit the dance floor or head to the bar first?" Immediately after he spoke, he thought, ::Or should we split up and try to find a way into the basement? I'm all for trying to fit in to quell suspicion, but we still need to work quickly.::
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Notion
 Posted: May 6 2018, 03:15 PM
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Charlie’s choice in vehicles for the evening was already warmed up and ready to go by the time she backed into the alleyway beside her apartment in Brooklyn. The small fortune she paid for private parking in the city was worth the piece of mind that her gasoline powered toys were kept safe. Especially this One. The throaty purr of its engine echoed through the brick alley, parked just in front of the manhole at which she’d arranged to meet six. In today’s day and age, getting around in New York City was a time consuming and arduous task. But what was even more difficult was procuring parking, though Charlie had done a little legwork earlier in the day to ensure that she wouldn’t be circling the block for half an hour, looking for a spot.

This made the point of carpooling even more of a no-brainer. And it gave Charlie time to catch up with Six before they slipped into their mission. Right on time, the manhole cover in the rear view lifted, and Six emerged from the sewers she used to call home. Not a hair was out of place on her head, the chic number she was wearing devoid of a single speck of filth from the turbid waters below. If anyone ever needed Six to prove that she could do nearly anything with water, this would be a fantastic example to showcase. Charlie gave Kingtide a wave in the mirror as she unlocked the passenger door and leaned over the center console to push it open for her copilot.

Honey brown eyes were eager for tonight's prospect of answers, and beamed up at the redhead as she made her way into the car. “Hey Six. You look great. And thankfully smell nothing like the sewers,” she greeted her with a smile and a friendly jest before slipping the Mustang into first and beginning their drive through Brooklyn. “How’re you feeling?” she checked in, looking away from the stretch of stop lights ahead of them to regard her friend. Six was young, and this was some serious shit they were stepping into, but Charlie didn’t doubt her capability to handle it. Not after working side by side in the Savage Land, at least. She’d seen how capable Kingtide was under pressure, but the question was more so how the teen was feeling about tonight. Too many unknowns, like the wall of question marks that was still up between Victor and them, were enough to make any logical person uneasy.

It didn’t take long for them to make their way to Verve, and the parking spot that Charlie had blocked off with tow-zone warnings and a smattering of cones in the wee hours of the morning before. “Would you mind moving those out of the way, please?” she requested of her co-pilot, nodding to the mess of orange and retroreflective tape that no right minded New Yorker dare tempt to mess with. The only thing worse than searching endlessly for parking was getting booted or towed once you found it. Charlie had played on the common sense of others and simply created a no parking zone where there hadn’t actually been one. With one last rumble of the engine she tucked it neatly against the curb and pulled the parking brake.

It was go time.

Charlie emerged from the driver’s seat dressed in far less than she’d likely be caught out wearing. She would seldom rock an outfit that couldn’t accommodate her concealed pistol, but tonight’s venue called for club attire. Which meant Charlie would be carrying a cute bag to hold her gun, lock picking tools, and emergency lip gloss. Emma’s white town car was merely a block ahead of them, and another block past it was the club that doubled as Viktor’s hideout. The thrill of the chase was coursing through her, balanced with that lingering sense of dread in knowing that she had no idea what they were really up against here. What she did know, though, was that she was in good company.

Though Charlie hadn’t had the chance to meet Fenrir before tonight, she’d poured over the file Emma had created on him for long enough to feel well acquainted with the man. Given that Emma trusted him enough to invite him along on something as dangerous and sensitive as this venture was a testament to the promise she saw in him. And if he was good enough for Emma’s vetting, he was good enough for Chuck. The window of the town car rolled down just as Charlie and Six approached it, greeted with the visage of Emma Frost’s perfectly maintained mug. Listening intently to the last bits of intel she’d get from Frost before they headed into the lion’s den, Charlie simply nodded in understanding before confirming with Emma.

“Understood. Shall we?” Charlie proposed to Nate and Six, eager to get on her way and finally get some answers. Between the girl’s looks and Emma’s telepathic persuasion, the bouncer let the trio pass without so much as a second look or a mumble for some ID. Once inside, a mess of lights, sounds, and moving bodies assailed the senses. The club was packed, with everything from grungy Bushwick hipsters to posh Manhattan socialites. When it came to pulling cohesive answers from this crowd, they had their work cut out for them.

“I have a way with bartenders,” Charlie replied with a knowing smirk when Nate inquired what angle they should play at first. “I’ll start there.” ::Also, heads up. we’ve got security at twelve and two o’clock:: she acknowledged, seamlessly slipping from speech to thought. Charlie raised her brows as she nodded ever so slightly to the large muscles of mass in black suits blocking off the VIP area and another doorway. ::Keep in consistent contact. Do what you need to do to seek out answers but don’t try to pull any lone-wolf hero shit. If we move on the target, we move together:: Charlie reminded them before splitting away into the mass of people. With the amount of skin she was showing and how crowded the place was, it wouldn’t be long before even the incidental exposure to her pheromones did their job loosening up the crowd. Her sights and intentions were set on the staff for now, though.

Sauntering her way up to the bar, Charlie flagged down the obviously incredibly busy bartender and ordered the most basic thing she could think of. “Vodka cranberry,” she requested, not more than twenty second passing before the drink was placed down in front of her on extravagantly sourced bartop. A single sip of the exorbitantly priced drink was all she needed to sample before she placed it back onto the bar and flagged the bartender back in her direction again. “Excuse me. Yes, so, I’m pretty sure you didn’t put any booze in this,” she complained, pointing disapprovingly to the petal-pink cocktail. “Miss, I can assure you I…” he began, doing his best not to lose is cool given that this was the umpteenth time someone had said something completely moronic to him tonight. “No, you didn’t. Try it for yourself if you don’t believe me,” she sassed back, pushing the cocktail closer to him.

Reluctant, but too peeved and way too busy to try to reason with the crazy lady, the bartender he did as she asked, taking a sip from the cocktail that had been tainted with concentrated doses of pheromones from her lips in the sip she’d taken from it a moment prior. In the few seconds that it’d take for her chemicals to sink their way into his bloodstream, she’d hopefully have one of the purest perspectives of the goings on in Verve laid out for her in all its veracity.
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Kingtide
 Posted: May 6 2018, 04:43 PM
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”I have to meet Charlie in half an hour, do you have anything else for me before I leave?” Her navy blue eyes were tight with anger as they landed on the Morlock she had been speaking with, trying to figure out what her people knew in regards to the disappearances. They had started small at first, but now she was missing half her people and it was starting to eat at her. Lucky for Kingtide, she had opened up to her friend and been rewarded with something more than a theory.

Someone was taking mutants.

Someone was taking her people and were about to regret it.

Nerves mingled with her anger at the prospect of the evening’s plans, but the desire to find her people won out over anything else as she made her way to the meeting spot. Travel below the streets came easy to the redhead, using the flowing water to her benefit as she checked her manicure while riding a hard patch of water to her desired location.

Emerging from behind the manhole cover, a grin was flashed towards Notion seated in the driver’s seat of her shiny car. Mack had taken great care to dress for the occasion, not wanting to stand out until it was necessary (if the occasion called for it) during their night. Without much trouble the teen tucked herself daintily into the passenger seat, turning her focus on her friend once she was fully settled. ”Why thank you! Styling tips straight from the Princess herself.” While she mostly worked to stay out of everyone’s way at the station, dressing like she belonged at a club was a little out of her reach. Luckily for her, Anna was extremely thrilled to play dress the dolly.

”I’m..” she took a moment to assess her thoughts about the evening, wanting to be truthful with her friend. ”I’m angry, Charlie.” She took a deep breath, casting a glance out the window. ”I want my people back, some of them were kids and now they’re gone.”

She knew what it was like to be taken, to feel hopeless and lost.

Hands balled into fists for a moment, before she put her mind to something else. ”I can’t believe the secret base is in a club… isn’t that so eighties?” she joked, turning her attention to Charlie’s request. With barely a flick of her fingers the cones were surrounded by water that bubbled up from the sewer grate, sliding out of the car in order to yank down the tape that was set up.

Once the car was parked, Mack slid into step with Charlie. For once it was nice to be working with someone that was a similar height, making it easy for the teen to keep stride with the brunette. Nothing was worse than having to trot after the person you were trying to keep up with. That thought brought a small giggle to her lips as she replayed her meeting with the Brotherhood’s newest member. ”When this is over, I’ve got to tell you about a dude named Fabian.” Mack fell silent as they reached the car they had been aiming for, giving Fenrir a side glance she she listened to their mission brief.

Emma Frost, from what she could see through the car window, was absolutely stunning and gave off an air of someone not to be trifled with. Following Charlie’s lead, Mack nodded when Emma was finished speaking and followed the other two into the club. Being considerably underaged, it was nice to have a hand into the club. While her outfit was clearly an attention seeking get-up, this was not the moment to draw focus. The redhead tucked herself beside Charlie and waltzed her way in with the pair.

The inside of Verve was different to the club she was used to, her primary place to go revolving around mutants. It was nice, if you were into the thick base and sweatily rubbing up against each other. ”I am so ready to get my dance on.” She thrilled with a clap of her hands for good measure. ”Grab me something fruity?” She purred, attention shifting quickly to Nate. ”Got any sweet dance moves?” She inquired, before bouncing into the throng of bodies, eyes darting from the guards Charlie had pointed out..

::Worst case scenario, nothing says quick evacuation like a sewer backup:: She offered. If they couldn’t find a way down maybe they could flush this Viktor out.

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Emma Frost
 Posted: May 8 2018, 12:33 PM
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From the backseat of her town car, Emma monitored the trio closely as they ventured into the nightclub reportedly owned by the man they were out to get. Their thoughts remained their own, unless they had the intent to project them to any of the others. An open channel (so to speak) could have worked, and perhaps been easier for Emma to maintain, but she knew from personal experience how distracting having constant chatter in your mind could be. So she kept their minds separate, serving only as a nexus for their telepathic communication while everything else was filtered out. Between doing that and at the same time offering the three of them the protection of a psychic shield Emma was keeping herself quite busy despite not taking part in the mission directly, leaving her without much room to stretch herself beyond that. With some effort, she would be able to see the nightclub itself through the eyes of Charlie, Nate or Six, but for now she focused on serving as a telepathic communication hub and trusted those on the inside to take care of the situation.

Between the three of them, it should have been possible to do so without much trouble. Viktor remained mostly an enigma, but there was just one of him and three of them, and they had the element of surprise on their side. Not to mention a varied set of skills and abilities. While young, Kingtide had a good enough grasp on her hydrokinetic ability to make a formidable opponent should things turn south. There was more to Fenrir than met the eye as well, something that neither Six nor Charlie knew the particulars of, but the latter accidentally hit right on the nose when she commented on how ill-advised any "lone-wolf hero shit" would be. Emma got a good chuckle out of that one, but she wasn't sure Nathan himself would find it too amusing.

Finally there was Notion, whose coercive ability could potentially lead them to where they needed to go without much (if any) opposition. To start things off, the Israeli woman had approached the bartender, twenty-three year old Justin Alvarez, and used a trick on him that she had employed many times before to get him to dose himself with more than enough of Charlie's pheromones to place him under her spell. Annoyed as he had been by the rude woman questioning his ability as a bartender moments before, the miffed expression that had crept onto his face disappeared and instead he regarded her with a pleasant smile now. Her earlier words still rang through his mind, and stuck as mentally had been in his job as a bartender, he immediately made a grab for the bottle of vodka to add more of it to her drink. Making sure this particular customer was content was suddenly more important than anything else. That other customers were calling or waving him over from elsewhere at the bar didn't matter to him anymore. Filling up the glass with as much vodka as there was room for without spilling, Justin pushed it towards Charlie and then just stood there watching her with a goofy smile on his face. He needed approval now, or for her to tell him what else he could do for her to ensure she had a lovely night.

Whether Justin would actually turn out to be of any actual use to Charlie remained to be seen. Viktor was a highly secretive man, with only very few of the people he associated with aware of what the man was involved in beyond being a club owner, and Justin was just the bartender. He came in every day, served people their drinks and did a good job of it, and went home content with the amount of pay that got him. At the right kind of club with the right kind of clientele, a young man like Justin who knew not only how to pour a drink but serve up the right amount of charm along with it could make a good buck. Content as he was with his job, Justin just never really thought to ask any questions, or really consider what went on beyond the nightclub business itself. He'd never thought too much of what went on behind closed doors, more concerned with taking care of his customers. The only thing Charlie was sure to get out of him was the best damn service she'd ever experienced.

Not everyone was clueless to what happened behind the figurative curtain at Verve, though. There was too much involved in n operation like Viktor's for the man to do everything himself. Actually finding the mutants that he could then capture and sell off to the highest bidder chief among them. That was where Alisha Miller came in, who served the role of promoter for Verve in more ways than just get people interested in visiting the club. Possessing the mutant ability to sense and accurately analyse the exact nature of the genetic gifts of other mutants, she played a key role in Viktor's mutant trafficking ring. She would find mutants and use her considerable charisma and natural persuasive ability to bring them right into Viktor's waiting hands. Occasionally she would join him or whoever he had hired in the hunt, but Alisha mostly focused on finding those who didn't dwell at the bottom of human society and lure them towards an unfortunate fate. Alisha straight up sold out her own kin, but the woman didn't care; she had always been envious towards other mutants, only ever able to see what all they could do without being able to do anything of the sort herself. Viktor had nicknamed her Envy, and then given her the opportunity to act on her spite and be paid handsomely for it.

Alisha had picked up on the arrival of a pair of very welcome guests the moment they stepped into the club. Her amber eyes had followed them from a distance, the crowd inside the club dense enough to keep her observance of them from standing out. These two were not like most of the mutants that Alisha found for Viktor. Most mutants did not have abilities that were all that impressive, sometimes even being more of a detriment than a boon. Pheromonal coercion and hydrokinesis, though? Those were top of the line mutant abilities, ones that would no doubt make Viktor a lot of money and give Alisha her biggest commission yet. They might have made it to Verve on their own, not through Alisha's efforts, but she had still discovered them so as far as she was concerned she still deserved credit. The man that had accompanied the two women into the club went mostly ignored by Alisha; one look made it clear to her that he was nothing more than human, and that made him useless to them. At most he was just a loose end that needed to be taken care of, and Viktor had people on the payroll to handle that as well.

Bringing her hand up to her bluetooth earpiece, Alisha contacted the only two other people at the club in possession of a similar device. "We have guests." She did not need to elaborate on what kind of guests she speaking, as there was only one type of guest that would require a special kind of attention. "The brunette at the bar making a move on poor Justin, and the young redhead who just moved onto the dancefloor. The latter is a hydrokinetic, the former can exert her control over others through pheromones. Take care in dealing with both." The last thing they needed was to cause a scene in the middle of a crowded club and risk blowing the roof off of Viktor's operation. Or worse, have one of them fall under the pretty brunette's thrall.

Not long after being alerted to the mutants' presence, both Six and Charlie found themselves approached by the two with whom Alisha had been in contact with moments prior. A young man casually slipped into the seat next to Charlie, hazel eyes briefly lingering on the generous vodka cranberry before leveling with hers. The comm device he'd been wearing earlier had been tucked away in his pocket to keep up the appearance he was just another patron at the club. "You shouldn't hog the bartender," he chided her lightly. "Or the booze," he added, looking back towards the glass. "Kyan," he introduced himself in a pleasant manner. Placing his hand on the bar, the young man waited for the right moment to make contact with Charlie. He could have just grabbed her and done his thing, but Viktor was always so very clear about needing to avoid causing a scene. He hungered, too much time having passed for his liking between the last time he had gotten to feed and now, but he wasn't going to rush into anything. The moniker he had been given by the others wasn't Impatience, after all, it was Gluttony, and he could wait to be sated.

Meanwhile, Six and Nathan found themselves approached by Sebastian Dane, a tall, muscular blond man in a suit whose appearance made it almost immediately obvious he worked security for the club. They didn't make a habit out of approaching someone who was just minding their own business in the club, but Six was of particular interest to them now that Alisha had pinged her as a mutant, and the fact that the girl was not old enough to be there gave Bas the perfect excuse to do just that. "Excuse me, miss," he spoke up once he was close to Six and her companion, raising his voice enough to be heard over the music. "You look like you're a bit too young to be in here. Could you step this way for a moment, please?" His tone was polite, and his request innocuous enough considering Six was a seventeen year old girl in a club for people twenty-one and over. But something about the look in his eyes, especially as he briefly met Nate's gaze, made it clear that going against his request would not be wise. There was a reason that Sebastian was referred to as Wrath by the others, and finding out why would not be a pleasant experience.

Back in the town car, a concerned frown creased Emma's brow. With the way her telepathy was already in use she was more limited in what she could do beyond that, but she was not completely oblivious to what was going on. She was aware that Six had been approached by someone wanting to verify her age, but unlike those at the door she was having a tough time changing the man's perception. Perhaps because he'd already come to the realisation that Six shouldn't be in there, since changing someone's mind about something took more effort than just having them ignore it to begin with, but it felt like there was more to that. Trying to touch his mind was like sticking her hand into a barrel full of angry piranha, snapping at her when she tried. It was nothing she'd ever experienced with the mind of a regular human, which was a definite red flag to her.

::Be careful Six:: she spoke up, for all three of them to hear. ::I believe this man might be a mutant, and if he's working with Viktor then that isn't good news. Don't cause a scene, the last thing we need is for a club full of fearful humans to trample each other on the way out due to mutant-on-mutant violence, but be on your guard.:: Another warning for Charlie could have been helpful too, but Kyan Dumont completely escaped the telepath's notice. She was only vaguely aware that the brunette had company beyond that of the bartender, but when she tried to scan for someone she found nothing and chalked it off to having spread herself too far that she didn't have a clear picture of what was happening anymore. Where Kyan should have been noticeable to her telepathic power, there was simply nothing for her to find.
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Notion
 Posted: May 9 2018, 02:35 PM
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Only in America, where the customer was always right, could Charlie feasibly pull off her dosing of the bartender, Justin. The physical signs that her pheromones had done their job were evident in his flushed cheeks and flooded pupils. That, as well as the fact that he blissfully ignored the red-hot glares from the patrons he typically doted over. Looking to her for approval, Justin wouldn’t be disappointed seeing as he’d done exactly as she’d hoped.

“Perfect. Thank you, love,” she beamed at him, all the salt from her previous address toward Justin turned saccharine. “What’s your name?” She inquired next, keen on addressing those that she influenced on a first name basis. In some way or another, it tended to strengthen the bond of her control over them, as a sort of personal touch to their coercion. He was quick to supply his moniker, which Charlie then used to get to the root of why she’d dosed him in the first place. “Justin, please mix me up a virgin mai tai, then fetch your manager for me,” she directed him before carefully picking up the precariously full concoction she’d ordered and venturing a small sip. Charlie didn’t expect Justin to know much that would be of use to her, but he should be able to procure someone who actually might. And in the meantime, she needed to provide Six with something that appeared to be a cocktail but wouldn’t have the teen buzzing by the time she reached the bottom of the glass.

Charlie didn’t give the man who slid into the seat next to her much more than a sideways glance until he’d spoken up and introduced himself. It was a given, in a place like this and looking the way she did tonight, that Charlie would attract the attention of another. But with business at hand, she wasn’t much for small talk and pick-up lines. Even so, she’d humor the handsome man at least as much as was required not to draw undue attention.

“Oh, I can hardly help myself. I’m just such a lush,” she replied, her words dripping with sarcasm as her lips twisted into a sly smile. “Pleased to meet you, Kyan. Aviela,” she introduced herself, not bothering to reach for the customary handshake that typically accompanied it. She had no intention of dosing everyone she came into close quarters with, only the ones that served a purpose. Just as Justin placed the tall fruity drink she’d requested for Kingtide on the bar top, Emma Frost’s voice rang loud and clear in her mind. Not wanting to draw any attention to the surge of high alert that had gripped her in the instant after that warning, Charlie swiveled her stool around and leaned her elbows back onto the bar top. Her view from this vantage point gave her a clear angle of Six, Fenrir and company on the dance floor.

Charlie didn’t like this… not one bit. If he were a regular bouncer, she’d be there to change his mind about the issue of Six’s age in an instant. But given Emma’s warning, there was more at work than typical enforcement here. Justin had left the bar as requested, undoubtedly to seek out one of the higher ups in this establishment, much to the groans and complaints of the unserved patrons lining the bar. :: I have eyes on him, :: Charlie informed the group, letting them know they weren’t alone in their engagement of the bouncer. Turning back to Kyan but keeping the main object of her focus in her peripherals, Charlie dropped the bad news on her new acquaintance.

“I hate to be rude, but I have a thirsty friend in need of this drink,” she informed him, reaching the mai tai and her vodka with a splash of cranberry. The manager could wait, or Justin could be a good boy and send him her way, but for now she was preoccupied with the issue of Six already being questioned. And by a large, foreboding looking man already identified as a mutant. Call it intuition, or a product of being in a myriad of shitty situations before, but Charlie didn’t have a good feeling about the interaction on the dance floor. She reached for her purse, pulling a pair of twenties from her wallet and setting them on the bar top before shooting Kyan her most practiced apologetic smile.
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Kingtide
 Posted: May 9 2018, 09:19 PM
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The music at Verve wasn’t really anything to write home about, but it had enough of a beat that Mack could manage to keep her petite form moving appropriately. The redhead had never been much of a dancer, nothing like her ex-best friend, but she was able to keep enough white girl flail out of her moves to make the experience passable. Head tilted slightly as she was addressed, turning around to politely decline whatever club rat had decided to try and pick her up, but instead getting a face full of burley chest fitted into a well tailored suit.

Eyelashes were fluttered as she tilted her head back, curls falling off her shoulder in a bounce as her blue eyes rested on the bouncer’s face. Man, he was tall. ”Don’t be silly, I’m just short She cooed up at him, waving her hand dismissively. When it appeared her brush off wasn’t going to get her anywhere, she let out a dramatic sigh and pushed a hand through her red curls for effect. ”Alright, but only because you’re so gosh darn cute.” She let go of a giggle that made her want to punch herself in the face, before bouncing her way off the dancefloor and happily chittering away at him while they moved, her accent thickening as she worked to appear tipsy.

::Roger that.::

Mack kept the happy grin on her face as she moved, acting as though she were a lucky teen being escorted to a rocking VIP party. ::Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.:: Whether she was correct was something she’d soon find out. ”Did you know you’re like crazy tall, like super tall.” She burst into a fit of giggles, her progress coming to a halt as she clutched at her side. ”That’s like, so funny. You’re a total crack up! Are we going to, like, some kind of sweet party in the back? I just really wanted to get my dance on tonight, you know? Just to like, feel the music.”

With another flutter of her hands she picked up her pace again, not wanting to irritate this unknown into completely losing his temper on her, but wanting to stall long enough to give Notion and Fenrir enough time to get closer to her position.

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Fenrir
 Posted: May 10 2018, 05:36 PM
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Being somewhat late to the party Nate was content to follow the lead of both Notion and Kingtide. Stopping a mutant trafficking ring was serious business, and while he was prepared to do whatever was needed to see the operation through he wasn't there from there start and so felt that he was present more as a sort of enforcer. His investigative skills had assisted the group in narrowing down the location of the base of Viktor's little operation, but he was still something of an outsider to the operation as a whole.

He also had no real idea where to begin. Moving as a big group and simply asking questions until someone spilled the beans, granted them access to Viktor's inner sanctum, or they drew out the man himself would be a foolhardy approach at best, so as Charlie departed for the bar Nate joined Six as she made her way to the dance floor. Filtering out the loud music was challenging and the brightness of the flashing lights was irritating, exactly as he had assumed, but he would manage. There were certainly worse situations, louder noises and brighter lights than those found in a nightclub, so he would endure to get the job done.

Upon being asked if he had any sweet dance moves, Nate's brow furrowed as a somewhat nervous smile crossed his lips. Being a werewolf had its perks, and unnaturally high agility was one of them. While he wouldn't necessary call himself a great dancer, he was sure that he could pull off some moves if he paid enough attention to those of the people around him. "Why don't we find out?" he said, cocking his head to one side and offering a shrug. Part of fitting in was actually playing the part, so he'd at least try.

It wasn't long before they had attracted attention, which was something that Nate hoped wouldn't happen. When a large blond slab who was obviously on the payroll approached and accurately accused Six of being underage, Nate wondered if the girl would simply be able to produce a convincing fake ID and send the man on his merry way, until the telepathic message from Emma Frost warned them that there was something more to the man. That wasn't all. When their eyes met, Nate's own eyes narrowed slightly. It was difficult to pinpoint, even with his own superior sight, but there was something more to the guy. Feeling it best to not simply allow Six to depart with the guy alone, Nate followed the two through the crowd.

::I'm following,:: he fired back to the others, letting them know that he wasn't simply going to allow one of his companions to be ejected from the club or worse. Even if she could take care of herself he would rather be present as backup. Something about the guy didn't sit right with him, and he didn't want anyone getting in over their heads. ::Be careful, Six. I'll be on hand if anything gets weird.::

From what he knew, neither of the women he had accompanied into the club knew the whole truth about him. Enhanced strength, senses, and accelerated healing were easy to pass off as mutant abilities, but he had an ace in the hole. Transforming would amplify his power to a great degree, but he would rather not have to resort to that in a crowd of people. It would be far too easy to accidentally hurt someone who was trying to flee from a monster.

On the other hand, if they were taken somewhere completely out of sight, the loud music and lights could potentially cover up any screams that came from the guy if he happened to suddenly be confronted by a seven foot tall monster.

::Emma, is there any way for you to see where he's leading her?:: It was a long shot, but if he had some sort of idea then he might be able to formulate some sort of plan.
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Emma Frost
 Posted: May 14 2018, 01:29 PM
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Things were not going according to plan. Granted there hadn't been much of one beyond "March into the club and take out Viktor". Not Emma's most wel thought out plan, but then it simply hadn't seemed like anything more than that would be necessary. The blonde had expected Charlie's knack for infiltration and getting answers out of people to serve them well, while Six's hydrokinetic abilities would be enough to physically deal with Viktor, should the need arise. Nate was there as an added layer of insurance that things would go smoothly, providing a potentially useful element of surprise. That Viktor, who hunted their kind and sold them into slavery, had some way of detecting mutants had not escaped Emma, and she couldn't imagine a better way to subvert that than with a surprise werewolf. With Emma herself providing telepathic backup on top of all that, this really should have gone better so far.

Emma's biggest miscalculation was that while she had accounted for the possibility of Charlie and Six being detected somehow, she hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. The trio had barely had a chance to scope out the place before someone who almost certainly was on Viktor's payroll had swooped in to take Six somewhere private. To verify her age, the man had claimed, but not one of their group was going to fall for that excuse. Going in knowing that this club was owned by someone who dealt in mutant lives like they were some kind of commodity made sure of that. Now they just needed to use the fact that they were at least somewhat prepared for a situation like this to keep things from completely going South.

On the dance floor, Sebastian was not particularly impressed with Kingtide's act. It was believable enough, because people her age acting like actual complete idiots was something someone who worked in an environment like this had plenty of experience with, he just didn't let it it distract him from his job. "There is no party in the back," he told her truthfully. "Please, just come with me." He led Six through the crowd of people, towards the side of the club where a door would lead her into a room that served as a private lounge with a corner of it set up as a small, casual office space. Opening the door for her, Sebastian gestured for Six to go inside.

Fenrir had supposedly kept a close eye on the young redhead, the question he asked Emma sort of answering itself not long after he had asked it. ::I don't know anything more than you do, Nathan:: Emma told the private eye through the group's shared psychic connection. He had eyes, ones that functioned better than most people's, so she expected him to use them. ::Why he took her there, I don't know. I'm stretched a bit thin here, so reading his mind is proving to be difficult. Not just because of everything I'm doing on the side either. There's something just... off about the man's mind:: She'd caution the trio again to be careful, but she'd already done so once and did not expect they needed to be told twice. ::Perhaps Charlie would be better able to get some answers out of him,:: Emma supposed then, unaware that Notion was currently dealing with a situation of her own, even if the brunette didn't know it yet herself.

Over at the bar, Kyan gave the woman he'd only gotten to keep company for a brief moment a slight pout. "Oh, that's too bad." His gaze shifted then, landing on the same scene that Aviela's attention was fixated on. "Is that your friend?" he wondered then with a brief gesture in Six's direction, trying to maintain some kind of dialogue as a means to keep the brunette there for at least a bit longer. She didn't want to be rude, after all, she'd said so herself. "Wonder what she did to draw attention from security." He paused briefly, watching as Sebastian and the girl disappeared into a side room and heaved a small sigh. "Okay, I don't think you'll be getting that drink in there," he pointed out to Aviela, nodding at the drink she was holding. "I mean, you could try if you don't mind getting in trouble as well." Not that she wasn't already, but Kyan was content letting the brunette think that trouble was happening across the dancefloor from where she was, instead of sitting on a stool right next to her.

Over where Six had entered the room, Bas closed the door behind them and gestured for the girl to take a seat. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience," he told her, maintaining the polite front he had put on for the girl. When dealing with mutants like her, Sebastian knew from experience that it was generally best not to upset them. Even with Alisha's ability to know exactly what they were capable of that could still lead to some nasty surprises. "We want everyone to have a good time at Verve, but the law's the law, so unless you can provide some kind of ID..." Of course he didn't care whether she was twenty-one or not, or about whatever ID she might have on her that had gotten her into the club, he was mostly just stalling. "It's best if you just wait here," Sebastian followed up, giving no reason as to why, "until my associate can join us. He'll get this sorted right away."

Flashing the girl a smile, Sebastian turned away from her and brought his hand up to the earpiece he was wearing. "Al, where's Kyan?" he asked, speaking with a quiet enough tone that Six's very human hearing wouldn't be able to make out what he was saying. Once he'd been informed by Alisha that Kyan was currently working on procuring them the other mutant who had ventured into their club, he turned back towards Six and offered her another friendly smile. "Would you like something to drink while we wait?" he wondered, his eyes briefly shifting towards the fancy looking water dispenser in the corner before turning his gaze back towards Six. Realisation set in almost immediately then, and while Bas managed to keep himself from actually saying it, there was a brief hint of "Oh, fuck me" in his expression.
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Fenrir
 Posted: May 15 2018, 12:04 PM
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Things weren't looking good thus far. The trio hadn't even been in the club for a full twenty minutes and already one of their number had been targeted by security. Kingtide looked fairly youthful, but Nate was certain that there were other underage people to be found in the club. For the blond giant to target Six seemed a little too unfortunate. There was a chance that it was simply an unwelcome coincidence, but the man had his doubts.

It wasn't long before the man ushered the girl into a side room and shut the door, and Nate's unspoken question to Emma Frost was answered with about as much information as he had expected. With her shielding their minds from outside interference and whatever was going on in the mind of the stranger she was unable to offer any insight into what he was thinking. It couldn't be helped, but he had thought to ask just in case. Notion might be able to charm some answers out of the man if she decided to follow along, but Nate was closer and had reached the door shortly after it was shut.

Taking a quick glance around to make sure no one else was approaching right away, Nate did his level best to tune out the music and the noises coming from people nearby. With the man having taken Six to a room off to the side it made things a little bit easier, as he was no longer right in the middle of all of that noise. While the obnoxious, almost unintelligible tune and its accompanying repetitive beat were still fairly pervasive, Nate was able to ignore most of it as he moved his head within an inch of the door, listening intently for anything that might be useful.

He'd break down the door if he had to. Even in his human form he should be able to manage that unless it was well reinforced.

The man was sticking to his story about pulling Six aside for being under age, but was waiting for someone who could “get things sorted.” Viktor, perhaps? Or maybe someone else?

Then the man began to speak a bit more quietly, clearly in a tone not intended for Six to hear. His few words were enough for him to get two names: Al and Kyan. The one the man was speaking to was Al, whose clearly female voice came sounding back over the man's communicator. Unfortunately with the excess noise going on elsewhere Nate was unable to make out the woman's exact words, as they were a bit of a muffled mess. It was clear enough that he was speaking to a woman however, about someone named Kyan, before he returned his attention to Six to ask if she wanted a drink.

Asking the hydrokinetic if she wanted a drink. Nate reflexively smiled. If Six was skilled with her powers and had the sense to use them then any liquid in her vicinity might easily become a dangerous weapon.

::Listening through the door. The man who took Six is talking to a woman who goes by 'Al,':: Nate thought pointedly toward the entire group so that they might have the information he had obtained. ::He asked her about the whereabouts of someone named Kyan. Clearly an associate. I couldn't make out what Al said in response –too much noise from the music and the dance floor.::

Nate remained near the door, but had pulled away just enough to appear as though he was simply waiting for his companion to emerge. Standing too close would have likely roused some kind of suspicion, and unless the man inside decided to whisper anything else he would likely hear whatever was said just fine. Waiting was likely the best option, as he wasn't entirely sure what was being planned. Acting too soon could blow their cover completely or provide Viktor with enough advance warning to escape the premises –not that Nate couldn't potentially track him via scent should he find something of his, and he'd sniff the seat of the man's chair if he had to in order to track the bastard down should he run– so he was going to play things cool until the time came to shift gears.
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Notion
 Posted: May 15 2018, 03:56 PM
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Aside from her painless dosing of the bartender, nothing thus far about their venture into Verve was going well. Charlie eyed Kingtide as she was escorted to the back room, disappearing alone with the gargantuan blonde man and leaving Fenrir to make sense of things from the other side of the door. Not being within arms length to provide her teammate with support was one thing, but having her completely out of sight was another entirely. She didn’t like the way this was going, not one bit, but though things underneath the surface were uncomfortably churning, at face value nothing had gone too far awry in the club just yet.

Kyan’s words drew Charlie away from her inner musings of what the hell their bunch was going to do next. The chatty stranger was awfully opinionated, continuing to insert himself into her business after she’d already politely brushed him off. He wasn’t wrong, though. Charlie put the drinks back onto the bar top as she attempted to regroup and reassess her next move, seeing as barging into that room after Six would only draw more unwanted attention than she’d already garnered. Playing it off the best she could, she provided some semblance of an answer to Kyan’s query.

“This always happens to her. The gift and curse of youthful looks,” Charlie explained casually with a shrug and a shake of her head. Six looked young, because she was, but it was still within the realm of possibility that she could be of age. Turning to meet Kyan’s green eyes, she added, “I’d rather not go looking for trouble. She’s a big girl, she can handle herself. I’m sure they’ll work out the misunderstanding in no time.” Charlie sounded much more confident than she was. It was in her nature to worry for those younger than her, and Six especially, given the fond relationship they’d built and maintained since the Savage Land. And though she didn’t doubt the hydrokinetic could handle herself, she didn’t like being separated like this.

Too many variables were askew and drifting in the unknown.

When Nate’s voice rang clear in her mind, Charlie soon realized Six wasn’t alone in her precarious circumstance. Her chatty guest wasn’t as benign an annoyance as she’d initially written him off to be. With no idea of what his angle actually was, Charlie did her best not to let the alarm rising within her show on her outward expression. The production of her pheromones, outside of her actual touch, had been meticulously maintained at a minimum since entering the club in order to keep a low profile. Upon this news that Kyan was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, she ditched the subtlety of restraint and ramped her pheromone production up. Charlie’s efforts were aided by the fact that she wasn't inhibited by much clothing this evening, though her uncertainty of what Kyan had up his sleeve kept her from reaching out and nipping said uncertainty in the bud immediately.

::Kyan is here with me at the bar,:: Charlie was quick to clue in her compatriots on the pickle she now found herself in. ::Hasn’t engaged as hostile thus far, but he definitely has his nose in our business,:: she confirmed of what Nate had picked up on. Not wanting to miss a beat or draw any more suspicion than she’d already garnered, Charlie dialed her attention back into Kyan with her next address. Tipping back the last of her rather stiff drink back, she opted to engage with the sly man rather than avoid in order to figure out some element of his angle.

“Kyan, are you going to chat me up about my friend all night or should we get another round going?” She proposed with a grin and a raise of her brow. Charlie felt like a snake charmer, getting just close enough to the cobra to keep its attention but far enough away to avoid being bitten. Any attempt to escape might draw suspicion that she was privy to the game he was playing. But cozying up to him could supply her with enough of an edge (and more so once her pheromones had time to sink in) that she might be able to gain the upper hand. That was her plan, at least, but given that she had no idea what Kyan was capable of, it may be ill founded even in its infancy. “What’s your poison?”

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Kingtide
 Posted: May 17 2018, 01:09 AM
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There was really nothing for it, until they had a more solid plan of action she would just have to follow this giant wherever he was herding her. The fact Bas seemed less than impressed with her little bimbo act hadn’t been missed and it was something she toned down on after crossing the threshold into the secluded room. There was no longer an audience, unless her companions were about to come bursting through the door, and it all took more energy than she was willing to put out in keeping up that certain appearance.

Half her mind was kept on the chatter going on between the group, the other on the large man she now shared a room with. Mack moved towards the offered seat and folded herself gracefully into it, lifting her blue eyes to the man as he apologized. ”Don’t apologize, you’re just doing your job.” As she spoke the redhead spread out along the couch, making herself truly comfortable as she played along. There was no reason to make this man think she was onto him.

One eyebrow lifted as he asked for proof of ID, moving a hand from where it rested on the back of the couch to fish a small card holder from the left side of her bra. With a smile she held out the ID once it had been rescued from the holder. It was fake, everyone in the back room knew it was fake and she didn’t expect it back.

”Is your associate as fun as you?” She inquired with a scrunch of her nose, giggling at her own quip. ::How long do you want me to sit here and play nice?:: She inquired, eyes darting about the room as her companion turned away to poke at his ear. Attention slid back to Sebastian as he started speaking to her, following his eyes to the water cooler she had already noticed and lifting an eyebrow at him.

”You know, a glass of water would be wonderful… I’m feeling so dehydrated.” Picking up on the brief change of expression was like a red flag someone had suddenly decided to wave in her face while shrieking like a rooster. It wasn’t much and had she not been staring at him, she probably would have missed it. Unlike the ferals that had come and gone in her life, she couldn’t smell the changes on people. Lucky for her (or unlucky) her old mentor was no slouch.

Besides, smelling people on that level sounded icky.

::I think my giant friend knows what I can do:: She was prepared for it and wasn’t about to let the rest of her team go unaware. ::Same might go for Charlie and Nate:: Mulling over what Notion had offered them, and feeling like there was sufficient backup with Fenrir outside the door, Mack started to pull extra moisture into the room. Her expression cooled slightly as she finally pushed away all feigned stupidity she had entered the room with and shifted herself just slightly on her claimed couch. ”I’m really growing bored of being in this little room with you, could you perhaps speed your fun little friend up so I can go back to having such a splendid time somewhere that isn’t here?”

”Also, you didn’t give me your name… and if you don’t tell me, I’m bound to start guessing and label you with something tragic.” She added, frowning over at him. ”Like, Chauncey.” There was enough moisture in the room at that point Sebastian would definitely start to notice. Although the redhead was unaffected and looking oblivious, there was enough moisture to make his clothing sag and the walls to look tacky as the room got steadily more muggy.

”Or Herald.” The corners of her mouth turned up as she pulled out the worst names she could think of. ”Mate, it only goes downhill from here.” Mack had always been a chatty person and perhaps she would annoy him to death before drowning him.

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 Posted: May 19 2018, 10:58 AM
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Standing near the entrance to the VIP area of the club, away from where both Kyan and Bas were dealing with their respective target, Alisha Miller kept a close eye on how things were proceeding. Bas had isolated the hydrokinetic from her two friends, while Kyan had sidled up to the woman whose pheromones had bent poor Justin to her will. The oblivious, well-meaning bartender had done as he was instructed by Charlie, fixing the virgin mai tai and then stepping away from behind the bar to go find the manager. That meant that Justin was looking for her, and had gone straight to where her office was at first. Unaware of this, Alisha had taken out her phone and been talking to man in charge of this entire operation. While he didn't involve himself directly with procuring mutants most of the time, the man was very much interested in knowing what had wandered straight into their clutches.

When Justin finally found her, Alisha excused herself and hung up her phone, flashing the bartender a mildly annoyed look. That normally might have given Justin pause, but now that he was under Charlie's influence he didn't care and simply informed Alisha that she was needed at the bar. Not as a request, instead actually telling her she needed to go there. It wasn't something Alisha would have put up with normally, but being aware of what Notion could do made her more tolerant towards Justin's brash manners. "Of course, I'll be right over," she assured the young man. "Why don't you go ahead and make sure she's comfortable?" Eager as he was to make sure Charlie was comfortable, Justin readily agreed and headed back towards the bar while Alisha lingered where she was. If she could stall a little before heading over there, perhaps Kyan would make it so that the woman's pheromones would no longer be a concern.

While Justin had come under Charlie's influence, Kyan was still fully in control of his own mind. The initial effect of Charlie's pheromones, which he had been subjected to just by being near her, had no effect on him and even as he spent more time sitting next to her he lost nothing in agency. Mutant powers generally worked that way when it came to Kyan, any effect they might have on the man's body and mind simply nullified by his own ability to siphon away mutant powers and negate their effects. That was how he had escaped Emma Frost's notice so far, whereas Sebastian's presence had been quickly picked up on by the blonde telepath.

In the back of her town car, Emma's brow furrowed as Fenrir informed them of someone named Kyan being associated with Sebastian, only for Charlie to share that the man in question was with her at the bar. While her powers were stretched rather thin at the moment, she really ought to have been able to telepathically locate anyone within close proximity of Charlie, but no matter how many times she tried there was no Kyan or anyone else involved with Viktor's operation near her. And yet when she briefly chose to see the world through Charlie's eyes, she could tell that the man was right there at the bar with her. ::Be careful, Charlie:: Emma cautioned the brunette over their telepathic link. ::I can't pick up anything from this man, and if he's immune to my particular ability he might not be all that quick to give into compulsion either.:: What exactly he was capable of, Emma hadn't a clue. Sebastian's mind was too difficult to get into to learn anything about his associate, and picking the "Al" Nate had mentioned from a crowded club wasn't easy.

Unaware of the telepathic communication going on, Kyan continued to cozy up to the woman he thought oblivious to the threat sitting right next to her. "I'll have a gin tonic," he informed her with a toothy smile. "Though we're going to need our bartender back before we--" Kyan's voice trailed off as Justin finally found his way back behind the bar, the dark skinned man letting out a chuckle as he levelled his eyes with Charlie's again. "Nevermind. A gin tonic it is then." Of course what Kyan really wanted to consume was Charlie, the transfer of energy that came with his siphoning of mutant abilities being what actually sustained him, but he could wait. As far as he was concerned this was a done deal, there was no need to rush. Sebastian would likely appreciate it if he hurried so the hydrokinetic could be dealt with as well, but keeping Bas happy wasn't Kyan's job.

A good thing too, because Bas was not happy at all. Kingtide was being way too sassy for her own good, no doubt because she felt like she was at an advantage there. Or so Bas assumed, considering he was feeling at a bit of a disadvantage being stuck in a room with a hydrokinetic and more than enough of the element she could work with to make for a potentially bad situation. On top of that he was feeling kinda sweaty, or... well, probably not sweaty but instead being affected by whatever hydrokinetic bullshit the girl was pulling. He would have put a stop to it already, but damaged goods were harder to sell and when Bas got his hands on people damaged was usually the best case scenario for them. If she didn't cut the crap though - both the hydrokinetic kind and the attitude she was showing - he was just going to have to make an executive decision and cut it for her. "My name," he started, "is none of your business." What, was she thinking of braiding it into a friendship bracelet for him? Bas had no interest in cosying up to the brat. That was more Kyan's thing. "We've only been here for a minute, kid," Bas told the girl then, his annoyance clear in the tone of his voice. "So try being patient. And maybe try being quiet too." It was probably too much to ask, but a man could dream. "And whatever it is you're doing..." Bas gestured at himself, soaked with the moisture he knew the girl had to be manipulating. "Stop it. I'm only going to ask you nicely once."

Meanwhile, Alisha was making her way towards the bar. Even if Kyan had yet to make his move on Charlie, she couldn't stay away for too long without it becoming suspicious. She passed the two mutants' human friend on her way over there but didn't spare him more than a brief glance. As a non-mutant, there simply wasn't anything of interest for her to see there. Once they took care of his friends he would be dealt with, just so there were no loose ends there. Until then he could just do whatever, as long as he didn't interfere with their capture of the two mutants. Reaching the bar, Alisha made her way around to the back of it and then towards where Charlie and Kyan were sitting. "Good evening," she greeted them with a smile, keeping enough distance between herself and the other woman that she wasn't right up in Pheromone Central. "Justin here informed me that you wanted to speak to the manager? That'd be me. What seems to be the problem here?" Kyan not handling his target yet, Alisha would argue, but Charlie likely held a different opinion regarding that.
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