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From Hercule Poirot Central:

Of all of the Christie characters, Mr. Quin remains the most mysterious. He is the most interesting of the "detectives" for he is more magical and invisible than anything else. It's difficult to explain: he's a tall dark young man gifted with the power over minds and people's destinies to be a "friend of lovers." This supernatural-like man works with the very observant Mr. Satterthwaite, who is basically an agent of Quin. Through Satterthwaite (an elderly, dried-up man who's elf-like), Quin works his miracles. Quin always reminds his elderly friend that he has a role to play in the drama of life. Mr. Satterthwaite is passionate for the arts: he is always at the theatre or at an art gallery. Satterthwaite is an admirer of Kew Gardens and was once in love in his youth.

Satterthwaite and Quin change the courses of people's lives by solving murders and even preventing marital disasters. Although Quin appears when least expected and disappears similarly, he tells Satterthwaite that it is he who does the "conjuring tricks". Quin is always quick to remind Satterthwaite that it is he who actually solves the problems of mankind, not Quin. Quin believes in the past, because "there is no atmosphere in the present." Quin, as seen in one story, even has the power to summon death. In fact, Satterthwaite (and Christie herself) once described Quin as "an advocate for the dead".

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Framed in the doorway stood a man's figure, tall and slender. To Mr. Satterthwaite, watching, he appeared, by some curious effect of the stained glass above the door, to be dressed in every color of the rainbow. Then, as he stepped forward, he showed himself to be a thin dark man dressed in motoring clothes.

"I must really apologize for this intrusion," said the stranger, in a pleasant level voice. "But my car broke down. Nothing much, my chauffeur is putting it to rights, but it will take half an hour or so, and it so confoundedly cold outside--"

He broke off, and Evesham took up the thread quickly.

"I should think it was. Come in and have a drink. We can't give you any assistance about the car, can we?"

"No, thanks. My man knows what to do. By the way, my name is Quin--Harley Quin."

~The Passing of Mr. Quin

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"I told you that I was expecting someone," said Mr. Satterthwaite. He spoke with an air of triumph. "I must tell you that my friend Mr. Quin is a most extraordinary person. He can unravel mysteries. He can make you see things."

"Are you a medium, sir?" demanded Colonel Monckton, eyeing Mr. Quin doubtfully.

The latter smiled and slowly shook his head.

"Mr. Satterthwaite exaggerates," he said quietly. "Once or twice when I have been with him he has done some extraordinary deductive work. Why he puts the credit down to me I can't say. His modesty I suppose."

"No, no," said Mr. Satterthwaite excitedly. "It isn't. You make me see things-- things that I ought to have seen all along-- that I actually have seen-- but without knowing I saw them."

"It sounds to me deuced complicated," said Colonel Monckton.

"Not really," said Mr. Quin, "the trouble is that we are not content just to see things-- we will tack the wrong interpretation on to the things we see."

~The Dead Harlequin

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"I suppose," said Mr. Satterthwaite, smiling, "that many couples come wandering down this lane on these warm summer evenings."

"Probably."

"Lovers," said Mr. Satterthwaite. He repeated the word thoughtfully and quite without the normal embarrassment of the Englishman. Mr. Quin had that effect on him. "Lovers. You have done a lot for lovers, Mr. Quin."

The other bowed his head without replying.

"You have saved them from sorrow-- from worse than worry, from death. You have been an advocate for the dead themselves."

"You care speaking of yourself-- of what you have done-- not of me."

"It is the same thing," said Mr. Satterthewaite. "You know it is," he urged, as the other did not speak. "You have acted-- through me. For some reason or other you do not act directly-- yourself."

"Sometimes I do," said Mr. Quin.

His voice held a new note. In spite of himself, Mr. Satterthwaite shivered a little. The afternoon, he thought, must be growing chilly. And yet the sun seemed as bright as ever.

~Harlequin's Lane

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For 50scenes:

001.	Sleep.	002.	Love.	003.	Pain.	004.	Sand.	005.	Glass.
006.	Church.	007.	Moonlight.	008.	Happiness.	009.	Tears.	010.	Writer's Choice.
011.	Cry.	012.	Silence.	013.	Sun.	014.	Sing.	015.	Twist.
016.	Empty.	017.	Blossom.	018.	Harp.	019.	Control.	020.	Writer's Choice.
021.	Psychotic.	022.	Hope.	023.	Alone.	024.	Viridian.	025.	Gasp.
026.	Smirk.	027.	Piece.	028.	Fly.	029.	Elope.	030.	Writer's Choice.
031.	Moment.	032.	Eternal.	033.	Wish.	034.	Darkness.	035.	Poem.
036.	Sick.	037.	Turbulence.	038.	Malevolence.	039.	Sugar.	040.	Writer's Choice.
041.	Embrace.	042.	Dark Eyes.	043.	Hands.	044.	Youth.	045.	Ignored.
046.	Mistake.	047.	Stars.	048.	Pluto.	049.	Fortune.	050.	Writer's Choice.

I am not Harley Quin, he belongs to Agatha Christie, and I am not James McAvoy. I am borrowing both for a little fun. The mun and muse are both over the age of 18, and there might be adult content in this journal, but it will be carefully marked.