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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Graf" data-source="post: 3942361" data-attributes="member: 3087">Archer's Prelude[sblock=Missing]Going to drop off for a bit, but wanted to have some forward momentum so I thought I'd put this up. I'll try to colorize it later.[/sblock]Archer <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1427436" target="_blank">tries to reach out to Celeste</a> but she mutely shakes her head and looks out the window.The car drives on for some minutes before pulling up at a roundabout in front of what can only be described as a castle. "Don't speak unless your spoken to. Not a word." Celeste departs from the car, serene and regal. She leads you up the steps and through the open doors in to a massive foyer that looks like it's something out of a movie. Massive winding staircases make their way up to the second level. A gargantuan crystal chandeler, with hundreds of candles, sheds light over the whole room.You are greeted by a young man, british by the accent, rushing from the side door. "Madam Celeste, most unexpected. It's customary to sent a letter in advance, yes?" He slides to a stop in front of you, managing to adriotly bow while blocking further passage."I'm in a hurry. To see Marquise Scarman.""A phone call madam. At the very least perhaps a phone call." the servant manages the near impossible feat of sounding both obsquisous and firm."I haven't--" Celeste is interrupted by loud sound of a door cracking off of it's hindges.A forceful masculine voice echoes from the second story. "VISTORS MEN! STAND FAST! LEESON! COVER THEM FROM THE WEST WING. TOTTER! FROM THE EAST!"A trim black hair man bounds into view. His hairline is receeding, and he has sharp, cruel features. In his right hand he carries a spear, capped with an ornate silver spearhead.As his gaze drops to Celeste's party Archer feels something inexplicable, something bad happening. He realizes he is suddenly very very afraid of this man. most remain calm, must remain calm; for Celeste with a <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1427458" target="_blank">tremendous act of will</a> he manages to quell the urge to escape from this man.The man lets out a muted snarl revealing fangs. <a href="http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1427462" target="_blank">Composing himself</a> he walks down the stairway. "Madam Celeste?"Celeste bows humbly, tugging on Archer's hand to follow "Most Rightous Marquise Scarman, I humblely beg a few moments of your time this evening."From his bowing postion Archer notes the man's utilitarian.clothing seems to be dated."I may be able to spare a few minutes right after I attend to a matter.""A matter sir?""Yes. It seems that some vagabond has wandered into my haven unannounced."Celeste's hand tightens, she's driving her fingernails into Archer's skin."I might have thought that you would have assumed he was with me." Celeste seems to be uncharacteristically struggling to find the proper words."Perhaps you assumed I knew him?""No.""But you know him.""Yes.""But you do not think I know him.""No." Celeste's teeth make a small grinding noise. She stops bowing and stands up."And he's come here with you.""He has." Celeste's face is taunt."Ahh," Scarman is slowly pacing the hall. "Perhaps you forgot to introduce me.""I did not. I--"Scarman makes a irritated hrumphing sound. Celeste bites off her sentence."It seems so unusual, for someone who calls herself the Harpy of the city, to forget such a common curdousy as how to make a proper introduction.""I DID NOT!" Celeste seems to be on the verge of exploding in anger."Oh?" Scarman's body  position shifts slightly.I. DID. NOT." Celeste forces herself into a modicum of calm "call myself Harpy.""Oh?""No.""But I have heard you called Harpy.""The Prince has never named a Harpy.""I beleive you are right about the Prince. And yet, I hear other's calling you Harpy. You have not heard such things?""I... may have.""Ahh. But you never felt the need to correct them?""Perhaps I didn't think it was the appropriate thing to do at the time.""I see. It can be so dreadfully tiring correcting little people of their misunderstandings."Celeste puts on a warm smile and turns to Scarman, "It is so good to have the opportunity to visit you again."Scarman stops and also puts on a large smile. "Yes. And to see new faces in the city. Since the prince seems to be allowing people in now it may be even possible to finally see our ranks swell again.""Yes, well. I'd like you to meet my Childe, Judas Archer."Scarman looks surprised. "I had no idea you'd embraced my dear. That must have been what, the fifties?""No. Not exactly."Scarman raises one of his thin eyebrows expectantly."Why, I embraced Archer just the other day."The plesant expression drops from Scarmans face completely and the room is very very still.</blockquote>

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