[the house is fine and stately, with an eye for taste - someone knows fashion, but blends it with timelessness in the way things are and are arranged. a man who could buy his title clearly could acquire all the rest as well in such a degree that could not be called tacky.
Monte Cristo walks up the stairs on quiet feet, attracting notice from none yet.]
For one or two, it may become necessary. They shall be accomplices to this lie, a security to it. That you arrived in the night will be no shocking matter.
[at the top of the staircase, there is something - like a movement in the air, but the man does not turn his eyes to it. instead, he heads down the hall to a set of double doors, pausing with his hand on the handle.]
Do not accompany me in here. I shall be out presently, and we may retire to the sitting room at that time.
[he'll leave Andersen there, in the hallway, and the movement seems to get closer when he does.]
[What his new Master chooses to do in regards to his identity matters little to Caster. He's one of the few Servants who wouldn't suffer if his True Name was revealed, though he'd personally like to vet the two the Count refers to. Enough time has passed for his original to begin growing in fame. If a connection was made by another magus--
His brooding is distracted by that strange motion. Immediately, all of Caster's focus is upon it. If it's another spirit, he can't do much. But his confident attitude doesn't diminish as he asks:]
Well, well. And who are you? Are you another unlucky familiar of the Count's?
Our master spoke of the sitting room. I think...if you are what I think you are, he will not mind me showing myself to you in there.
[the room that Monte Cristo spoke of is on the same level, a ways down a hall. small, intimate, and tastefully done. candles light themselves with that movement passing by, and there are chairs to sit on.]
[A spirit doesn't need chairs, but Caster is something born from what used to be a person. He sits, legs crossed as he watches his mysterious companion move about.]
You have an idea of what I am, but I can only guess at what you are. My talent for reading humans is almost without peer - but I can't glean anything off you. You may as well be a fairy.
[before him, the air shimmers slightly, and the form of a young woman is revealed. richly dressed, with braided hair and a flowing veil. her eyes, however, are bright - more curious than her whispers may have implied her to be. restored to form, her voice is still soft, but not almost lost.]
You may be correct, for a fairy I might be. But welcome, sir, as a familiar of our lord.
[and she extends her hand, looking for his own to press.]
[The woman looks as if she belongs to royalty, much like the Count. There's a way she carries herself that implies such and Caster finds himself inclined to treat her graciously. He bows deep and takes her hand so he can press a respectful kiss to it.]
There's no need to call me "sir." I'm a pauper who performed for the rich's favor. To put it simply: I'm a suck up of the worst sort. Call me Andersen - that will suffice.
[she's surprised by the gesture, it's clear, but her expression softens into a slight smile, and she goes to sit across from him on one of the chairs.]
Mr. Andersen. It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Haydee, and I am the humble slave of the Count.
It is no contract that binds me to him, Mr. Andersen. He acquired me in his travels, and thus I remain at his side and his service. What he wishes of me, I shall do without question.
I barely know him, save for his name and temper. The Count summoned me by sheer accident. I haven't been in this world for even a night, and I've got a headache.
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Monte Cristo walks up the stairs on quiet feet, attracting notice from none yet.]
For one or two, it may become necessary. They shall be accomplices to this lie, a security to it. That you arrived in the night will be no shocking matter.
[at the top of the staircase, there is something - like a movement in the air, but the man does not turn his eyes to it. instead, he heads down the hall to a set of double doors, pausing with his hand on the handle.]
Do not accompany me in here. I shall be out presently, and we may retire to the sitting room at that time.
[he'll leave Andersen there, in the hallway, and the movement seems to get closer when he does.]
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His brooding is distracted by that strange motion. Immediately, all of Caster's focus is upon it. If it's another spirit, he can't do much. But his confident attitude doesn't diminish as he asks:]
Well, well. And who are you? Are you another unlucky familiar of the Count's?
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You can see me?
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Not entirely. My talent for magic is subpar trash.
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Our master spoke of the sitting room. I think...if you are what I think you are, he will not mind me showing myself to you in there.
[the room that Monte Cristo spoke of is on the same level, a ways down a hall. small, intimate, and tastefully done. candles light themselves with that movement passing by, and there are chairs to sit on.]
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You have an idea of what I am, but I can only guess at what you are. My talent for reading humans is almost without peer - but I can't glean anything off you. You may as well be a fairy.
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You may be correct, for a fairy I might be. But welcome, sir, as a familiar of our lord.
[and she extends her hand, looking for his own to press.]
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There's no need to call me "sir." I'm a pauper who performed for the rich's favor. To put it simply: I'm a suck up of the worst sort. Call me Andersen - that will suffice.
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Mr. Andersen. It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Haydee, and I am the humble slave of the Count.
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[He's assuming that's what she means. Who knows, when it comes to fairies? He wrote tales about them, but was by no means an expert.]
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[she folds her hands on her lap.]
How did you come to know of the Count?
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I barely know him, save for his name and temper. The Count summoned me by sheer accident. I haven't been in this world for even a night, and I've got a headache.