| 12:18a |
Emma Frost still felt a little silly walking the streets in her "uniform" that marked her as the White Queen of the Hellfire Club. It had not been long that she had affiliated herself with the organization but she knew she had found a home. Now, she just needed to make sure she had allies and friends and companionship beyond those within the club already; there was no way to break into some of those cliques. Besides, she hadn't had much companionship as of late...
She had been searching as of late and there were a few candidates but one in particular had caught her eye. Regan Wyngarde was a sexy sociopath that got into trouble and used her powers of illusion to get what she wanted on a whim.
Emma had an interest; a strong one. Now she walked the streets of Boston, Emma's home turf, like she owned the place. It wasn't just Boston either. Regan moved about the high society areas of Park St and the theater district. She was a bold one... Emma liked that; Regan reminded Emma of herself when she realized she could touch the mind's of others.
Now, she hovered outside the Wang Center and waited for Regan to make her way by as she often did. After all, this was the place for swanky restaurants and parties and high society. |