17537/The Rooks Meet

The Rooks Meet
Date of Scene:	31 March 2024
Location:	The Inner Sanctum - Hellfire Club
Synopsis:	The two Rooks of the Hellfire Club banter.
Cast of Characters:	Talia al Ghul, Wilson Fisk

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Talia al Ghul has posed:
They were on opposite sides of the table, as far as the dynamic of the Hellfire Court went. One Black, one White. The Rooks often (but not always) acted as troubleshooters and trouble-fixers for the Club. At least as far as the methods that the Club might decide needed actively handled, rather than internally. Talia Al Ghul was in the inner sanctum, casually going through some notes while sipping a brandy.

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Wilson Fisk comes in slowly his hand is moving to adjust his tie, his suit is hugging against his body with a nod at Talia. "Good evening, Miss Ghul." His voice is cold, walking to a spot at the table to slide into it matching his rank of the White Rook. "It is good to see you again, I was told you had been on house arrest. Has that ended?" His voice is teasing, her looking her right in the eye, placing down his briefcase opening it taking out his own paperwork.

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would turn over to Wilson, "I've had my own arrangements. And I would hardly call it that." First annoyed that Fisk would mention such a thing. Next, that Fisk would -know- such a thing. The man had sources after all. "I do hope that business has been well. You've seen some of the rather unusual groups of hoodlums gonig out and about?"

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Wilson Fisk leans back in his chair placing down more of the paper, looking over it not looking up at her yet. "Indeed, business is always well. But, that is good to know you have it all handled, we don't need someone tied up in such a fashion on the board. It makes you a liability, to us all." His voice is still icy, as he looks up at Talia. "Unless, that is how you enjoy it. Than, feel free to keep on that good work. There are always hoodlums, just like there are always quality in this place. Which hoodlums are you refering to?"

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would muse, "I don'tknow.. There always seems to be more of them. Some of them quite theatrical. Have you been keeping up with the antics of the.. What are they called, the Injustice League? Legion of Doom? Whatever title they particularly fancy themselves by so far. The situation seems to be growing more and more theatrical these last few years."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Wilson Fisk leans back in his chair, his fingers steepled in front of him. "I have listened to the talks, the wagging of the tongues. All of it, but it effects me little to be honest. They have yet to take my pieces of the pie, so that can happen as it well. Do you think, we need to take a more active role in this as a club or as people?"

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would sigh, "Yes, yes. I suppose at the very least if one does construction work they keep things gainfully employed and the sector buzzing. Have you ever considered buying a stake in Damage Control? Expensive, but I'm sure it would pay off dividends. And this club serves a useful function. But get too drawn in.."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Wilson Fisk looks over at Talia with a little chuckle. "I have in the past, I wonder if my coin is still in there I will have to check. But, yeah I helped start them once long ago." His hand is moves to place the papers back into the case. "Now than, what are you up to as of late, just helping others with that kind heart of yours?"

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would shake her head, "Oh, not in the slightest. I'm looking out for myself. Occasionally engaging in side projects that bring benefits. Cooperation can yield the occasional results. It brings in options and contacts for other things. Even when I lay low I give myself the possibilities for later schemes to operate out of."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Wilson Fisk nods slowly his eyes on Talia with a nod of his head, his hand is moves to tap against the case with a little chuckle. That leather is drums under his fingers back and forth. "That is a good way to be, wait for the right moment. I think any of us at this table does the same, at least I would hope so pretty little schemer. Rushing is for fools and those of the kind hearted."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would smile, "That's what I appreciate about you, Fisk. You're a pragmatist. Even if I don't make use of these things for years, and I have no immediate plans or schemes for them.. They're availableand owe me favors. So no sense in letting time go to waste even if there's no immediate payoff."

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Wilson Fisk nods slowly placing the items back into the case, standing looking at Talia with a chuckle. "Now than, sometimes you should join me for a drink, get to know each other." He slides the case into the hands of someone, to take away as he sits back down that massive bulk shaking the chair as he leans back with a nod of his head. "There is little in this world we control, but we have to master controling the things we can, we are not just trash blowing in the wind. That movie was terrible."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would smile, "I'll pass, thank you for the offer, Winston. But we move in different circles. And I don't want to have our worlds overlap that much. It would get rather complicated." Between the man that employees the group of evil cowboy minions and the one that works for the league of pajama clad ninjas

Wilson Fisk has posed:
Wilson Fisk looks over at Talia studying her for a long moment with a wave of his hand, pushing himself upwards making the table shake. "As you wish, do have a lovely evening. I'm off to get that drink on my own it seems. Be well." He turns slowly, waving at her as he moves towards the door with a little chuckle. "Life ix complex and complicated, don't forget to breath."

Talia al Ghul has posed:
Talia al Ghul would nod, "Oh yes, but sometimes we just get caught up in things and must just muddle ourway through." Besides, even if she does forget that o occasion she can just be dumped over in the resurrection pit that daddy gives for everyone he hates. "Do take care."