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.
A tall six-armed mannequin stands at the edge of a bed containing a young crying woman. The mannequin is wearing a suit and holding a large book which it promptly snaps closed when Haru enters, folding the book and its arms into its torso before somehow folding its torso into itself, vanishing.
The young woman takes a moment to get her breathing under control so words can work.
"What is the emergency?"
Lucette summons a servant with the tap of a plate ringing loudly enough to be heard outside her quarters, and so in fifteen minutes she is dressed an amount that won't be scandalous and can sit down with the strange man in her drawing room.
"Sorry for the delay - I'm Lucette Oakhill, this is my family's city manor outside of London."
"Each empowered has a corresponding demon in addition to extraordinary abilities. The demon grows in power over time and can be kept relatively under control by giving it regular chances to haunt the empowered, though ultimately it's necessary to limit their growth via marrying another empowered."
"They didn't initially, but it was initially feasible to become a noble if you were empowered and it runs in families. Additionally, it is difficult to survive without knowledge of how you have to allow hauntings and marry and few commoners know those things, so the occasional commoner who is empowered either fails to handle their demon or is shunned or killed. At least that's my best guess - people do not often talk about empowered commoners and many nobles deny they exist at all."
"Before they have fully manifested they'll just vanish as mine did. Usually, if anyone is around besides their victim they'll vanish until they are strong enough at which point they'll probably still vanish if threatened sufficiently I expect. Once they have manifested fully it can be possible to kill them but it is very very difficult to do so and requires scores of empowered working together, at least some of whom will not survive the attempt."
"I don't want to demonstrate, because my magical powers have side effects - no demons, just side effects - that I can't get rid of if there aren't other espers around, but if there's a way to get me to and from home I think it might be worth trying. I kill monsters professionally."
"I guess that's some compensation for routine appointments with a demon! Becoming an esper is involuntary and very awful for a week but after that it's more or less up to us how much power-use backlash to accumulate. Which in my case works out to not flying except for tactical reasons."
"If you are known to be an empowered and don't court it will be an issue - if empowered fail to marry within a few years of first showing powers their demons will grow out of control regardless of how often they seclude themselves, and wild demons are a threat to everyone. A wild demon that manifested so close to London in particular would be a disaster."
"I can create fissures in the ground, in addition to the ubiquitous abilities empowered possess: flight, strength, durability, health, celerity, and somewhat enhanced senses. And greater cognitive capabilities supposedly though I am less certain that one is more than boasting on the part of empowered."
The fissures aren't the only aspect of her personal power but she keeps both her lesser and greater capabilities to herself.
"Certain things dissuade demons from haunting at certain levels of satiation - the presence of additional people is the most common but light for instance will also repel many demons if they are kept satiated. Hence it is common to use lighting and the lack thereof to control the schedule of hauntings."
"Huh.
"I would... really like to be able to do more in this situation than I can reasonably do without access to any other espers to take care of the backlash from using my powers, so if there is any chance there is anyone I should be talking to about traveling to an alternate universe where it's the future et cetera..."
"Okay. So I maybe want to pretend to be noble enough to have valuable favors to dispense in exchange, if nothing else. Given that Canada is already colonized in this timeline I should probably say I'm from somewhere else but I just look Japanese, I don't speak the language or anything - I can actually speak Tagalog, I could pretend to be from the Philippines?"
"I haven't heard of Canada but it's possible I know it by a different name. Nobility from the Philippines would be expected to speak Spanish. I know very little about Japan and expect others to know even less... possibly you should pretend to be from an entirely fictitious country."
"I know French but not Spanish. Canada is presently a French possession and I guess might mostly be going by 'New France' at this point - if the history is like mine. I'd at least expect to run into issues if I used other place names from my home. Toronto. Lake Ontario. Etcetera. So I'll be from, uh... the land of Oz... no, I won't be able to keep a straight face. I can be the... king of Narnia? ...I can just make something up out of nowhere but I worry I'll forget details."
Lucette has a distant cousin who is approximately the same size and she can prevail upon their household for clothes and have them adjusted by a tailor Haru can meet with this afternoon.
"As for etiquette... I suppose I can go over silverware usage, when it is acceptable to unbutton a suit, what sort of language to avoid, and perhaps what general topics one should avoid. I am not sure what else to cover - I expect you can decline to dance without it being impolite given that you only just arrived."
The tailor has an opening earlier in the afternoon so they get to that before etiquette lessons. As it turns out there are several different suits available for him, as well as the option of having embellishments sewn on or added - small tactfully placed gems are popular, as is a minor amount of lace or a flower pinned above the left breast.
The tailor isn't actually affiliated with the household and the man who brought over the clothes was just a servant but it's understandable that a foreigner would be confused about this.
The suit will be ready in time for the evening along with more casual wear options for future informal wear. Would he like to figure out the remainder of his formal wardrobe now or another time?
"If you accidentally curse the reaction will be noticeable and you should apologize and claim the word means something different in Narnia if at all possible. The most formal mode of address you are likely to need to use is someone's title followed by their family name, though Lady will suffice for women and Lord will often be acceptable should you fail to remember the title of a man. In less formal discussions Mr or Ms are acceptable for men and women respectively - you can mimic what others do if you are unsure. First names are typically only used in private and you would not be amiss to avoid using them entirely."
"We do, unfortunately."
And here is a circumspect description of what language not to use, as well as a list of generally safe topics of conversation (music, food, architecture, and fashion) and another list of things to avoid with less safe topics that are liable to come up. Gossip in particular is liable to be discussed and it would be ideal for Haru to be vague and diversionary when possible and default to weakly positive opinions when nesscary. She additionally presents him with her written notes on these subjects.
"Some of this is more cautious than strictly required but the less cautious version would be too complex to learn in an evening without risk, I expect.."
"Oh, if I were going to a party with dancing for one thing I'd be dressed like I was when I first showed up - some people get up to more interesting things, I'd be the most boring-looking person in the room, but nondescript, not underdressed. Everybody would introduce themselves by first name or nickname and I would only learn their last names that night if there were two Michaels or if somebody was related to another person I already knew. People swear a lot and it means nothing unless they're also really angry while they're doing it. Also there would be less... gender... happening... to everyone... like I could dance with boys and it wouldn't be marked or anything, girls wear pants, people's grandmothers wear pants it's been normal for so long."
"Empowered are much less likely to die in childbirth and more likely to have empowered children, so it makes sense for there to be increased pressures on empowered to produce heirs. Additionally I understand it to be the case that gendered expectations make matchmaking easier due to common preferences."
"To my knowledge guns are not entirely effective against wild demons, though perhaps yours will be different. I also suppose access to your world would offer alternative economic benefits beyond those that our abilities can provide. I do think my own suffering is far outweighed by the benefits of using my power to do irrigation or level land in certain areas presently unsuitable for agriculture."
"I don't believe so. There is an hour before we leave so I should be off to prepare myself. I'll meet you outside at my carriage." Possibly she should arrange for a second carriage in the future but its permissible to occasionally travel to an event with a male guest who one is not courting.
"You should wash, and then choose and don one of the outfits you agreed upon with the tailor - I can send a servant if you'd prefer help navigating doing so. Avoid orange, red, or green so we do not match - though I don't expect you have any options in those colors as Mr. Hull is no less aware of the season's fashions than I."
He had a shower before his mysterious departure from Narnia and hasn't been running around much since then, so sure, hands and face only, presumably a bath after all the dancing. He thanks the servant for his help and meets Lucette at the carriage.
"I've realized," he tells her, "I don't actually know your own rank, which may come up."
"Unmarried woman do not often posses specific ranks and are instead refered to as a Lady. My maternal grandfather is Albert Oakhill, the Earl of York and I am considered a Lady because my husband will inherit my grandfather's title as he has no heir. The details of this are well known but sensitive - my father was born a commoner, perhaps with a Baron is his family two generations back but it is difficult to be certain, and in order to save face my grandfather manuevered to have him knighted before announcing his marriage to my mother. People may allude to my background and if I am introduced formally it will be as 'Lady Lucette Oaklhill, granddaughter of Albert Oakhill, 10th Earl of York' but I do not expect anyone will outright mention any of the details."
"It's a complicated position to be in - my husband will likely have the opportunity to inherit younger than most and my grandfather is quite wealthy despite the Earl of York not historically being so. However, my own parentage is mixed and would not under ordinary circumstances make me a lady at all."
Lucette arranges her pale orange gown, adorned with light rubies close enough in color to obscure the numerosity. She is also wearing white gloves, unobtrusive yellow shoes, and a diamond covered hairclip that is not actually doing all that much to contribute to her hair's complex braiding. Her make-up is relatively natural and immaculately applied.
Lucette doesn't love the options but the challenge of succeeding at fashion is at least somewhat interesting.
The carriage ride is smooth for a carriage ride, which isn't very, and brings them to a large manor on the outskirts of London that is nonetheless smaller than the Oakhill city manor. A servant is on hand to help them down from the carriage and from there it's a short walk to the dining room.
"Lovely to see you Lady Marburry, and I am most thankful for your willingness to accept my rather last minute addition to your party - may I introduce to you Haru Swan, Duke of Beruna in Narnia. Duke Swan, may I introduce you to our host, Lady Marburry of Stufolk." says Lucette, using a less formal title for the lady as unlike Haru she is not a new entry to the social scene.
The asker giggles at his reply.
The group, which grows when people notice Haru's prescence, have quite a few quesitons about the social scene of Narnia. They'd like to know about the food, the entertainment, whether they dance, whether they have larger events - this one is quite small and intimate, he really must come to the proper courting season balls - and what Narnian events are his personal favorites.
He can talk about "Narnian" food - he might be able to recreate a few recipes if the ingredients available are similar enough, he's dabbled in the kitchen on occasion for enrichment though of course most of the time the chef, a Mister Kraft, handled it. Narnians are big on, uh, theater, sometimes long-running serial productions of theater where you need to attend dozens of times for the complete story. Narnians dance, but he's never been big on the dance scene himself and cannot demonstrate well. Big events include sporting events - he's not himself a fan but they attract sometimes upwards of a thousand people - but he's more of a reader.
He's got a crowd growing around him by the time dinner is served - they're shocked and fascinated by the concept of him cooking and several young woman attempt to convince him to oversee their cooks in preparation of Narnian dishes, each wanting to be responsible for the introduction of Narnian cuisine to London. There's also quite a bit of interest in what stories are told in the serial productions.
...he really should have consulted Lucette about how to render Cricket's name as an unremarkable human name. But, uh, sure, his best friend who he declines to name at this time loves the theater and tells him all about it, though again Duke Swan himself is more of a reader. He will summarize Game of Thrones, it seems easier to translate than most things.
"It doesn't sound so unlike our own history - perhaps more extreme but such internal wars were fairly common until the end of the Dark Ages, when we switched to electing our King rather than having them drawn from one famiily line." Not that the elections have all been bloodless, but it would impolite to point out the exceptions, of which there are in fact only a few.
"Lord Metcalfe, I don't believe you've met Haru Swan, Duke of Beruna in Narnia who has just arrived in London. Mr. Swan may I introduce to you Lord Richard Metcalfe, son of Duke Metcalfe, whose delightful access to portals I believe I have had cause to mention to you previously."
"I must have misspoken previously, I'm sure the acquisition of foreign luxuries such as chocolate for submission to your discerning taste is the worthiest possible use for such an ability."
The really infuriating thing is that this will read as an apology to Lord Metcalfe.
Their parties are known for having foreign luxuries which are presumably incredibly affordable somewhere but they only import enough for the parties and some token extra people can beg them for. Not pay! Beg! The Duke Metcalfe likes to tell a definitely false story about how he was offered a chest of gold artifacts for one coconut and refused!
"Ah, well, to abbreviate it a bit," DRIVE FASTER, RANDOM CARRIAGE, "it means the obligations of the nobility, but the way the term is normally used refers not to anything that would go without saying like the management of demons or of fealty to those above, but rather of generosity and gentleness toward our inferiors."
"Yes Viper I know - not that I don't enjoy your scholastic lecture but... well, actually, I suppose I don't enjoy it, and we have fun to have."
Richard goes to pat Haru on the back, evidently with enough force to send him flying for a dozen yards, landing right in the path of the carriage.
"Oh for god's sake." Richard will do it himself, donning a dark metal mask before kicking off against the ground to send himself barrelling forward and directly into the horses pulling the carriage, killing one instantly and the other a moment later with a casual swipe.
"I trust you know what this is," he announces to the terrified driver and unseen occupants of the carriage as his compatriots approach, two on foot and one hovering in the air, each wearing a mask of their own.
Haru has sat with acute backlash long enough for it to settle into a chronic state before.
It wasn't intolerable. A little uncomfortable, medically worrying if he hadn't had June waiting to take care of it once he got back to Toronto, but he could sit with it.
He still couldn't read anything that wasn't intended, communicatively, for him.
Any backlash at all will fence him out of a book, no matter how long he lets it sit. Even if it's just a little, just a flicker of invisibility or shrugging off a psychic touch.
And also these men have superpowers of their own - generously the fact that they're tortured about it every week contributes to their shitty personalities though he knows full well that normal nonmagical Earthlings can be heinous people too. So, he might need more than a little to - he's kind of low on nonlethal options. He could kill them, and never read a book again, and be implicated in a bunch of murders. They probably do this all the time, multiply whoever's in the carriage by let's say twenty over their lifetimes, and Haru may have already sabotaged his ability to get in good with the guy's portal-slinging father anyway - it's several dungeons' worth of people, certainly, but -
If Haru lives through this unbacklashed enough to function, he can if necessary make his way to France and start over. Lucette just happened to know a portal guy whose son just happened to be at her next social event. Maybe there's a portal guy in France, or Belgium. Maybe there's one in the Colonies.
Maybe he can get a portal open and get a teleporter a bead on this place and flood it with twenty-first century espers who have partners and can do something about it.
He wasn't particularly banged up by the fall, but he pretends, lying by the side of the road and catching his breath.
He is interrupted by a figure plummeting directly into him from above, smashing him into the ground with a resounding crash. The figure stands up, looming above Viper, with a blue cape dark enough to be missed against the night sky and armor considerably heavier and more elaborate than that of anyone else present.
Except this time the figure drifts back and up about a foot, dodging the initial thrust and buying them enough time for their next clap, less potent then the first but originating slightly above the Lord Metaclafe and so pushing him into the ground as well as away, carving a shallow furrow in the dirt.
... Honestly this isn't worthy of his time anyways.
"You'll live to regret this," the duke's son says, his form falling into shadow. And then into further shadow, his figure curling up into a ball of utter darkness that begins to pull everything in its sphere of influence towards it - hero, villain, victim, and esper alike.
The armored figure digs their feet into the ground, taking several steps in defiance of the black hole's gravity, positioning themself in the path of the carriage as it is pulled off the ground. The figure has just enough time to brace themself before the carriage collides with them, nearly but not quite knocking them off their feet.
"Yes! Yes it is! People sometimes - pay hush money about sex scandals or get exonerated on technicalities for borderline murder cases or something, but they absolutely do not round up a few other people from a party and go out hunting random people and expect to get away with that!"
"Honestly apart from the fact that they were involving superpowers I would not be astonished to find that something like this was popular in this approximate era on my Earth. I wouldn't have specifically guessed England but I wouldn't have called -" bullshit - no - "it an obvious error if someone told me it was."
"I wound up touching their hand a little when they flew me here. They felt like a compatible esper. Not amazingly compatible - or, like, it was weird, almost more like the way it feels when I'm standing a few feet away from my partner, except I didn't feel anything till I touched their hand, but at any rate I don't think the guiding rate would be amazing. But it would be anything."
"It is... an amount impolite to discuss but I suppose needs must."
"When empowered touch they can get a sense, as if at a great distance, of their feeling for one another. Marriage impacts the bond, intensifying it, hence the taboo against discussing it without necessity."
"Okay. So people don't talk about this and you're people. But I don't need to get married, I can get by on holding hands. My partner back home can't abide social contact when she's backlashed so the usual thing she does is hide under a blanket with only her feet sticking out, and that'll do."
"Again, this does not in fact matter as a thing for me to understand, because I do not want to marry an eighteenth century noble and have demon-infested children, but the thing I was curious about was what specific feature of marriage the magic acknowledges. At what point or after what event do the magical effects of marriage take effect?"
"If I have any backlash at all I can't... read. Also there are other problems but that's the one that I notice first and most permanently. So if I need to use my powers ever for anything - if somebody'st trying to do murders and no local superheroes fly in to rescue the victims - well, I actually didn't get as far as coming up with a nonlethal response I could've attempted in that situation specifically, but in principle -"
"I mean, now that I am not in an unexpected emergency situation with human enemies which I'm not used to I could think up future possible nonlethal responses, though I think probably without some serious workshopping I will land somewhere on the scale 'ineffectual against empowered' and 'somebody loses a limb'. My usual habit when I want to do damage is to shoot things, because the power I can use to do direct damage is so backlash-expensive - I can go through stuff, and that includes things I'm wearing or holding, so if I put an object through somebody and let it go, they have the object wherever I left it."
"My guess is that can be used to disable an empowered if you place an object inside of a limb, probably not permanently though the details might matter. Permanently disabling or killing a noble, particularly an empowered, would be considered an escalation beyond the typical fights between villains and heroes."
"I think that such escalations can easily result in one being prevented from doing further good, and that you can manage a non-trivial portion of the benefit by temporarily disabling or capturing villains. Also, I don't expect Metcalfe was intent on murdering them, though his actions were certainly appalling."
Well. What is there to say to that besides something stupid like "I'm really skeptical that it's a good idea for demons to exist". They didn't ask for them any more than his world asked for dungeons. Maybe when there is birth control in this universe and a supply of espers to manage anyone trying to fill the power vacuum, demons can be stamped out. "Uh-huh," he says.
"I'm blocking you from sensing me that way successfully? That's good, then - I think this guiding rate reflects high compatibility 'far away', though, so usually contact with somebody else isn't going to pay for itself -" Is she going to confess to being secretly a superhero.
"I apologize for being misleading before nonetheless. I followed you after leaving the party - the signal arrow didn't get high enough to be visible from far away but I was flying overhead and it provided me with enough light to determine that Viper was empowered and thus allowed me to fall on him without risk of accidentally killing someone."
"Um, is there anything you'd like to ask me about what happened?"
"Yes, but this amount of guiding is going to really slow me down relative to what I'm used to - and what I'm used to was already pretty low bandwidth - plus the human enemies thing is new to me, so I'll need a lot of tactical workshopping before I'm acclimated to the situation well enough to go out."
"I appreciate that. So, the cheap things, for me, are being immune to whatever senses and psychic contact I want. That's going to work out to... at a loose guess, I will need to spend two minutes holding your hand for every thirty seconds I spend with someone looking at me unable to see me, and similar for if I make a sound they can't hear and so on, and it's per person, but, fortunately, I only have to pay for it while they're actually looking, not while they blink or look the other way, not while I'm not in fact making any noises, etcetera. I can fly, but it's more expensive; I can go through things but that's even more expensive. - this will be faster with both hands though."
"I'm not sure I understand exactly what you have in mind but if it's anything like any of my guesses, yes, in large part because it would be time consuming to sneak up on someone and wait for their feet to be the right distance apart for my stick. If you have manacles I can sneak those onto someone with only the sense thing, though."
"Hrm, it isn't impossible I could have some sort of manacles constructed that would hold many empowered at least temporarily. Scouting would also be useful... If someone does happen to guess where you are and swings at you, will you be able to reflexively allow them to move through you?"
"You can drop me, yeah, my flight can cancel acceleration well - though not in the dark, because I need to see to know when it should kick in and out for maximum efficiency; if I can't see where the ground is I'll hover and stay that way. He would notice he didn't have it any more, and there'd be a moment while I was pulling on it before I 'had' it where he'd be able to feel the pull, but if he weren't holding it, I could take it without him feeling or seeing anything but its absence - this might want practice, though, I don't do a lot of pickpocketing."
"Hm... I do think our fight today would have gone better if the signal flare I saw was held by Metcalfe than by Viper - I only had the one chance to take someone out by surprise and Viper seemed like the weaker of the two. Plausibly it would be wise for you to spy on some villains, select an enemy, and signal for me to fall on whichever seems strongest among the empowered."
"Okay, colored glass caps for signal torches to communicate a handful of possible messages about something. Or - semaphore? I don't actually know semaphore. I don't know if it's even been invented yet. I can also just, like, yell, especially if there aren't too many of them."
Lucette can set to work on scheduling the various tasks that will need to be accomplished before Haru is ready to go on patrol - he'll need some sort of unusually light armor, a signalling apparatus, they'll need to work out some variant of semaphore, and he'll need to learn how to light those signals as discussed. She can also recommend he read her copies of the London Gazette, specifically the articles on criminal activities which she's annotated with her best guesses as to the details of the abilities and activities involved that may only be hinted at by the writer.
And of course he'll still have to leave time for dancing lessons and galas and various midday lunches and diversions. Unless he objects she'll put together a very detailed color coded calendar of these events, incorporating time for the less public activities which can go in the a second separate calendar.
"... possibly I am getting ahead of myself but I've had my own schedule prepared for months and I'd quite enjoy working on another one."
It's very confusing how he mentions plans for holding her hand. It would be inappropriate in an unfiltered manner considering her emotional response to the suggestion, but the strictly speaking polite response to a man who is not even courting her suggesting as much would also not fit this situation at all. Nonetheless she's easily distracted from the subject by his response to her second question.
"Oh that's fascinating, what sort of statistical quantities were you attempting to analyze?"
"Again, I am if we follow through on any of these plans for superheroics going to be subject to magical loneliness which turns me into an illiterate chatterbox which I can only fix with extended physical contact with a compatibly magical person, do you want to use up all the good conversation topics now?"
"Sorry, I'm just in the habit of strategizing pretty aggressively about having things to talk about with whoever'll be available when I'm getting guiding and that's going to be strictly just you for the foreseeable. Normally I can contact people who aren't in the room with me."
"Not that advise on how to handle aspects beyond that basic logistics. Staff can still be very helpful and there's some amount of wisdom passed down through means other than books. Also people won't usually judge too much if an empowered shows up to an event shaken or upset. But yes, I was thinking of Sophia - it should be Lady or Miss Brynd to you but she is a particular friend of mine. I think her treatment of her haunting as an everyday part of her life is rather understandable but society at large does not. It's not wholly without reason - most people feel their own torments are private and don't want to discuss them. I just wish this treatment was not enforced universally in such a fashion as it is."
"Some espers keep their backlash private, if it's exploitable or embarrassing or they just don't feel like discussing it, and some of us just tell everyone - I do that to explain how I act when I'm backlashed, because I can't just handle it in private - and there's no reason you can't have both types coexisting."
"Typically my society doesn't discriminate between subjects people are expected to be willing to talk about and those that are socially appropriate to talk about. So I am expected to be adept at navigating conversations about my parentage as that is an appropriate topic of conversation, and conversely it's innapproriate for Sophia to talk about her demon since many others are unwilling to talk about theirs. And thus there isn't room for different treatments of the same topic."
"The gist is that people write up what they want in a partner and what they would be like as a partner and then a central - clearinghouse - tentatively matches them up and they meet and see how they like what they've matched with. The requirement to get literally everybody married to somebody without the option to keep sending them back to try again to improve as people is a hiccup though."
"It is not required to find a match your first season, though it is by your third. It's also common for parents to involve themselves in matchmaking, and there is certainly a lot of everyone trying to know about everyone else, but I suppose a centralized system could be much more efficient and avoid the failures of gossip as a source of information. How do you guard against the clearinghouse taking advantage of their position?"
"Hrm, they are certainly better - though I suspect they would still have opinions about England that would align with some families but not others, and people would find excuses to visit and get to know Iceland if they were handed such power. You'd be an unusually good choice were you not associated with me, though even then you'd still have to convince enough families that you were preferable to their current situation, which would be extremely difficult."
"Uh, standard questions would have to be pretty different from what I'd expect on my world, I assume there is less diversity in things like what religion people are and whether they want kids. Or, well, whether it matters if they want kids. Things like - values and lifestyle preferences, though."
"I expect a lot of people would be trying to give the answer they thought was the correct one rather than the one that was true for them.... well, Sophie might be an exception but most people aren't like her and it's possible her mother would intervene and insist on different answers than the ones she would normally give."
"I wonder if you could get anywhere with something like - if someone's answers are too perfect, we throw them out, so they have to give at least a few answers that are not maximally desirable - this assumes there's an objective most desirable slate of answers - and then they might as well choose the ones that are most important to them to answer undesirably instead."
"We might have to be clever about what the questions are to achieve that, but it could work..."
"I'm considering how we might go about hosting an event that incorporated such an activity. Probably the specific premise would be well described as a Narnian tradition, though given that you'll be using my resources to host it you should first aid in an event by some other young lady, so as not to be seen as favoring me."
Miss Brynd (or possibly Mrs. Brynd given the lack of mentions of the weather) sends a reply swiftly, suggesting that Thursday as an appropriate time for such a dinner and requesting Mr Swan forward the recipe and meet with her cook the day previous to the dinner to sample their attempt and provide additional advice for the preparation of the final version.
"Lord Hart and both Lord and Lady Jameson all have expressed opinions on commoners significantly worse than average - Lady Jameson also seems especially fond of gossiping about things I'd consider both private and unobjectionable. There are also likely to be many others I don't know all that well as this is my first season. You may study my notes if you'd like."
The notes are kept on square index cards, neatly organized in boxes. Each card has information on a single person, family, place, or event, depending on the box. There is an additional small book that provides a sort of directory, so you don't have to look for a person's card to find the name of one of their family members.
The party also turns out to be attended by the unobjectionable son of an extremely wealthy Earl, and several of the present ladies are doing their best to attract his attention with their attractively ladylike behavior. Lucette is unfortunately among those ladies, doing her very best to have the most sophisticated opinions about the present season's fashions whilst being demure and deferential to the young lord.
"Heavens no, I heard about it from my dear cousin Mrs. Litt, whose fashion advice I don't doubt." Because Lucette can't doubt advice she doesn't hear. Mildred Litt's closest friend is married to the owner of several mines and thus Mildred was able to inform Lucette that the new mines in the East Indies have largely closed due to political infighting of some kind, and Lucette is aware from discussions with her tailor that some of those mines are the ones responsible for the recent glut of garnets.
Yes, they are not surprised that he looks exotic, eye color included. Most of the attention is focused on the other young lord, who has just finished telling a funny story involving a servant he asked to fetch a goose, and rather than bringing him a cooked goose they'd presented him with a live one. The assembled ladies giggle appreciatively at the amusing anecdote.
Are there other men at this party, who might be having conversations about things other than the unobjectionable son of an extremely wealthy earl and how cool and fun he is? Not that they're likely to be talking about things that are substantially more interesting but the act of checking will pass the time.
Some men are discussing an upcoming boxing match, another group is obliquely discussing the quality of company at a particular location in the commoner's quarter, a few more are discussing the renovations made to their city manors lately, and one last group is discussing the attempts to repel a particularly migratory wild demon from farming land and whether there might be a campaign to vanquish it for good.
He can piece together that the particular wild demon alternates between a form similar to an exceptionally clear flood and a frozen form that looks like glass but is considerably strong. It flows around victims before switching to the solid form and suffocating them. There is also presumably more to it that they aren't yet aware of - the uncle in question adversely reacts to water sometimes and hasn't recovered despite still being empowered.
"Well, as I'm not empowered myself I have only a spectator's view of the situation. There are specialists who'd decide which powers would make the best combined team to assail a recurring problem like that one, and aim to be ready for it the next time it presented itself, but the details..." Shrug.
The thing is he'd be perfectly happy to reskin the espers he knows as empowered demon-hunters but he doesn't know what kinds of powers would be totally implausible, so he must avoid being cornered into needing detail on that. "Oh, a few, but they didn't tend to talk shop when they weren't actively researching or preparing for a demon."
"I'd prefer to be realistic about it. The faint version of it we can get from physical contact helps some, I believe. It's also common advice that couples should get to know each other beyond the level achieved at a party before they are married, though I can't say for certain how successful most people are."
"Does one wind up with situations where the least tolerable woman with the least other traits to recommend her marries the corresponding man in her cohort and they have a complete disaster relationship that explodes in some horrific demon-augmented way within six months, or is that at least rare?"
"Occasionally I've found literature on subjects not discussed that I am interested in, but nothing on the particular subject of arrangements for the least successful of the eligible empowered. Possibly I'll be able to learn more through gossip, now that my first season is beginning."
She notifies the staff of her intentions when she gets back. By the time she's switched out of her evening outfit and into a nightdress, her sheets have been changed into a newly heated set, with a warming pan awaiting her use later should she desire it. Additionally, her windows were left open long enough that her bedroom is now cool, making the warm sheets more comforting to her. As required, thick curtains have been drawn closed so the only light remaining is her bedside oil lamp.
Her delay of two days is not quite enough for her demon to manifest just because she is on her own, and so, once she is comfortable in her bed, she blows out the light.
It does not take long to manifest physically when so invited, folding itself out of the darkness without care for the geometry of the world.
The figure looms just slightly taller than most people Lucette has met, holding its book in the second of its three pairs of arms. The oversized book is frayed and soiled, it's cover faded lilac blue satin. Normally, that cover is gray and even torn, but waiting for her haunting two extra nights has left her demon stronger and fuller in form than normal.
It opens the book to the middle, featureless head dipping just enough to leave doubt as to whether it's looking at the book or Lucette, clutching her bed covers, hopelessly steeling herself for what is to come.
A single finger pale finger on the page, and it begins to 'read'.
She's brought back to the moment before Haru' arrival, as she begs a powerful empowered to give her someone to talk to, to bond with, who comes for a world better and brighter than this dreary one she was born into. In that moment she knows that whoever it brings will have a poorer life than they could have - wretched by their standards - just so she can have some light conversation with someone better than her. But she doesn't care, not enough to restrain herself, and so, weary of her yelling, the empowered rips Haru from his happy life.
She recalls her plot with Lord Metcalfe from after she had Haru. Fearing Haru did not appreciate her as much as she did him, she arranged his participation in the robbery so she could save him. Nevermind the violent death of the commoners involved, he wouldn't blame her.
"There usually seems to be something specific they're going for - for instance, almost all dungeons prey exclusively on adults. They do not want people to be having a good time. There are plenty of dungeons that wouldn't be inherently awful to be stuck in for an hour or two, and there's a few which would sound heinous to most people but have some niche appeal, but they are uncannily good at choosing people who will find it at least moderately annoying anyway, never somebody who'd rather be in a dungeon than doing whatever they had scheduled instead. There's a lot of post-rescue survey work trying to find out more but it's a slog."
"Probably the worst dungeon is named Nightmare - we name them after they've been around long enough - and what it does is it takes people in their sleep, and it physically instantiates their worst fear, and it picks people who have very, very miserable worst fears, not people who are just generally scared of heights or something. It likes to grab the same people repeatedly when it can; usually a dungeon will appear in a new city each time it shows up, and Nightmare usually also does that, but it's often gone to new cities where former victims happened to be and taken them from there, and sometimes if people are trying particularly desperately to kill it, it'll close up and re-emerge somewhere else in the world immediately, which is otherwise almost unheard of. I think Omen was also able to do it but somebody killed Omen in 2011." If there were others, he can't look them up, which is a way his life is worse, so he won't mention it. "There's like one psychic esper who can clear Nightmare out of somebody's system thoroughly enough that even if it appears in range of them again they aren't taken."
There's an outfit made from some sort of dark grey soft leather.
"I have some chain mail if you'd like it in addition - proper armor will have to wait."
Lucette is doing her best to don her armored boots by herself, which is proving rather difficult.
"Rachel, would you-" "Of course, my lady." "Thank you."
They go on much more easily with her maid's help.
Scoop.
She can run faster holding him than he can run normally, albeit not by much. It's about fifteen minutes to reach the end of the tunnel, at which point she flies up a section and removes a stone from the top of the tunnel. And then they can fly out (putting the stone back as she does so) and onto a nearby roof.
He will find himself in a reasonably well decorated common space, not as nice as Lucette's, where a man with blue flames licking at his skin and hair is standing over a young woman with torn clothing. The man is smiling, while what might be his friend is standing nearby, inspecting his fingernails, seemingly bored. Two other women huddle in a corner, while a fourth is facedown, unmoving.
She could go through the wall, but orange doesn't indicate an emergency that would justify that, so it's down through the front door and up to the second floor, where she's on the flaming empowered before he has time to react, clapping her hands over his ears and sending a shockwave through him in the process, knocking him out.
The other, empowered on the other hand, has time to react, irises expanding to fill his eyes, followed soon after by his pupils, followed by his irises blossoming once again from the center of the inky blackness, repeating.
"How about instead of harassing my friend, you join our fun," he suggests, staring at the hero with his strange eyes.
It's sort of an awkward emotional balance to be kissing and fingering a cute girl who only dubiously wants to be here because she got sex pollened. But he did, actually, about five years ago, anticipate the need to possibly kiss and have sex with people for professional reasons that are not wholly unlike sex pollen, so at least he's not completely blindsided by that being a situation he could be in. Still, he's trying to keep enough of his wits about him that when hers are all back in place he can stop instantly once she flings herself away from him in dismay.
Lucette is pretty sure that by reasonable objective metrics, Haru is the best person on this planet. She is also beginning to suspect that the thing where she thinks he's incredibly attractive perhaps means something about her own feelings in addition to about whether he meets objective standards of attractiveness. Also he really is doing quite a lot to decrease her feeling of being on her own against the universe.
"Alas. Uh, a computer is a device for storing and organizing and manipulating information. In their most primitive form they mostly just do arithmetic. But as they get more capacious, it becomes possible to - assign different representations to a particular number. For example, there's a number assigned for every color, and you can store an entire picture, as thousands of tiny tiny specks of numerical color arranged in a grid. And then if the computer is expecting those numbers to represent a picture, it will arrange and display them."
"That's one thing computers can do, but also, while computers start out very large, they get progressively smaller as people work out more and more compact ways to store numbers and squeeze in the other features a computer needs to have, so by the time a computer is a thing a private citizen might have in their house, they'd fit easily on your desk with lots of space left over, but be able to store a tremendous amount - not just pictures, but also text, you can assign each letter a number."
"It does eventually, though at first the use case is mostly office work things - reports and accounts and articles and suchlike. They don't start out so much more affordable as they do more searchable. It's easy to ask a computer to keep all of its files in an order, like alphabetical order, and to collect some of those files into virtual folders. So if you're running, say, a bank, you have a folder of your customers and name each file after them, and then when John Smith comes in you find where the S customers start and look under Smith."
"Yeah. And after a while people came up with ways for computers to, instead of copying the numbers onto portable doodads that could be read by other computers, they came up with ways computers could communicate with other computers directly, over great distances. At first with wires, and at first with wires they were already using to transmit people's voices, but later there were faster computer-specific wires, and then they figured out how to do it with signals that just travel through the air at least for part of each journey for a given bit of data."
"Pretty much, in the sense that there is a single decentralized network of computers communicating and almost any time you want a computer to be able to talk to other computers you want it to be able to talk to that network, but there might be like, military computers that are only networked to each other and not the rest of the world, I'm not sure."
"Hm, not as such. Though the Royal Campaign Records records information on each campaign to kill a wild demon, there are also missives circulated among the nobility appealing for campaigns to be called against particular wild demons. Oh, and the writings of Earl John Albert may be helpful - he had a theory about the theological importance of wild demons which was rather unconvincing but he did a reasonable job of collecting information about wild demons in a bid to justify it."
"I have copies of the Royal Campaign Records and some of the more recent missives proposing campaigns here. I can send for the writings of the Earl Albert to be brought from my family's country manor, as well as for any additional missives they may have there, should my grandfather permit it, which I expect he will for at least the Earl's writings. I'll need to contact others to gain access to more of the missives - they aren't stored centrally and not everyone archives them."