11095/One Night in Madripoor

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One Night in Madripoor
Date of Scene: 09 May 2022
Location: Madripoor
Synopsis: Victor takes Maddie into Madripoor as a way of showing his appreciation. Surprisingly, no one is harmed but a roulette table, and one gambler frightened out of his mind.
Cast of Characters: Victor Creed, Madelyne Pryor




Victor Creed has posed:
The rest of the flight toward Southeast Asia goes smoothly. The jet aligns over the Strait of Malacca, briefly avoids Singapore's air space and finally lands in Madripoor. Even from the sky, one can immediately see the difference in conditions between Hightown and Lowtown. The extreme inequities between the have and have-nots are infamous within the crime ridden city. One might say the number one important of Madripoor is the gullible, and the number one export is broken dreams. It is a city that is built on exploitation from the ground up.

Creed called ahead to pull a few strings to change their original landing path and a rental corvette convertible is waiting for them near the hanger. Once they parked the jet, Creed thumbs for Maddie to follow. He takes a moment outside the trunk of the corvette to retrieve a suit case, open it, and grabs a set of fresh clothes.

"Alright, so what's your poison? You want to catch some blood sport? Try the high life? Check out the low life? This city has about anythin' you could name, and a gal with your skills probably ain't gonna encounter many obstacles to doin' what she wants." Creed comments as he removes his shirt, pulls on a fresh one, and starts fastening buttons.

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
Glancing down at herself, Madelyne frowns slightly. "First stop needs to be a shop. I was not planning much of a walk-about here, and somehow I don't think this," she waves her hands up and down, indicating the one-piece flight jumpsuit. "Is really the right outfit to enjoy everything Madripoor has to offer." She glances over to him as he has a change of clothes for himself. "But if you want to call ahead to whereever we're going, and have something waiting for me there, I'll go with whatever you can order up. No need to waste time at the mall." She glances around slowly. "Or whatever passes for the mall here."

She taps her chin absently as she thinks beyond the need for better fashion. "I think I've seen quite a bit of blood already, and so as much as that appeals to me..." She turns her gaze over towards him. "You pick." She shrugs. "All of it will be a new experience for me."

Victor Creed has posed:
Creed eyes Maddie for a moment then slides into the driver's seat of the corvette. He pushes seat back as far as it can go then he reaches into the console to retrieve a burner phone. He dials someone from the contact list while drumming his claws on the steering wheel.

"It's Creed. I've got a plus one, and she needs a dress for the evening..." He looks Maddie's way and gives her an assessing glance, murmuring a few guessed measurements into the phone.

He growls lightly into the cell, "For Fucks sake, I'm not a fashion expert."

A voice replies from the other end, listing out a couple of options.

"Let's do... short black dress. Never go wrong with that. She's a red-head. No, I said black. Not green. Good. Have it in my room." Victor runs a hand through his hair in irritation, "People askin' too many questions. Well... Get in Maddie."

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
"Can never go wrong with the little black dress," replies Maddie as she moves over towards the passenger seat. "I owe you, apparently. I hope it's not too expensive." She smiles broadly at Victor as she settles into the seat. "I never like to be too much in anyone's debt."

She nods in slow approval as he offers her measurements. "A keen eye," she observes once the call is over, laughing softly. "I hadn't realized you had been studying my body quite so much." A tease.

As Victor starts to pull away, she reaches up to undo the bun that had held her hair in check during the flight, and her long stresses of red hair are ready to fly behind her once the convertible sets into motion.

Victor Creed has posed:
"I've been around for awhile. Experience counts for somethin', don't it?" Creed offers a fanged grin and then shifts the corvette into gear racing out of the airport. On the way out, he takes the checkpoint entirely too fast, the security guard initially miffed then evidently recognizing something about the vehicle, he manages to lift the arm just in time to avoid Creed blowing through it.

The sun starting to set, the lights of Madripoor begin to illuminate the horizon, vast skyscrapers representing the empires of the independently wealthy. Creed takes to the streets without much fear or regard for appreciation for traffic laws.

"Thinkin' you don't owe me shit. I'd be spendin' the next few months swimmin' and eating raw fish if you hadn't helped out back there. Way I see it. I owe you somethin' to balance things out. My time is worth more then one little black dress." He chuckles as tires squeal around a corner, horns blaring in irritation at his choice of path.

Soon, there are parking in front of a Casino Hotel named Black Jade, neon lights indicating moniker along with a few black statues of various mythic creatures. A valet comes out to meet them as Creed hops over his door tossing the man his keys. Another valet gets the door for Maddie.

"Figure you might need more then a dress, we can drop a list off at the concierge, later." He nods.

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
There is a deep abiding grin on Maddie's face as Victor peels out, one that does not fade throughout the entirety of the journey. Her pulse quickened, the adrenaline kicking in. Every part of it thrilling her.

"Appreciate you saying so. Always good to offer, though." She takes a moment to throw her arms up into the air as the car takes a particularly fast straightaway, although she composes herself by the time they roll into the hotel.

"I don't need much, honestly." She opens the door and slides out of the seat, standing up and looking back over at Victor. "I can slip into the dress, and we can hit the road. I don't want to slow us down too much."

Victor Creed has posed:
The lobby of the Black Jade Hotel and Casino is grandiose with a large shiny black monolith acting as the centerpiece. Creed heads straight for the elevators. Arriving on the upper floors, its a quick trip to a penthouse suite that probably didn't do anything to deserve it's monstrous tenet.

The suite has the expected large posh living area and a set of double doors leads to the master. The palette of the room is black and red, more of those black statues acting as accents. On the large king with red comforter, the short black dress is laid out, along with a few different sizes of matching black heels and an assortment of jewelry.

"It'll do." Creed comments in regards to the room then gestures toward the dress. "There ya go."

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
"It looks lovely enough to me," murmurs Maddie, as she moves along towards the bed, taking a few moments to look over the suite. To her, of course, it is lavish, even if otherwise not impressive to the circles Victor travels in. She scoops up the dress and heads towards the bathroom.

She emerges less than a minute later, running her fingers through her hair with one hand and carrying her former clothes in a pile with the other. The dress slips over her form easily, dark black a strong contrast to her otherwise pale complexion. A deep v cut in the front shows a daring amount of cleavage, something which does not seem to concern her overly much. "It fits well enough, although..." She doesn't quite finish the thought, choosing instead to toss her clothes onto a chair haphazardly. She picks up the heels and bends over to slip them on, the dress hanging loosely around her frame. Perhaps a bit too loosely, if there is such a thing. She straightens and then looks over at Victor, flashing him a smile.

"Ready to hit the town?"

Victor Creed has posed:
It's not so much that Victor's tastes are too 'refined' for the suite, its much more that its just not impressive to him. Every now and then, he puts on airs and indulges in the luxuries of society, yet something inside of him would still much rather be roaming the wilderness or stalking an alley on a murder spree. It does help the room is partly decorated in one of his favorite colors, red.

Victor gives Madelyne an appreciative once over, eyes staring unabashed at her cleavage. He makes a low whistle, "Lucky dress."

He nods and heads to the door, ready to escort her to the casino floor.

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
Another quick gaze around the room, and Maddie moves forward. She leaves the jewelry behind, apparently deciding she needs no further adornment. The way that dress flows over her form, Victor could end up with far more of an eyeful if he were patient. That, also, seems not to bother her.

"Play your cards, right, Victor, and maybe you'll get luckier than the dress." She moves to the door, offering her arm to him.

Victor Creed has posed:
"That so... Well, you just be careful danglin' a fine cut of meat in front of a carnivore like me, baby." Creed chuckles and walks her to the elevator. He presses the button for the casino and hums to himself, giving Maddie a couple of more glances.

Wouldn't doesn't need to be a mind-reader to guess what Victor was thinking about, but if one does pry, there are a few other disturbing thoughts. Some relieving of the bloodbath on the jet. Evidently that level of visceral violence rated right up there with the promise of other kinds of fun. The two thoughts seem to also have some lewd and macabre intersections, but none of the violence stars Maddie as a victim, more of an accomplice.

The elevator doors open and the Casino is bustling with activity. The wait staff and dealers wear white to offset from the black and red of the casino. The games range from the usual fare and a set of double doors lead to a small arena where prize fights are held.

Creed waves down one of the wait staff and looks to Maddie, "What are you drinkin'?"

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
"I think I can handle myself," Maddie says, projecting a confidence well beyond reality. In truth, the not knowing excites her, a quickening of her pulse at that statement as she stands in the elevator with him. Her gaze if straight forward, at the mirrored doors in front of them. She nibbles at her lip, looking at first her in the dress, and then stealing a look at Victor's reflection.

Does he peer into his mind, or does she just surmise what is on it? Unclear, before her cheeks are flushing by the time the elevator doors open. A red nearly as bold as her hair.

She walks next to Victor, every step that of a practiced woman who knows how to showcase her legs in the heels. Even if her chest rises and falls rapidly at the sudden nervousness of the situation she was walked into. "Chardonnay," she answers.

Victor Creed has posed:
Creed nods and orders himself a glass of everclear. His nostrils flare momentarily, he side eyes Maddie for another second and grins bigger, those terrifying fangs momentarily on display. The man really did love playing with fire.

He waits for their drinks to arrive and considers their options for a moment. "For you... Its gonna have to be roulette or the fighting pits. Anything else, it's not gonna seem like much of a surprise, I'm guessin'."

Resting a hand on the small of her back, he nudges her toward a roulette table. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he tosses a platinum colored chip toward the dealer, who responds by exchanging it for a few stacks in a variety of denominations.

The other guests are all finely dressed as well, but Maddie and Creed make quite the pair. Maddie for her sensual show of leg. Victor for the way he manages to turn moments of contempt into brief gasps of horror. This exact scene plays out as a older gentlemen offers Maddie a look of appreciation and a glimpse of disdain for Victor until he notices the fangs and claws. The man's eyes widen and stare ahead to the wheel.

Creed offers Maddie a stack of chips and then starts guessing the future with a few bets on a couple of numbers and black.

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
One thing Maddie has figured out for herself is how to work a room. She knows the dress is not a perfect fit. She also had to abandon everything else she had been wearing to make it work. But the feeling had left her with a sense of freedom and liberty. She watches the game at play, and quietly considers whether she should apply some gentle nudges to the ball as it spun. What is the harm in that? Or would she be caught?

She watches the older gentleman arouse Victor's contempt. And the reaction once Victor shows it. An evil grin slips over her face. The next time there is a call for bets, she twists a bit from her spot, leaning far over the edge of the table, in the direction of the gentleman. She can feel the way the dress hangs from her. She knows what he will see if he looks. She pauses, as if deliberating between two wagers, until she is sure she has captured the gentleman's...attention. Then she looks up at him, smiling winsomely, before straightening her back slowly to rise up, leaning back into Victor's hand.

And she waits...

Victor Creed has posed:
Perhaps lust can inspire valor to a degree, or at leash foolishness. The ball is dropped and begins rolling around the wheel. The older gentleman does indeed get an eyeful. He reaches up adjusting his collar then comments, "That woman is too gorgeous for a monster like you..."

In some ways, its doubling insulting because the man doesn't address Maddie directly. He just speaks about her.

Creed's eyebrows raise as he looks back at the 'older' man. In truth, Victor could be this man's grandfather. "Oh, you reckon I'm a monster, huh? Well say.. You might be a smart man. Too gorgeous, huh?"

Victor gives Maddie another assessing look over, tilting his head. "Don't know, I think pretty highly of myself. I think I deserve the absolute best of what I can take."

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
Watching the man make his claim, Maddie leans back against Victor's hand. And then further, tilting her head to look up at him, her back arching slowly from the posture. The dress clings to every bit of her, and there can be no doubt as to what contours lie beneath it as she stretches.

"He seems to think he can do better for me," Maddie purrs, as she gazes up at Victor, and then rights her head to look over at the gentleman. "Prove it," she says, suddenly, in a voice steely, and commanding.

Victor Creed has posed:
The gentleman leans back in his chair, a little off guard by Maddie's command. He rolls his tongue around in his mouth and looks at Creed. His mind immediately goes to the thought of 'filthy mutant'. The prejudice gives him some false sense of superiority. He snaps his fingers and a couple of large sized bodyguard act as his wingmen.

He then pushes a large stack of chips, in the tens of thousands. Pointedly, he looks at Madelyne as he says "On red."

Creed's response is sheer amusement. He chuckles lowly and pokes a thumbed claw toward the man. "Oh, he's cute, and he's got some mighty fine guards, yes he does. Guess its my turn."

Victor rises and leans over, placing a claw on the wood of the roulette table in front of the man. "I don't think I've introduced myself."

Creed starts carving a message.

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
Maddie stares down at the man. What had before been cordial, almost seductive, has shifted into anger. Fury. Her chest rises and falls as that starts to take over her form. Victor can feel her tightening. The tension.

Her eyes remain on the man, taking the most casual of notices to his bet. The wheel spins and spins, the ball bouncing around, here and there. Finally, it comes to a landing, the spinning slowly, the ball resting in red. Until it pops up, suddenly, rolling to the side. Settling at black.

A smirk on Maddie's face as she watches him. "Pity."

Victor Creed has posed:
One of the bodyguards attempts to wrap Creed's wrist as he carves on the wood of the roulette table.

Meanwhile, the gentleman frowns as the ball abruptly hops from red to black. He looks at Maddie with suspicion then his eyes widen as he makes a connection that she might be a mutant as well.

The bodyguard doesn't seem strong enough to stop Creed from drawing yet the gentleman is distracted. He rises, "Why you cheating whor-." He's cut off by a panicked question, "Ugh, SIR!?"

The gentleman then looks down at the table to see the letters S-A-B-E-R-T-O-O-T-H clawed into the finish of the table. The man snaps his gaze toward Creed. Wetness begins to form in his pants, as the faint smell of urine fills the air.

"Aw shucks. Someone forgot their depends. Y'all be good boys and take your boss somewhere to get cleaned up." Creed grins.

Ghostly pale, the gentleman stands, looks them over briefly then begins to walk, leaving a trail.

Creed's hand rests on Maddie's back once more as he escorts her away from the puddle. "Well, that was fun..."

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
There can be no doubt she was the source, as the awareness seems to dawn on the gentleman's face. Maddie nods slowly, a triumphant smirk on her face. She knows what she cost him. And suspects what it will cost him.

As the rest of the scene plays out, she remains impassive, watching the chaos unfold. It is not until Creed's hand returns to her back that she moves once more, stepping back and away, walking along with him. She looks up towards his height, and breathes nearly a whisper. "Take me back to the room."

You do not need to be a mind-reader to know what is on her mind.

Victor Creed has posed:
Creed downs his glass of everclear and glances around for a moment. "Not a bad idea, on more then one account."

The 'monster' guides Madelyne back to the elevator and chuckles lowly to himself again once the elevator doors close. He looks toward Maddie, "You are a bit of a trouble-maker, ain't ya?"

Another one of those fangful grins is offered. "Best people tend to be. Whole world is full of bastards. Might as well be the biggest one in the room if you ask me."

Soon enough, he's swiping a card for access back to the penthouse.

Madelyne Pryor has posed:
Within the elevator, Maddie lets loose a breath that she had not been realizing she was holding this time. She looks up at Victor, a grin settling on her lips. "I suppose that I am."

She moves along with him, her eyes shifting between the door to the penthouse and the savage mutant at her side. "Or be standing next to him," she murmurs in reply.