It was a most fiendish thing. Using a saucer of milk to tame the serpent, the villain directed the the beast into a ventilator where it slithered into the next room and made short work of its victim!
Ah, but we stopped that scheme in time before more damage could be done. But to uncover that was most interesting, indeed.
I didn't even know snakes could drink milk! Did you? [ they. address their daemon, as if it will know more than them. it shakes its head, and they both look at sholmes again. ] Where did they go wrong? How did you catch them?
[ i genuinely hate that this NPC is so invested in detective novels and you brought one to me, crystal. ]
Oh, it was the very clue that led me to the culprit! For, you see, the victim of this crime penned the very moment before he was attacked - he remarked that he heard a strange whistling noise, and then....he stated that he saw it! "The speckled band"! A most curious statement. What could the band be? Everyone was most perplexed....but I, I saw through the matter. I set the trap, and waited, and sure enough, the band itself was that dastardly reptilian, aiming to strike! I set at it with a riding crop I had at hand, and the thing slithered back to its owner, allowing me to catch the culprit once and for all! A terrible revolutionary seeking secrecy, and the would-be victim had caught a glimpse of his true face, and was meant to be silenced for it!
[How very exciting! None of that actually happened. I feel sorry for this NPC.]
[ whether they realize this is all fake or not isn't obvious, but doesn't entirely seem to matter. satariel is hanging on his every word, fists up near their chin and arms close to their body as they listen attentively. ]
A note left from the dead! Of course! Even unintentionally, their final moments would point the right mind to what needed to be done - and it did. [ please stop egging this man on, i beg of you. ] How clever, and brilliant, and thrilling, Detective Sholmes! To catch a culprit in the thick of the act, and to thwart their plans... oh, it's something that keeps me on the edge of my seat in a good book, but to think that you live it every day...
[Irene, on his shoulder, is preening herself. Terrible.]
Anyways, my dear fellow, we could talk all day about me! But you are the star of the hour, here. Do tell me more about you. You're new to this place like we are, aren't you?
Ah, and if I remember correctly, you came here a week before we did? This all must be rather out of the blue, for you, just like it was with us. Or...not, since you agreed to it, yes?
About, yes. The storm was still in full swing at the time. [ they smooth their hands over their clothes, before folding their arms behind themself, wings flaring briefly to make space. ]
We'd been gathered before that, though not by much more, after we were approached and agreed to it. The city was where we were told to expect and receive you, basically.
[ they're mostly fine with the idiots and gremlins, but it's the clueless part they don't enjoy. ]
The wings are also new, yes, as part of our "guardian angel" position while we're Watchers. And our daemons as well - none of us had them before passing through to Cigazze.
Oh, goodness. That's most terrible, my dear fellow.
[clueless bad! except if you're herlock sholmes]
Guardian angel...well, you certainly look the part. Very pretty, may I say. But your leaders...would I be wrong to suppose they're the true "angels" around here? Or are you not sure? They seem to be mysterious, all the same.
[ head empty every thought: herlock sholmes, the story. ]
There aren't angels, in my world, so I don't know a lot about them outside of this current experience and the fact that this city is... well. [ gesture ] But they definitely are mysterious. I don't... think that's the case?
[ but satariel is game for it, and holds a hand palm-down towards the ground, here on the boulevard, before sweeping it like they're brushing something off of the cobblestone. through the cracks, grass springs up - but so do sweat peas. once there's enough, they pluck them up with a quick movement and offers them to sholmes. ]
[That ability is definitely amazing, but the flowers themselves are quite pretty - he nods, grateful, as he takes them.]
Gorgeous. Thank you. Your gift is quite beautiful, you know. [And a smile.] Mm. I'm not quite a main expert on botany, but these are sweet peas, aren't they?
[ they dust their hands off after passing them to him, and use their foot to smooth some of the grass back down. just so that there's not a patch of tall grass in the boulevard. ]
It takes some getting used to. Magic exists in my world, but I never thought I had the talent for it, so I never tried to learn. [ a small, crooked smile, before they straighten it back out. ] Thank you, detective - they are. I think they're rather nice.
It does, does it? It doesn't in mine - or, at the very least, magic is nothing but shams and tricks and illusions meant to make the eye wander. Nothing like this.
[He nods.]
Well, I don't know why you would think that. That you have no talent, I mean. You certainly do, even with an ability just given to you.
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Ah, but we stopped that scheme in time before more damage could be done. But to uncover that was most interesting, indeed.
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[ i genuinely hate that this NPC is so invested in detective novels and you brought one to me, crystal. ]
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[How very exciting! None of that actually happened. I feel sorry for this NPC.]
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A note left from the dead! Of course! Even unintentionally, their final moments would point the right mind to what needed to be done - and it did. [ please stop egging this man on, i beg of you. ] How clever, and brilliant, and thrilling, Detective Sholmes! To catch a culprit in the thick of the act, and to thwart their plans... oh, it's something that keeps me on the edge of my seat in a good book, but to think that you live it every day...
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[Irene, on his shoulder, is preening herself. Terrible.]
Anyways, my dear fellow, we could talk all day about me! But you are the star of the hour, here. Do tell me more about you. You're new to this place like we are, aren't you?
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though, attention returning from where they'd had it focused on his exploits, they blink, as if surprised that the focus is now on them. ]
Oh! Me? [ who else, satariel? ] Oh, yes, I'm not a native. All six of us are from different worlds.
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Ah, and if I remember correctly, you came here a week before we did? This all must be rather out of the blue, for you, just like it was with us. Or...not, since you agreed to it, yes?
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We'd been gathered before that, though not by much more, after we were approached and agreed to it. The city was where we were told to expect and receive you, basically.
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[Poor Watchers, having to deal with a bunch of clueless idiots and gremlins.]
But you all got something for your troubles, at least? Like these wings of yours?
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[ they're mostly fine with the idiots and gremlins, but it's the clueless part they don't enjoy. ]
The wings are also new, yes, as part of our "guardian angel" position while we're Watchers. And our daemons as well - none of us had them before passing through to Cigazze.
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[clueless bad! except if you're herlock sholmes]
Guardian angel...well, you certainly look the part. Very pretty, may I say. But your leaders...would I be wrong to suppose they're the true "angels" around here? Or are you not sure? They seem to be mysterious, all the same.
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There aren't angels, in my world, so I don't know a lot about them outside of this current experience and the fact that this city is... well. [ gesture ] But they definitely are mysterious. I don't... think that's the case?
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[A light shrug.]
Do you like being an angel? Being as you are?
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It's... interesting! I was never really magic, back home, but now there's very much a lot of it. The wings took a lot of getting used to, actually.
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[ putting their hand to their chin thoughtfully to consider it. ]
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[ but satariel is game for it, and holds a hand palm-down towards the ground, here on the boulevard, before sweeping it like they're brushing something off of the cobblestone. through the cracks, grass springs up - but so do sweat peas. once there's enough, they pluck them up with a quick movement and offers them to sholmes. ]
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[That ability is definitely amazing, but the flowers themselves are quite pretty - he nods, grateful, as he takes them.]
Gorgeous. Thank you. Your gift is quite beautiful, you know. [And a smile.] Mm. I'm not quite a main expert on botany, but these are sweet peas, aren't they?
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It takes some getting used to. Magic exists in my world, but I never thought I had the talent for it, so I never tried to learn. [ a small, crooked smile, before they straighten it back out. ] Thank you, detective - they are. I think they're rather nice.
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[He nods.]
Well, I don't know why you would think that. That you have no talent, I mean. You certainly do, even with an ability just given to you.
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