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It is, all things considered, a very nice drawing room. Portraits adorn the walls and the heavy drapes are open to let starlight from the moonless night through. There's a table far too small for the large room with a pot of tea, a set of tea cups and an arrangement of cookies and fruit. Two oaken doors are firmly closed to one side, and to the other a single door is slightly ajar, the sound of sobbing coming from past it. Every once in a while it's possible to hear a page being turned in the other room as well. The drawing room on its own is silent, save for the ticking of a grandfather clock and then, with no prelude, an exclamation.
Haru meets a regency superhero Lucien
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Lucette thinks he should attend the next four balls, which hopefully won't be taken as an insult by anyone he repeats this to.
During the third course, Lord Cromstone innocently asks Lucette what she thought of the events of the previous evening's ball.
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"-thought it was chaotic but ultimately unlikely to amount to more than a scandalous piece of gossip." Lucette replies in a tired monotone.
A servant bending over to refill Lucette's water stops moving, pouring into a rapidly overflowing cup.
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"- let me go retrieve my notes on the matter for you," says Haru, standing up. "Lady Oakhill, the servant's spilled water on your dress, if I'm not much mistaken -"
The Earl Marshal glances at his wife nervously, and a moment later the eyes of Lucette and her servant glaze over, and Haru's backlash accumulation goes from substantial to stronger than just about any psychic attack he's faced in a dungeon.
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"I'll be right back with those notes," Haru lies, and he lopes out of the room as quickly as he can.
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"- Earl Marshal, I'm surprised. Perhaps you mean to say you wanted only my off-the-cuff recollection?"
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"If you'd kindly back off now." Because if he doesn't Haru's going to have to fly through the window. Without opening it.
"It would not do either of us any good to have our secrets known," says the countess as Haru's backlash accumulation slows to a trickle.