*Is* this how it happens?
Oct. 20th, 2020 08:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
There's a woman in the Bar proper. She's commandeered a medium-ish sized table and covered it with things: books, pieces of parchment, notes. There's a plate of biscuits and a pot of tea. She has one pair of glasses tucked on her shining brown hair, and she's wearing another, and she's humming to herself.
She is also, as a certain cavalier might say, mega-dead... but she doesn't seem at all perturbed by it.
She is also, as a certain cavalier might say, mega-dead... but she doesn't seem at all perturbed by it.
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Date: 2020-10-20 01:54 pm (UTC)He is medium height, medium build, brown skin, dark hair, eyes of blackest night. He wears an Cohort uniform without signifiers, and a iridescent robe, and a crown of laurel and baby's fingers.
There was a picture of him in Abigail Pent's childhood bedroom and he looked exactly like this.
"Lady of the Fifth House," he says, placing his hands on a chair at the table. "I was deeply grieved to hear of your passing."
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Date: 2020-10-20 02:12 pm (UTC)"Lord, I thank you for your grief," she says, head bowed. "I have failed you; failed to become your hand. Forgive me."
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Date: 2020-10-20 02:18 pm (UTC)"I confess, I had high hopes for you. I believe you know as much about the early days of the Post-Resurrection era as anyone--" now living, is how that platitude ends. "Who was not there."
"How do matters stand in my House? I have had only the most confused reports."
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Date: 2020-10-20 02:34 pm (UTC)(Being dead is no reason not to present smartly.)
"Something is deeply awry," she says, calm. "It was my understanding – I do not wish to presume, Lord, but my research certainly indicated that the Lyctoral trials would prevail upon our courage, our intelligence, and the strength of our cavaliers. Simply put, I expected to study, to reason, to puzzle, and, I had hoped, to arrive at the final conclusion.
"Lord, my husband and I were summarily killed upon our return from completing a trial. I have to admit, I did not expect it."
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Date: 2020-10-20 02:49 pm (UTC)"There are dreadful risks in the trials, and a stern price to be paid for Lyctoral power. But it was my intention that those selected would have the opportunity to, as you say, study and understand exactly what they were undertaking."
"This is devastating news. Not only because of the loss of yourself and your husband, but because it means the whole matter is in peril."
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Date: 2020-10-20 02:57 pm (UTC)As she pours a second cup for herself, her brown eyes grow dark with sorrow. "I regret to inform you that Baron Isaac Tettares and Sir Jeannemary Chatur of the Fourth have likewise – violently – perished."
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Date: 2020-10-20 03:02 pm (UTC)"I tell you in confidence, Abigail, we can scarce afford another crisis."
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Date: 2020-10-20 03:05 pm (UTC)With her murder, after all, Canaan House now lacks a speaker to the dead. She puts down her cup and leans on the table, studying her God, the Kindly Prince, the Emperor Undying, with clear interest.
"What has happened?"
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Date: 2020-10-20 03:15 pm (UTC)"And other enemies as well, foes only the Lyctors can manage."
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Date: 2020-10-23 02:05 pm (UTC)Granted, Wei Wuxian has left most of his things upstairs today: the portfolio Harrow gave him has proved incredibly useful in consolidating his work. There is still the problem of organizing it after, of course, but: baby steps. As he passes Abigail's table on his way to fetch another bottle of wine, his steps slow, avid curiosity lighting his eyes.
"What is all this?"
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Date: 2020-10-23 02:21 pm (UTC)"Hello," she says, warmly, smiling up at him. She's a little myopic; a result of having her nose in some quite small text and forgetting to put on either pair of her glasses.
"Would you believe a continuation of my research? I wish this door would open onto my old study – I'm sure I'm duplicating work."
She says this as if duplicating work were the single greatest thing she could be doing with her time. Abigail is a huge nerd.
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Date: 2020-10-23 03:18 pm (UTC)He wiggles the small black portfolio in demonstration.
"Will you tell me more of your research? Is it anything I would understand, or are you from a world with flying ships and machines that can instantly do the work of a hundred men?"
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Date: 2020-10-23 03:33 pm (UTC)She gestures at an empty seat at the table, and reaches for the teapot with a questioning glance. "Would you like some? I'm not sure how this place does it, but the tea is always excellent and there is much more of it than I could ever drink on my own."
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Date: 2020-10-23 03:46 pm (UTC)He inclines his head in a small bow.
"I am Wei Wuxian. May I ask your name?"
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Date: 2020-10-23 04:03 pm (UTC)"I am Lady Abigail Pent," she says, "lately of the Koniortos Court and erstwhile heir to the Fifth House. Cream and sugar?"
She proffers both. "As for my studies: this place is an absolute treasure for me; I spent my life researching the boundaries of the River and the liminal spaces between it, the natural world, and the place beyond...and then I happen to pop in here. An island, as it were, existing simultaneously within the River and offering passage back to the living world – there is so much I can learn here!"
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Date: 2020-10-24 02:20 pm (UTC)As she continues speaking, the curious light in his eyes only grows. And there is more to it, soon enough: recognition, as the pieces of Fifth House and the River slot together in his mind.
"Pent-laoshi," he says, "are you from the same world as Harrow and Gideon of the Ninth?"
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Date: 2020-10-24 02:33 pm (UTC)Harrow would probably be instantly suspicious of anyone who says Reverend Daughter with the level of delight Abigail assigns to it, but the Fifth scion is absolutely sincere. "Tell me – has she cracked it? Has she become a Lyctor?"
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Date: 2020-10-25 06:10 pm (UTC)"Hullo," he says. He's just noticed the parchment, and for a moment, he freezes in concern, lest this new patron be from his old world. "I hope I'm not interrupting."
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Date: 2020-10-26 12:52 pm (UTC)She extends a hand. "Lady Abigail Pent, lately of Koniortos Court, erstwhile heir to the Fifth House."
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Date: 2020-10-26 03:17 pm (UTC)He takes her hand in greeting and replies, “Tom Riddle, Lord Ostium of the House of Arch. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Fifth House, penta meaning five, ah! This pleasant woman is lacking in skeletal adornment, which Tom assumes must be de riguer for the necromantic Houses of Harrow’s world, though, so he won’t ask about connections quite yet.
“Milliways can be an excellent place to work on a research project - or to distracted momentarily from one.”
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Date: 2020-10-26 11:03 pm (UTC)Her handshake is firm but her hands are soft; she is not a woman accustomed to any sort of hard labor. When she releases his hand, she gesture politely at the empty seat across from her own. "Would you care to join me for tea, sir? I've more than enough to share, as you can see."
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Date: 2020-10-27 12:45 am (UTC)“Although we don’t usually stand on ceremony here, and you’re welcome to call me Tom.”
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Date: 2020-10-27 01:00 am (UTC)She pours him a cup, sets a ginger biscuit on the side of the saucer, and passes it over with a nod for him to help himself to the creamer and sugar bowl. "The House of Arch...oh, and you are Lord Ostium, that's very clever. I take it you know this place well, then? You speak as though you are quite familiar with it."
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Date: 2020-10-27 01:15 am (UTC)“I’ve been a patron here for many years, although not nearly as frequently in the past years as when I first arrived. Are you newly arrived or have we simply not crossed paths?”
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Date: 2020-10-27 01:26 am (UTC)She smiles at him; Abigail Pent is pretty well charmed, herself. What a polite man! "You must have a wealth of stories from your time here. Could I coax one or two favorites from you?"
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