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quentin (october daye)

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Hercule Poirot, the great detective, strolls along the shores of the lake. He is not quite lost in thought, but he is not really paying attention to the people about him for once. This place is still so strange and even a bit confusing. Sometimes it's good to just stroll and not think too hard and let the grey cells works things out.

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Quentin's enjoying the slightly longer nights and watching the water as the Milliways lake seems like it should have inhabitants.

When Poirot walks by, he nods at him, its formal in comparison to his casual dress in jeans and his disguise down. Poirot's outfit catches his eye for the formality and he tests the air for magic.

In turn, Poirot notices the ears, the unusual hair and coloring. Another creature of another world unlike Earth?

"Bonjour."

"Bonjour. Are you having a nice walk?" His accent is good and Canadian.

"Oui. You speak French?" He asks in French, and is surprised that this seemingly otherworldly being is apparently from Canada.

"Yes, I do and I live in San Francisco," He replies in French, the San Francisco isn't a true answer but its a strange city.

Poirot takes pleasure in his chances to speak French. And never thinks about the ways the Bar translates things.

"But you speak with a Canadian accent. And you do not look particularly of either place." The French is clearly tinged with Quebecois influence, much as Poirot's French reveals him as Belgian to a good ear.

"At home I usually wear a disguise and in my world, Fae live all over the world. My name's Quentin and I'm a Daoine Sidhe," Its more information, thought not as helpful as it might be in explaining.

"A fae as in the fairie folk? As an elf?" He met an elf his first day here. But that elf wasn't from Earth. "And you live amongst the people in San Francisco?"

"Yes, like the first one. Elf isn't a word we ever use for ourselves. I do, I went to high school for a while," That was strange and not fun.

"What an odd thing it is. Why would you go to a human school? Surely there are schools for fairies that teach...whatever fairies learn." He hasn't read any fairy tales in a long time.

"I only did for a little while, it was to understand the mortal world better. And I do have training at court, I'm a squire."

Poirot ponders this. "So it was as if something from a story. The Fairy Squire leaves his realm of magic to see like as a human."

"Oh, I guess. All the pages had to go at the time and we sort of live on the edges of the mortal world,"

In some ways, it was like a story but with an awful ending.

"But you try to hide your existence, and for the most part succeed?" He isn't sure he likes that. It bordering the criminal.

"Yes, its safer all around. We're really good at illusions," And altering minds but that doesn't happen too often.

"But why do you do that? Surely if you are caught, the consequences will be quite bad." The way it was for spies and sympathizers before and during the war.

"At this point, most mortals don't really believe in us which does help a little but we did some awful things to mortals. Its safer to not draw attention to ourselves,"

Not being seen is something drilled into Fae from a young age.

"That makes sense, but the hiding among the rest of the population, it does not sit well with me."

Quentin doesn't really have a good answer, its how its always been done, "At this point, its just how we do things."

"And when you hide among the humans, you follow their laws, their codes?"

"Yes, my knight's a private investigator so she really tries to do that,"

It doesn't always work but she tries.

That draws a bit of a smile. "I would not expect the fairies to have the detectives. But is it a worthy occupation, non?"

"It is and she's lived even more among mortals but her skills help a lot. Fae go missing and get killed just like mortals."

He nods somewhat sadly. Some fairy tales have unhappy endings, it seems.

"And this knight of yours, how does she go about solving the mystery?"

"Not very subtly, asking questions that people never like and pushing until she gets the answers. Also putting herself into too much danger."