herlock sholmes

[grigori]

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[grigori]

I wouldn't think so. What say you, friend?

[ rameel will bring their daemon eye and be reward with another bite to their face. right on the exposed part of their nose. ]

[greatdeduction]

[...]

[this is]


[so much]


[also so sorry but sholmes will let out the most undignified snort]

I don't think they like it, my dear fellow!

[grigori]

[ well, they're not bothered by sholmes having a time over there. they're mildly amused about the whole thing and eventually their daemon will let go of their nose and go back to belele'ing in peace(?) ]

No. I don't think so either.

Maybe they simply don't like me?

[ haha. ]

[greatdeduction]

Maybe. Or maybe this "stars" journey is something they'd rather prefer you abandon.

[Hm. To the stars, huh...]

What's their name?

[grigori]

Tammy.

[ welp. there goes that peace as they bite at their lip. the lesson being learned here is that rameel's snake is not venomous. ]

Ah. Looks like they hate that too. For me to abandon the concept of a journey to the stars, huh? I wonder if that is what it is.

[greatdeduction]

[TAMMY WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS]

...It's not dangerous, is it? This journey of yours.

[grigori]

[ tammy has their reasons. ]

I don't think it is. There have been plenty of people who have gone to the stars in my world.

[greatdeduction]

[He tilts his head.]

You said that people have been to the moon. So in your case, are your stars metaphorical? Or physical?

[grigori]

Why not both?

Can I pick the third option?

[greatdeduction]

Well, to get to the stars in a most real sense, but achieving one's goals as thus...I suppose it could cover both.

But why? Just to simply see what the stars are like?

[grigori]

Have you not thought of it Mr. Sholmes? To be up in the skies with the stars—to be far away from others in a place so very few go.

It sounds a little romantic in that way, doesn't it?

[greatdeduction]

I suppose...

[He thinks about it for a long moment. Yes, among the stars - how beautiful that must be.]

[But at the same time...]

I just think in my case, I would be quite lonely, after a little while.

[grigori]

It would be, but that's why you make plans to come back.

[ they'll nod along with sholmes' sentiment. ]

No person can live entirely alone. There are many accounts of people going mad from being isolated and alone for too long.

[greatdeduction]

Well, in my case, I go mad if I'm alone for more than fifteen minutes. It's just how it goes.

[Attention hog Herlock Sholmes.]

[grigori]

Fifteen minutes?

[ huh. hmmm. ]

What happens on the sixteenth minute?

[greatdeduction]

I go completely insane, my dear fellow! Completely out of my mind.

[:D]





But I may be exaggerating. I do get restless quite easily, though!

[grigori]

[ wish that would be a deterrent or some sort of red flag for rameel but it isn't. they just. understand. ]

Yes, yes... I can understand the restless part. Even if I'm doing my work all alone, I am never truly alone.

Has your Irene been of any help to you with your loneliness?

[greatdeduction]

["Never truly alone"? Oh. He sees what they mean now, by that next statement.]

She has been. It is most unusual, given that we can't exactly speak like you and I are doing now...but it is as if I have a constant companion who understands, deeply, what I'm going through. Even more so than friends and family, somehow. Don't you, Irene.

[She lets out a pleasant squawk in return, nuzzling against his cheek.]

[grigori]

[ oh.

that's actually a heartwarming sight? rameel will be moderately serious here. ]

Well, she is your soul Mr. Sholmes. The representation of yourself. It would be strange if there was a disconnect between you and her. It's not entirely impossible for that to be the case but that sort of thing isn't common.

Daemons do have their own personalities as I'm sure you know and have seen.

[ present: tammy. ]

[greatdeduction]

[me like i behaved like he learned officially about daemons on tuesday and this is monday but. also. (waves everything off to canon memory issues thank you canon memory issues)]

My...soul...?

[And he looks at Irene, who just looks back at him, questioningly.]

[And looks at Rameel.]

So I'm a crow. [A beat.] And a hare. And a beagle? All those things?

[grigori]

[ herlock sholmes both head full and head empty all at the exact same time. ]

And I'm a pink snake, plus two other secrets that haven't made an appearance yet.

[ cheerily. ]

The more accurate description would be that they're aspects of yourself. Crows are known for their intelligence and adaptability. Do you have a problem thinking of yourself as any of those animals?

[greatdeduction]

[herlock sholmes: scrodinger's brain]

A pink snake is quite interesting...

[And he thinks of that for a moment. Irene reaches forward with her beak to tug at his hair a little, playfully.]

...No, actually. [And then an amused noise.] The hare, especially. Iris always saw me as one, in her own way.

[grigori]

Pink snakes don't exist in the wild or even a color morph. Maybe I'm just a strange one through and through.

[ and just like that tammy will bite them again. this time on the chin and certainly not playfully as one could expect. rameel keeps truckin' on, however. ]

Iris? Who are they?

[greatdeduction]

Goodness, for an animal that is supposedly your soul, Tammy is quite aggressive towards you.

[GET YOUR SOUL BETTER SELF ESTEEM]

Ah! Well. That would be my... [He starts, stops. It's still something that he's getting used to, saying it like it is. He's been coy about it with others, but it feels wrong, somehow, to be vague about it here.] That would be my daughter.

[grigori]

[ :thinking: ]

They are, they are. I'm sure it means nothing.

[ the confession of the daughter catches them off guard. oh. ]

Your daughter? I would not have pegged you as a married man. [ quickly and earnestly. ] I'd like to know more about a great detective's daughter.