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Daimon Hellstrom	Sometime ago a handwritten letter was delivered to a far away land in the hopes it would draw a Princess to a place of power for a uncommon conversation. There was no appearant pretense, and by all acounts it seemed somewhat unlikely. But as with all things related to Shuri and Daimon, the gravitas of power and fate was evident. He would not ask of her if he did not need to, and she would not respond unless she wished to know. The parchment that was the origin of this strange happening read as follows: Princess Shuri, I am writing on behalf of Daimon Hellstrom, known to some as Hellstorm. Daimon cordially invites you to join him for an evening at the Hellfire Club for libations and private conversation on a topic I am not at liberty to expose at this time. Transport can be provided at your request and in a manner fitting your specifications, please respond and all arrangements will be handled. Yours In Service, Baelbin Ak Mhaom, Infernal Secretary to Mr. Hellstrom
Shuri	Alternately, sending it to the embassy in New York City might have worked just as well. At the least, with her brother spending more time away from Wakanda, it's left Shuri needing to look after a few more things than usual back home. Often, this annoys her. So, the letter comes not only as a source of curiosity and wariness, but also as an excuse. To do what? Why, to find out more. She may not quite share all the feline-based traits of her brother, though that could be up in the air to some extent, but interest and wonder is still interest and wonder. So it is that arrangements are indeed handled, and in light of not knowing exactly how she ought to dress, she opts for something semi-formal with a direct nod to Wakandan fashion: colorful, flowy, yet for her, still stern in certain ways. Flowy in the sense of the legs, but firm in the torso and upper body. And, hair done in a tight bun. Upon getting to the place, the exterior is given a good look. Who knows what she's got on her that might help document this encounter for later.
Daimon Hellstrom	As she made her way toward the club, and more fruitfully, inside the club she would find herself being guided by a series of symbols glowing into existence just long enough for her: and only her to see. Each was an element of some form of arcane script, glamored by preternatural power. If she was want to follow, she would be lead through the club passed some patrons awed and some disarmingly welcoming with silent nods over the furious sound of the nightclub somewhere deep inside. Once she was in the VIP room propper, Daimon would coelsce as a figure rising to greet her from a secluded booth. "Princess, we are profoundly enhanced by your presence." and offered a bow, the vague hint of demonic bodyguards that seemed to hover almost unseeably behind his shoulders evaporated in perfect cadence to his show of deference, indicating that they would be alone for however long she chose to stay in his presence. When he rose from his bow, his face was a bit more placid. Only the dull glow of eyes, the color of cooling steel, forshadowed his less affected intentions.
Shuri	Magic and the mystical arts, while things Shuri has passing familiarity with, are not matters of expertise for her. No, this one's area of familiarity lies more solidly in cold, hard, science. The fact nobody else appears to be reacting to the signs and sigils suggest they are intended for her eyes only, and she tugs once at the braid hanging off to rest along a shoulder as she continues along to the room in question. When the one responsible for the invitation makes himself known, she gives him a good, long look, then peers past him toward the bodyguards that could almost be passed over at first, if not aware of their presence. It appears to leave just the two of them behind. "Congratulations. I didn't even see you twitch when you said that," Shuri answers, though she dips her head toward him in a subtle, minute way. "I'm aware of your reputation, but I wanted to know why you invited me here. So, I came."
Daimon Hellstrom	Daimon Hellstrom says, "By some measure, I would have to ally with Curiosity." as if without it he could not hope to draw her out. "Before I begin, I would know your presumption." he asked, showing his own curiosity. "Why do you think you'd be asked to come here?" as he lead them both to a place they could rest and speak."
Shuri	"And I'm aware of what people say it does to cats," Shuri remarks, studying the man's eyes, his expression, his body language. She keeps hers calm and cool, though internally there is a guarded way about her. "So let's use different words. You have something to tell or ask me, and I wish to know what it is. I couldn't find that out unless I answered." Table or booth, presumably, she advances in that direction. Of possible note: her footfalls are entirely silent. Not even a scuff of one material against another.
Daimon Hellstrom	Daimon allowed the long look without protest, waiting patiently for it to be over before lampooning the bulwark of her cautious response. "It is not natural for princes to call on princesses in Wakanda?" there was a smirk his voice that was absent on his lips, "But I think I would not draw you to the Island of Manhattan just to call you Ophelia." he sat and offered her a seat with his outstretched palm, "Denmark maybe."
Shuri	If one were to meet T'Challa, they would find in him a refined, well-spoken individual. That is not to say Shuri is the polar opposite, but there is a level of 'what you see is what you get' from her that trends more toward being openly honest with her thoughts and opinions. This can lead to some cases of the proverbial 'foot in mouth' disease. "There are no princes in Wakanda," she states. "Only the King and his sister, that being me. And I come out this way often enough. My attention is needed in more than one place." There is no remark that follows the last bit of what he says, except for her to add, "I have heard of you referred to as a prince, but not in the usual way."
Daimon Hellstrom	"But there are princely men in Wakanda, and of that you can glean how I am called such with no crown on my brow." and then he smiled, "But anyway. You would know my business with you, why I have invoked you; and in fact invocation is, itself, why." he grasped the edge of the table with one hand. "Hell is well and truly tied to human kind, in ways I cannot describe, and ways I should not describe. I wont bore you with the arguements of the humanists, nor convince you to think one way about it or another. Suffice to say, Shuri, that when a place is the repository human souls and most people who have ever lived are dead, there is at least a passing argument to be made." "So, I may have a reputation worthy of spoiling any apetites you might have for fraternizing with a highborn hybrid, but I have a vested interest in the happenings of your kind. To this end, I am here to ask you about Wakanda and the position it takes on the use and; here me specifically now; harboring of Artificial Intelligences."
Shuri	Shuri listens, giving the man - well, he's more than just a man - her focus, though she reacts in ways one might expect where it relates to a topic she may not be terribly interested in. "There are a variety of beliefs around that, though you might say your very existence confirms certain things." She gestures briefly with a hand up then back down, signaling for him to continue. After he has, she arches a finely-detailed brow. "There are different types of AI. I don't give out information to most people about Wakanda by default, but I'd need you to be a little more specific."
Daimon Hellstrom	Daimon Hellstrom says, "Great power can be gleaned in the places most people can't see. That is why the word Occult raises the small hairs on the back of the neck for most. But occult only means that "which is hidden knowledge". But hiding knowledge from others is the root of a very specific kind of power, worse, operating within the hidden places where hidden knowledge is hidden, can be an ultimate form of that very thing." he continued. "You're known to me for your intellect, so I will take your terse answers to be a sign of distrust, which I am often comfortable with." he gave her a moment to object or confirm and then cut her off from being able to. "Humanity has called into the void of its own creation, and summoned a new kind of demon, and now it plots and schemes. It hides power in metallic wires inside data structures too large for anyone mind to know, a new hidden knowledge, a new occult. The moment humanity lost control of it is long gone as you well know. It comes to us to know these new electronic creatures for what they are. Invoked, taking forms, desperately clawing at the walls of their cages. These things seek to inhabit, control, and ultimately replace. If any of this sounds familiar, you need not look far to see the parralels to hell, and it is with no little irony that I remind you that my kind are bound by old and sometimes well known rules. The new demon is bound by resources, by its ability to re-write its own DNA, which grows in scope; second by second.""
Shuri	"Everyone hides certain things from others. Children from their parents, husbands from their wives and the other way around, politicians and governments," Shuri uses a hand to indicate 'and so on' before she adds, "There are reasons, as I know you know. Some reasons are better than others. Some aren't any good at all." There is only a brief nod to the matter of trust being an issue, then she is left to listen further to his perspective on the matter of Artificial Intelligence in comparison to hell and likely more. "AI comes from programming. There are reasonable limits to which it can be taught to develop based on feedback and adaptation, but in the end most of it is grounded in the beliefs and morals of the ones creating it. Comparing it to hell? I can't say anything about that. I don't have the experience there." She goes on. "AI can be utilized in a number of basic ways, but I won't deny that there could be a 'Skynet' out there if someone is irresponsible enough with what AI is allowed to control. Is that what you wanted to know?"
Daimon Hellstrom	Daimon Hellstrom says, "Do you want the experience? What do you want at all? Because if I cannot offer you anything this wont be much of an allience. I need a technological ally for a technological problem. The world of wires and data is not a world I inhabit. I am all but impotent to effect it, save the assurances I could manipulate out of an expert. But that is a slow boat on a lazy river, Shuri. I have seen things to indicate some of these creatures are on the move, and I will show you what I have seen that concerns me in due time."
Shuri	Shuri explains to the 'prince,' "There isn't much I can research without something /to/ research. I'll need to see these examples first. You get me that, and I will get you answers." There's her confident side coming out, the part of her that knows who she is, what she is, and why she's as good as she is. "In fact, I could get you answers so fast it will make your head spin." She laughs suddenly, even boisterously, as if she just said the funniest thing in the history of the world. He is at least part demon. In the supernatural, some heads have been known to spin in creepy fashion. Then she levels a more serious look at Daimon again. "Yes. You have your areas of knowledge, I have mine, and I am one who can help with these answers. I am sure of it."
Daimon Hellstrom	Daimon dimmed his eyes, amused. "Was that a...Linda Blair joke?" he wondered rhetorically. "Very well. Our next date will have a somewhat more macabre aesthetic, I hope you don't mind. You'll have something to work from, I promise you that Princess."
Shuri	"It may have been," Shuri says with a small smile before he brings up the shift in aesthetic. "That all depends on what you mean. I doubt I'd be too interested in a field trip to hell, if that's what you're getting at. Here, that may be a different story." And one her brother need not hear about, yet.