[Well, Sholmes is...doing alright, all things considering! He's sitting at a table, Irene in hare form lounging on it as he seems to be tinkering with some goggles, going over them with a small dishcloth. His detective wear and hat is actually here, too, drying out on a chair next to him.
Hm? [And he turns, puffing at the pipe in his mouth.] Oh! Mr. Escardos. Pray tell, what is it?
[Sholmes is...trying his best to make his way through these shards of glass on the ground, Irene in hare form on his shoulder. He's doing pretty well, managing to avoid them...except when he hears a noise, he missteps, looking over at Flat.]
[The memory that comes forward is...interesting, to say the least. But it leaves the detective quite unnaturally sullen by the end of it.]
but at the end of it, flat doesn't seem too shaken by it. he's not smiling like usual, but he's not running the other way to tell susato and others. ​
[A certain detective is just sitting on the floor next to the Scr*bble board, next to the....ASS's. Yes. He's holding an ice pack to his head, eyes closed.]
Mm. [And when he hears Flat enter, he looks over.] I heard the whole affair was quite chaotic, wasn't it?
[Here Sholmes is, glancing at the books with...cute hare ears sticking out. He's trying to figure out a way to put on his hat as he browses, but its not staying on.]
[He's probably preoccupied from the selection of books, so Flat, feel free to surprise him.]
[ flat can recognize when sholmes is calling him over. it's easy to slip through the crowd, sliding to the farther ends of the area. he has a glass in hand, and he's sipping from it calmly, but he'll glance towards sholmes. ]
[ you know, when you don't have the power to live forever it's really fucking exhausting to be revived.
they're resting their head on one of the tables of the tavern. as much as they threatened sholmes an hour or so back, they were easily led back to the tavern. something about food and water. why do they need that? ]
[Well, for all his god killer talk before, a certain someone is sitting in the chapel.]
[He has his eyes closed, his hands clasped in his lap.]
[Even though he's sitting calmly, the tension in his shoulders is as stiff as stiff can be. Irene in crow form on his shoulder caws as Flat approaches.]
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weekend 0 NEW WACKY EXPERIENCE
Tra-la-la-lira-lay....
I did it the great deteteeeeective way...............
[It is literally to the tune of Frank Sinatra's "My Way". Also its coming from the tower in the center of the city. Terrible.]
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flat is...impressed? wait, is that to the tune of frank sinatra's "my way"? okay, he can work with that... ]
A great detective iiiiis
Someone who solves mysterieeees
[ we really about to do a duet thread aren't we. ]
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w0 ; wednesday night after....... seagulls.......
[ look who's still sunny and excitable despite having a close encounter with death via seagulls? it's flat! ​]
Are you busy, sir? There's something I wanted to show you.
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Hm? [And he turns, puffing at the pipe in his mouth.] Oh! Mr. Escardos. Pray tell, what is it?
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week zero post execution
[I'm giving you (Tori) more fuel to fire to kill this man because.]
[Sholmes is just making sand angels in the sand of the beach? Sir someone died? THIS IS NOT SNOW?]
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the worst thing is that-- ]
Mister Sholmes, are you making making a snow-- no, a sand angel?
[ flat vibes with it 100% ]
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week 1 post trial
Trying to be royalty for one night, Mr. Escardos?
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[ an honest answer! flat's facing the portraits, hands on his hips. ]
I'm thinking what balloons would fit Nine and Bertolt. For when their scrolls get taken down.
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week 2 day 1
[The memory that comes forward is...interesting, to say the least. But it leaves the detective quite unnaturally sullen by the end of it.]
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but at the end of it, flat doesn't seem too shaken by it. he's not smiling like usual, but he's not running the other way to tell susato and others. ​
he simply stays, hands behind his back. ]
Sir?
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week 2 day 4
[He looks over at Flat when he enters.]
Mm, hello! How do you do, Mr. Escardos?
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[ what ghosts. ]
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week 2 post trial
Mm. [And when he hears Flat enter, he looks over.] I heard the whole affair was quite chaotic, wasn't it?
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[ HOW IS THAT WORSE THAN THE TRIAL
anyways he's going to play cards
by himself. ]
But I did a good thing today, Mister Sholmes. I managed to get handwriting samples from everyone~
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w3 ; tuesday
in flat’s head, this will help drown out the noise. and they’re both cryptids, so they might not even care. ]
So I got a new note!
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Ohoho! [And a pose.] Let's see, let's see!
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week 3 post trial
[So he's here at the outpost, looking. Irene is in crow form is flying above him.]
...Mr. Escardos? Are you here?
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[ flat's not really looking at sholmes, but at irene instead. jack stares up at her, not vocalizing yet.
he'll look away from the bird to give sholmes a winning smile. of course, it's forced. ]
What is it?
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week 4 day 1
[He's probably preoccupied from the selection of books, so Flat, feel free to surprise him.]
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[ flat, on the other hand, has taken some aspects of the crow daemon as black feathers peek from under his clothes.
most importantly, he seems to have no sense for being discreet. not even in a library. ]
I need the help of a Detective!
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w4; tuesday ; masquerade
Sir?
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[He's actually admiring his new metal hand for a moment, before looking up at him - he bends in, his voice a whisper.]
I have a question to ask. No specifics, of course. Has your "friend" been in touch with others like him?
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week 4 day 2
My dear boy. [And a bow.] May I ask you something?
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[ a small bow back. jack, as a wolf, boops irene’s snout with its own. ]
Sure thing, ask me anything!
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w4 ; pre curfew
they're resting their head on one of the tables of the tavern. as much as they threatened sholmes an hour or so back, they were easily led back to the tavern. something about food and water. why do they need that? ]
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[He then proceeds to sit across from them.]
Eat and drink up. It's good for you.
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week 4 post trial
[He's definitely alive, judging by the puffing smoke from his pipe, and Irene in crow form at his shoulder. But otherwise, its like he's just asleep.]
[He doesn't really say anything when Flat approaches. He only just raises his head a little.]
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well, maybe if sholmes has his eyes closed, then he won't notice the fact that flat's sporting a rather nasty bruise on the side of his face now. ]
Mister Sholmes? Are you okay?
[ but maybe he can tell from the inflection in his voice that the person talking to him is not the entity that's been around since thursday evening. ]
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when he sees sholmes, though, he perks up. ]
Mister Sholmes!
[ it’s in a hushed whisper as he tries to beckon the man over ]
Come here, sir!
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[He's coming over, bending down.]
What is it?
[WHAT ARE YOU UP TO, SON]
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week 5 post cyoa
[He has his eyes closed, his hands clasped in his lap.]
[Even though he's sitting calmly, the tension in his shoulders is as stiff as stiff can be. Irene in crow form on his shoulder caws as Flat approaches.]
...I haven't actually visited this place before.
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[ flat walks down the chapel calmly, jack returning irene’s caw. ]
I thought you were going to kill god? I don’t think he would like the fact that you’re in his house.
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when he finds him, sholmes will note that he looks…lost? a bit shaken. when he speaks, there’s no emotion in his voice. ]
I poisoned Rochalizo. A non-lethal amount.
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[Well, he was looking lost now, but that statement makes him react like he's been slapped in the face. He stares, stunned.]
W....What? What did you just say?
[He...he must be mishearing this. He has to be.]
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week 5 post execution
[He finds him in the dining hall.]
[His voice is emotionless.]
Mr. Escardos.
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he looks mildly surprised, but it's jack that moves in front of him to growl at sholmes.
flat sets a hand on its head, and looks up nervously at the man. ]
Sir?
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w5 ; thursday
Mister Sholmes! Good morning, sir!
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[Even though he's...smiling lightly? In a good mood?]
[Actually, the little sign taped to his shirt that says "I am cursed to lie" may explain things.]
What's going on?
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jack clacks its beak, and flat approaches. ]
Mister Sholmes?
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Ah, Mr. Escardos. Want to sit with me?
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it's only when he hears footsteps approaching that he turns back, jack in its wolf form sitting in front, ready to protect flat from-- ]
Mister Sholmes?
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[And he....poses!]
'Tis I, as Miss Devil would say. [A huff.] It did take a lot to track you down, you know!
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w7 ; saturday
run to hug him!! ]
Mister Sholmes! We did it!
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[He's a bit surprised by the hug, but he returns it, happily.]
We did, indeed, did it!
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