herlock sholmes

[grigori]

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[greatdeduction]

I did, I did. And as a gentleman, I always seek to fulfill my promises.

[Wow, how very polite! He'll blink, a little surprised at the offer of the arm, but he'll take it!]

I think the beach looks quite lovely, from what little of it I have seen. By the by, have you finished that work of yours?

[grigori]

A walk along the beach, how romantic.

[ off to the beach they go though. ]

No, not yet. It'll be a while before I finish my work, and even if I finish I'll never be done. No rest for the wicked or weary.

[greatdeduction]

Is it, now? Well, I've never kept up with such trends, but a walk is good for the soul, nevertheless.

[Beach time!!]

Are you calling yourself wicked and weary, my dear Rameel? You must have a higher opinion of yourself! [And a huff.] But what does your work entail? Keeping account of all of us?

[grigori]

I agree.

[ they'll just laugh at sholmes' huffing. ]

Keeping an eye on a certain group of you. Your coin—it lets you open doors but it also lets holds a different secret. Have you noticed that yet, Mr. Sholmes?

[greatdeduction]

The coin? I was meaning to ask you about that, actually.

[And he'll open the bag at his side to pull that very coin out, before handing it up to Irene, in crow form, perched at his shoulder. She likes the coin. :)]

I'm a "Celestial", is that right?

[grigori]

Correct again, Mr. Sholmes. I'm a Temporal which means we're on opposite sides.

[ and just as they says this, there will be lovely pink snake that peeks out from the hood of their cloak.

blep. ]

[greatdeduction]

Opposite sides?

[Ah, hello! Cute little snake! Irene would squawk, but she has coin.]

Ah, how very interesting. So I am to belong to the sides of those three we met this morning, then?

[grigori]

Opposite sides.

[ the "little" snake would give him permission to boop the snoot them but touching daemons is forbidden so they will only blep. ]

And that's correct, it's why we're not fated to be. Those three aren't exactly... [ they'll pause for a moment. ] Well, I'll let you figure out that one on your own.

[greatdeduction]

[noooOOO NOT THE LACK OF BOOP]

We work so hard to get to know each other and already you're deeming this to be an ill-fated friendship? Perish the thought. [A sigh.] But now, that gives rise to more questions, of course. "Temporals"...."Celestials"....is that the "conflict" we were intended to resolve?

[grigori]

Then we'll be like Romeo and Juliet, except let's hope we don't end in the same kind tragedy.

[ said in such a way that's both flippant and somber. ]

You'd be on the right line of thinking with that, however. There is a particular conflict between Temporals and Celestials that you all were brought in to be part of.

[greatdeduction]

Romeo and Juliet.... [He looks thoughtful, all of a sudden.] Ah, I seem to recall someone having a grand fight over which of the two was stronger. Well, I do hope it won't come to blows with that.

[ROMEO VS JULIET FIGHT ELECTRIC BOOGALOO why are you remembering this]

Saying that, though...a conflict does suggest fighting. Like war. Are we to throw eggs at each other, perhaps? Steal each other's belongings? Draw on each other's faces?

[grigori]

[ shuts eyes at sholmes. ]

Oh? A fight who was stronger? Who ended up winning? I would put my money on Juliet.

If it were only something as simple as being solved by throwing eggs at another or drawing on their faces. [ hmm. ] You should still do that.

I'll even provide the materials.

[greatdeduction]

....You know? I have no idea. I never did find out the victor of that particular fight. Though that hunched little mustachioed man was very insistent it was Juliet.

[what even]

Haha? Come now, giving materials to your so-called enemy? Is that fair? Regardless, I would like some. [sholmes]

[grigori]

That's a shame. In your opinion, who do you think would win then?

[ i guess we're doing this ]

Now, I didn't call you my enemy in those exact words, did I? We're simply on the opposite sides. [ that said, he'll laugh and lean in a bit. ] Would you like pen, markers, or paint?

[greatdeduction]

Mmm. Hmmm. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I'll put my money on Juliet. Somehow it feels right.

[I hate this. This is THE FIRST THREAD.]

What are markers, my dear fellow? Paint may be too much. A pen would be nice, though.

[grigori]

It doesn't, doesn't it? It takes a brave woman to do what Juliet ended up doing.

[ wipes a tear from my eye. help us. ]

You know what a pen is but not a marker? When were markers invented? [ ... ] I suppose the best way to describe a marker is to imagine an ink-filled pen with a wide tip. Typically the tip would be made of felt or some other material such as that.

[ he'll snap the fingers on his other hand with some flourish. ]

They come in different scents, colors, and flavors!

[greatdeduction]

Indeed. She was a girl with willpower beyond most of her kin.

[Markers are from 1944 so TOO MODERN FOR HIS VICTORIAN SENSIBILITIES]

A wide felt tip....? Hm. Hm, and the ink wouldn't be too thick for such a thing? How fascinating? I must see something like that for myself. Though...scents...are they made for sniffing? And eating?

[grigori]

[ they figured that out!! ]

They'll have come quite a ways with ink and various other technology compared to where you're from. I'll be sure to bring one to you the next time we meet.

I suppose you could eat the markers if you wanted, but I don't know if that would be such a good idea even if they do make non-toxic ones. The scents are made for sniffing. Oh! Some even change color and glow in the dark. [ they nod sagely with a laugh. ] There is a world of wonders with markers.

[greatdeduction]

So you're saying you're from the modern era? Ah, what a thrilling glance at a possible future you're offering me! Our friendship is truly harvesting good things by the minute.

[also. god. PLEASE DON'T LET HIM HUFF THE MARKERS I HATE THISSSSSS]

Your world sounds thrilling, I must say. Do you have....ah, "TVs" and "videogames" as well?

[grigori]

I'd say it's pretty modern.

[ absolutely not. they will provide sholmes with a pack of smelly markers, mark my words. they will grin wide at sholmes mention of tvs and video games. ]

We do. In fact, I've started to program my own video game, except I wasn't able to finish it because I locked myself out of the file. I couldn't remember the password or undo my encryption.

Ah, no one will know my genius now.

[greatdeduction]

[i hate these two already]

...Program? [This is all a new combination of words, for him.] Hm. You talk about as if its an automaton...but you use codes and passwords for it? An unfortunate circumstance for you, though. Perhaps choose an easier password, next time!

[grigori]

An automaton is a bit old school, but I'm not sure if I have an alternative way of explaining things. It's probably too advance for you to imagine.

[ think think. except they get distracted. ]

I did! I used a password that I only I would ever use! Except then I thought about how someone might guess it if they knew me so I changed it. [ a sigh and then a laugh. ] I managed to outsmart myself.

[greatdeduction]

Is that a challenge? Do have a higher opinion of me, my dear Rameel! This is a great detective you're talking to!

[But despite the momentary huffiness, he just nods at that.]

One can do that if one isn't careful. Though, now I wonder...in a world like this, you must be suffering, no? It's not up to your modern standards.

[grigori]

Well, a computer then. How does a machine that can be programmed to carry out sequences of arithmetic or logical operations automatically sound to you?

[ spare this mod from fully going into details about computers. ]

And it is. Fortunately, I have plenty of work but the mind does feel like it rots away anyway. Sometimes I'm afraid to sleep in fear that it'll just leak out. However, good company always provide for great mental stimulation.

[greatdeduction]

Oh, then that I could understand. Yes, yes, I believe there were some similar contraptions on display at the World Fair. Exciting times, honestly.

[THE ERA OF COMPUTERS AND THE INTERNET IS UPON US. maybe. maybe not soon]

Ah, it is if you speak my mind, my dear fellow. The mind rebels stagnation, and desires many things to keep it going, not unlike a well-oiled machine. [A nod.] The work you're doing here...it has to do with our grand conflict, doesn't it?