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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
A flicker of guiding, of strong compatibility somehow very far away, and the distant brush of a psychic connection.
traceless
"It's a long story but how can I find you again, I assume you're busy but I can explain some better time -"
traceless
"How did you find them, are there people ambushing carriages constantly that you can just overfly any major road...?"
traceless
"Ah, I thought the fellow with the tongue had grabbed it before anybody'd spot it but I'm glad I was mistaken."
Oh good.
Liftoff is a bit bumpy and there's a bit where they almost skid across the ground but once they're in the air the flight is relatively smooth.
A servant meets them at the door, doing their best to hide their alarm at whatever turn of events resulted in their guest being brought back by an armored hero, covered in bruises.
traceless
Well, are the servants going to ask any questions about it? "Thank you," he tells the hero, and he starts to pull off the borrowed shirt.
stage-manager
In the morning, an invitation is conveyed to him to have breakfast with Lady Oakhill in her private dining room.