Owner	Pose
Emma Frost	It's a late evening over in the public house of the Hellfire Club. Whatever Shaw's latest shenanigans have had Emma paying a litlte more attention to the Club as of late just in case the man is going to start another catastrophic thing. Emma had seen the Sentinel he had been jump starting.. So here she is, in the club, idly reading away at a small book in front of her as she would be paying distant attention to things going on around her.
Selene Gallio	The public area of the Hellfire Club is so quaint. Not for most people, but for the Black Queen? Of course it is. As opulent and luxurious as it is, it lacks a certain something that the Black Queen enjoys. This, of course, could be many things. Privacy, flesh, the souls of the living. Okay, fine, she could get those here, but it's more trouble than it's worth. The click of heels on the hardwood announces her presence to the Mundane. Emma, however, can feel her coming. A dark, oppressive Presence that seems designed to make mortals bow. As soon as she's noticed, one of the staff immediately pours and places a glass of wine into her hand before she crosses the rest of the way through the room to sit in conversational (and annoying) distance of Emma. She's dressed in a black leather overbust corset, painted on black leather pants, and those things have to be six inch stillettos, the heels themselves made of metal. She languidly crosses her legs, peering at Miss Frost over the rim of her wineglass, blue eyes glittering with malevolent amusement. "What a surprise, Emma. I didn't expect to see you here in .. you know," she drops her volume to a disgusted and conspiratorial whisper. "Public."
Emma Frost	And as Emma Frost goes to sit then and consider, humming to herself as she would hear the sound of thsoe feet approaching.. Oh, lovely. One can almost hear the sudden switch to 'Wicked Witch of the West' music as Emma would glance over at Selene.     "Selene, darling. It's so good to see you. I was worried that Shaw was starving you and you'd had a house fall on you or something appropriately undignified."     The book that Emma was reading is put to teh side as the duo go to their usual antics and Emma gives Selene a death glare..     That might work if the near vampiric, ancient mutant wasn't already long past the point where death was an issue.
Selene Gallio	The perks of being Immortal, especially an External, is that nothing but another External cam kill her. Therefore, Emma can death glare all she wants, but Selene just laughs. It must rankle how musical and feminine it is, rather than a mad witch's cackle. "Oh, Emma. You know those things couldn't kill me. And Shaw does what Shaw does, unless it's Club business, it has nothing to do with me. Despite what you wish, I am free to come and go as I please."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would fold her hands together, "Oh, why yes Selene. Club business. I thought you had fallen so low in the pecking order to not even be a part of it anymore. Did they cross you off the invite list already? I left of my own volition.. Have they shown you the doggy door?" Oh yes, the two got along ever so well.
Selene Gallio	"You know I am still Black Queen, Emma. And of course you did. You fled like a kicked dog with your tail tucked." She takes a sip of her wine, luxuriating in it. When the light hits it just right, it looks like fresh blood. The smell is, however, a very expensive vintage. "You left and Susan Storm took your seat. Doesn't that -rankle-? Make you want to claw your way back to the top?" She shakes her head. "You hate me, and I love making you hate me, but this isn't as fun as it used to be. You have no power. There is no balancing act between us. This is petty spite, and while I greatly enjoy petty spite, it lacks the weight."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would fold her hands together, "Why, I left a clearly sinking ship and I'm only seeing it go down all the way deeper into the abyss. You're always the one focused on her own survival, Selene. The fact you're still here means that I might get the joy of seeing it all collapse right on top of you if it does." She would smile dazzledly. "Yes darling, and now you're no one of consequence whatsoever. Do you think that anyone even remembers you or cares about you now that there's someone worth their attention now?"
Selene Gallio	Selene prepares to just let this wash over her as she always does. Emma will think what she wants about the Club. That will never change. It's the way it was when she was White Queen, and it's the way it is now. She takes another sip of wine, almost seeming to look thoughtful. This ends at the next jab. She knows it's a pointed needling, but she is a creature of pride. The wine glass quivers between her fingers. "She doesn't matter. A useless human who is, for the moment, dallying above her station, no matter what powers she has, or how rich her husband is." Score a point for Emma.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would go to fold her hands together, "Yet that human is the one that stands out, that is remembered.. Who are you compared to her? Really. . You're not as famous as her, not as rich as her, not as admired as her.. Or as feared. You're veyr much a non entity compared to her darling. White is in good hands." She would smile over at Selene ever so sadistically sweetly.     "Black is just so passe."
Selene Gallio	Selene grits her teeth, almost grinding them terribly. She stops herself, takes a deep breath, and finishes her wine in one go. "You are, of course, correct, Emma. I am not as rich, or famous, as she is. Indeed, I am not as rich or famous as -you- are." She sets the wine glass aside on a nearby table, and a staff member retreives it immediately. She waves him off without looking. "What I am, Emma, is something you will never be. Immortal. I will endure, and you will wither and die. I will be gracious and leave a rose on your grave. It's the least I can do."
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would smile, "Why yes, it's almost like you're forgotten. LEft over in a tomb somewhere.. Actually, they leave tombs to important people after all. I'm not sure they'd have bothered with you. And you're already all dusty and cobwebs without it. You don't need more help." She would smile.     "Oh, Selene.. You will never be immortal in any way that has -meaning-."
Selene Gallio	That's strike three. Emma jabs her again, and her eyes almost glow, her black hair flitting about with sorcerous power as it builds. The air almost seems to crackle... As soon as it builds, it's gone. Her hair falls, the charge is evaporated, and Selene is on her feet. She snarls down at Emma. "I -will- kill you. I will consume your soul to sustain me. My only regret is that you will not suffer." She turns then, all feral grace and barely restrained fury, and she marches off, heels thudding on the wood floor as she, well, flees from this encounter.
Emma Frost	Emma Frost would just smile over at Selene, "Come come dear, don't be the wicked witch. Do let your hair down a bit." To everyone watching, Emma will just add a little more of a mental prod to make it seem moreso like Selene is fleeing, tail between her legs and stomping off while Emma would look smug.