#but like. i dont think they would get famous by solving crimes. i think they could get rich

[mychlapci]

well i finally watched both knives out movies and. its nice to be reminded how compelling a stupid murder mystery story can be

[firemama]

If I had the power to become a Disney bitch that can just remake one of their classics because that's what Disney does these days, id remake Aladdin.

It'd still be animated and the goal would be a consistent style trilogy (without the sudden and sharp drop in animation quality preferably please god).

Completely scrapping the 'return of Jafar' plot line, I'd make the second movie in the trilogy about exploring the ramifications of aladdin's wish. He did not wish to *look* like a prince, he wished to BE a prince. Somewhere out there aladdin is the prince of some country or city or something and I would love to explore that as a technicality to aladdin and jasmine trying to get married. Especially if perhaps that kingdom is NOT on good terms with agrabah. They're trying to get all the arrangements done and theres a big joke about paperwork and getting the prince-requirment law squared away and then bam, the "well actually-" comes from genie and the rest of the movie is about exploring this new territory of aladdin. Who is marrying into Royalty and Politics, actually having to deal with some of that.

And then at the end of the movie, when all of that is sorted out, genie drops the second "well actually-" that aladdin was always sort of a prince anyway. Just not the inherited of any kind of land. You see, al, buddy, your dad's a king of thieves.

Movie three is that the wedding is once, again, delayed. Because now we have to deal with the fuckin ramifications of "what the fuck do you mean I'm the son of a famous criminal?" And the revelation that genie actually knows aladdin's parents. Movie three includes returning to the Magic Treasure Hoard where aladdin initially gets the lamp- "only One May Enter Here" being that aladdins father (deceased) left the cave as a sort of will of his treasure trove, a bounty worthy of a King Of Thieves. Including the most valuable artifact of the trove, the Genie In The Lamp, the most valuable treasure that was responsible for aladdin's fathers success as the king of thieves in the first place. We see some stories of Genie and Aladdins father- from rags to riches via crime, maybe the love story of aladdin's parents, (maybe some hints to why genie says "i dont like doing it" as to being able to bring back the dead rather than outright "i cant do it") and plausibly that the genie and aladdins father made the same deal, I'll use my two wishes and then free you, but (possibly following that failed attempt to bring back the dead as in trying to bring back aladdin's dead mother shortly after aladdin is born?) In the grief of that failure aladdin's father decides to use his last wish (possibly to arrange the Cave of Wonders for his sons inheritance or something) and ultimately betrays genies trust.

We get a little heart to heart with aladdin and genie- "I don't think your dad was a bad guy, per se, but-" and the classic Disney "what matters is that you kept your promise, and that's why I've stuck with you even after freedom, it's the magic of friendship"

and then once we work out reparations of the cave of wonders - using all of that stolen fortune inheritance to better aladdin's accidentally aquisitioned kingdom, and provide agrabah a stable fucking childcare system for orphans, and a whole other musical mintage of do-gooding, they FINALLY get their royal wedding- a unity wedding between these two lands and isn't it glamorous.

ON A COMPLETELY UNRELATED NOTE.

The whole big damb deal where Aladdin and Jasmines partnership is weighted against the genies freedom is so stupid when you consider. Aladdin could have just fucking handed the lamp to Jasmine? 3 more wishes. They solve the whole thing in movie one. Jasmine gets the lamp, makes a wish that Jafar will never escape the cave of wonders, wishes that there were bo laws restricting her personal freedoms any more than anyone else (marry who she wants AND go to the market) and then a third wish that argrbah under her rule will know ages of peace and tranquility. Then she hands that damb lamp back to Aladdin, Aladdin wishes the genie free, big happy celebration fireworks scene. (They do the heart to heart thing where they say they'll miss eachother after genie cuts himself off from talking about seeing the world. Obviously. That still needs to happen. They're friends, you honor.)

[reggie-trying-thier-best]

*snifs u*

Who is Monk and what show are they from? 👀

Monk is this wet paper towel of a man (and the show is also called monk)

But in all seriousness monk is a detective show similarish to columbo (i have seen very little columbo so forgive me if this comparison ends up incorrect). He is a private eye that solves cases, 90% of the time unwillingly he would like to be left alone but he cant help himself when a things start to not add up.

in the show he works kinda works with police? Tho not really. It more like he will show up at a crime scene and no one will stop him, he shows up and the nearest dude is already shoving the case file at his companion. Two of the characters are cops and will give him cases either too hard to solves or the police are too corrupt to solve (but i dont think he is ever paid by them they basically just danger a case in front of him like a carrot on a stick and he’s got it solved by Tuesday)

He doesnt care about money or fame (tho in the show is said he is a semi famous detective because he has busted famous people ). so he often screws over powerful people trying to get away with murder.

Monk himself is a very neurotic man but i dont think in the show his diagnosis is ever stated (i havent seen all of it, its on at odd hours and i can only watch it at my grandmothers house) but he does in fact attend therapy. He does not like germs or touch. And compulsively cleans and has a routine and order to everything. Im trying to remember but i think when investigating case he even kinda stims while deep in thought (could be wrong on that on tho) Never directly touches anything if he can avoid it (though this is a comedy and half the time the poor dude is stuck surrounded by germs and things that make him uncomfortable). While as stated people he has some issues and does not like being social with people if he can avoid it. He is actually an extremely kind and caring man. While he is not great at comforting people he still tries his best. he is still extremely empathetic and usually fairly perceptive of thier emotions. He is also very good with kids and one of my fav episodes is where he is solving a case while taking care of a toddler that is involved with the case.

He loves his wife more than anything in the world but she is very much dead and he never solved that case which is the source of alot of angst in the show (normally i wouldnt say that because spoilers but its mention almost every episode).

It has its funny moments but also its serious moments swell and i think the show balances the two out really well

[the-flying-urayuli]

alright so im watching inside for the millionth time rn so i decided to write down some thoughts on certain parts of the special

i can already tell this is gonna be personal, also please tag me in your own theories i quite like reading them

white womans instagram: the most beautiful fucking moment in this special, i think its about how we stereotype people harshly without knowing that they all have depth to them, and they have lives as well.

unpaid intern: quite obvious, bo says it himself that the song is taking a twist on old songs about working hard and the labour exploitation of people for corporal benefit. i think also interesting is the part afterwards with the reaction, i think that part is about how you look at your older work that you poured your heart into and just see its shit.

look whos inside again: bo burnham became famous after writing some songs on the internet while he was just a bored guy in his room, the covid pandemic gave him a reason to hide back inside, and never want to leave again

welcome to the internet: ah the internet, where people can become famous or forgotten in seconds. where everyone in the world is rapidly talking around you. you can get away with almost anything as long as it isnt a crime, hell you can get away with some, millions of guys show their dick to strangers each day. everyone you can think of is here, pedophiles and children right next to each other. you can say basically what ever you want and someone will support you. you can see horrific news right next to mums filimg their kids at a festival. misinformation spreads like wildfire and you can destroy a life with a paragraph. hell children see porn and gore here why not. not to mention the mass corporations, showing the internet off as a place where you will be adored by everyone, and that its always been for you. everything is happening, all of the time, the whole world is at your finger tips, but you can destroy it in the process. so basically its about how the internet is so vast and massive and everything is happening at once.

that funny feeling: this’ll be a long part cause i want to sorta look into all or most of the lines in this song, if you want more of them just go to the genius page for the song (https://genius.com/Bo-burnham-that-funny-feeling-lyrics) but this is just my personal interpretation

so on a basis, “the funny feeling” bo is describing is hard to word but its that feeling that “the world is melting apart and we could fix it, but we dont” or “we’ve fucked up everything”. thanks some random reddit user for explaining it to me but ill get into the lyrics

stunning 8k resolution meditation app: in honour of the revolution its half of at the gap (google app store: the revolution was a big event that changes and took the lives on many, and all we do to honour it was give a half off discount.

a gift shop at the gun range a mass shooting at the mall: so im not american but in america, gun violence is everywhere, it takes the lives of so many innocent people every year and every time something viscous happens politicians and the media just go “well ok”, and when confronted about the issue and how we could solve it they just say they cant or they shouldnt. i wanted to stay un political but look at this movie, a lot of it is political

reading pornhubs terms of service: porn and masturbation is something that brings you joy, but at a point it all just feels so numb, nothing brings you emotion anymore and all you can do is feel ashamed, so you sit there and just read the tos cause who even cares anymroe

obeying all the traffic laws in grand theft auto 5: gta is a game you play for thrill and to break shit, but instead youre just sitting there and calming driving along, cause like the other one, things and games you used to enjoy just dont feel the same anymore.

hey what can you say? we were overdue, but itll be over soon, you wait: imo the best line in the special, who cares anymore, we’ve all lived longer than we ever thought we would, but who cares we probably dont have much longer anyway. or its talking about optimistic nihilism where you go “hey we’re all gonna die anyway, lets stop freaking out about everything and just let it wash over us”

all eyes on me: it feels like that one peaceful moment you get in the mess, the eye of the storm. the feeling when you sit there on the floor of your room and look out the window and you just feel still. you stop overthinking everything and all the mess just melts away, just for a little while.

any way yeah peace bye

[alexwritesfiction]

Hi!! @ink-fireplace-coffee here!! This is not really a writing question so I hope you don't mind 😅

First of all how are you? Hope you are staying safe and having a nice day/night!

Anyway to the point: book recs? I totally assume you have a really good book taste (i may or may not seen Pride and Prejudice reblogs in your blog) and since I have nothing to read I thought I could do some suggestions... (if you could avoid really gore books and that kind of them it'd be nice but aside from that I read everything)

I love your blog and you are really nice!

Hi! i definitely do have book recs! (and yes, major p&p stan here)

i don’t like too much blood and crime but ive read some so i’ve filtered them out in the list :) there you go:

Sherlock Holmes - This is about a detective and his best friend solving cases and it’s a very great rec from me. Youve probbaly heard of it on tumblr :) There are two movies and a BBC series, and if you choose to watch it, don’t ruin it by watching the movoes! The series is far better.

Simon Vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda - This book is a short read of about 200 pages and it’s actually really wholseome even if you might not be in the queer community. There’s a movie adaptation by the name Love, Simon. 

Five Feet Apart - Kind of a sad book about two people with diseases and a romance subplot but it’s not THAT heavy of a read and it also has a sad but much needed end. There’s a movie adaptation my the same name. 

Riordanverse - This is  a whole world in which the series of Percy Jackson and Kane Chronicles etc are in. You should start with pjo. It’s a middle school book but very entertaining  for all ages and perfect minority representation. Theres also a movie but for the love of god please dont watch it. 

Cinder And Ella - This book was a rollercoaster of emotions but 100% a perfect book for a YA rec. It revolves around two internet friends in which one is a disabled girl and the other is a world famous actor. There’s also a sequel called Happily Ever After.

The Truth In My Lies - This is an amazingly written psychological thriller which could definitely make for some good early morning reading. It’s written in first person and it feels like you’re right there experiencing everything while still being in reality. 

108 Seconds - I haven’t read this one but it’s about this social experiment  where this dude makes eyes contact with people and a girl gets highly affected by it.

The Great Gatsby - A short read but with kinda old english even though i’m sure you could get an adaptation somewhere. It’s a classic and you should definitely read it of youre into those. This book was written from a pov of a person who revolves around the main characters but isnt actually a main character. makes for an interesting reader’s view. 

Turtles All The Way Down - It’s a John Green book. honestly at this point john green should just classify as a trope tbh. It’s about self discovery and it has great representation, while also focusing on a death (theres nothing gory, don’t worry)

I would love to hear how you think of those recs, and i’d be able to give you more if you could mention a specific genre! This is a list of my Top Ten Recs :) 

[autumn-foxfire]

I got a response for the Qs, theres so much I- they brought up the villain goes here for the manga cover are you kidding, funny they said twice reaching up to pull hawks down, when their thing is to fly free. I adore the twice and hawks scene partly because of the shadow-view shift, hawks face is shadowed showing how twice sees him but then it pulls back and shows what's actually happening, hawks doesn't like this. I dont see hawks kill one to save the many as a "huge big flaw" But. (1)

Shigaraki, ahh I love him but he's such a pain, they bring up his speech thing, he goes on about how the heros hurt their familys to save others, he brings some valid points about sweeping some things under the rug, I hate that they blame that on the heroes as if they have ultimate control over society and the way the system works. "heroes solve the problem by punching" what are they meant to do? Ask the murderer for same tea? i genuinelu don't know how I'm meant to react to these, (2)

Like yeah the system and society is pretty shit, something needs to be done, someone like shigaraki bringing this up is hilarious, he's caused so much pain and panic, he's not trying to reform the way shit works, him preaching about it like he's doing something to fix it is insane. (3)? next ones a long one cause I'm ranting lmfao

Because I'm petty and a lil shit, this person brought up minetas "weren't actually wrong were they, just like the heroes actions" and didn't give any other context, with just that quote and the shot of hawks obvi looks like it's condemning the heroes and hawks. Put it in context like its meant to be read and you get "out efforts, weren't actually wrong were they, just like the heroes actions, I mean just look at this in the end it was all just worthless" MAKES IT READ COMPLETELY DIFFERENT (4)

EDIT (I missed it off by accident XD): To sum up, I feel so lost, my mind hasn't been changed and I'm confused as to the point of all of that. I want to ask more questions and they were so polite but I just, I don't understand, the only thing I can focus on is "the villains have a point about hero society, them taking the mineta quote out of context to fit a narrative, just shigaraki as a whole lmfao, and them ignoring half the scene with hawks and twice. I don't ~ understand ~ but aight.

Kudos to the person being polite even if they are very misinformed (usually I’ve noticed people who hold similar views to be very defensive) but their points are still extremely weak at best.

Also... I want to apologise in advance about my long answer to this ask T-T

First thing first, I’ve already disproven the ‘villains are always in the top corner’ point in a previous post which I will link here. It’s not a thing that exists and is just something someone made up to support their narrative that Hawks was supposed to be the villain in that scene. Most likely Horikoshi was trying to show the fight and Hawks, having wings, would obviously be placed in the top of the cover. Sure we can see symbolism and similar poses in famous artwork but without knowing if Horikoshi had any inspiration from them, it’s all just speculation.

Also, the POV shift is such an important part in chapter 265/6 that it’s so frustrating that so many people ignore it. We were supposed to sympathize with Twice first, we know his trauma and how he feels about being betrayed and then to see Hawks look down at him so emotionlessly? It was supposed to hurt.

However, then the scene shifts and the shadows start to lift from Hawks face. The cold expression Twice thought he was seeing wasn’t a real thing, in fact Hawks was looking at him with an expression of sadness and regret. Personally I think the shadows were supposed to symbolize how far Twice had fallen into villain ideology that he was unable to see that his ‘enemy’ was just as broken up as he was about the confrontation. I think that’s why the cover called it ‘one’s justice’, Twice was blinded by his loyalty towards his found family that he was willing to commit atrocities in their name meanwhile Hawks had to confront Twice and treat him like a villain even though deep down he thought he was a good man and wanted to help him.

It’s not Hawks fault that Twice continued to try and kill people and he had to resort to the only way he could stop him before he was killed by Dabi himself. This is just speculation but I’m pretty sure Hawks had determined that stopping Twice was probably the last thing he would do and he wanted to at least protect the heroes and give them a fighting chance.

As for Shigaraki’s speech, I’ve also brought up in the past about how Shigaraki completely dismisses the villains and their role in modern hero society which was interesting to say the least. As much as Shigaraki can draw attention to some of the issues in hero society (the over-reliance on the heroes being a big one), as long as he continues to ignore what actually causes a need for heroes to exist (villains) there will be no changes made by him. Also, a villain can make valid points but still ultimately be wrong and needed to be stopped, in a manga I fell in love with (thank you again @tozhan XD) the antagonist had a genuine reason and logic behind why he was the villain, however he was still stopped in the end because killing a bunch of people, no matter your logic, if messed up.

And as you said, “heroes solve the issue by punching” except heroes only react to villains, they do not start the fight, they only put an end to it. You can’t expect people to not resort to force when a group of people are actively trying to hurt others. Also that’s just ignoring how many heroes do restrain villains instead of just ‘punching’ them (Best Jeanist is a big example of that but Hawks has shown to do the same by lifting villains up in the air with his feathers and waiting for the police to pick them up). Sure, heroes probably should give villains a chance to surrender however most villains we’ve seen in the manga/anime have already been in the middle of a crime and so asking them to stop would be useless (and the one hero that did try to give a villain a chance to surrender was demonized for it).

Shigaraki really shouldn’t be the mouth piece people use to show everyone society is shit considering he killed a bunch of people first before trying to preach to the heroes (and you can’t even use the ‘it’s self-defence’ logic considering Shigaraki was planning premeditated genocide basically).

Also, I find it hilarious how so many people, especially the people that hate Mineta, were quick to jump on his words to defend their narrative even though in the chapter before that we had Majestic tell the students to not doubt themselves and then afterwards we see Shigaraki’s body breaking down showing them that interupting his operation did have an effect and gave the heroes another fighting chance.

People really need to remember that a Gigantomachia rampage would have happened anyway. Sure we can question the heroes poor planning (I’ve been annoyed by it for awhile now) however all the heroes did was strike first before the villains could. This would have happened regardless of whether the heroes attacked or not so Mineta’s words don’t really mean much when you think of the PLF’s future plans.

The heroes aren’t wrong for responding to an obvious threat and I don’t know why people are acting like they are. The PLF wasn’t a group of innocent people, they’re essentially a terrorist organization planning to kill millions, the heroes needed to react when they were all in one location otherwise cities would have been doomed.

If you want, you could direct the person to this post and see how they respond to my points. I’m kind of curious how they would respond to everything I’ve addressed here to be honest.

[tsuuyuri]

♡ *∙・. ☄ ∙♡ . : *・☾∙. . ✩ *♡

tagged by @bunnihops ! thank you angel 🌙 i luv you sososo much, my fellow crybaby magical girl ~ 

☾ ~  when was the last time you cried?

hmmm… last night, when my boyfriend had to leave to do work and i was sick and just wanted cuddles… im very sensitive aha

☾ ~ do you want to have kids?

i would say yes, i do, i love children and ive always gotten along very well with them, it just comes naturally! i am studying to be a pediatric registered nurse, actually, so children are very important to me. however lately because of some serious personal issues, ive been more scared of becoming a mother than anything… ive gone through a lot, seen a lot, and have lots of mental health and physical health problems and i think that makes me doubt my ability to parent, no matter how much i would love my baby dearly… i feel like i am unfit, somehow… but, i still would say i want to do it. any time ive had pregnancy scares, i have deeply considered keeping a baby, but i always decide its not the right time and im not in the right headspace to be able to provide that child the life they deserve. but in the future, especially with the right person, and with my loving family’s support which i know i would have, i really, really think i would at least like to have one baby c:

☾ ~ what’s your eye color?

light brown ~! and because ive seen a lot of people saying brown eyes are boring and basic i want to say that i love them very much and wouldnt change them ever if given the choice! ^.^

☾ ~ any special talents?

really only ballet and skating… oh, and gluten-free baking ~ ♡

☾ ~ where were you born?

new jersey, to a big big italian family… i grew up bilingual

☾ ~ what are your hobbies?

fashion, writing, reading, dancing, skating, sewing, baking, playing video games (only nice ones though, no violent ones!), sleuthing/true crime case research w/ my mother (not in a disturbing way with sh00ters or anything… ackk… we’re hardcore victim advocates and we are both very knowledgable in psychology and enjoy puzzle solving!)

☾ ~ do you have any pets?

i have a cat! hes the love of my life ~

☾ ~ what sports do you play/have you played?

i have never played any team sports, except for before the age of 6… haha! but, dancing for a big company, figure skating, ice dancing… i did & do those!

☾ ~ how tall are you?

5′2’’! i always wear platform shoes because i like to be able to look people in the face and im the shortest out of everyone i know…

☾ ~ favorite subject in school?

psychology & human biology

☾ ~ dream job?

a nurse in a childrens hospital ♡ im going to school for it, and i feel really confident and proud and happy with my choice. medicine is interesting to me and i was a very sick child growing up so i was in a hospital often, and for me, great nurses made a huge difference and i want to pass on that to other kids and let the parents know someone is by their side whose been through it!!! ....  unrealistically, though, i think it would be so fun to just get on stage and dance and perform like an anime idol (think love live or idolm@ster) or a girl group idol, where i can wear fun clothes and have really spectacular makeup looks and dance and cheer with people and just have a great time…! but, i cant play or write music at all and i dont think of myself as a very good singer (my parents and boyfriend seem to think otherwise but i dont believe it), and i also value my privacy and dont want to be famous soooo… this clearly isnt my path, haha! fun to think about though ~

↷↷↷ i tag @kmtaengoo @sunlightdrop @chreubic @chiaseedy 💟 no pressure though! 

[bzalma]

Murder And Insurance Fraud Don’t Mix

Posted on January 29, 2020 by Barry Zalma

A Fictionalized True Insurance Crime Book

The following is the introduction to my book “Murder and Insurance Fraud Don’t Mix” available at amazon.com at the following links Available as a Kindle book  and Available as a paperback.

It explains how an intelligent person became an insurance investigator and deals with how he resolved a mysterious faked armed robbery, a false insurance claim and coincidentally solved a murder.

My name is Marion Orpheus Montague. My friends, and some enemies, call me “MOM.” It is not a designation of my ability to nurture my clients. I have never been, nor will I ever be, maternal. I accept the play on my initials because it causes adversaries to underestimate me.

I am 66-years-old. My grayish blond hair is thin and my full beard is a bit scraggly. My face is round and often tinged with red. My nose is full, my eyes green and my cheeks bulge out to the sides trying to emulate the belly that precedes every other part of my body as I walk. People see me and do not believe that I am a private investigator. Seeing me they often think that I am on leave from my winter work as a Macy’s Santa Claus.

I like being underestimated. It makes my job as an investigator easier. Since graduating from Bradley University in Peoria, Illinois with a degree in Horology I have lived and worked in California. I started my career at the Tiffany’s in Beverly Hills as an junior watch-maker and repairer. I enjoyed working with the fine watches and clocks brought in by the customers of Tiffany’s and earned a fair living for a new watchmaker and repairer.

I became involved in investigations of insurance claims by accident. A claims person for – the now defunct – Resolute Insurance Company of Stockton came into the store and asked my boss for a person who could act as an expert with regard to a damaged Rolex President watch. Since I was the newest and least important watch repairer at the store the manager referred the adjuster to me. After explaining that my boss gave me permission to inspect a watch for a fee to explain the cause of the damage, I readily agreed since he was willing to pay me $25 a day to do the work, a sum half my weeks wages in 1965.

“What exactly do you want me to do, sir?”

“I need you to come with me to the home of a person who is making a claim saying his Rolex wrist watch was destroyed when someone accidentally poured wine on it at a dinner party.”

“But the President is a water-tight watch – how could that cause damage?”

“You are the expert on watches, a horologist, aren’t you?”

“I have a Bachelors of Arts degree in horology, that is true.”

“Then please come with me and examine the watch. Take whatever tools you will need.”

I confirmed with my boss that I could accompany the adjuster, packed my loupe (a ten power jewelers magnifying glass) and my watchmaking tools so I could open the watch case carefully. I followed the adjuster out and he drove with me up Rodeo Drive north into the Beverly Hills to a house on Canon Drive that was big enough to house four or five families. We were let into the house by a servant and placed in a library. The owner of the house, a gentleman with grey hair and dressed in an English cut blue suit with wide pinstripes, a bright yellow shirt, a red and blue striped tie wingtip shoes and canary yellow stockings.

The adjuster introduced me as Mr. Montague of Tiffany’s. The owner did not offer to shake my hand, he merely nodded his head and brought from his pocket a Rolex President wrist watch and laid it on the leather writing pad on the library desk. He was totally silent and I returned the favor.

The adjuster looked at me and said:

“Mr. Montegue would you please conduct your examination?”

“I will, thank you.” I replied as I sat down at the desk, turned on the desk lamp, opened my kit and carefully examined the watch. I saw no damage or stains on the exterior which was yellow gold with diamonds on both the face and the band. With the appropriate tools I opened the case, examined the watch carefully with my loupe, and used a pair of fine tweezers to remove a lemon pip from the spring. I put the pip in a small glassine envelope that was in my kit, closed up the watch, and said:

“Thank you, gentlemen. I have completed my inspection.”

The adjuster and I left the premises and drove to Nate and Al’s deli in Beverly Hills where we sat in a booth eating lox on a toasted bagel with cream cheese.

“Mr. Montague,” the adjuster said with a look of surprise and concern on his face, “you are a man of few words. What can you tell me about the watch?”

“It was not damaged in an accident as you were told.”

“No. How was it damaged?”

“A watchmaker of little skill tried to do a cleaning while having lunch. He squeezed a lemon into his salad and a pip from the lemon lodged itself in the works. As you know a Rolex is a fine watch with a very fine mechanism. A lemon pip in the works will cause it to stop. I removed the pip and the watch is now operating perfectly. You have no claim. And, by the way, there was no evidence of liquid in the watch works or on the exterior of the watch.”

“I’ll be damned” the adjuster said.

We had a pleasant lunch. I earned $25 dollars and learned about the insurance adjusting profession. It paid the same as my job as a watch maker and was much more interesting. I would receive a company car, a 1965 Plymouth, and be able to travel all over Los Angeles County. Since I could not afford a car on my salary the use of an automobile was a raise in pay I could not resist. I asked for, and on the strength of my performance, received a job with Resolute Insurance Company.

I worked for Resolute until it went bankrupt. I opened an independent adjusting and investigation business: M. O. Montague & Associates, Adjusters, Surveyors and Investigators. That business has kept me in comfort and added to my girth for more than forty years. My clients included dozens of domestic and foreign insurers as well as members of private industry who are self-insured or who operated with a high dollar amount self-insured-retention.

I am now  the biggest private investigator in California. I don’t mean I’m important or famous, just big. At six-foot-four inches and 325 pounds no one comes close to my size.

I work out of a small office in the Culver Hotel, in Culver City, California a small bedroom community on the west side of Los Angeles County. The hotel is located where Culver and Washington Boulevards join in a triangle shaped pattern in the area euphemistically called Downtown Culver City, California. The hotel is famous for housing all of the little people who played the Munchkins in the “Wizard of Oz” and as the home of Ronald Reagan during World War II. Now, it houses executives from Sony Pictures Entertainment who bought out the old MGM and DesiLu Studios. The Hotel has been rebuilt, repainted and reconstituted. It is still funky and the elevator has a difficult time getting my bulk up to my third floor office furnished in the various left overs from 1930’s MGM musicals. Since I first rented my office in 1965 on a long term lease that has been adopted through various owners, I am currently the only business tenant of the hotel.

I like being underestimated. It makes my job as an investigator easier.

Get the full story and see how a fake robbery at a jewelry store led to murder and prison.

Available as a Kindle book.

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[junotrash-blog]

AU ; Chapter 1

Pairing(s) :  Main ; Kuroo/Reader, Slight Bokuto/Akaashi

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

"The renowned billionaire and founder of the Nekoma group, Kuroo Tetsuro, had caught a group of robbers in the National bank of Karasuno."

You stared up at the old television hanging on the wall of the cafe you work in, a bored look on your face. You are a waiter at the cafe. All you had to do is clean the tables and serve drinks or cakes to the customers. The busy cafe is located nearby the university you are studying in so most customers are obviously, college students. Black Cat is the name of the cafe much to your confusion since the cafe isn't related to cats at all but you brush the thought off anyway. People likes to call the cafe, the 'hotspot' since the place have free wifi. 

"Kuroo Tetsuro is at it again, isn't he?" Your manager popped up from behind you, her gaze went to the TV screen as well. You nodded, wiping the table with a cloth, set it down then wipe your forehead with the back of your hand. "A great man he is. Tall, handsome, smart and look at that smirk of his. No wonder girls flock like pigeons."

"But didn't he killed his parents six years ago?" You brought up the topic that everyone has been debating for years. Did Kuroo really murdered his parents? Some said that he was framed while some said that he killed for the money. Your manager sighed, shaking her head.

"It can't be."

"Well, we never know." You shrugged, taking the cloth that you used to wipe the table and walk to back of the counter, placing it in a bucket filled with clean water. The black apron tied around your waist moved with the movement of each of your steps. It's already five fifty five in the afternoon and a few more minutes is going to be the end of your shift. The thought of having to go to class tomorrow made your mood worsen. But on the bright side, one more year and you'll graduate from college and finally get a real job. You're twenty one for goodness's sake, an adult.

"___, your shift ended, you can go now!" A co-worker of yours called out, poking their head from  the staff room. You nodded, walking over to where you placed your bag, just behind the counter, removing the apron you wore and fold it neatly, putting it into your bag.

"I'll be off then. See you tomorrow afternoon." You told your manager before stepping out of the cafe, bag in hand.

Making your way to your apartment, you looked up at the street lights, the only source of light in the area, stopping on your tracks for a moment.

Why do you feel as if you are being watched?

A shiver ran up your spine at the thought. Could it just be your imagination? Maybe you watched too much horror yesterday that it made you paranoid. Your hand gripped on the bag tightened, gathering the courage to turn around. Only to see no one. Weird. You thought, turning back to the road in front of you. Continue to walk down the dimly lit road, you pulled out your phone to check if you had any message. 

One message.

Yahaba 1 : 47

gonna go out with some friends so no one's at the apartment

might be back at 11 or midnight 

_____ 19 : 01

alright

dont tell me you're going to that bar with your old volleyball team?

Yahaba 19 : 04

geez, took you long enough to reply and yeah, the third years, Kindaichi, Kunimi  and Watari are coming

_____ 19 : 04

Aww, Kyoken-chan isnt coming? Little Yahaba is going to be sad..

Yahaba 19 : 04

for the last time i dont like him

I dont even swing that way

_____ 19 : 05

Who knows ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yahaba 19 : 07

omg i hate that face

anyway i gotta go now 

 Yahaba and you are roommates for the past two years. He's a year younger than you and is studying to be a veterinarian much to your surprise. He seems to suit more on the business course, like you. You dreamt of opening a business of your own one day. To earn enough money to travel around the world deapite having the abilities to travel anywhere you want. But you wanted to do it the normal way. Your abilities scare you so you kept it hidden at all cost and will only use it if really needed to.

In this world, people with supernatural powers are uncommon but nonetheless, they exist. Most decided to show it off, in a bad way. They would do crime and do whatever they want, thinking that they are above the normal humans. Until Kuroo Tetsuro came into view. The man has no powers yet he was able to beat the crap out of those supernatural criminals.

You placed your phone in your pocket as you continue to make your way back to your apartment. Noticing a blockade on the road, you raised a brow, wondering what's going on. Is there a construction going on that you didn't know? The streets are quiet with no signs of construction going on so why..

..who gives a crap anyway? Your apartment is closeby and you want to take a rest. You're going to walk pass that stupid blockade no matter wha-

A hand went to cover you mouth before you could let out a scream. The person pulled you into an alleyway, wrapping their arms around you, shushing you. 

"Mmff bmmffr!" Struggling in the grip of your captor, your hands went to grab their arm, trying to get away.

"Can't you see the road blockage?" A voice hissed and you froze. It belonged to a man, "That area is a do not enter zone right now, you should already learn that in school."

"Mmmh..mmh!?" You tried to say, wanting to look up to see his face but can't. Your back is facing him and all you see is the dirty wall in front of you.

The man sighed, "Promise me you're not gonna scream. Or you'll ruin the case and alert those bastards."

You nodded and he hesitantly pulled his hand away just in case you're going to scream.

"What's going on?" You asked, turning around to face the man. You couldn't clearly see his face much to your disappointment. The alley was too dark but you can make out how tall he is and that piercing hazel eyes.

"You're about to walk into a gang turf, lady." He answered, his voice husky. 

"The hell are you talking about? I lived there and there's no sign of any gang activities in the area."

"They're the 'quiet type' of gang so that explains why you are unaware about this. We just discovered their whereabouts yesterday." He said, "Besides, one more step and you're on your way to the black market."

"Who are you anyway? You're not a police so you don't have the right to-"

"Kuroo Tetsuro."

You paused, blinking.

"What?"

"And here I thought I'm famous enough that everyone'll recognize me. I guess I was wrong." The man who you now found out is the one and only Kuroo Tetsuro, turned on his flashlight, pointing the light at his face then yours making you squint your eyes, turning away from the blinding light, "Hey, you're kinda cute."

You hissed, swatting the flashlight away from your face, "Why should I believe that you're really Kuroo Tetsuro? You might be one of those Specials who can shape shift."

He turned off the flashlight and let out a dramatic gasp, motioning to his hair,  "How can you not recognize this awesome hair?"

"Ah, the badly groomed hair."

"It's my bedhead, sweetie," He gave you a wink in which you huffed in return, grumbling a swear word under your breath, "Also, If they are able to shape shift, you can simply just knock them out. They'll return to their normal form." 

Riiiiiinngg

The sound of someone's phone rang and Kuroo pulled out his phone from the pocket of his pants, answering the call and placed the phone to his ear.

"What is it, Kenma? What?", A pause. Kuroo's gaze went from you then to the opening of the alleyway, "Yeah, there's a woman with me..They noticed we're outside?!...one is heading towards my direction? Hah? A Special? Fuck then. Alright. I'll try."

The call ended and Kuroo's face distorted from calm to annoyed, shoving the phone back and pulled out-

A gun.

A yelp escaped your lips ,raising your hands up as reflex, backing away from him, "W-what-what-"

"I'm not gonna shoot you, calm down." Kuroo suddenly motioned for you to keep quiet and you tensed up, nodding, lowering your hand. The sound of footsteps quickly approached the alley the two of you are in. The twenty three years old ran out of his hiding place to confront the escaped criminal with you following him.

A hot flash breezed past you, hitting a lamppost, causing the bulb to explode and the pole to bend. Was that..fire? Craning your neck, you saw the lamp post burst into flames.

"Kuroo Tetsuro! Fight me!!" A middle aged man, possibly insane who looked like he crawled out from some sewer, screamed his lungs out, his hands covered in flames. 

"Great, a crazy guy who can shoot fireballs out from his hands." Kuroo groaned, aiming his gun at the man's leg, trying not to hit any vital organ so he could take the man to the police station, alive. "You should run away as far as you can, lady. Wouldn't want that pretty face to get burn." Out of the corner of your eye, the fire shooting man was about to shoot another flaming bullet at Kuroo, taking this chance to burn the Nekoma's founder to crisp.  

"Watch out!" You pushed Kuroo away, the ball of fire quickly approaching you, ready to engulf anything in it's path to flames.

"Holy fuck."

You heard Kuroo whispered and you opened your eyes to see that you have teleported a few meters away from the flames. 

"You got a Special with you? Who is she, your girlfriend?" The man growled, "I thought you hate Specials, Kuroo." 

Kuroo got back to his senses, pointing his gun at the man once again, "I hate Specials who commit crime."

BANG

"Whew, that was easier than I thought." Kuroo sighed in relief, lowering his gun. The man was on the ground, a bullet to his chest. He didn't mean to kill him but he didn't care anyway. The man had crossed the line between sane and absolutely unstable. Even if he took the guy to the police station, he would try to escape and kill more people. Now that this problem is solved, he wanted an explanation on why you didn't tell him in the first place that you are a Special. Kuroo's gaze fell on you, expecting an instant explanation only to meet with your unconscious body lying on the cold and rough road.

"Hey, lady. If you're trying to act dead to avoid answering my questions.." Kuroo walked over to you, crouching down, "...you seriously fainted? I thought Specials are strong."

[sleepymouses]

okay for the dashboard osmosis thingy: i gotta go twenty one pilots because i'm the person that i am, but i'm also gonna go Psych as well maybe?? (ur right it was really hard to try to think of one for you, esp one i could fact check lol)

(from this ask meme)

ahh ok, osrry for the wait, i been a busy bee, but here we go!

21p is not an amount of money in the uk (ok, well it is) but it’s also a duo of two best buds named tyler joseph and josh... something with a d maybe? durran?? i feel like googling would be cheating, and admittedly i only remember tyler’s surname bc of ur thing last night lol

anyways, so they are two best buddos and one of them is really cute with his wife, i wanna say josh but it might actually be tyler.. i think wife’s name starts with a j, like jenna or jess, and theyre like really cute #relationship #goals, like best friends in love, so that is real cool and nice! (and i also know tyler has 3 younger sibs, but u are also the only reason i know this so i wont go into that )

and idk their type of music, like.. i wanna say alternative, but that is a pretty easy generalization lol. i know one song was a vid of one of them strumming a ukulele and singing on his ownsome to increasingly bigger groups, i think i reblogged it like 500 years ago without knowing who it was, but i have since remembered/recognized it, (also i think it was a cover of i cant help falling in love with u)

and their fandom is relatively smol i think, like 1d really is an anomaly compared to the rest of bandom, in terms of the amount/variety of fanworks created, even for bands i thought were really famous and stuffs it’s like way different? (i was curiously googling panic! and fob’s fandoms the other night actually and 21p popped up a few times as like a crossover thing with them, which i thought was interesting, tho i dont know how much theyre actually linked irl?)

anyways, being a smaller fandom is probos not a bad thing tho! i imagine its got a bit more cozier, intimate feel and in an ideal world there’d be an awful lot less drama too, so i hope that is the case.

i also think that 21p fanworks are less likely taken for granted bc theyre more rare, like i feel like fans are more likely to leave comments than jsut a like or a kudos, yunno? bc they really appreciate every bit they get :)

(also lol, i rlly didnt intend for this to be as long as the les mis one but whoops)

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and then there’s psych, which im quite annoyed to notice has been taken off of netflix now >: (i never actually saw all of it, just watched a bunch of epis in random order)

psych centers around unofficial (im p sure? cos gus also worked at a pharmaceutical company too) detectives and life long (as shown by lots of flashbacks) bffs shawn and gus, the latter of whom shawn always comes up with super ridiculous fake names for when theyre interviewing witnesses and whatnot (his name is actually burton guster tho), but that was one of the running gags

psych is a fairly light crime show, like theres murder mysteries and whatnot, but theres also lots of good banter between the leads (esp shawn n gus) and jokes and

and their main dealio is that shawn is a psychic, even tho he actually is Not, hes just extremely observant and (sometimes) smart, and gus is in on the con too, and they work for the police station together, and theres also a cop named lassy except thats not rlly his name its a nickname but i dont rmr his actual one, and his partner julia/jules, who was in a very slow build romance with shawn over the like.. 5? 7? seasons it had, it was a good big amount, & i think it had a very good build and character development n stuff bc of that, i get the feeling it was lucky enough to have a natura run of things, im pretty sure it wasnt cancelled when it ended,like it got to do everything it wanted with the storylines n stuff before it decided to wrap up? and there was a lot of different stuff in the episodes, they werent all just typical solving mystery stuffs

but fandom wise again, i think itd be quite small in terms of fanworks produced about it? it doesnt rlly seem like the type of show to have much fanfiction written about, altho im willing to bet that shawn and gus, like any pairing involving a black guy and a white guy, dont get shipped together hardly at all despite all their screen time and chemistry together. (and yes ik julia/shawn canon, but thats never stopped shippers before, so.) actually i bet shawn and lassie are one of the bigger pairings in fanfic, tho again, i dont think psych would have much in the way of that somehow?

anyways, i rmr it was goofy but enjoyable, and there were lots of episodes that made homages to other things, actually i think im gonna go try2 find an ep to watch rn tbhh, except Not on netflix anymore i guess !

[mountainashfae]

rowan, aelin, harmon, mialee, max!

well dang this’ll be a long one, lemme toss it under a cut lmfao

So much time went into all this asdgfhuykm

I legit spent several hours doing this

[ OC Meme ]

Full Name: Rowan ThornbrookGender and Sexuality: Male, demiromantic asexualPronouns: he/himEthnicity/Species: half-elf (drow)Birthplace and Birthdate: (equivalent of) October 19, Capitol city of RiverinGuilty Pleasures: late night forest walks, baking fruit desserts (only guilty if the fruits he’s baking with are out of season), sleeping inPhobias: dusty, enclosed spaces (think crypt), being inside a burning building, he’s also got a healthy dose of fear and anxiety over talking in social situations What They Would Be Famous For: Baking Skills, or, ya know, becoming king of RiverinWhat They Would Get Arrested For: being involved with a barfight (bc trying to stop it)OC You Ship Them With: not mine but SOLOMON WITHERSPOONOC Most Likely To Murder Them: uhhh good question none of mineFavorite Movie/Book Genre: does cooking count? No? He’s a fan of realistic fiction.Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: the one where the animal companion dies/gets left behindTalents and/or Powers: he can bake, sew, farm a bit, and is skilled with the sword and shieldWhy Someone Might Love Them: He cares for the wellbeing of pretty much everyone he meets and is just overall a sweet guy also have you tasted his peach tarts??Why Someone Might Hate Them: He can be a spoil-sport and is Lawful and also boiled peanuts apparently.How They Change: Rowan so far in canon started out being a bit stiff and felt like he was weighted by expectations put on him, but through meeting Nazha and then later the rest of the party he’s begun to feel like that weight wasn’t quite so heavy and has been able to truly open up and enjoy life without those expectations and also the judgement of him being half-elfWhy You Love Them: Rowan is that character that I have projected so much on to the point that he’s basically my namesake and just working on character development for him, in character and out of character, brings me such joy. He’s also in a way the reason I have such great friends. Also??? Weather and crop based expletive substitutions and phrases.

Full Name: Aelin ThornbrookGender and Sexuality: Female, pansexualPronouns: she/herEthnicity/Species: half-elf (drow)Birthplace and Birthdate: (equivalent of) August 8, Capitol city of RiverinGuilty Pleasures: the occasional glass of wine, sleeping in (but hours longer than her brother), spending hours playing the flute and ignoring responsibilities, skinny dipping at midnightPhobias: getting lost, losing track of time (both things that happen often), losing the last reminder of his family that she ownsWhat They Would Be Famous For: Her skill in divination, solving the mystery of the group of bandits who assassinated her family!!What They Would Get Arrested For: Probably getting drunk and flirting/getting involved with somebody she shouldn’t and making some sort of skirmish happenOC You Ship Them With: No one currentyOC Most Likely To Murder Them: Any of those faux loversFavorite Movie/Book Genre: MysteryLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: any seemingly forced hetero romance. Make it seem natural at leastTalents and/or Powers: divination and drow magic, fluteplayingWhy Someone Might Love Them: She’s an extrovert and tries to get along with most people, is really honest and will help just about anybody. Also she’s such a beauty.Why Someone Might Hate Them: She’s flirtatious at times but has also never been serious about a relationship n her life. Rather nonchalant about everything and never seems serious everHow They Change: She needs some actual character devWhy You Love Them: She’s the opposite of Rowan, and where the rest of my projecting went that didn’t go to him. I can’t really put the reason into words but it’s a strong feeling.

Full Name: Harmon AveryGender and Sexuality: demigirl, probably graysexualPronouns: they/sheEthnicity/Species: Halfling!!! (lightfoot)Birthplace and Birthdate: idfk about where but it’d be whatever the equivalent of December 5th is.Guilty Pleasures: straight up eating a raw lemonPhobias: heights, being late, missing out on any information, important or notWhat They Would Be Famous For: probably something to do with juice-making or for being a halfling with a large pet snakeWhat They Would Get Arrested For: Sneaking said snake into someplace he’s not allowed, or maybe stealing citrusOC You Ship Them With: nobody currentlyOC Most Likely To Murder Them: -shrug bc no character dev-Favorite Movie/Book Genre: Murder MysteryLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: that “it was the servant all along” cliche. It ruins the mysteryTalents and/or Powers: Ranger magic, skill with a bow, extremely good with snakes, can EAT A LEMON RAWWhy Someone Might Love Them: They’re small and share their juice and citrus with people, they have a snakeWhy Someone Might Hate Them: They have a snake, they’re extremely impatient, and they have no problem giving you the sourest juice possibleHow They Change: gotta get some character dev firstWhy You Love Them: They’re a character that I literally got the idea from in a dream, what else could I say other than they are literally the Halfing of my dreams?

I had to do about 90% of the base character dev right here and there is a LOT more to do. Harmon is still In Development

Full Name: Cauder Mel Toraviel Mialee (Mialee Toraviel)Gender and Sexuality: nonbinary, and idk? Let’s say pan until we know for surePronouns: they/themEthnicity/Species: Sun Elf/Cunning Hob mix!Birthplace and Birthdate: uhhhh no exact town name at the moment but they were in the southwest of Mitria on the equivalent of October 27thGuilty Pleasures: expensive foods, especially chocolates, buying anything expensive for themself tbh (they dont hang on to money long), not having to hide their tail in their clothingPhobias: GETTING CAUGHT IN A LIEWhat They Would Be Famous For: Their illusions and skillWhat They Would Get Arrested For: Their illusions and skill, also all the cons they pull with said illusions and skillsOC You Ship Them With: I platonically sibling ship them with Kit because those two have the best sibling dynamicOC Most Likely To Murder Them: Any of the people they have conned in the past because Mia made off great and bouncedFavorite Movie/Book Genre: Does mythology count? Because they love mythology. Also any nonfiction text on magic, mostly for inspiration purposesLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: are there any cliches in mythology and magic texts? Other than inaccuracies I guessTalents and/or Powers: Favored Soul sorcery, lotsa skill in illusions and disguises, pretty good as improvWhy Someone Might Love Them: They’re a real stinker but in a good way if you’re not on their bad side and they love to show off their skills for others and they adore childrenWhy Someone Might Hate Them: If they see you as an audience they will literally lie to your face to get what they want and feel no remorse. Is that their actual face? Their actual name and class?? Who knows!How They Change: Mialee “Master of Hiding Literally Everything About Myself” Toraviel opened up to a Partner in Crime aka new adoptive brother and a sassmaster sorcerer hob and loves them very much whether they realize it or notWhy You Love Them: They’re such a fun and different character to play compared to Rowan, and everything about them makes me smile. I get to play around with aspects of their hob heritage with Theo and it’s so fun to do and to learn about hobs. I get to do everything that I love about D&D through them.

Full Name: Maxwell FuntGender and Sexuality: Male, aroacePronouns: he/himEthnicity/Species: Human, I wrote Illuskan on his character sheet but idfk what that translates toBirthplace and Birthdate: equivalent of August 30, in a small town called Rodan which got burned to the groundGuilty Pleasures: stealing shoes that are loaned to him, actually getting a lead on that fey artifact he’s supposed to be looking for!!Phobias: dragons, the mere thought of being enslaved again, most heavily social situations, loud yelling (especially aimed at him)What They Would Be Famous For: busting up that one slave caravan?? idk my dude he doesn’t like the spotlightWhat They Would Get Arrested For: breaking into some building to check out a fey artifact because it might be the one he’s looking forOC You Ship Them With: nobody my dude he’s not interestedOC Most Likely To Murder Them: those guys in the slave caravan who he blastedFavorite Movie/Book Genre: He seems like he’d be the horror kinda kid but no, he likes fantasy and refuses to finish a book if he suspects a bad endingLeast Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Any kind where a main/well-liked character diesTalents and/or Powers: Pact of the Chain Warlock with an Archfey patron, newly acquired roller skating skillWhy Someone Might Love Them: He’s got some sass and he’s surprisingly still in excitable kid on the inside. That part of him is pretty cute when it comes out.Why Someone Might Hate Them: He just, Doesn’t Like People and will admit to trusting his fey weasel more than any one person. He also doesn’t like conflict and will scoot if possibleHow They Change: Max “I trust the Fey more than I trust any person or god” Funt has begun to trust others and is acting more like the child he still is. Don’t get me wrong he’s still irreparably scarred but bits of what can is healingWhy You Love Them:Max was conceptualized on the same day as Rowan in the same way (aka random generators), so he’s got a special place in my heart from that. It’s also the characters that have the worst backstories that I end up loving the most, partially because I’ve ruined their lives enough in backstory and it’s my job now to give them nothing but good. Also that Dunks Meta of the experiment sessions just being our Dunks characters playing D&D makes his concept so much more fun. Because that means Rowan is playing this boy.

[bad-draft-stuff]

det. au 10

Arsé-kun: Arséne: -- All in all, you only missed so much.

Arsé-kun: Arséne: There was assault and murder at a theater troupe, but Sherlock and Watson cleaned it up rather quickly. The quirky kids crew was involved, I am told? After this, Sherlock went ahead and apologized to the professor, as well as updating him on recent events. Even the Napoleon of Crime didn't know entirely what Twilight was about. In the background, Impey provided insight on the professor and his son- They're vampires. More people to be irrationally terrified of for me. *he pauses, hoping Impey didn't hear that bit. Or Nyar. Or... a lot of people, lets be real.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: Nyar proceeded to confirm that angels exist. While this is mostly irrelevant to any cases, it's worth noting. Sherlock is still banned from using the oven freely. Anyway. After a tiny success for myself, we made a truce with Azathoth himself to get the extra soul removed from Sheepy. It took a bit longer than I'd hoped, and I saw things I don't want to see again, but it worked. That is why Sheepy is allowed to sleep in today. Sheepy: Tom: woah Arsé-kun: Arséne: We also learned that Azathoth has absolutely no moral compass and a limited ability to tell fiction from reality. I'd rather Watson use this information than myself, though it may come in handy. Sheepy: Tom: hes nice Arsé-kun: Arséne: Is he? Sheepy: Tom: he gave me a nice outfit Arsé-kun: Arséne: I see. It's very cute. Sheepy: Tom: thank you Arsé-kun: Arséne: At the last minute, the Saint finally took pity and shared his knowledge with us. Twilight was an experimental group split off of Idea- Who is apparently able to bully eldritch beings? They've apparently got assassins, so going after them is a big non, non, NON. As well, the Saint was once part of this group, explaining his fighting ability. Twilight is no longer the primary problem- Idea is. ... Also, Saint is capable of some healing? Sheepy: Tom: why is idea the big problem Arsé-kun: Arséne: Because we spoke with Azathoth. He may be rethinking things, so we can take some time to focus on the original group. Sheepy: Tom: but what did they do to us? Sheepy: Tom: someone might be related to a group, but just because this person is our enemy doesn't mean that the original group is our enemy as well Arsé-kun: Arséne: Their leader had someone close to some of us killed. The full group may not, but.. Sheepy: Tom: ... Sheepy: Tom: ok. Arsé-kun: Arséne: .... This is getting ridiculous. I'd really like an unrelated case. Sheepy: Tom: then find one Sheepy: Tom: it shouldnt be too hard Sheepy: Tom: crime happens every day. you just need to advertise yourself better. Sheepy: Tom: "a detective that rivals the abilities of sherlock holmes!"... something like that. Arsé-kun: Arséne: How rude. Why would I want to challenge him? Sheepy: Tom: ? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Maybe I'll go looking for trouble myself. Sheepy: Tom: because you live next to him Sheepy: Tom: if you live next to detectives worse than you you'll be chosen instead Sheepy: Tom: but youre living next to a famous detective Sheepy: Tom: so youre at a great disadvantage. Arsé-kun: Arséne: .... Yeah, you're right. Sheepy: Tom: heres the many possibilities Sheepy: Tom: they dont like sherlock so they go with you. sherlock is busy so they go with you. sherlock lacks an interest in the case so they go with you. sherlock drags you along. they hire you expecting sherlock to come along. they fear they cant afford his work so they hire you. you are less known and thus better for secretive work and thus they hire you Sheepy: Tom: they come when sherlock is sleeping so they hire you Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Merci. That makes me feel kind of better. Sheepy: Tom: i believe in you Arsé-kun: Arséne: Thank you. *he goes and pats Tom's head* Sheepy: Tom: no problem Sheepy: Tom: if you ask sherlock he may be willing to give some cases to you Arsé-kun: Arséne: Those are his, though. Sheepy: Tom: i dont get it Sheepy: Tom: because they expect him? Sheepy: Tom: they still need help Sheepy: Tom: anyway ive got a good feeling Arsé-kun: Arséne: Eh? Do you? Sheepy: Tom: yes. about you getting a case Arsé-kun: Arséne: Then it must be so. Thank you. Sheepy: Tom: no problem Sheepy: Tom: ill root for you Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he pats Tom's head* Sheepy: Tom: if you get desperate you can create cases of your own Arsé-kun: Arséne: Tempting, but no. Sheepy: Sheepy: You should go out with a sign that says "free trial for detective work". Sheepy: Sheepy: But the trial only lasts 5 minutes. Arsé-kun: Arséne: No. Also, good morning. Sheepy: Sheepy: Bad morning since you won't take my genius advice to heart. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Maybe push it up to an hour? ... Oh, but I'd rarely be home if it kicked off. Sheepy: Sheepy: Good. Sheepy: Sheepy: I mean, bad. Arsé-kun: Arséne: What do you mean "Good"? You'd be coming with me. Sheepy: Sheepy: Ehhh??? Why? Arsé-kun: Arséne: You're my assistant, aren't you? Arsé-kun: Arséne: I'd like you to come with me for anything we do. Sheepy: Sheepy: Well, okay, I guess. Sheepy: Sheepy: I guess you do need comic relief to add levity to the situation and make you sound smarter. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Th-that's not why I wanted you with me at all. It does help, though. Sheepy: Sheepy: Then why? Arsé-kun: Arséne: You help. Sheepy: Sheepy: I do? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Certainly. Sheepy: Sheepy: I can't see how, but whatever you say. Arsé-kun: Arséne: You damn know better than that. Sheepy: Sheepy: Whatever you say. Sheepy: Sheepy: What're your plans for today? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Not deal with current events. Sheepy: Sheepy: Well, okay. How do you intend to go about that? Arsé-kun: Arséne: No idea. While you're there, go get your... What did we decide? Being your brother doesn't exactly make sense.. Sheepy: Sheepy: I don't know where he is but I'll go look for him. Sheepy: Sheepy: *He goes hunting for Randy!* Arsé-kun: *no luck so far!* Sheepy: Sheepy: *Where is Randy??? He's nowhere to be found...* Arsé-kun: *Keep looking?* Sheepy: *Yes* Arsé-kun: *Sheepy eventually finds a locked door. what's this?* Sheepy: *Interesting! A lock to pick!* Arsé-kun: *He's gonna do it isnt he* Sheepy: *Yes* Arsé-kun: *easy success* Sheepy: Sheepy: *he picks the lock and emters* Arsé-kun: *This is... Saint Germain's room. Oops? Anyways, he's not awake... And neither is Nyar, who's curled up with him. Nor is Randy, who kinda took over the rest of the bed. It's his city now* Sheepy: Sheepy: *OH TIME TO LEAVE* Arsé-kun: *remember to close the door on the way out* Sheepy: *Sheepy closes the door* Sheepy: *Sheepy returns to Arsene* Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Eh? Didn't find him? Sheepy: Sheepy: I did. Sheepy: Sheepy: He's asleep still. Sheepy: Sheepy: I picked the lock of the room and it turned out to be Saint-Germain's and he's still asleep. Sheepy: Sheepy: So is Nyar, who I wasn't aware had to sleep. Sheepy: Sheepy: Then again... Azathoth does, so... Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... ... They were together? Sheepy: Sheepy: Yeah. Sheepy: Sheepy: Together together. Arsé-kun: Arséne: A lot has been explained to me in that answer. Sheepy: Sheepy: Like, you and Sherlock level. Arsé-kun: Arséne: The mystery of some of Nyar's statements has been solved. Thanks, assistant. Sheepy: Sheepy: I did it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: You sure did. Sheepy: Sheepy: Now what? Sheepy: Sheepy: I want to help on a case like you offered but you don't have one. Sheepy: Tom: ask sherlock for one of his cases Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Well, I suppose. You seem to be insistent I do that. Sheepy: Tom: well how else are you going to get one Sheepy: Tom: as i said a famous detective is living next door and despite his clumsiness in cases he still ends up getting the presumably right answer, bringing a lot of cases in Sheepy: Tom: so he probably has a lot on his plate as is and if more come in he'd probably be happy to hand them over to you Arsé-kun: Arséne: I suppose. *he picks Tom up* Lets go find out ourselves. Sheepy, you come too. Sheepy: Sheepy: Okay. Sheepy: *They go!* Sheepy: Sherlock: Hullo! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Bonjour! Sheepy: Sherlock: What's going on? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Tom is encouraging me to snag a case or two from you. Sheepy: Sherlock: Hmm...... so you haven't been getting any cases recently? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Non. It doesn't help we've been busy or out a lot- I could have missed potential cases from it. Sheepy: Sherlock: Well, I'll think about it. Sheepy: Sherlock: The one I have I've currently "sunk my teeth into". Sheepy: Sherlock: But if I get another one today, I'll hand it over to you if the client's fine with it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: How kind of you. Thank you. Sheepy: Sherlock: No problem! Sheepy: *There's knocking at Sherlock's door...* Sheepy: Sherlock: Hullo! Come in! Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he puts Tom down and slicks his hair back. Priorities* Sheepy: *An old lady bursts in! She looks frantic!* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he immediately abandons his seat for her to sit in* Tu fais quoi? Sheepy: *The old lady doesn't seem to register what he said, let alone the fact a seat is open* Sheepy: Old Lady: M-My daughter...! Arsé-kun: Arséne: What about her? Please, mademoiselle, do take a seat..! Sheepy: *The old lady sits* Sheepy: Old Lady: She's ... she's being accused of murders she didn't commit... I know she didn't do it! You have to believe me! Arsé-kun: Arséne: I certainly do. *he pats Tom's head before looking to Sherlock* I'll handle this. Sheepy: Old Lady: Thank you, thank you...! Sheepy: Sherlock: He's a good detective, a great detective. There's nothing to worry about. Sheepy: Old Lady: Yes, yes, of course...! *she turns to Lupin* Thank you, Mr. Holmes! Where do I start...? Do I bring you to the scene of the crime...? Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Oui. That, or by covering what exactly occurred. Sheepy: Old Lady: My daughter works at our family-owned cafe. ..Well, cafe isn't quite the right word since we specialize in tea and herbs. Sheepy: Old Lady: Recently, people who have been drinking the tea she makes have been dropping dead...but it's not what it sounds like? She doesn't have a murderous bone in her body! Sheepy: Sheepy: That's good. It'd be weird if your own bone murdered you. Arsé-kun: Arséne: sheepy no Sheepy: Old Lady: The point is...! It can't be her! I know she's the one making the tea, but it has to be someone else! Arsé-kun: Arséne: There's a high chance that's true. Sherlock, any opinions? Sheepy: Old Lady: ...? Sheepy: Sherlock: There's two potential possibilities. First being that the poison is being added before she uses the materials to make the tea. Sheepy: Sherlock: The second is if the poison is added afterwards. Sheepy: Sherlock: The former would imply it's whoever grows, sells, or provides the tea leaves or tea bags. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Then it'd be far more widespread. I'll treat it as the latter for now. Sheepy: Sherlock: The latter would imply it's the one providing the tea to the customers, such as the waiter. Sheepy: Sherlock: Not exactly. Sheepy: Sherlock: If it's a family owned business, they may grow their own tea. Sheepy: Sherlock: Hmm...tea... Arsé-kun: Arséne: Touché, I suppose. Work on your other case, you poodle, and brush your hair. Don't get sidetracked. Sheepy: Sherlock: I'm hungry... Sheepy: Sherlock: Fine, fine. Sheepy: Old Lady: If you aren't Mr. Holmes... are you Dr. Watson? Sheepy: Sheepy: Don't insult Watson like that. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I'm almost hurt. *he ruffles Sheepy's hair* My name is Arséne Lupin. At your service, mademoiselle. *he politely bows to her* Sheepy: Old Lady: He did recommend you I guess.. Sheepy: Old Lady: Please save my daughter. Sheepy: Sherlock: Hmm... cafes... Arsé-kun: Arséne: I'll do my best. Sheepy: Sherlock: Perhaps I should quit my job and open a cafe... Arsé-kun: Arséne: .... Not to be scathing, but I think it's better I do handle this. You seem.... distracted. Sheepy: Sherlock: Scathing hot like coffee. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Okay, enough. Sheepy: Sherlock: I can't think about my case. I have a lot on my mind. Sheepy: Sherlock: Cases satiate my hunger for puzzles but not for food. Sheepy: Old Lady: Is there anything else you need to know? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Just one thing. Where exactly does she work? Sheepy: Old Lady: *she states the name and address* Arsé-kun: Arséne: Merci. Sheepy, get my hat and your coat. We're going. Sheepy: Sheepy: *he does so* Do you want me to put it on your head too? Arsé-kun: Arséne: You can try! Sheepy: Sheepy: I'm too short Sheepy: Sheepy: Bend down. Sheepy: Sheepy: If you think I can try to put it on your head, at least give me a chance. Sheepy: Tom: i want to come Sheepy: Sheepy: And we're bringing you. Sheepy: Tom: i want coffee Sheepy: Sheepy: They don't sell coffee Tom. Arsé-kun: *Arséne bends down for Sheepy* Sheepy: *Sheepy hops onto Arsene's back and puts the hat on his own head.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: That's not my head. Sheepy: Sheepy: Let's go. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Give me my hat Sheepy: Sheepy: *He puts the hat on Arsene's head* Arsé-kun: Arséne: Now we can go. Sheepy: *They go to the cafe!* Sheepy: Sheepy: Ah, it looks like an old people place. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Thanks. Sheepy: Sheepy: You're an old person, so you should lead the way. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I was going to ask Mrs. Clover here to do so. Sheepy: *Heather Clover, AKA Old Lady, enters.* Sheepy: *Thus leading the way.* Arsé-kun: *and so, Arsene enters, half dragging sheepy along with him* Sheepy: Sheepy: I can't enter old people places or I'll become an old people. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Quiet, you. Sheepy: Sheepy: Where are we starting, boss? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Up to you. I'm thinking in the back. Sheepy: Sheepy: Good idea. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Check everything over. Ask everyone who works back there. Sheepy: Sheepy: Sure, sounds good. Sheepy: *Sheepy heads to the back.* Arsé-kun: *Arséne follows him* Sheepy: Waiter: ...Ah... Sheepy: Sheepy: It's people to talk to! Arsé-kun: Arséne: m-hm. Shall we split up to interview? Sheepy: Sheepy: Yup. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Fantastic. Meet you here. Sheepy: *The two split up.* Arsé-kun: *arsene goes to speak with everyone in the kitchen* Sheepy: *Sheepy goes to talk to the waiter and waitress!* Arsé-kun: Waitress: Good afternoon, sir, but nonstaff are not permitted in the back! Sheepy: Sheepy: So if I get paid I can be back here? Sheepy: Sheepy: I've been hired to look into the deaths connected to this cafe. Sheepy: *The waiter looks uncomfortable but says nothing* Arsé-kun: Waitress: Oh, but you're so young..! Shouldn't you be in school? Sheepy: Sheepy: No, I'm an assistant to a detective. Sheepy: Sheepy: The law doesn't have time for school. Sheepy: Sheepy: That being said, I want to ask some questions. Arsé-kun: Waitress: Certainly. Sheepy: Sheepy: Starting with your and his names. Arsé-kun: Waitress: He's Oliver. I'm Bella. Sheepy: Sheepy: How long have you been working here? Arsé-kun: Bella: I've been here since it opened. Sheepy: Oliver: Uh...a month or two. Sheepy: Sheepy: What is your relationship with the accused? Arsé-kun: Bella: Younger sister. Sheepy: Oliver: Cousin...? ...Probably... Arsé-kun: Bella: I was told cousin. Sheepy: Oliver: Then...maybe? I didn't even know I had one... Sheepy: Sheepy:...Uhuh. Sheepy: Sheepy: How much contact exactly do you come into with the tea you serve? Arsé-kun: Bella: Retrieve and hand it to the customers. Sheepy: Sheepy: Your shift schedules? Arsé-kun: Bella: Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, 11 until close. Sheepy: Oliver: Uh... it's unpredictable...so when I'm needed. Sheepy: Oliver: So when it's crowded, I'm called in. I'm still learning from Bella so I can't handle a shift alone yet... it's complicated work. Arsé-kun: Bella: You should be able to work alone by the end of the month. Sheepy: Oliver: I don't know if I'll stay until the end of the month...I can't really stomach the fact that the tea that we served killed people... Arsé-kun: Bella: That's a good point.. Sheepy: Sheepy: It's not as though you're responsible for murder or anything. Sheepy: Oliver:.... Arsé-kun: Bella: That would be downright terrible. Sheepy: Sheepy: Of course. Arsé-kun: Bella: ...? I heard something. Excuse me for a minute. *she goes further back* Arsé-kun: *it's awkward.* Sheepy: Sheepy: What were you needed for? Sheepy: Oliver: I told you, when it's crowded I come in. Sheepy: Sheepy: A place like this becomes crowded? Prices are high, the focus only meets very specific people's tastes, and I've never seen it advertised in my life. Sheepy: Oliver: W-well, I don't know. I've only seen it crowded a few times.... Sheepy: Sheepy:...And yet, you're only here when it's crowded? Sheepy: Oliver: ...No...I'm only here when Bella calls me here... for when she needs help. Like... when it's crowded. Sheepy: Sheepy:......... Arsé-kun: *And then something makes contact with Sheepy's head, hard. CLANG.* Sheepy: Sheepy: Ugh! Sheepy: *Down he goes!* Sheepy: Oliver: Did you need to do that...? Arsé-kun: Bella: Of course. Do you want to get me caught? Sheepy: Oliver: W-well, it wasn't right, so... Arsé-kun: Bella: Thank you, captain obvious. You really think so? Sheepy: Oliver: People died. Arsé-kun: Bella: It happens. Sheepy: Oliver: It shouldn't, though... Arsé-kun: Bella: People die every day. It's not much different. Now make yourself useful and dump him in the closet or something. Sheepy: Oliver: But what if he can't get out? Arsé-kun: Bella: Shit happens, claim he trapped himself or something. Sheepy: Oliver: But he didn't. Arsé-kun: Bella: You'll be joining him if you keep this up. Sheepy: Oliver: I will...? Arsé-kun: Bella: Do I have to do everything myself?? Sheepy: Oliver: ?! Arsé-kun: Bella: .. Are you stupid, too? Hurry up! Sheepy: Oliver: Maybe we could just explain to him what's going on...! Sheepy: Oliver: We don't have to put him in a worse situation! Arsé-kun: Bella: You are stupid?? He's a detective. Sheepy: Oliver: Yes, but... Sheepy: Oliver: He's just a detective's assistant. Arsé-kun: Bella: That's even worse. Sheepy: Oliver: The detective probably knows he was talking to us... so if he disappears, the detective will come after us. Sheepy: Oliver: So...maybe we should just apologize and explain the situation...! Arsé-kun: Bella: Not if we get the hell out of here they won't. Fine, you stand guard. *she bends down to grab Sheepy's wrists, and drags him into the janitor closet* Sheepy: Oliver: H-hey, be careful. You might hurt him. Arsé-kun: Bella: *she drops him and comes back* You seem to forget that I don't care. Sheepy: Oliver: You should! He's a human being just like us! Arsé-kun: Bella: Stop talking. Sheepy: Oliver: I'm sorry... Arsé-kun: *Bella considers the kettle.* Sheepy: Oliver: But you should really try to stop hurting people. Arsé-kun: Bella: I'll consider it. Arsé-kun: *She considers this as well. She then picks up the kettle to look it over- before smacking Oliver with it. Hard.* Arsé-kun: *She grabs him and dumps him in the closet, too. She goes to leave when she notices an extension cord.. One long enough to be an effective rope. One tie-up job later, she closes the door and probably leaves.* Sheepy: Sheepy: *He stops faking being knocked out and begins to untie himself* Amateur...Hey, wake up. Arsé-kun: Oliver: .... ..... .......? Sheepy: Sheepy: Wake up. *He nudges Oliver* Arsé-kun: Oliver: ...... *he groans* Wh...? Sheepy: Sheepy: She hit you pretty hard. Sheepy: Sheepy: Don't scream. Keep your voice down. I'll deal with this. Arsé-kun: Oliver: ... She did...? *he goes to raise his arm and, of course, can't* ... ? Sheepy: Sheepy: *He finishes untying himself and takes out his phone* Sheepy: Sheepy: [Text: to Arsene] IM IN CLOSET WITH WAITER. WAITRESS IS MURDERER. Sheepy: Sheepy: [Text: to Arsene] SHE RAN AWAY. MAY NEED HELP GETTING OUT. ITS DARK. Sheepy: Sheepy: *He finishes untying himself and takes out his phone* Arsé-kun: Arséne: [Text: to Sheepy] Im coming right now hold on Sheepy: Sheepy: [Text: to Arsene] YOU KNOW WHERE I AM RIGHT Arsé-kun: *and the door swings open a few moments later, by Arséne, who looks downright terrified. how could this happen.* Sheepy: Sheepy: Hi, I'm alive. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Are you all right?? Sheepy: Sheepy: She was an amateur. Sheepy: Sheepy: She hit me with a teapot but couldn't even knock me out. Sheepy: Sheepy: This guy helped in the murders but didn't seem willing based on what I grasped. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I see. *he starts untying Oliver, making sure to support him so he doesn't end up lying on the floor.* Sheepy: Sheepy: He's hurt. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Noticed. Sheepy: Sheepy: I am, too, but I'll just shake it off. Sheepy: Sheepy: More important is catching up with that waitress before she runs off. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Ah, y-yes, of course. Let me just... *he sends off a quick text and glances away* I'll go after her. Make sure nothing happens. Don't play dead again unless necessary. Sheepy: Sheepy: Hey, hey, I kinda had to. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Now I know. Hold down the fort. *and he runs off* Sheepy: Sheepy: Sure. Sheepy: *Sheepy, as Arsene asked, holds down the fort, watching Oliver closely.* Arsé-kun: *Oliver seems a bit tired, and in a lot of pain, but okay otherwise* Arsé-kun: *after.. a while, i guess, a Watson arrives. it's him. he's here. He's probably not alone because that's a bad idea* Sheepy: Sheepy: Hi, we both got hit with a teapot. Sheepy: Sheepy: Really hard. Sheepy: Sheepy: Don't focus on me. Focus on the waiter. Sheepy: Sheepy: Apparently, playing dead means you'll be locked in a closet, so unless it's necessary don't try that. Arsé-kun: Watson: That doesn't surprise me at all. Sheepy: Sheepy: It surprises me a little. Arsé-kun: Watson: If a suspect thinks you're dead or unconscious, they tend to try and immediately dispose of you. ... I learned that the hard way. Sheepy: Sheepy: Hmm... Sheepy: Sheepy: Good point. Arsé-kun: Watson: ... What, you're not even going to ask about that? Sheepy: Sheepy: Did you get put in a garbage compactor? Arsé-kun: Watson: I would not be here today if that happened. Sheepy: Sheepy: Then why would I ask if it's not about garbage compactors? Arsé-kun: Watson: This is the first time you've brought up compactors. Sheepy: Sheepy: Tell me a more exciting adventure than being thrown into a trash compactor. Sheepy: Sheepy: Being buried alive is not an answer. Arsé-kun: Watson: Nearly being burnt in an incinerator? Sheepy: Sheepy: I want details. Arsé-kun: Watson: In a moment. *he finishes up and pats Oliver's shoulder* You're good to go. I highly suggest you take the rest of the week to recover. Sheepy: Oliver: But...but, I should turn myself in... Sheepy: Oliver: She blackmailed me into helping her...but I'm just as responsible as she is...since I didn't go to the police... Arsé-kun: Watson: But you can get a severely reduced sentence for turning yourself in and explaining. Sheepy: Oliver: That's not why I want to turn myself in. Sheepy: Oliver: I'm not looking for a lighter sentence. Arsé-kun: Watson: I was simply stating a fact. Sheepy: Oliver: I did something wrong so I should take responsibility and be punished for my actions. Sheepy: Oliver: Because... the fact that I was blackmailed won't bring the victims back. Sheepy: Oliver: Do I just go to the nearest police department... Sheepy: Oliver: or is there someone present..? Arsé-kun: Watson: No, no. I'll bring you myself. It's safer that way. Sheepy: Oliver:...Thanks. Sheepy: Oliver: I didn't know her until recently...she claimed that I was her cousin so I could work here...I never knew I had a cousin... Arsé-kun: Watson: We'll see about that. We'll just have to check records. Sheepy: Oliver: Maybe I should have done that... Sheepy: Oliver:...Probably... less people would have died potentially... Arsé-kun: Watson: Possible, but no guarantees. Sheepy: Oliver:...Yeah. Sheepy: Oliver: I'm ready...I think. Arsé-kun: Watson: Great. *he looks to Sheepy* Come here and let me check. Sheepy: Sheepy: Darn, I nearly got out of having to be checked. Sheepy: Sheepy: I'm fine. Dr. Tom checked and he said it's fine. Sheepy: Tom: you've come down with terminal 7 brain cancer and you have three hours left to live Arsé-kun: Watson: Tom isn't even h- ... .... I see you brought him along. Sheepy: Tom: im a gangster who studies medicine on the side Sheepy: Tom: if you take a medicine and a medicine youll die Sheepy: Tom: but if you pay up we may be able to help you just a little Sheepy: Tom: thats my doctor advice watson Arsé-kun: Watson: *he approaches Sheepy to check his head, and also to hide his smirk from Oliver* Sheepy: Sheepy: I'm being attacked. Sheepy: Sheepy: I'm fine. Arsé-kun: Watson: ... Yes, it seems just like a bruise. You get off lightly. Sheepy: Sheepy: See?? Sheepy: Sheepy: Now stop acting like a doctor towards me. I hate doctors. Arsé-kun: Watson: I'm not. I'm acting like a detective's assistant, making sure there are no injuries to note. Sheepy: Sheepy: Yeah but I hate doctors. Arsé-kun: Watson: I'm hurt. Sheepy: Sheepy: Why should I consider you an exception to the rule when you do the same thing as other doctors? Arsé-kun: Watson: I'm being harassed. Hello, police, a child is verbally attacking me. Sheepy: Sheepy: I'm no child. I'm an assistant detective. Arsé-kun: Watson: Close enough. Sheepy: Sheepy: Just because I'm not a prodigy like Iris or an old man like Sherlock doesn't mean I'm a child. I have my skills! Sheepy: Sheepy: Like... ... ... Sheepy: Sheepy:............. Sheepy: Sheepy: Ehhh... Sheepy: Sheepy:...Anyway! Arsé-kun: Watson: I'm going to take this man with me. Will you be okay alone? Sheepy: Sheepy: I don't need a babysitter anymore. I'm independent, have a job, and have no intent to use the stove. Arsé-kun: Watson: Good to hear. Sheepy: Sheepy: Now shoo so you can't ruin my fun. Arsé-kun: Watson: I'd love to. Sheepy: Sheepy: I'm the boss of this shop now. Sheepy: Oliver: Um..when are we going? Arsé-kun: Watson: Right now. Sheepy: *they go* Sheepy: *Sheepy waits for Arséne.* Arsé-kun: *Arséne returns finally!* Sheepy: Sheepy: You took fooorever... Sheepy: Sheepy: Watson called me a child too! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Désolé. I had to hand her in. Sheepy: Sheepy: Let's go. Sheepy: Sheepy: As in, home. Watson is turning the Waiter in. Sheepy: Sheepy: He said I was fine, too. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Did he? That's good. Sheepy: Sheepy: Yeah Sheepy: Tom: hes going to die Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Thanks, Tom. Sheepy: Sheepy: Well, yeah, everyone does. Sheepy: Tom: woah Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Lets go. Arsé-kun: *they start going home. Arséne seems Particularly Sour* Sheepy: Sheepy: What's up? Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... If you'd actually been harmed, I wouldn't have known what to do. Sheepy: Sheepy: What do you mean? Sheepy: Sheepy: Watson would've just patched me up and I'd be okay. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... ... More than that. You keep getting hurt when I bring you along. Sheepy: Sheepy: That's just my job, isn't it? Sheepy: Sheepy: Whether you bring me along or not I get hurt. Arsé-kun: Arséne: You're not angry about me dragging you into these kinds of things? Sheepy: Sheepy: Why would I be? Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Thank you. I got a bit worried. Sheepy: Sheepy: People's lives are fragile things, sure, but if you worry about getting hurt, you'll never improve as a person. Sheepy: Sheepy: If my life is ended before it's supposed to be, that's fine, too. It'll probably be while doing something important to me, which is better than slowly dying off from old age. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I'm not worried about me. I was worried about you..... Why are you the way that you are? Sheepy: Sheepy: Why am I? Sheepy: Sheepy: Hmmmm... Arsé-kun: Arséne: We just don't know. Sheepy: Sheepy: You. Sheepy: Sheepy: Probably. Sheepy: Sheepy: How much do you value your own life? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Mine..? Sheepy: Sheepy: Yeah. Sheepy: Sheepy: Who else do you think I'm talking to? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Tom. Sheepy: Sheepy: No, I'm talking to you. How much do you value your own life? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Enough that I'd like to keep it. Sheepy: Sheepy:...Hmm. Sheepy: Sheepy: For me... Sheepy: Sheepy: I don't. Sheepy: Sheepy: Perhaps that's just me being a kid. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he stops entirely* .... P-perhaps it is because of Randolph's influence? Sheepy: Sheepy: Maybe. Sheepy: Sheepy: I'll be happy if I make even the tiniest impact on the world before I die. Arsé-kun: Arséne: You already have. Sheepy: Sheepy: Have I? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Absolutely. Sheepy: Sheepy: How? Arsé-kun: Arséne: You've made huge impressions on others, right..? Sheepy: Sheepy: I guess I have. Arsé-kun: Arséne: None of this "I guess". You have. Sheepy: Sheepy: But that's because of my looks, right? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Perhaps at the beginning. Sheepy: Sheepy: Hmm. Maybe. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ..... Look, I'll be frank with you. Sheepy: Sheepy: What's up? Arsé-kun: Arséne: I don't know if you've noticed, but you're probably the most important part of my life. If I lost you, I'd probably have no will to go on. *he shifts his hat to cover his eyes* Now enough of this depressing conversation. Sheepy: Sheepy:...I seriously don't understand you. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I don't mind that. Sheepy: Sheepy: You shouldn't worry about filling that gap. I'm pretty expendable. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Enough. Sheepy: Sheepy: Fine. Sheepy: Sheepy: Juuuust trying to help! Arsé-kun: *and so, the rest of the trip is made in complete silence- at least, Arséne is* Sheepy: *Sheepy is silent as well...* Sheepy: *Upon their return, Sherlock looks up from whatever he's doing.* Sheepy: Sherlock: Hullo! Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he grins* Bonjour! We have returned and were successful today! Sheepy: *Sheepy mumbles something along the lines of, "like him" and walks off. goodbye sheep.* Sheepy: Sherlock: That's good! Sheepy: Sherlock: I've accomplished.... Sheepy: Sherlock:.... Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... You've barely moved. Sheepy: Sherlock: I slept after you left. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Thrilling. If you don't mind, I'm going to head upstairs. Sheepy: Sherlock: Go ahead! Sheepy: Sherlock: Rest well! I'll be here. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Thank you. *he heads up* Sheepy: *Sheepy heads to Nyar and Saint.* Arsé-kun: *I'm not quite sure what they were up to, but they're both sitting in chairs across the room from each other when Sheepy enters* Sheepy: Sheepy: Are you two dating? Arsé-kun: Germain: *he nearly chokes on his tea* Pardon me?! Sheepy: Sheepy: Are you two dating? Sheepy: Nyar: Uhhhhh... Arsé-kun: Germain: *his answer is to look horrified- and red- before he hastily attempts to regain his composure. failed step one* Sheepy: Sheepy: Is that a yes? Arsé-kun: Germain: .... Yes. Yes, it is. *he puts his face in his hands* Sheepy: Sheepy: Oh. Okay. Sheepy: Sheepy: So are you dating him as a human or as Nyarlathotep? Sheepy: Nyar: Wow. You really like to get into people's personal lives, don't'cha? Sheepy: Sheepy: Uhuh. Sheepy: Nyar: *he turns his direction to the rubiks cube he's fidgeting with. ah. he's already solved it. unfortunate.* Well, don't let me butt in. Arsé-kun: Germain: No, please, butt in. Sheepy: Nyar: Okay, sure. Do the rubiks cube thing for me. Arsé-kun: Germain: But you solved it already. Sheepy: Nyar: No, no, unsolve it. Arsé-kun: Germain: Ah. Sure. Throw it over. Sheepy: *Nyar throws the rubiks cube at Germain* Arsé-kun: *Germain neatly catches it.* Sheepy: Nyar: While you do that, I'll deal with Fluffy. Arsé-kun: Germain: *he starts messing with the cube* Sheepy: Nyar: Okay, kid, ask me anything. Sheepy: Sheepy: How do you heal the emotional scars caused by having a deeply depressed person harboring your body for your entire life? Sheepy: Nyar: Next question. Arsé-kun: Randy: I am so sorry. *he leans in the room. there he is* Sheepy: Sheepy: Hi, Arsene was looking for you earlier. Sheepy: Sheepy: And, don't apologize for things that you aren't responsible for. Sheepy: Sheepy: Neither you nor I are responsible for it. No one here is. Arsé-kun: Randy: Maybe not, but my depression directly caused yours. Since I'm here and not there, it should get better, right..? Sheepy: Sheepy: Uhuh. Sheepy: Sheepy: Don't worry about it, though. Sheepy: Sheepy: I'll get it worked out. Sheepy: Sheepy: Anyway, as I said, Arséne was looking for you, but I'm pretty sure he wants some distance from me right now. Arsé-kun: Randy: I hope you do. Sheepy: Sheepy: I upset him by accident, but I was telling the truth. Arsé-kun: Randy: It happens. Sheepy: Sheepy:...? Does it? Arsé-kun: Randy: Sure. Sometimes people don't want to hear the truth, no matter what it may be. Perhaps that was one such thing. Sheepy: Sheepy:.....I guess. Sheepy: Sheepy: But hurting him isn't my intent. Sheepy: Sheepy: And there's nothing I can say... Arsé-kun: Randy: There's always something you can say. It just may not be wise. Sheepy: Sheepy: What do I do? Arsé-kun: Randy: Maybe reword whatever it was you said. Maybe it came across poorly. Sheepy: Sheepy: I'll go talk to him. Sheepy: Sheepy: *he heads upstairs...* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he's sitting on his bed, shuffling through papers* Sheepy: Sheepy: Hi. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Bonjour. Sheepy: Sheepy: Are you busy? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Not at all. Sheepy: Sheepy: Are you still upset? Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... A little. Sheepy: Sheepy: *he comes over and sits down next to Arséne* Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... I overreacted before. My apologies. Sheepy: Sheepy: Don't apologize. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Too late. Sheepy: Sheepy: You have your own views. I have mine. In the current emotional state I'm in, I won't understand why you value me so much. One man's trash is another man's treasure, right? *he lets out a pained laugh...* Sheepy: Sheepy: This isn't me and I know that. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ..... I suppose you are right. Sheepy: Sheepy: It's just... really stressful. Crowded. I'm tired emotionally and physically. You know when you have a huge amount of work that's causing you to lose sleep? Sheepy: Sheepy: And then you finally finish it and you just crash? Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... All too well. Sheepy: Sheepy: I guess that's how I feel right now. But since that "work" is technically gone, after the crash I should recover. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Glad to hear it. Sheepy: Sheepy: Hopefully that made you feel better. Arsé-kun: Arséne: It did. *he ruffles Sheepy's hair* Sheepy: Sheepy: *he grins* Good. Now stop being so mopey. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oh? What's this? Sheepy: Sheepy: You're mopey like you think you're to blame. Sheepy: Sheepy: I mean, you apologized, so you do, right? Arsé-kun: Arséne: That isn't what I was going for at all. Sheepy: Sheepy: But are you a cultist? Have you been hiding this all along? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oy vey, I certainly hope I'm not! Sheepy: Sheepy: Then you aren't responsible! Sheepy: Sheepy: I mean, technically, you kind of are for me feeling crowded and overwhelmed, but you're the least influential in that respect. It's everyone else. Arsé-kun: Arséne: But I'm not irresponsible, either! Sheepy: Sheepy: I guess you aren't. Arsé-kun: Arséne: More importantly, what was that on your face? *he pokes Sheepy's cheeks* That was no frown. What was it? Sheepy: Sheepy: I don't know, what was it? A mouth, presumably. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he lightly pulls on Sheepy's cheeks* What was it! Sheepy: Sheepy: A smile. Arsé-kun: Arséne: A rarity! I declare a national holiday in honor! Sheepy: Sheepy: Does that mean I need to smile on this day every year? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Non. Sheepy: Sheepy: Then I can get behind its holiday status. Sheepy: Sheepy: This is an important part of the holiday. Sheepy: *Sheepy hugs Arséne! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Integral! *he hugs Sheepy in return. excellent* Sheepy: Sheepy: Sooo, what're those papers? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Legal papers. Don't worry too much. Sheepy: Sheepy: Okay, if you say so. Sheepy: *...Meanwhile, downstairs. There's faint singing.... it's getting closer...* Arsé-kun: *Horrifying.* Sheepy: *The door whips open! Crow takes a pose!* Sheepy: Crow: Crow has arrived! Sheepy: *Sherlock screams and falls out of his chair. RIP* Arsé-kun: Watson: ... You've also probably given at least three people cardiac arrest. Sheepy: Crow: I forgot to pay you two the other day! Arsé-kun: Watson: This may be a new record in fastest payment. Sheepy: Crow: And it slipped my mind until earlier, so I flew here as fast as my wings could carry me! Arsé-kun: Watson: Yes. Money can be exchanged for goods and services. Sheepy: Crow: I don't know how much I was supposed to pay! Arsé-kun: Watson: *he considers this, working out the math. this should be mycroft's job, but he's at HOME* Arsé-kun: Watson: .... ... *he gives up* How much do you want to pay? Sheepy: Crow: ...??? Sheepy: Crow: Money is no substance to a fallen angel like me! Sheepy: Crow: So I don't understand it! Sheepy: Crow: So it's better to ask someone who does. Sheepy: Crow: Actually! I could ask someone who might know. Sheepy: Crow: [Text: to Rom] How much do I give a detective for solving a case??? Sheepy: Crow: [Text: to Rom] Is $5 a lot? Arsé-kun: Rom: [text: to Crow] No???? That is nowhere near the proper amount. Tack a few zeroes on the end, pal. Sheepy: Crow: [Text: to Rom] But I don't have any zero dollar bills... Arsé-kun: Rom: [text: to Crow] NOOOOOOO. $500? Maybe throw another zero at the end there? Sheepy: Crow: Rom said $500! Are there $500 bills? Arsé-kun: Watson: Uh, no. Do you at least know basic addition? Sheepy: Crow: I do! Sheepy: Crow: I was asking because I didn't know if there was a simpler way to do this! Arsé-kun: Watson: There isn't. Sheepy: *Crow begins hunting through his wallet...* Sheepy: Crow: ........................... Sheepy: Crow: This is $500! *He hands over $500 worth of $5s, $10s, and $20s...* Arsé-kun: Watson: .... .... Well, it's still better than the time someone tried to pay entirely in coins. Sheepy: Crow: Eh? Did you want coins, too? Arsé-kun: Watson: Absolutely not. Sheepy: Crow: Is there anything else I need to do? Arsé-kun: Watson: Not at all. Sheepy: Crow: Then! *He strikes a pose* This fallen angel will descend once more! Off, away! Back to his newfound home! Sheepy: *Crow leaves!* Arsé-kun: *don't bump into that tree. wasn't it closer to the other window before?* Sheepy: Crow: ....? Sheepy: Crow: Oh! Moving trees! Arsé-kun: Adam: ... ... *he stops cleaning the window and looks down* Oh, it's the ant again. Sheepy: Crow: Eh? Ant?? No, no! I'm the fallen angel! Not the fallen ant! Arsé-kun: Adam: Maybe I should borrow a magnifying glass from the detective, because I can barely see you. *sick burn. he seems proud of himself* Sheepy: Crow: What're you doing here? Arsé-kun: Adam: I... Live... Here? Sheepy: Crow: Huh? Sheepy: Crow: But the detective does. Sheepy: Crow:...Ah! I know! Sheepy: Crow: These are these "apartment" things I've heard about! Arsé-kun: Adam: Y.. Yes. Sheepy: Crow: In apartments, people all live together like one big, happy family! Sheepy: Crow: I wasn't here because I live here, though! There's a detective. Sheepy: Crow: I paid my first "bill" today. Sheepy: Crow: *He puffs up with pride* No longer do I need people to do the paying for me! Sheepy: Crow: Tree! Sheepy: Crow: We should go somewhere together! Sheepy: Crow: Since that's what friends do. Arsé-kun: Adam: ... Can I at least put the cleaning supplies away, first? Sheepy: Crow: Yes! Sheepy: Crow: I'll wait here. Arsé-kun: *And so, Adam does exactly what he said he was going to do.* Arsé-kun: Adam: ... *he returns* .... You're still here. Sheepy: Crow: Why wouldn't I be? I said I'd wait so I am. Arsé-kun: Adam: ... I was under the belief someone would spot you and chase you off. Sheepy: Crow: Well, that's a good point. Sheepy: Crow: But it didn't happen. Arsé-kun: Adam: ... I see. Sheepy: Crow: Where should we go? Arsé-kun: Adam: ....... I don't know. Sheepy: Crow: Then... Eh.... Sheepy: Crow: ... Sheepy: Crow: [Text: to Yaiba] Where's a good place to go? Arsé-kun: Yaiba: [text: to Crow] Not here, hence, good luck. sheep: Crow: [Text: to Yaiba] I don’t know where to go... Sheepy: Crow: [Text: to Yaiba] You can't recommend anywhere? Sheepy: Crow: I could ask Rom but he's at work, and Aion doesn't leave home often because he's scared of the outside world. Sheepy: Crow: We could ask that detective! Sheepy: Fran: *He joins Adam's side, unsure of what's going on* Are you looking for someone? Arsé-kun: Adam: Ah... No. Sheepy: Crow: *he strikes a pose* A crimson flash in an unwavering - Sheepy: Fran: Ah, so he's a friend of yours? Arsé-kun: Adam: .... Apparently. Sheepy: Crow: W-wait! I wasn't done...with my introduction...! Arsé-kun: Adam: ... Do you want people noticing you? Arsé-kun: Adam: Then shush. Sheepy: Crow: Normally, it's fine! But today I have come on a very important mission. Sheepy: Crow: Glasses-man, where is a fun place to go? Sheepy: Fran: I, uh... Sheepy: Fran: It depends on your hobbies... Sheepy: Crow: My hobbies? Sheepy: Crow: Tree! What're yours? Arsé-kun: *Adam is considering this.* Arsé-kun: Adam: ...... I don't do very much. Sheepy: Crow: You photosynthesize right? Sheepy: Crow: That's why you're tall. Arsé-kun: Adam: .... Um. No? Sheepy: Crow: But aren't you part tree? Arsé-kun: Adam: No? Sheepy: Crow: Then why is your name Tree? Arsé-kun: Adam: It is not. You decided that yourself. Sheepy: Crow: Then what is it? Arsé-kun: Adam: It's Adam. Sheepy: Crow: Like from "Adam and Eve"! Arsé-kun: Adam: Yes. Sheepy: Crow: Okay. Who's that then? Arsé-kun: Adam: Victor..? Sheepy: Crow: Victor... Sheepy: Fran: Frankenstein. Sheepy: Crow: Ah! Like the green zombie guy who goes "grr"! Sheepy: Fran: No. Sheepy: Crow: ???? Arsé-kun: Impey: Not too far off! What's happening over here? Sheepy: Crow: But then who's the zombie guy? Sheepy: Crow: *he poses* Arsé-kun: Adam: That would be me. Sheepy: Crow: Oh! So you're the Frankenstein! Sheepy: Crow:... Sheepy: Crow: I never watched it. Arsé-kun: Adam: .... Me neither. Sheepy: Crow: I! *he poses* am a crimson-hearted angel, burned by the darkest flames of sin! Fallen from false crimes, I have descended to Earth, unable to ascend once more until my name has been cleared! Sheepy: Crow: I am Crow! Sheepy: Fran: You spoke too fast for me to understand you. Arsé-kun: Impey: *he glances upwards. Somewhere in that general direction is Iris squeaking. probably* Sheepy: *She is. It's her current favorite singer!* Arsé-kun: *Does she. Does she want to come downstairs?* Sheepy: *Iris comes downstairs* Arsé-kun: Impey: *he's tempted to call her a squeaky toy, but alas he does Not. He moves out of the way* Sheepy: Iris: Hello! Sheepy: Crow: You're the person with the cat! Cyan likes your cat. Arsé-kun: Wag: *in the distance* mrow Sheepy: Iris: Yes! Sheepy: Crow: Adam, do you know her cat? He's a calico. Arsé-kun: Adam: *he glances inside after ducking a little* I can see him from here. Sheepy: Crow: He's cute. Arsé-kun: Wag: *the door! It is open! I will. put a single paw on the doormat.* Sheepy: Crow: *!!!!!!!!* Arsé-kun: Wag: Mrooooow! Sheepy: Crow: *CAT!!!!* Sheepy: Iris: Who were you visiting for? Sheepy: Crow: The detective, but my business is done. Sheepy: Crow: I know where we should go! Sheepy: Crow: Here, here! Follow me! Anyone else can come too, though. Sheepy: Crow: We're going to a shop! Sheepy: Fran: Adam, did you want me to come? Arsé-kun: Adam: .... Actually, yes. Sheepy: Fran: Okay. I will, then. Sheepy: Fran: *he looks over to Impey. Is he coming, too? Arsé-kun: Impey: ... What? Sheepy: Fran: Oh, uh, you don't seem like you're in a good mood, nevermind. Arsé-kun: Impey: ? ? ????? Sheepy: Fran: It was about joining me, but you don't have to. Arsé-kun: Impey: Why would I not?? Sheepy: Fran: Well, okay. Arsé-kun: Wag: nya. Sheepy: Crow: *he leads Adam, Fran, and Impey to the sweets shop* Arsé-kun: Minako: Good afternoon- Oh! Hi, buddy! Sheepy: *Crow poses* Arsé-kun: Minako: *she poses back at him* Sheepy: Crow: I'm trying to befriend them! First thing is bringing them somewhere, right? Arsé-kun: Minako: You've got that right! That and feeding them is always a big plus! Sheepy: Crow: Well, then. Let me treat you! Arsé-kun: Impey: No one is stopping you! Sheepy: Crow: Crimson passion makes one unstoppable! My fiery soul will burn through all boundaries! Arsé-kun: Minako: Except the law. Sheepy: Crow: Huh? Sheepy: Crow: Law... Sheepy: Crow: Well, I can't break that. Sheepy: Crow: Decide on what you want and I'll get it. Sheepy: Yu: There's more to friendship than that. Sheepy: Crow: Of course. Sheepy: Yu: A friend is someone you're comfortable to talk to. You start off by discussing a topic you both find important and go from there. Arsé-kun: Minato: Thanks captain friendship Sheepy: Yu: Compliments help, too. Sheepy: Crow: Praise isn't something to just throw around. One has to earn it for it to be worth something. Sheepy: Crow: Otherwise, the words are meaningless. Sheepy: Yu: No, they can make people feel comfortable if used right. Arsé-kun: Minato: Both are valid. Now shut up. Sheepy: Crow:...OK. Arsé-kun: Minako: Anyways! Browse as long as you'd like to! We're open until super late tonight! Arsé-kun: Minato: No, we're no- Arsé-kun: Minako: We're open until decently late tonight! Sheepy: Fran: I'm sorry, we don't mean to impose on you. Arsé-kun: Minako: Don't worry about a thing! Sheepy: Crow: *he plops down at a table* Arsé-kun: Adam: *he considers this... and sits on the ground. it's much easier* Sheepy: Crow: Huh? You don't want to sit in a chair? That's fine. *...He joins Adam by sitting on the floor as well.* Arsé-kun: Adam: I don't quite think I would fit well. Sheepy: Crow: Then! I'll sit on the floor with you. Arsé-kun: Adam: .... Oh, but then you'll get your pants dirty. Sheepy: Crow: I'll wash them! Sheepy: Crow: What's your occupation anyway? I'm the lyricist and singer for Shingancrimsonz. Arsé-kun: Adam: .... I've guarded the jail, but that's about it... Sheepy: Crow: Well, that's a vital job, isn't it? So it's not measly. Arsé-kun: Adam: It's the only thing I was able to do... Sheepy: Crow: Well, there's no problem with that. Arsé-kun: Adam: ... Do you think so? Sheepy: Crow: Uhuh. Arsé-kun: Adam: ... Good to know, I suppose. Sheepy: Crow: *He turns his attention away from Adam and to the doorway* Oi! Aion! It's not as cursed as you think! It's only minimally cursed! Sheepy: Aion: ............................*He's trembling in the doorway, his hand clutched tightly on the front of his face...* Sheepy: Aion: The Black Monster will be swallowed up by the cold, drab abyss if he takes one step forward! Arsé-kun: Minako: There's no abyss in here! Just a small black hole, it's called his stomach! *she points at Minato. he flips her off* Sheepy: Aion: Only the dark sun god can see it! He! *he points to Adam* is a guard of the Frozen Abyss, harbringer of the Black Monster's demise! Sheepy: Crow: Stop being such a drama queen, Wimpion. There's no abyss and no guardian. Sheepy: Aion: Rodent! Your sins have blinded your view! Someone so tainted with guilt such as yourself could never even sense it! Arsé-kun: Adam: *I have no idea what is going on.* Sheepy: Crow: *he groans and looks to Adam* Don't mind him. Wimpion just has... burdens like the rest of us. Sheepy: Crow: He rarely leaves his room because of it. He's just scared of the unknown. It puts him out of his comfort area. Arsé-kun: Minako: That's fair. Well, he can come whenever he wants! It won't be unknown if you've shown up multiple times, right? Arsé-kun: Minako: at least, I think that's how it works Sheepy: Crow: Mhm. He'd be more comfortable if it was the entire gang, but Rom's at work and Yaiba is...*he shrugs* Arsé-kun: Minako: Busy? It happens. Sheepy: Crow: I guess. Sheepy: Aion: *He still looks downright terrified, trembling in the doorway. What a brave lion.* Sheepy: *Crow gets up, takes Aion's free hand, and leads him over to where he was sitting. He takes a seat. Aion seems wary of Adam, standing behind Crow as though he's an impenetrable wall or an invisibility cloak.* Arsé-kun: Adam: ... *he glances at Aion, before looking elsewhere. whoop di do.* Sheepy: Fran: *he looks to Adam. You ok?* Arsé-kun: Adam: ... Yes, Victor? Sheepy: Fran: *his worried expression turns to a flustered one upon being prompted* It's nothing, really.. Arsé-kun: Adam: If you say so. Sheepy: Fran: I-I do! Arsé-kun: Adam: *he briefly considers the scene, with Impey blocking Fran's path. He decides to not comment.* Sheepy: Crow: ...So this is Aion. He'd the other guitarist. Sheepy: Aion: ....... Arsé-kun: Minako: .... Not feelin' it today? That's okay. Sheepy: Aion: I... *his hand begins to relax some* Yes. Sheepy: Crow: So then, are you not coming to practice later? Sheepy: Aion: I still am. Sheepy: Aion:.... Sheepy: Aion: *He once again puts on his cool, aloof air* The dark sun god will consider it, Rodent! Arsé-kun: Minato: .... .... *he grabs Yu's shirt collar and tugs it down. Get down here, you asshole* Sheepy: Yu: ? Arsé-kun: Minato: *he lowers his voice* I'm gonna eye 'em. Sheepy: Yu: ...OK. Arsé-kun: *Minato does so. He looks at Aion. Nothing. Looks to Adam and raises his eyebrows. Looks to Fran and Impey, then decides THAT IS ENOUGH OF THAT* Arsé-kun: Minato: ..... That was interesting. Sheepy: Yu: Was it? Sheepy: Yu: What'd you learn? Arsé-kun: Minato: That this discussion needs to take place upstairs. Sheepy: Yu: That's fine. Arsé-kun: *and so, yu gets dragged upstairs. not to the second floor- to the third* Sheepy: Yu: What's up? Arsé-kun: Minato: How good of hearing do vampires have, again? Sheepy: Yu: ...Vampire? Arsé-kun: Minato: m-hm. Just one. Sheepy: Yu: Which? Arsé-kun: Minato: Redhead. Didn't get any aggression, though. Sheepy: Yu: Hmm. Arsé-kun: Minato: Maybe we should get new references. The vamp one is a couple of years old.. Sheepy: Yu: Good idea. Arsé-kun: Minato: It'd be good for our accuracy. On the other hand.. I'm not exactly sure what I was looking at before that. Sheepy: Yu: What do you mean? Arsé-kun: Minato: It was a mess. Didn't recognize what it was. Sheepy: Yu: Huh. What about the black monster or whatever? Arsé-kun: Minato: Human. Arsé-kun: Minato: ... I'd go take a second look, but.. heepy: Yu: But? Arsé-kun: Minato: Don't feel like splitting my head in two and we don't have the ice for it. I don't think we've had that much ice since the time we had that minifridge with the yuki-onna in it. Sheepy: Yu: That's unfortunate. Arsé-kun: Minato: Isn't it? That was a nice minifridge, too. Sheepy: Yu: It was. Sheepy: Yu: There's something off about the big guy though. Arsé-kun: Minato: Who did you think I was talking about when I said I wasn't sure? Sheepy: Yu: Maybe he's some kind of creature we haven't seen before. Arsé-kun: Minato: We can't just ask. Sheepy: Yu: True. Sheepy: Yu: We could watch from a distance. Arsé-kun: Minato: I hope you don't mean stalking. Sheepy: Yu: No. Sheepy: Yu: He's in the store so it's okay Arsé-kun: Minato: That's still... Sheepy: Yu: He's a customer though. Sheepy: Yu: We need to pay attention to him to serve him. Sheepy: Yu: Although, I doubt he'll order anything. Arsé-kun: Minato: Yeah, you're probably right. Sheepy: Yu: It's worth a shot. Arsé-kun: Minato: M-hm. Arsé-kun: *they go back downstairs* Sheepy: *Crow is babbling on and Aion seems fidgety.* Arsé-kun: *Aion wants to go home probably* Sheepy: Aion:...*that he does. he's keeping a close eye on Adam.* Arsé-kun: *Adam has a bit of interest in Aion, but is keeping to himself.* Sheepy: Aion: *he puts his hand in front of his face* You are a demon like myself, aren't you? Arsé-kun: Adam: I'm not, actually. Sheepy: Aion: ?! Sheepy: Aion: Then, how are you so big? Sheepy: Crow: Sometimes, people are tall. I don't know the secret because milk hasn't helped! Sheepy: Aion: No, Rodent, this is different. Sheepy: Crow: Not really... Arsé-kun: Adam: The best I can offer is being part Dutch and part Norse. Being German does not help, either. Sheepy: Aion: *he appears confused* Sheepy: Aion: What are those? Arsé-kun: *a moment passes where someone could potentially yell "WHAT ARE THOOOOOOOSE?!". No one does* Sheepy: Aion:....??? Sheepy: Crow: They're places with people. Sheepy: Aion: I know that, Rodent. Sheepy: Aion: What is norse? Arsé-kun: Minako: Isn't that kinda both? Sheepy: Aion: The Black Monster wouldn't know, for his memory has been erased of most of his life. Sheepy: Aion: Before bestowing my power upon the Shingancrimsonz, I, the dark sun god, was trapped in a cageof death and despair to supress my powers so I may not unleash my reign of terror upon the world. Sheepy: Aion: Thousands of years were wasted in that jailcell. Sheepy: Aion: The Black Monster broke out of his prison, lacking memories of more than his life in that cage, his powers drained by those who held him hostage. Sheepy: Aion: I am sure I interacted with these "Norse" at a point of time, but the memories of it have been stolen. Arsé-kun: Minako: Does the dark sun god want anything while he's down there? Sheepy: Aion: Hm? ... Sheepy: Aion: Cake. Arsé-kun: Minako: *she disappears into the back. where th cake at* Sheepy: Aion: And you? Sheepy: Aion: You must have a story. Sheepy: Aion: Unless you don't remember it. Arsé-kun: Adam: I do. Sheepy: Aion: I see. Arsé-kun: Adam: Do you know how evil places are always guarded by a large creature of varying attributes? I'm the creature. Sheepy: Aion: ! I understand! Sheepy: Aion: We two have been displaced from our homes, left wanderers! Eternal wanderers! Sheepy: Aion: I understand your pain. Sheepy: Crow: *He appears to be getting fidgety. Perhaps he's feeling left out, or...* Arsé-kun: Minako: I found cake! Who wants some? Sheepy: Aion: *he raises his non-face hand* Sheepy: *Crow doesn't appear too interested, meanwhile, instead focusing his attention on his bottle of milk* Sheepy: *Aion continued to babble on, seemingly enjoying himself. Adam has made a potential friend! Crow, meanwhile, once Aion got started, shut up and kept to himself. His attention was mostly kept on the (quickly emptied) milk bottle he had and fidgeting with the horned skull pendant on his choker. Fission mailed? Perhaps he'll be friendlier next time.* Arsé-kun: Minato: *he drops into a seat next to Crow, sliding him another milk bottle* Why the long face, angel? Sheepy: Crow: *he takes it and opens it* Thanks. I have very mixed feelings. I'm not sure if they're right or wrong. Sheepy: Crow: Certainly, I'm happy that he found someone he's comfortable around, but I can't really relate to what he's saying so I just feel... left out. Arsé-kun: Minato: You don't have to. *he shrugs* I don't. Sheepy: Crow: *he frowns but doesn't comment verbally.* Arsé-kun: *Crow can deal with not being the center of attention for ten fucking minutes* Sheepy: *you clearly dont know crow. im kidding* Arsé-kun: *This is getting boring. You know what it's time for? That's right? Going to characters we haven't even seen before!* Sheepy: Jack: I hope we find ancient jewelry! A lost past! Or just money, that'd be nice too. Arsé-kun: Rupel: I, for one, am particularly hopeful for the jewelry. Sheepy: Jack: We'll just take what we find. Some of it should have value. Arsé-kun: Rupel: And if it goes poorly? Sheepy: Jack: Uh, run? Arsé-kun: Rupel: Steal the entire site? Sheepy: Jack: How? Arsé-kun: Rupel: Didn't get that far. Sheepy: Jack: And what would we even do with it? Arsé-kun: Rupel: Put it where it doesn't belong. Watch news. Profit. Sheepy: Jack: Excellent idea! Arsé-kun: Rupel: Thank you. It'll infuriate our foxy man, too. Sheepy: Jack: Now we just need to come up with the process. Arsé-kun: Rupel: Big shovel machine and a zeppelin. Sheepy: Jack: I've got the latter. Arsé-kun: Rupel: I know the old fart has a diggy thing. Sheepy: Jack: Mhm, although I wouldn't call him that to his face. He can be...scary. Arsé-kun: Rupel: What's he gonna do, kick me into 3017? Sheepy: Jack: Potentially! Sheepy: Jack: And then hurt his back... Arsé-kun: Rupel: Then I'll be stuck. Sheepy: Jack: Exactly. Fox will be ticked too. Arsé-kun: Rupel: Maybe lets not do it. Sheepy: Jack: Let's not. Sheepy: Jack: So we get the digging thing, dig up the place, have the digging thing put it on a platform, and fly off with it after attaching the platform to my airship. Arsé-kun: Rupel: I suppose. Sheepy: Jack: Great! Then let's start with step one. Arsé-kun: Rupel: Getting the thing? Sheepy: Jack: Yes, that's what I mean. Sheepy: Jack: Let's do that. Arsé-kun: Rupel: All right, lets get our power shovel! Sheepy: *The two go to Silver Heart! Who's doing Silver Heart things. Fox is there too but he's flopped on the couch and has a newspaper over his face. What a good secret agent.* Arsé-kun: Rupel: *he beelines for the sofa and sits on Fox while picking up the paper* Did anyone do the crossword for today? Sheepy: Fox: Hrk! *His eyes snap open. That's one way to wake him up. He puts a hand on Rupel's face and pushes him some* Get off! Arsé-kun: Rupel: Ah, you are alive! *he gets off, taking the paper with him* Sheepy: Fox: Why wouldn't I be?! Arsé-kun: Rupel: Who knows?! Sheepy: Fox: Why is your solution to thinking I'm dead sitting on me? Arsé-kun: Rupel: Because in no way would you allow it were you among the living! Sheepy: Fox: So if I was dead for real, you'd just use me as a seat? Arsé-kun: Rupel: Maybe for a few minutes. Sheepy: Fox: Ah, I see. What a terrible ally you are. Sheepy: Fox: Now that I know you have very little concern for my life, I'll make sure not to ever need to rely on you. Arsé-kun: Rupel: Grow a sense of humor. Sheepy: Fox: I have one. Arsé-kun: Rupel: You'd need a circular glass just to see it. It's so tiny... Sheepy: *In the background, Jack is getting the diggy thing but that's unimportant.* Sheepy: Fox: No, you're just not funny. Arsé-kun: Rupel: And you're a hobo Sheepy: Fox: No you aren't. Arsé-kun: Rupel: You're right, I'm Rupel. Sheepy: Fox: How would I feel? Arsé-kun: Rupel: Sad? Sheepy: Fox: Possibly. Sheepy: Fox: You'll twist what I say so there's no point in saying it. Arsé-kun: Rupel: Oh? Sheepy: Fox: As I said, you'll twist it. Sheepy: Fox: *he thinks for a moment on how to word it before speaking up* If you weren't here, I feel as though something would be missing. An unfillable hole. Arsé-kun: Rupel: That's much better than I had anticipated! Sheepy: Fox: And what did you anticipate? Arsé-kun: Rupel: You not caring. Sheepy: Fox: Not caring is the harshest emotion. Arsé-kun: Rupel: I expected the worst. Sheepy: Fox: Why? Arsé-kun: Rupel: So I'm not disappointed. Sheepy: Fox: I could give you the worst if you want Arsé-kun: Rupel: Please don't. Sheepy: Fox: You already expected it so I don't want to let down your expectations. Arsé-kun: Rupel: I don't want it. Sheepy: Fox: Why ask for my opinion if you only want your truth? Arsé-kun: Rupel: I didn't want the worst option, but I expected it so I couldn't be surprised if it was true. It's not, I'm wrong, I'm happy. Arsé-kun: Rupel: You like the sound of that? "I'm wrong?" Bet you do. Sheepy: Fox: You finally admit it about something Sheepy: Fox: How would you feel if I wasn't here? Arsé-kun: Rupel: Lonely. Sheepy: Fox: Lonely? Arsé-kun: Rupel: You're the only one around my age here. Old man Silver's gonna kick it one day, and Jack's probably going to make a solo attempt. Sheepy: Fox: You say the latter like he isn't going to be here anymore. Sheepy: Fox: Do you think Jack would just leave us after a solo attempt? He can't live alone... Arsé-kun: Rupel: Yes, but I still expect it. He'd probably return quickly, but.. Sheepy: Fox: But? Arsé-kun: Rupel: But he'd still be out, and you wouldn't be here. Sheepy: Fox: True. Sheepy: Fox: Then I'll strike you a deal. Sheepy: Fox: I won't leave you if you don't leave me. Arsé-kun: Rupel: Deal. Sheepy: Jack: I've got it ready! Arsé-kun: Rupel: Great! Sheepy: Jack: Now what? Arsé-kun: Rupel: Let us be off, Jack! Sheepy: *They go!* Arsé-kun: *onto the zeppelin, which has a bulldozer in it now. cool* Sheepy: Jack: We're here! Arsé-kun: Rupel: We sure are. Why else would we land..? Sheepy: Jack: Uh..I don't know. Arsé-kun: Rupel: Me neither. Did either of us scope this area out ahead of time? Sheepy: Jack: Nope! Arsé-kun: Rupel: We'll just have to be extra careful. Sheepy: Jack: Mhm, it's probably abandoned. Arsé-kun: Rupel: "Probably" is the keyword. Sheepy: Jack: It slipped my mind, okay? Arsé-kun: Rupel: It's fine. I also did not check. Sheepy: Jack: I have my cards if we're desperate. Arsé-kun: Rupel: I have my cane. We should be fine. Sheepy: Jack: *he gets out of the airship* Arsé-kun: *Rupel follows* Sheepy: Jack: Where to go first.. Arsé-kun: Rupel: Not the lake. It's too late to start carelessly diving in. Sheepy: Jack: Good point. Sheepy: Jack: Let's go that way. *he points* Arsé-kun: Rupel: Sure. Sheepy: *They head in that direction.* Arsé-kun: *in that direction is an abandoned house. It was cleared out, apparently.* Arsé-kun: Rupel: Of course. There must be something of value. Sheepy: *Jack rushes inside!* Arsé-kun: *Rupel follows him in, but not as fast.* Sheepy: Jack: Hmm.......do you see anything of interest? Arsé-kun: Rupel: No. Sheepy: Jack: Darn. Sheepy: Jack: Nor do I. Arsé-kun: Rupel: Perhaps we've been beaten here. Sheepy: Jack: Anything good is probably gone Arsé-kun: Rupel: Yeah... Shall we continue on? Sheepy: Jack: Well, there's no point in giving up! Sure. Arsé-kun: Rupel: Hmmm... Have we checked everything here? Sheepy: Jack: I don't know. We could look over one more time? Arsé-kun: Rupel: Just in case. Sheepy: Jack: Right. Arsé-kun: *Recheck!* Sheepy: *They find a hole!* Arsé-kun: *It is indeed a hole- Covered by a trapdoor, which was covered by a carpet, in the basement. Detail!* Sheepy: Jack: I found a hidden passageway! Arsé-kun: Rupel: Oh? Interesting. Shall we explore it? Sheepy: Jack: Yeah. Arsé-kun: Rupel: *he raises his cane and shifts his grip to the middle of it. At some point during that gesture, it became a flashlight* Great. I'll go first. Sheepy: Jack: I'll follow in case someone tries to jump us. Arsé-kun: Rupel: I hope you follow. I don't intend to go alone. Arsé-kun: *With that, Rupid descends into what appears to be a cave system Hoo boy.* Arsé-kun: Rupel: Interesting.. Sheepy: Jack: What is? Arsé-kun: Rupel: That this is here. I wonder what it leads to. Sheepy: Jack: Maybe a secret base. Arsé-kun: Rupel: We could steal some secrets..! Sheepy: Jack: Yeah! Sheepy: Jack: Or we could steal a map to treasures! Or a super secret weapon. That'd be concerning. Arsé-kun: Rupel: Oooohh.. Sheepy: Jack: ...Ooh, what's over here? Sheepy: *Jack takes a sharp right!* Arsé-kun: Rupel: What's what? *he turns the flashlight in that direction* H-hey, wait! Sheepy: Jack: Just walk faster! Arsé-kun: Rupel: *he breaks into a run to catch up* What?! Sheepy: Jack: My treasure senses are tingling! Arsé-kun: Rupel: Oh? Mine aren't.. Arsé-kun: Rupel: Am I getting old..? Sheepy: Jack: You already are old, old man! Arsé-kun: Rupel: Not as old as Silver! Sheepy: Jack: True. Arsé-kun: Rupel: *he looks around* I don't see anything.. Sheepy: *Jack picks up a notebook on the ground* Sheepy: Jack: This was making my treasure senses tingle! Arsé-kun: Rupel: *he shines the flashlight on it* Do open it. Sheepy: *Jack opens it* Arsé-kun: *it has writing in it. a lot. quality varies. language varies. shitty drawing of a spiked slug varies. like someone used ten pens on that* Sheepy: Jack: Wow! That's good art! Arsé-kun: Rupel: I can't read some of this. Can you understand this page at all? Sheepy: Jack: Ummm...Nope. Arsé-kun: Rupel: A catepillar? I don't know Sheepy: Jack: Oh! Or an alien. Arsé-kun: Rupel: Do aliens even exist? Sheepy: Jack: How could people get abducted by aliens if they don't exist? Arsé-kun: Rupel: Who said they were actually aliens though? Sheepy: Jack: The victims Arsé-kun: Rupel: ok true Sheepy: Jack: Seems like my senses were wrong, unfortunately. Arsé-kun: Rupel: It may be valuable in some regard. Lets hold onto it. Sheepy: Jack: Sure. Now what? Arsé-kun: Rupel: We keep going? Arsé-kun: *they hear voices and stop.* Arsé-kun: Aza: ---Tell me that there was no effort on anyone's part? I had been under the impression Yog had been watching you. Sheepy: Nyar: "Watching" is used very loosely. Sheepy: Nyar: So no, there wasn't. Arsé-kun: Aza: Ah. Not surprising. We only really developed the ability to care for young after watching others do it. Arsé-kun: Rupel: *he backs away to hide. adios* Sheepy: Nyar: You could make up for it. Sheepy: Jack: *he follows Rupel's example* Sheepy: Nyar: But... Now's not the time for that. *he glances around* Where is he anyway? Arsé-kun: Aza: I don't know. You tell me. Sheepy: Nyar: Why would I know? Sheepy: Nyar: You think I've got a slug detector? Arsé-kun: Aza: How should I know...? Sheepy: Nyar: You've interacted with him more than I have.. Sheepy: Nyar: So you'd know better than me. Arsé-kun: Aza: .... ..... *he leans on Nyar* ... Yes..? Arsé-kun: Rupel: ..... *he waits for them to get out of earshot and uncovers the flashlight* What was that all about...? Sheepy: Jack: Seems like they were looking for something... Sheepy: Jack: One of them mentioned a slug...? Arsé-kun: Rupel: Slugs live down here, I guess..? Sheepy: Jack: Maybe, but slugs live above ground, too. Arsé-kun: Rupel: They certainly do. Sheepy: Jack: So why look for them down here? Arsé-kun: Rupel: Rare slug? Sheepy: Jack: Oh....maybe...? Arsé-kun: Rupel: Oh, well. Not our business, unless its super valuable.. Sheepy: Jack: I doubt it.. Arsé-kun: Rupel: ... True. Arsé-kun: *... A light turns on in one of the caverns. It's not the one Nyar and Aza went into, and it's not the way Rupel and Jack came from..* Sheepy: Jack: What's that? Arsé-kun: Rupel: ... I'm not sure. Sheepy: Jack: Should we check it out? Arsé-kun: Rupel: Perhaps. Arsé-kun: *They start going towards The Light. it's pretty.* Sheepy: *It is! That makes Jack more eager to check it out!* Arsé-kun: *As is Rupel, who puts his arm around Jack's shoulder as they approach.* Arsé-kun: *Except, he didn't..? He's holding his cane and the notebook..* Arsé-kun: *But that probably isn't important. The Light is More Important, Jack* Sheepy: Jack: What'd'ya think it is, anyway? *He seems to think that that's Rupel. Also, he approaches the pretty light* Arsé-kun: Rupel: I'm not quite sure.. *he stops and proceeds to look at Jack* Hey, wait! Sheepy: *Jack stops and looks over* Arsé-kun: Rupel: Something's on you! Sheepy: Jack: Wh-what? Where?! Arsé-kun: Rupel: Shoulder! Sheepy: Jack: That wasn't you!? *he looks to his shoulder* Arsé-kun: *the tendril sitting on his shoulder stays put.* Sheepy: *Jack, understandably, screams and tries to get it off* Arsé-kun: *It comes right off and lies on the ground. Maybe it's dead?* Sheepy: *Jack makes a beeline for Rupel* Arsé-kun: *More tendrils extend from the darkness behind The Light, wrapping around Jack's waist and easily lifting him up* Sheepy: *Jack is no longer interested in the light! Struggling is his top priority!* Sheepy: Jack: Get off, get off! Arsé-kun: *It does not Get Off. Instead, it does the next best thing and smacks Jack against a wall* Sheepy: Jack: Ugh! Arsé-kun: *Rupel steps in to help! ... Only for the grounded tendril to grab his ankle and trip him.* Sheepy: Jack: R-Rupel! Arsé-kun: Rupel: I'm fine! *he hurries back to his feet and tries to reach Jack* Sheepy: Nyar:....My, my. You humans reaaaallyy know how to stick your nose where it doesn't belong, don't you? Sheepy: Nyar: *he approaches the scene* Glaaki, drop him. Arsé-kun: *Glaaki does not do this. Glaaki ignores him, in fact* Sheepy: Nyar: You're being a thief, you know. You're giving me a reason to steal from you. Arsé-kun: Glaaki: Y'nw. Y'nyth. Arsé-kun: *They do not let go of Jack still* Arsé-kun: *Meanwhile, Azathoth wanted to interfere and was easily distracted by The Light.* Sheepy: Nyar: My sight, my playthings. Sheepy: Nyar: And I saw them before you did. Sheepy: Nyar: *he looks to Rupel* Get behind me. Sheepy: Nyar: -So if you won't give me that one, you need to give me two of the ones you've infected. They're worth less than the ones you haven't. Sheepy: Nyar: *he steps on Aza's foot. heellooo, wake up!* Arsé-kun: Aza: ...! Arsé-kun: *Rupel goes behind Nyar, albeit warily* Sheepy: *Nyar puffs his chest out some to further emphasize his air of confidence.* Arsé-kun: Glaaki: ... ... nafl-hai. Sheepy: Nyar: Sorry, did I hear that right? Sheepy: Nyar: *his grin widens* You meant "Yes", right? Arsé-kun: Glaaki: Nafl-mg. Azathoth athg k'yarnak phlegeth. Arsé-kun: *being rupel is suffering, meanwhile. HEARING r'lyehian can fuck someone up hard. i think* Sheepy: Nyar: And so when he gives you that information, you'll drop the kid, right? Arsé-kun: Glaaki: nafl-tharanak. Sheepy: Nyar: I only work on contractual deals. Sheepy: Nyar: You either give the kid back and get the information or you don't get the information. Arsé-kun: Glaaki: ... h'-ya-nyth Arsé-kun: Azathoth: ... *he feels like this is the Absolute Worst time to share anything with Glaaki- Specifically that he was going to end the deal, since he no longer needs toxins from Glaaki.* Arsé-kun: *and then he remembered something important. Glaaki is a telepath.* Arsé-kun: *Which means Glaaki heard that. And whatever Nyar is planning, probably? No guarantees there. I doubt it though* Arsé-kun: Aza: ... Uhm. Son, I have news that is bad, and some that is not so bad. Sheepy: Nyar: What is it? Arsé-kun: Aza: ... Well, Glaaki picked up what I wished to tell. Arsé-kun: Aza: ... Which means I no longer need to. However, I do not think Glaaki is particularly approving of my decision. Sheepy: Nyar: *he shrugs* Stinks for Glaaki. Arsé-kun: *and so, Nyar gets grabbed and slammed into the ceiling. eat shit bitch* Sheepy: Nyar: Ugh! Arsé-kun: *and he's dropped to the floor.* Sheepy: *Nyar quickly pulls himself to his feet* Arsé-kun: *... something drips on him* Sheepy: Nyar: *He looks up* Arsé-kun: *the ceiling is leaking... it seems to be plain ol water.* Arsé-kun: *And now, a casual reminder of how gravity works. More water seems to be spilling through that crack..* Sheepy: Nyar: ................. Sheepy: Nyar: *He looks to Glaaki* Arsé-kun: Glaaki: ... *they have noticed it as well* Arsé-kun: Glaaki: ... Uln ya ep-hai. *they start wrapping more tenrils around Jack..* Sheepy: *Jack continues to struggle* Sheepy: Nyar: You mean you're still willing to make a deal? Arsé-kun: Glaaki: Ep-hai. Sheepy: Nyar: ...Fine. Arsé-kun: Glaaki: *they cover Jack's face and at least one of their eyes looks at the ceiling, which is beginning to fail...* Sheepy: Nyar: Isn't it high time you leave? Arsé-kun: Rupel: .. Huh? *he glances up as well* Certainly.. Sheepy: Nyar: And don't you worry about your friend. However, there's always a price to be paid for assistance. Just remember that. Arsé-kun: Rupel: Ehh? Arsé-kun: *And with a thunderous crash, the ceiling gives in, allowing the tunnels to almost instantly flood* Sheepy: Nyar: Oh dear. Arsé-kun: *aza opts to stop existing on this plane.* Sheepy: *Nyar goes octopus mode and escapes* Arsé-kun: *Glaaki turns around and leaves with Jack* Arsé-kun: *Poor Rupel gets swept away* Sheepy: *RIP Rupel* Sheepy: *Later on, Diego is busy taking a walk.* Sheepy: *He is in good health and has moved out of the apartment he temporarily housed in and has been staying in his mansion. With all of the Twilight nonsense being removed from his life, he's had a rather peaceful month.* Arsé-kun: *Good for him!* Sheepy: *Does he see something during his walk?* Arsé-kun: *Probably. He has eyes and generally uses them.* Sheepy: *Okay but I mean plot related* Sheepy: *Like Rupel's existence* Arsé-kun: *well now I don't have to say it* Sheepy: *Diego approaches Rupel. How is he?* Arsé-kun: *The exact opposite of well. He collapsed at some point. Anything else, other than Rupel looking downright ragged, would have to be observed up close* Sheepy: Diego: ...! Sheepy: Diego: Hey! Are you okay?! Arsé-kun: *No reply* Sheepy: *Diego lifts Rupel up and because he's smart rushes to the nearest hospital.* Arsé-kun: *Man with the most common sense of the year award.* Arsé-kun: *Anyway, Rupel is freezing cold. ♪He's still alive but he's barely breathing♪. And not shivering.* Sheepy: Diego: *He busts into the hospital. Blease Diego* -This man needs help! Arsé-kun: *Diego continues to do things Properly. Where was he when everything else was happening?* Sheepy: *Probably just going on a walk or something I dont know* Arsé-kun: *Good point.* Sheepy: *Anyway, Diego sticks around the hospital because he's worried about this stranger he just picked up... ... ... he takes out his phone and goes to text Lupin. Perhaps he'll know something about this?* Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Diego] I'm not busy. What's up? Sheepy: Diego: [text: to Arsene] I'm currently at the hospital and not for myself. Sheepy: Diego: [text: to Arsene] I found a collapsed man who may have been freezing to death. Do you know of anything about this? Is this something that's been going on in one of your cases? Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Diego] Non, and no. Do tell me more, though. Sheepy: Diego: [text: to Arsene] He was barely breathing and cold to the touch. Despite being cold, he wasn't freezing. I was on a walk and found him on the ground, collapsed. I can't think of much else. Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Diego] I suspect foul play. Maybe someone dumped him into the lake? Sheepy: Diego: [text: to Arsene] Good idea. I can ask him once he's awake... Sheepy: Diego: [text: to Arsene] I'll update you when he is. Just stay safe, alright? Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Diego] Of course. You too. Sheepy: Diego: [text: to Arsene] Don't worry about me. I can handle most things. Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Diego] Except not putting the letter Z on everything. Sheepy: Diego: [text: to Arséne] I can.... Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Diego] And my son is friends with aliens. Meanwhile, I'm the king of russia. Sheepy: Diego: [text: to Arséne] :( Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Diego] Only one thing I said there was true. Anyway, I mean it. Stay safe Sheepy: Diego: [text: to Arséne] I will...! Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Diego] Good! Sheepy: *Nyar struts in, looking pleased with himself* Arsé-kun: Arséne: What did you do now. Sheepy: Nyar: My dad acknowledged me. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Good job. How many people died because of it? Sheepy: Nyar: Not because of it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Meanwhile, then. Sheepy: Nyar: No clue. Sheepy: Nyar: A slug kidnapped someone and a guy probably drowned? Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... .... How... Convenient. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Might I ask where? Sheepy: Nyar: *He states the location* Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Diego] wait I'm back, was it by the lake you live closeish to? Sheepy: Diego: [text: to Arséne] Yes. Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Diego] Never mind, I know someone apparently knows. Hold on Arsé-kun: Arséne: They survived, Nyar. Sheepy: Nyar: Of course the one stolen by Glaaki did, but I'm kind of surprised about the other guy. Arsé-kun: *in the background is a suddenly concerned randy. carry on* Sheepy: Nyar: But what's important is that my dad acknowledged me. Me! Arsé-kun: Arséne: That's fantastic. Sheepy: Nyar: Isn't it?! Arsé-kun: Arséne: But what happened now? Sheepy: Nyar: We were attending to business and then a kid with a mask got picked up by a slug. Arsé-kun: Arséne: And then..? Sheepy: Nyar: The slug smacked me into the ceiling and water started pooling in. Arsé-kun: Arséne: And someone else was there..? Sheepy: Nyar: Yup. Arsé-kun: Arséne: So, what? They got pushed out of the super secret alien cavern or something? Sheepy: Nyar: Naw, it got flooded, as I said. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I meant by the water pressure. Sheepy: Nyar: I left because there wasn't a reason to stick around. As did Glaaki and my dad. Sheepy: Nyar: So I wasn't paying attention to something as insignificant as them. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Harsh. Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Diego] He was exploring a cavern near the lake and it flooded, I'm told. Sheepy: Diego: [text: to Arséne] So it wasn't an act of violence... Good. Sheepy: Nyar: It's not harsh. Arsé-kun: Arséne: From a human perspective, it's harsh. Sheepy: Nyar: Imagine you're me, the messenger of Azathoth, okay. Sheepy: Nyar: My job is to go around talking to creatures that are so old that they make this Earth look like it's still in its diapers. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I never doubted you. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Instead, I hate how used to this I've become. Sheepy: Nyar: So why would I care about someone I don't know and has no impact on me? Sheepy: Nyar: Really, humans interest me because they're so egotistical and so weak. Sheepy: Nyar: They're greedy, foul creatures. Faceted. Not like us. Sheepy: Nyar: We're all simple idiots who bumble about our lives with little thought to give meaning to our actions. That being said, as much as I find you humans interesting,I'm notgoing to waste my time on ones I don't care about unless it outright benefits me. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Is that where you got egotism from? Sheepy: Nyar: Yes. Sheepy: Nyar: I'm not like them Arsé-kun: Delly: *in the far, far background* he can walk through walls disappear and fly, he's much more unique than the other guy Sheepy: Nyar: He isn't wrong... Sheepy: Nyar:...Mostly. Sheepy: Nyar: Not so sure about the disappearing part. Arsé-kun: Delly: Try harder! Sheepy: Nyar: I could if I was whole. Sheepy: Nyar: But for now all I can do to compensate is use camoflouge. Arsé-kun: Randy: ... *he steps Out* Sheepy: Nyar: Actually, if I was whole, I wouldn't need to rely on you to solve my problems. Speaking of solving my problems ... Arsé-kun: Arséne: Good luck on those. Sheepy: Nyar: Actually, I need help. Arsé-kun: Arséne: From weak humans? What is it? Sheepy: Nyar: As I said, I'm not whole, so I'm stuck relying on you and your friends. Sheepy: Nyar: Don't rub it in any more than it's already been rubbed in. Sheepy: Nyar: I need to take the kid back from Glaaki. Arsé-kun: Randy: *he leans back in* Dibs Sheepy: Nyar: Have fun with that. Arsé-kun: Randy: I won't. *he ducks back out and beelines straight to Sheepy* Hey, do you wanna go rescue a man from a mysterious alien slug? Sheepy: Sheepy: I sure do! Arsé-kun: Randy: Neat. Sheepy: Sheepy: Then let's go. Arsé-kun: Randy: Yes, lets. *he checks his pockets, and removes his cat from one* You can't come. Arsé-kun: *Shaggy meows and trots away. Adventure!* Sheepy: *Sheepy waves to the cat. Bye cat.* Arsé-kun: *goodbye, human* Sheepy: Sheepy: Let me get ready first. Arsé-kun: Randy: Okay. Sheepy: *Sheepy goes to get ready and returns in his Joker outfit* Arsé-kun: Randy: Lookin' cool, Joker. Sheepy: Sheepy: Thanks, I don't try. Arsé-kun: Randy: I know. Sheepy: Sheepy: Now let's go. Arsé-kun: Randy: Hold on. Now I feel like I stand out too much. Sheepy: Sheepy: Okay. Arsé-kun: *Randy exits scene, and returns with a mask of his own. I think he just used rubber bands and paper. Randy.* Sheepy: Sheepy: ....... Sheepy: Sheepy: Um, I'll make one for you later. Arsé-kun: Randy: :') Arsé-kun: *You tried, Randy, but stick to writing.* Sheepy: Sheepy: It looks painful. Arsé-kun: Randy: It's uncomfortable. Sheepy: Sheepy: Don't wear it then. Arsé-kun: Randy: Do you not want me hiding my face like you are? It might get you caught.. Sheepy: Sheepy: Why would it? Arsé-kun: Randy: ... Only being cautious. Sheepy: Sheepy: Well, keep wearing it if you want. Arsé-kun: Randy: ... I'll find something else. Sheepy: Sheepy: Okay. Arsé-kun: *Randy exits and enters multiple times, offering different- and mostly ridiculous- headgear. He's just entered with one of Arséne's spare masks.* Arsé-kun: *... Not being told no, this will be his equipment for tonight.* Sheepy: Sheepy: Let's go. Arsé-kun: *ONE CARTOON BATMAN TIMESKIP SWIRLY SCREEN LATER, SOUND EFFECT INCLUDED* Sheepy: Sheepy: So where is this slug? Arsé-kun: Randy: From what Nyarly said, somewhere in these tunnels.. Sheepy: Sheepy: My guess is that it'll ve in the last place we expect to check... Arsé-kun: Randy: That's a good rule to live by. Arsé-kun: *So they go into the caves. It's wet. The ceiling was somehow repaired. Don't ask questions.* Arsé-kun: *There is a psychic lovecraft slug that can turn people into zombies here, that wants human followers at all times, and it's from space. We don't think too hard about these things too hard* Sheepy: Sheepy: *he seems hesitant...* Arsé-kun: *As does Randy. What if they're captured? What if the kid is already dead? What if they drown? What if they die? What if they go insane? What if...* Arsé-kun: *And that has been your casual reminder that Randy is the most depressed human being on the planet. Maybe not actually, but pretty close. Also anxious.* Sheepy: Sheepy: *He sneaks further in. Where's the slug* Arsé-kun: *Fuck if I know. Probably at the bottom.* Sheepy: *Time to get to the bottom of this mystery. ha. haha* Arsé-kun: *HAAAAAAAAA.* Arsé-kun: *in other news, it smells like shit.* Sheepy: *Sheepy is disgusted by this.* Arsé-kun: *And so is Randy, but bad scents he can deal with. Maybe.* Arsé-kun: *oh and thats a dead body* Sheepy: Sheepy: *OH* Arsé-kun: *it's green and falling apart and occasionally still moving a little. No wonder Glaaki needs replacements so often.* Sheepy: Sheepy: *THAT'S DISGUSTING* Arsé-kun: Randy: ... That poor person. Sheepy: Sheepy: Th...this is messed up... Arsé-kun: Randy: *he nods* Sheepy: Sheepy: ...Let's just...find him... and get out. Arsé-kun: Randy: Y-yes, lets.. Sheepy: *...Eventually they find where Glaaki is I guess?* Sheepy: Sheepy: ....We don't have a plan, do we? Arsé-kun: Randy: Nope. If anything happens, run. Sheepy: Sheepy: *he didn't like that idea.* Arsé-kun: Randy: You're probably faster. Okay, new plan. We go in on a count of three. Sheepy: Sheepy:...Three... Arsé-kun: Randy: .... Lets... Just go. Sheepy: *Sheepy stalks in.* Arsé-kun: *It seems like Glaaki doesn't notice, except one of its eyestalks turn to look at him. Oops. Glaaki definitely noticed* Sheepy: Sheepy: *No point being sneaky now* Hi, Mr. Slug. We came 'cause Nyarly is lazy and pushed his work on us. Arsé-kun: *Glaaki turns another eye towards Sheepy. ...* Sheepy: *Jack hits the third eye as hard as he can!* Arsé-kun: *Glaaki is PROBABLY used to this, but doesn't bother using any other eyes to watch Jack.* Sheepy: Sheepy: *he doesn't appear to notice nor care Jack's actions, who, meanwhile, is slowly staggering away from Glaaki* Is there anything you want in return for letting him go? Arsé-kun: *Sheepy is promptly thrown out. Jack is thrown our directly after. Be goooooone* Sheepy: Sheepy: *he helps support Jack, who's understandably unsteady on his feet* Let's get going, Randy. Arsé-kun: Randy: That went surprisingly well... Oh, yes, lets. Sheepy: *the three exit the tunnels* Arsé-kun: Randy: ... Lets not ever wing it again. Sheepy: Sheepy: Sorry, didn't expect to be seen. Arsé-kun: Randy: It's fine. I expected to be of more use. Sheepy: Sheepy: You were of help though. Arsé-kun: Randy: Moral support..? Sheepy: Sheepy: Mhm. ...Ah, right. Sheepy: Sheepy: I should tell Arséne... but my phone is dead. First thing's first is to bring him to the hospital I think. Sheepy: Jack: Rupel... Sheepy: Sheepy: Eh? Sheepy: Jack: Where's... Rupel? Sheepy: Sheepy: Hospital, where you're going. Sheepy: Jack:.....But.... Arsé-kun: Randy: At least for a little bit. We can claim you were trapped in a cavern, and caused your condition. Arsé-kun: Randy: ... You'll have to lie, though. I don't think I would be able to pull it off. Sheepy: Jack: .... Sheepy: *Jack nods. He doesn't appear to have much to say.* Sheepy: Sheepy: No problem. Arsé-kun: Randy: Thanks.. *he joins in supporting Jack* Sheepy: *Eventually, they get him to the hospital* Sheepy: Diego: *he looks up* Oh, you found his friend.. good. Arsé-kun: Randy: m-hm. Sheepy: *Some [visibly overworked] hospital attendants come and take Jack away* Arsé-kun: Randy: ... I don't like this place much. Sheepy: Sheepy: Why? Arsé-kun: Randy: It gives me a bad feeling. Where's all the staff..? Sheepy: Sheepy: Out because they're sick maybe? Arsé-kun: Randy: I hope so. Sheepy: ?: Actually, they've been disappearing. Maybe dying. Arsé-kun: Randy: That would explain some things. Sheepy: Sheepy: That last part was a joke, right? Sheepy: ?: *His smile would be visible if it weren't for the flu mask, but he doesn't answer Sheepy''s question* Arsé-kun: Randy: ... Most likely not. Considering what we just encountered..? Sheepy: ?: ...You found the one who's causing the disappearance? Sheepy: *His eyes light up, visibly interested. His fists are clenched...* Sheepy: ?: Tell me who they are and I'll cause their disappearance. Arsé-kun: Randy: I can't. It's not safe. Sheepy: ?: I don't care if it's not safe. Arsé-kun: Randy: I cannot allow you. It would lead to a fate worse than death. Sheepy: ?: The people here are my responsibility and I'm useless if I don't deal with the one who's- *he turns his head away and goes into a coughing fit. ... The white flu mask he's wearing is now dyed red...* Arsé-kun: Randy: ... And that will only attract their servants. Sheepy: ?: ... Sheepy: ?: Servants? *he looks back to Randy* Arsé-kun: Randy: ... Yes. *he shakes his head* I truly do not recommend it. Sheepy: ?: ...Whatever. It's not like I'm up to it anyway Sheepy: Sheepy: You've got a little something on your face. Sheepy: ?: You don't look sick. Arsé-kun: Randy: Not physically, in my case. Sheepy: ?: So then you're here for other reasons. Arsé-kun: Randy: We just dropped someone off. Sheepy: ?: ...OK. Arsé-kun: Randy: ... If you wish to assist, though... Do prevent staff from visiting the lake. Sheepy: ?: Sure. Arsé-kun: Randy: Thank you. Perhaps try to get the area well lit. Sheepy: ?: It's difficult without much funding. Arsé-kun: Randy: Hm. Sheepy: ?: This place also is just a bad omen. Sheepy: ?: ...Apparently. I don't care about that. Arsé-kun: Randy: I can understand why. Sheepy: ?: It's understaffed and underfunded, which leads to people avoiding it and crime, which leads to loss of staff and funding. Sheepy: ?: ...Maybe not crime. Sheepy: ?: But the disappearances count as crime. Arsé-kun: Randy: I'll have this detective assistant put a few words in. Sheepy: Sheepy: Death is bad. Arsé-kun: Randy: Thanks, Sheepy. Super. Sheepy: Sheepy: Don't worry about it too much Sheepy: ?: I'm not worrying. Arsé-kun: Randy: Good, good.. Sheepy: Sheepy: As for the whole lack of staff and funding, if Watson mentions this place in one of his books, wouldn't it raise interest? Sheepy: ?: ...Oh, him. *a look of disgust spreads on his face* Every time I've had the misfortune of dealing with him it's always about how serious my condition is and how I need to- *he goes into a hacking fit* Arsé-kun: Randy: ... That is the exact opposite of what we want, Sheepy. Considering there is a cult as well as.... It, down there. Sheepy: Sheepy: Ooohh... true, but... Sheepy: Sheepy: People still need a good hospital to go to... Sheepy: ?: It's a fine hospital. I'm stationed here. I know. Sheepy: ?: You wouldn't know because you probably haven't been here before. Arsé-kun: Randy: Oh, we have. Sheepy: ?: ...I haven't seen you around. Arsé-kun: Randy: And I have not seen you. It doesn't change anything. Sheepy: ?: *cough* I'm here all the time. *he's eyeing Randy suspiciously...* Arsé-kun: Randy: That does not mean you are in the exact same place I would be, though. Sheepy: ?: You've got a point. Sheepy: ?: But it's still my duty to make sure you aren't related to the disappearances past knowing the perpetrator. Arsé-kun: Randy: I am not. Sheepy: ?: I'll believe you. Just don't do anything to make me shake that belief. Arsé-kun: Randy: I won't. Sheepy: ?: Isn't there anything you can do about the perpetrator? I'm not a patient but I'd still rather not let this place stay threatened. Arsé-kun: Randy: We can give it a shot, but no guarantees. Sheepy: ?: Good. Arsé-kun: Watson: ... *he wisely does not get involved. He has better things to be doing than chasing the fucking samurai wannabe around* Sheepy: ?: *he looks to Watson* ...Ah, you. Sheepy: ?: ... ... *he goes to say something before going into a coughing fit briefly. if you were curious how he's doing, Watson: that's your answer* Arsé-kun: Watson: ... Mask is on? Then I will not complain. Sheepy: ?: I haven't improved at all. *he huffs, irritated* Arsé-kun: Watson: It's almost like you refuse to take your medication. Sheepy: ?: I don't like the taste of it...! Arsé-kun: Watson: Okita, I swear to god. Once you're cured, you won't have to taste it ever again. Sheepy: Okita: It's so bitter... Arsé-kun: Watson: So are my feelings about the matter. Sheepy: Sheepy: Watson is here! I have someone to who I can have an intelligent conversation with now. Sheepy: Okita: Bitter means it's poisonous. Sheepy: Okita: My body knows what's up. My taste buds say it's bad so it's bad. Arsé-kun: Watson: You said the same thing about dark chocolate. Sheepy: Okita: Dark chocolate is disgusting! Arsé-kun: Watson: Point made. Sheepy: Sheepy: Nevermind, I don't think you're capable of intelligent conversation anymore. Arsé-kun: Watson: It was not my personal opinion. Sheepy: Sheepy: Then what is your opinion? Arsé-kun: Watson: irrelevant. Sheepy: Sheepy: Awww... Sheepy: Okita: You actually bond with your patients past nagging them to take their medicine? Arsé-kun: Watson: Surprising, isn't it? Arsé-kun: *randy, going to find the bathroom in the background,* Sheepy: Sheepy: I'm not his patient. He's my uncle. Arsé-kun: Watson: ...! Arsé-kun: Watson: ... Hey, wait a moment! You still are. Sheepy: Sheepy: Okay, then I'm not just your patient. Sheepy: Okita:...Uncle? Arsé-kun: Watson: A... Apparently? *he seems just as confused as Okita* Sheepy: Sheepy: When Iris says this stuff it's considered normal but when I say the same thing from the bottom of my heart it's considered weird and a source of distraught. Arsé-kun: Watson: It did startle me, I will admit. Speaking of being a patient, I haven't checked that old wound of yours for a while. Sheepy: Sheepy: Go ahead, I don't care. Arsé-kun: *And so, Watson does* Sheepy: Sheepy: How does it look? Arsé-kun: Watson: It healed well. Sheepy: Sheepy: Well, that's good. Arsé-kun: Watson: ... Didn't think I was looking, Okita? Don't sit on the floor. It's filthy. Sheepy: Okita:...I'm tired, I'll sit where I please. Arsé-kun: Watson: You'll get the floor sick at this rate. Sheepy: Okita: Floors don't have feelings. Arsé-kun: Watson: Or the ability to fall ill. sheep: Okita: *he hesitantly pulls himself into a chair, grimacing* sheep: Okita: *he coughs and mumbles something along the lines of, "I’ll kill this cold"...* sheep: Sheepy: Pretty sure you don’t have a cold. sheep: Okita: Kids really like to stick their noses where they don’t belong, huh? sheep: Sheepy: First, I’m probably as old as you are. Second, from all things I’ve seen thus far, I at least act like an adult because I don’t turn my nose up at medicine that could save my life purely over its taste. not sheep: Okita: *he huffs but otherwise doesn’t respond* Arsé-kun: Randy: *this is what he came back to* ... So anyway..! Sheep: Sheepy: Randy, breaking up heated debates is no fun. Arsé-kun: Randy: I don't mean to interrupt. I'm rather lost now. Sheep: Sheepy: This guy is calling tuberculosis a cold. Sheep: Sheepy: I corrected him and he didn’t appreciate it. Sheep: Okita: Tuberculosis is fatal. I’m not dead. It’s a cold. Sheep: Okita: Even if it were tuberculosis, the medicine that keeps being shoved at me is bitter snakeoil and isn’t going to cure the incurable. Arsé-kun: Watson: But it can be... Sheep: Okita: The medicine didn’t help the time I took it. If it was tuberculosis it would’ve since it’s medicine for tuberculosis. Arsé-kun: Watson: It doesn't work if you only take it once! Sheepy: Okita: Why not? Arsé-kun: Watson: Because that's not how medication works..! Sheepy: Okita: Nobody told me this. Arsé-kun: Watson: I've told you this before.. Sheepy: Okita: Then why don't I remember? Arsé-kun: Watson: How should I know? Sheepy: Okita: *cough, cough* The days and nights mix together. Arsé-kun: Watson: Speaking of Nights, it's starting to get a tad late. Sheepy: Sheepy: Oh, you're right. Arsé-kun: Watson: You two get going. Unless you'd like to wait a bit for me. Sheepy: Sheepy: I want to wait for you. Arsé-kun: Watson: Then find somewhere to sit down. As for you, Okita.. Back upstairs with you. Sheepy: Okita: Why? Arsé-kun: Watson: Because you need to eat something. When was the last time you ate? Sheepy: Okita:........ Sheepy: Okita: ............. Sheepy: Okita: I'm not hungry. Arsé-kun: Watson: Load of shit. Lets go, before I get you a wheelchair. Sheepy: Okita: *he stands* I don't need one. Arsé-kun: Watson: I'm glad to see that. Sheepy: Okita: I wouldn't sit in one anyway. Arsé-kun: Watson: So you say. Sheepy: Okita: What evidence do you have that I would? Arsé-kun: Watson: Necessity. Sheepy: Okita:...Sure. Sheepy: Okita: I'm going now. I haven't had an appetite all day. I still don't. Sheepy: Okita: The food they give us tastes like nothing. Arsé-kun: Watson: ... Don't tell the nurses I gave you this. *he hands Okita MONEY* Go buy yourself something decent for once. Sheepy: Okita:...?! Sheepy: Okita: I can have this? Arsé-kun: Watson: Yes. You're not going to improve much if you're only given the same thing, day in and day out. Sheepy: Okita: *cough, cough* ...I really don't know what I want...I'm not that hungry... Arsé-kun: Watson: Please eat something. Even if it's junk. Sheepy: *Sheepy plops down in a seat* Arsé-kun: Randy: *he follows suit* Today was... Something. Sheepy: Sheepy: Tiring. Arsé-kun: Randy: Exhausting. Sheepy: Sheepy: Stressful. Arsé-kun: Randy: Yes, that's the word. Sheepy: Sheepy: I hope the guy we rescued is okay, though. Arsé-kun: Randy: As do I. Arsé-kun: *meanwhile, somewhere more well lit, and neater, and generally better. maybe* Sheepy: *Rupel receives a phone call!* Arsé-kun: Rupel: ... *he groans and reaches for his phone. Answers it* Bonjour..? Sheepy: Fox: Rupel! Where are you?! Arsé-kun: Rupel: ... Hm..? Sheepy: Fox: You've been gone for a long time! Arsé-kun: Rupel: .... Huh? Wait, what? *he sits up and looks around* Eh?? Sheepy: Fox: You've been gone for a while. Arsé-kun: Rupel: I heard you the first time... I'm just not sure how I got here. Sheepy: Fox: "Here"? Arsé-kun: Rupel: Uh.. Yeah. I forgot the word for it... Big health place. Sheepy: Fox: Hospital?! Arsé-kun: Rupel: Yes, that. How did I get here...? Sheepy: Fox: I don't know but I'm coming to get you. Is Jack with you? Arsé-kun: Rupel: I don't know... Sheepy: Fox:...Don't worry about it. Just stay put. Arsé-kun: Rupel: Uh. Okay. Sheepy: *Fox rushes over to the hospital!* Arsé-kun: *Rupel stays where he is. He's not entirely sure what happened.. He recalls the flood. That must be why he's here. He doesn't recall what happened to Jack, though, and calls him up* Sheepy: *Jack is probably still conked out...* Arsé-kun: Rupel: ... *he doesn't try again. Instead, he realizes he lost his hat. A shame.* Sheepy: *Fox arrives at the hospital!* Sheepy: *But has no clue where Rupel is. Meanwhile, Okita is actually eating (and took his medicine), but that's unimportant.* Arsé-kun: *It is a christmas miracle* Arsé-kun: *Anyway. Fox, you gonna go in the dark and scary hospital?* Sheepy: *He goes in!* Arsé-kun: Watson: ...? Sheepy: Fox: Is my friend here? Arsé-kun: Watson: There is a possibility. Who are they? Sheepy: Fox: One's named Jack Jones and he wouldn't reply to his phone at all. The other one confirmed that he was in the hospital. His name is Rupel and he has long, purple hair and wears fancy clothes. Sheepy: Diego: Actually, I brought him here because he was collapsed... Arsé-kun: Watson: Both are here, definitely. Sheepy: Fox: Where are they? I need to make sure they're okay. Arsé-kun: Watson: Both are upstairs. I'll bring you to them. Sheepy: Fox: Thank you! Arsé-kun: Watson: Quite welcome. Arsé-kun: *So Watson brings Fox to Rupel* Sheepy: Fox: Rupel, why are you here? Arsé-kun: Rupel: ... Fox? I... There was a flood. I made it out, I think.. Sheepy: Fox: Flood?! ...Really, I shouldn't be surprised considering where you were, but... Arsé-kun: Rupel: ... *he glances away.* .. Have you seen Jack yet? Sheepy: Fox: No. Arsé-kun: Rupel: Neither have I.. Sheepy: Fox: The one who showed me to your room said that Jack is here as well. Arsé-kun: Watson: He is. Sheepy: Fox: Is he okay? Arsé-kun: Watson: I believe so. No injuries. Sheepy: Fox: Thank goodness... Arsé-kun: Rupin: That's good.. Sheepy: Fox: I should let you rest. Sheepy: Fox: I'll wait in the lobby for you. Arsé-kun: Rupin: Don't leave me here! Sheepy: Fox: Huh? Arsé-kun: Rupin: I'm coming too..! Sheepy: Fox: Alright. Arsé-kun: *And so, Rupel jumps up to join the party. He's still a bit chilly, so he takes a blanket with him. Best thief* Sheepy: *Fox and Rupel go to the lobby.* Arsé-kun: *no running in the hospital lobby* Arsé-kun: *Watson arrives a bit after them, carrying Jack* Sheepy: Sheepy:....*he looks up* Watson, you shouldn't be doing that. Arsé-kun: Watson: Why not? He's not hurt. Therefore, there's not really a reason to stay. Sheepy: Jack: *he still seems a bit on the disoriented side.* Sheepy: Sheepy: I'm not concerned about him. Sheepy: Sheepy: I mean that you shouldn't be the one carrying him around. Arsé-kun: Watson: Point made and noted. *Fox wins a free Jack. here you go* Sheepy: Fox: Thank you. Sheepy: Fox: We're going now. Arsé-kun: Watson: That's fine. Stay safe. Sheepy: Sheepy: We'll leave when you go, Watson. Arsé-kun: Watson: ... I was going to stay put because no one else did. Sheepy: Sheepy: We'll stay with you. Arsé-kun: Watson: If you'd like. Sheepy: Sheepy: Yeah. Arsé-kun: *A wild timeskip appeared* Sheepy: *The three eventually return home, Sheepy never having contacted Arséne that he was okay...* Arsé-kun: *Which means that Arséne is at his desk, trying Not To Worry. Failed step one.* Arsé-kun: *Step two was to Not Rush Sheepy on Entry. FAILED STEP TWO* Sheepy: Sheepy: Woah! What's wrong?? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Where have you been?? I've been trying to call you all morning..! Sheepy: Sheepy: Ah. My phone died. I was at the hospital. Arsé-kun: Watson: And not for himself, either. Sheepy: Sheepy: I was Watson's escort. So was Randy. Arsé-kun: Randy: Randy is going to bed. Sheepy: Sheepy: Sleep well. Arsé-kun: *Randy trudges out, stage right.* Sheepy: Sheepy: We saved him and the slug was nice to me. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Well done. Sheepy: Sheepy: Sorry for worrying you though. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Forgiven. I should be more used to you being out at night. Sheepy: Sheepy: But I should have been back sooner. Sheepy: Tom: *stare* Arsé-kun: Arséne: It happens. Sheepy: Sheepy: I'll try to make sure it doesn't again. Sheepy: Sheepy: I'll keep an eye on my phone. Sheepy: Iris: ...Oh! Daddy's back! *Iris, overjoyed, bounces over to Watson and hugs him.* Arsé-kun: Watson: Hello, Iris! Sheepy: Iris: Hello! Arsé-kun: Watson: Sorry for only getting home now. I had the late shift. Sheepy: Iris: I babysat Holmsies for you. Eventually Herly took over. Sheepy: Iris: It's okay! Sheepy: Harley: Never leave me alone with him ever again. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Someone's being salty this morning. Sheepy: Harley: I'm tired. Sheepy: Harley: He never shut up. Arsé-kun: Watson: It's better than the sad violin. Sheepy: Harley: That's true.... Sheepy: *Speaking of violin, there's the violin. At least it sounds pleasant?* Sheepy: Harley: When you like someone, it's much easier to put up with their shenanigans. Sheepy: Harley: Hence, my difficulty with Sherlock. Sheepy: Sheepy: I can understand that. Sheepy: Sheepy: Just because you're his brother doesn't mean you like him. But... perhaps, it isn't a problem with him but you. Sheepy: Harley: *glare* Sheepy: Sheepy: You blame yourself because of what Sherlock became after his head injury. He has a brilliant mind damaged by a brain injury, causing his clumsy, forgetful nature. All you see in that is your past mistakes and inability to protect him, despite you probably not being at fault. So you convinced yourself that you hate him with a passion. ...But is that fair to him? Is that fair to you? Sheepy: Harley: Who gave you the right to decide my reasons? Sheepy: Sheepy: Juuuust pointing it out~ You can just ignore my input as always, 'cause I'm just an annoying brat. Sheepy: *A smug grin flashes on Sheepy's face. Iris's attention is caught by this. She puts her hands on his face and tries to make it come back. So, the norm.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he returns to his desk and rests his head in his hands. Same old, same old* Arsé-kun: *Meanwhile, in the background, it's cooking with your local neighborhood vampires. Mostly Impey though. Delly can't even reach the counter.* Arsé-kun: *Also meanwhile, Germain is watching out a window, as if he expects something. Or someone. Van is nearby, and about twice as bored* Arsé-kun: *Other things of note: While Sheepy, Watson, and Randy were out, someone finally picked up the Jackson kids. Finally* Sheepy: *The bickering eventually stops. Also, Fran is here to help cook but he's not good at it.* Arsé-kun: *Fran can Learn* Sheepy: *Which he is doing.* Sheepy: *There's a scraping and rattling noise outside.... there's a knocking at the door...* Arsé-kun: Germain: Ah. I'll be going now. *he goes to the door and cracks it open* It's both of you, yes? Sheepy: Hansel: Yes. Arsé-kun: Germain: Back up. I'm coming out there. Sheepy: *Hansel backs up* Arsé-kun: Germain: *he opens the door enough to slip out, and closes it* It's been a while, hasn't it? Sheepy: Hansel: Yes. Sheepy: Hansel: Too long. Arsé-kun: Germain: My apologies. Sheepy: Hansel: Fine. Sheepy: Hansel: It is unfortunate how things turned out. Arsé-kun: Germain: It is. I'd have let you in, except.. Well, you read my message. Sheepy: Hansel: Unfortunately, apologies will fix nothing... according to Guinevere. Arsé-kun: Germain: It's a formality. Sheepy: Hansel: I see. Sheepy: Hansel: How are you? Arsé-kun: Germain: I've been well. Yourself? Sheepy: Hansel: hungry. Arsé-kun: Germain: Other than that. Sheepy: Hansel: I've been myself. Arsé-kun: Germain: Have I missed anything of importance? Sheepy: Hansel: Lady Omnibus has been doubting Nyarlathotep's loyalty, understandably. Sheepy: Hansel: So...the norm. All is well. Arsé-kun: Germain: Nothing has changed. That is good. Sheepy: Hansel: Guinevere baked. I have brought some for you. The mediocre ones were made by me. Sheepy: *Hansel hands Saint baked goods wrapped in fabric to make a bag. I dont know the word* Arsé-kun: Germain: Thank you. Sheepy: Hansel: What is the situation with Twilight? Arsé-kun: Germain: The human experimentation should be stopping, I hear. Sheepy: Hansel: Good. Sheepy: Hansel: Lady Omnibus will be pleased. Arsé-kun: Germain: M-hm. So we no longer have to worry about that. Sheepy: Hansel: Yes. Good. Sheepy: Hansel: Why do you live here? Arsé-kun: Germain: Because Carter's mansion got ransacked. It being his is no secret anymore, so... *he shrugs* It got lonely by myself. Sheepy: Hansel: I see. Sheepy: Hansel: It's been lonely without you. Arsé-kun: Germain: ... *he tips his head to Hansel. He Is Sorry* Sheepy: *Hansel doesn't react to this. He probably doesn't understand it.* Sheepy: Hansel: Guinevere has been out often. Arsé-kun: Germain: ... Has she? *he straightens up* Sheepy: Hansel: Yes. Arsé-kun: Germain: Out working? Sheepy: Hansel: Yes. Arsé-kun: Germain: Hm. Sheepy: Hansel: I am not useful for most missions due to my tendency to leave evidence, but I don't mind. Arsé-kun: Germain: .. And you, Gretel? Arsé-kun: Gretel: *she presents herself from the fork* I don't mind it either! Sheepy: Hansel: We're happy. Sheepy: Hansel: *he looks over to the window and waves. hello. is he that interesting?* Arsé-kun: Germain: *he looks as well* .. ..... I am not even remotely surprised by this. Arsé-kun: *Nobody eavesdropping moves an inch. Iris and Watson are staring. Everyone else is piled on each other like hellhounds waiting to devour raw meat, while heavy metal music plays to incite violence* Sheepy: Hansel: The hate they feel for me slipped my mind. Arsé-kun: Germain: This is precisely why I wished to speak with you out here, and not in there. Sheepy: Hansel: *he looks directly at Watson and Iris* ...I'm sorry. It doesn't lessen my guilt, but I had no choice in the matter. Arsé-kun: Gretel: Neither of us did. Our orders were absolute. Sheepy: Hansel: I tried to find a way out of it... there wasn't one. Arsé-kun: Gretel: It was either do what we did, or let someone else raze the house to the ground. Sheepy: Hansel: In the end... it was two lives or three. I knew this. Sheepy: Hansel: As Gretel mentioned...and considering she was in the house at the time... Arsé-kun: Gretel: We're not children killers. Sheepy: Hansel: Yes. Sheepy: Hansel: We aren't guiltless, but we have no violent motives. It's fine to hate us, but please don't be afraid of us. Sheepy: Nyar: Kid, you failed your mission anyway. You killed the wrong target. Arsé-kun: Gretel: what. Sheepy: Nyar: The baby survived. Arsé-kun: Watson: *he promptly goes and grabs Nyar by the collar* And this is the first time you make mention of it?! Sheepy: Nyar: You really think a mother dying can stop my father from using her unborn child? Sheepy: Nyar: Ah? Oh, you're here. Sheepy: Nyar: I guess it must've slipped my mind. Sheepy: Nyar: Here's the deal. Sheepy: Nyar: Our powers are never positive to humans. Sheepy: Nyar: Yeah, the mother died. Yeah, my dad took the kid. You think he's actually human anymore? Arsé-kun: Watson: Removing a fetus doesn't miraculously change its species, no matter the age. So until proven otherwise? Yes. Sheepy: Nyar: If he was human, he'd be dead. Sheepy: Nyar: You've interacted with him. You don't remember it but you have. Sheepy: Nyar: Hmmm..that's all I'm in the mood for sharing. Figure out the rest yourself. I've got more important things to deal with. Sheepy: Nyar: Anyway, I'd appreciate it if you let go of my collar. Arsé-kun: Watson: Real damn helpful. *but he lets go.* Sheepy: Nyar: You really don't get it, do you? Arsé-kun: Watson: If I did, I wouldn't be asking, would I? Sheepy: Nyar: Information is the strongest weapon you can have. Sheepy: Nyar: Why would I sacrifice what makes me useful when I still need you and your friends to help me just a little more? Arsé-kun: Van: *he levels his shotgun with Nyar's head* Stop talking. Sheepy: Nyar: *he doesn't appear too bothered by it* So, then, that's a no. Unfortunate. Sheepy: Nyar: I don't know anything it seems. Arsé-kun: Germain: *he opens the door* You stop that. Sheepy: Nyar: Saint-Germain. I'm not sacrificing something precious just because someone wants it. I've given enough as it is. Arsé-kun: Germain: Not that. Sheepy: Nyar: What? Arsé-kun: Germain: Van, put that gun down. Nyar, you do know things, but you tend to share them at downright awful times. We've been over this. Sheepy: Nyar: I don't know anything in terms of this topic until I get the help I want. Sheepy: Nyar: Upon being threatened, I understood that there's no way I'll get it, so I'll simply leave it at "I know nothing, nevermind". Sheepy: Nyar: Which is unfortunate, because if I knew something on the topic, I'd certainly release everything. Arsé-kun: Germain: "I only tell things when it's entertaining or necessary". End quotes, you. Sheepy: Nyar: Ah, using it as a negotiation tactic is necessary. Sheepy: Nyar: People don't do anything for free, after all. Arsé-kun: *Gretel just kinda looks at Hansel. This is stuff that is happening* Sheepy: Hansel:....*he mumbles "Im hungry"* Sheepy: Nyar: Anyway, Dearie, help me and I'll reunite your son and you and reveal all of the circumstances, thanks! Sheepy: Nyar: But right now I've got better things to do~ Arsé-kun: *Watson groans. He doesn't turn it down, though* Sheepy: Nyar: But before I go! Sheepy: Nyar: Phil sold his emotions away stupidly along with his ability to lie and while trying to help him I accidentally got stuck serving the one who tricked him. Sheepy: Nyar: She took part of me as well, hence my inability to just deal with my problems myself. Sheepy: Nyar: Also, if you think about it, if I were whole and could deal with everything myself and not need to rely on humans to help me, this whole thinvnever would have happened and you wouldn't have met most of your friends 'cause I'd be working for Twilight and not interacting with you guys at all. Sheepy: Nyar: So! In a way, my mistakes helped many and caused true love to bloom. Surely, a sweet story to throw up about because it's stomach ache inducing sweet. Arsé-kun: Delly: Gross! Now stop saying so many words! Sheepy: Nyar: But, anyway, if you help me, I'll reward you generously for assisting me. OK, I've got to make sure my dad's fine and nor being dumb. That's just how it is, being born with the explicit purpose of serving him. Sheepy: Nyar: Toodles! *Off he goes!* Sheepy: Hansel: I see. He's disloyal. Arsé-kun: Gretel: I hear. Are we going to do anything? Or shall we let this play out? Sheepy: Hansel: Our job is to follow her orders. I don't know. Arsé-kun: Germain: I planned on letting it happen, if it helps any. Sheepy: Hansel: I'm sorry that you've gotten involved in this mess ... ... ...Watt-sen. Arsé-kun: Watson: ... It's fine. I would have been dragged into something equally as ridiculous, I bet. Sheepy: Hansel: Yes. Sheepy: Hansel: Technically. Sheepy: Hansel: There is a possibility that much like with Gretel, Lady Omnibus could bring your wife back. ... But. I wouldn't recommend it unless you're desperate. Arsé-kun: Watson: Don't bother. Sheepy: Hansel: Yes. I understand. Sheepy: Hansel: Because she would force you to inflict the same suffering on others. Sheepy: Hansel: Again. I'm sorry. It's not much, but if you need help, you can call on Gretel and me to protect you unless you are opposing Lady Omnibus in that situation. Arsé-kun: Gretel: And I'm already dead, so I probably can't do much there. Sheepy: Hansel: Yes. Sheepy: Hansel: She is my mother. I can't simply betray her, but I also don't agree with her. Sheepy: Sheepy: I wouldn't want to be the child of a horse-pulled car. Sheepy: Hansel: *he doesn't respond. a brief look of confusion appears on his face but it's quickly replaced by a look of boredom* Arsé-kun: Gretel: huh Sheepy: Sheepy: Those horse-pulled cars from back then were called omnibuses. Arsé-kun: Gretel: oooh! Arsé-kun: Gretel: Hansel. Shall we share what we came across on our way? If we are lucky, the trail remains for us to follow. Sheepy: Hansel: Yes. Sheepy: Hansel: There's a detective, after all. Arsé-kun: Germain: There are multiple. Go on, though. Sheepy: Hansel: We came across a murder, along with a few birds. They ate my bread crumbs.... Arsé-kun: Gretel: All of them? There must be some left.. Sheepy: Hansel: There might be. Sheepy: Sherlock: Murder? Sheepy: Hansel: No, I'm pretty sure they were pigeons. Arsé-kun: Gretel: No crows! Arsé-kun: Germain: No, no, you two. Sheepy: Hansel: What? Arsé-kun: Gretel: The actual murder? Sheepy: Hansel: Yes, an actual murder. Arsé-kun: Germain: Where...? Sheepy: Hansel: Ah, it was this alley with graffiti. Sheepy: Hansel: It was a fresh corpse posed in a way to look what seems to be thr last moments. Very bloody. Arsé-kun: Germain: ... Sherlock? Sheepy: Sherlock: ...... Sheepy: Sherlock: I'll look into it. Sheepy: Sherlock: Watson, you should rest, meanwhile. You worked the night shift last night. Arsé-kun: Watson: ... Oh, fine. Sheep: Sherlock: When you’re feeling more rested up I’ll bring you along. Sheep: Sheepy: I’ve been wondering. Are you two the ones from Hansel and Gretel?? You wandered into the forest because of your stepmom and found a gingerbread house? Sheep: Hansel: Gingerbread... ... ... I’m hungry... Sheep: Sheepy: And then a witch happened and you killed her? Sheep: Hansel: I wonder what Guinevere will cook for dinner... ... *he gives Sheepy a blank look, apparently having snapped out of being hungry* There was no gingerbread house. Sheep: Hansel: Gretel starved to death. I was on the verge of it. Omnibus gave me a second chance at life and granted my wish. She reunited me with Gretel and adopted us. Arsé-kun: Gretel: I'm hungry. Sheepy: Sherlock: *he doesn't seem too interested in this, instead getting ready to go* Arsé-kun: *Meanwhile, Impey's squatting on the roof. Get the fuck down from there. Something has his attention.* Arsé-kun: Impey: .... *he glances up at the sky. It's still broad daylight. He frowns and jumps down to the lawn* Yo, Sherlock, hurry up! Sheepy: Sherlock: Sorry, I'm ready. Arsé-kun: Impey: Neat. I think I've got a handle on where it is. Kinda. Sheepy: Sherlock: Right, I'll follow you. Sheepy: Hansel: We'll come with you. Sheepy: Hansel: We can show you. Arsé-kun: Gretel: Yep. Sheepy: Hansel: *he starts heading to the scene of the crime* Arsé-kun: *Gretel returns to the fork. No one needs to see her floating around* Sheepy: *Sherlock follows Hansel hesitantly* Arsé-kun: Impey: *he strides on ahead, takes a big sniff, and considers leaping a building when he recalls that the rest of the party can't do this* It's, uh, this way, I think. Sheepy: *hansel leads them to an alley. there's a dead body* Arsé-kun: *also knocked over trashcans, graffiti, and is generally a mess.* Sheepy: *And Yusuke, who's trembling, horrified* Arsé-kun: *This is the second time he's been traumatized this year, and this time he got to watch. This is the thing Watson would turn his attention to if he were present.* Sheepy: Sherlock: Hansel. Can you take him back to Watson please? Sheepy: Hansel: *he silently takes Yusuke's hand and begins to lead him back to the office* Sheepy: Sherlock: Tell Watson that he discovered the body. Arsé-kun: Impey: *he wrinkles his face* This paint is fresh, smells awful. Sheepy: Sherlock: Mm. Looks like the victim was making graffiti before being attacked. Sheepy: Sherlock: The graffiti appears to be unfinished. Sheepy: Sherlock: It's possible the murderer painted this, but I'm doubtful due to its unfinished state and the fact that the victim was in this alley in the first place. The paint canister further suggests the victim drew this. Sheepy: Sherlock: This is where the victim died. As you can see, the body wasn't dragged anywhere. Instead, it looks like it was posed to appear as though the victim was begging for his life Sheepy: Sherlock: *he puts his goggles on and hits a switch on the side. A photo pops out of a slot on his bag! He takes pictures from different zoom levels and angles.+ Sheepy: *Hansel, meanwhile, has left with Yusuke.* Arsé-kun: *Impey bends down and inspects the body once Sherlock is done* Sheepy: Sherlock: I'd say the victim was played with before being killed, like a mouse being toyed with by a cat. This is suggested by the small nicks on the victim's face and neck, specifically near the eye. Eventually, the killer grew bored and killed the victim once and for all by slicing their wrist and allowing them to bleed out. This would explain the cut on the victim's wrist that is currently elevated. Arsé-kun: Impey: I'd agree with most of that, but you'd want to lower a limb to make it bleed more. If you raise it up like so, it'd take even longer.. Sheepy: Sherlock: That's a good point. Sheepy: Sherlock: It appears as though the killer tried to recreate the last moments before death... shoddily. Maybe it was the point at which the killer gained the most satisfaction... Sheepy: Sherlock: Was it for enjoyment's sake...? Arsé-kun: Impey: *he shudders* How messed up do you gotta be to enjoy that? Sheepy: Sherlock: I've seen worse. Arsé-kun: Impey: Well of course you have. Sheepy: Sherlock:....There's a word here... Sheepy: Sherlock: By the victim's feet Sheepy: Sherlock: "Longing". Arsé-kun: Impey: What is this, an entry piece for art school?? Sheepy: Sherlock:....! Sheepy: Sherlock: Impey, you genius! Sheepy: Sherlock: That would explain the pose! Arsé-kun: Impey: Huh? ..I mean, I am, aren't I? *he puffs up a little. +2 confidence* Sheepy: Sherlock: So then, our culprit is an artist... or thinks that they are one. Sheepy: Sherlock: And they attacked someone who was drawing...painting? Sheepy: Sherlock:....Jealousy? Opportunity...? Arsé-kun: Impey: Being a nutcase? Sheepy: Sherlock: Possibly... Sheepy: Sherlock: Well, certainly, but that isn't guaranteed to be the motive. Arsé-kun: Impey: Oh, yeah. Maybe it was personal or something. Sheepy: Sherlock: Right. We'll need to ID him, but that's up to the police. Sheepy: Sherlock: For now, I'm going to look around a little more and then I think we should go talk to the one who discovered the body. He seemed to be going through shock, though. Arsé-kun: Impey: What do you mean "shock"? Like, electrical? Sheepy: Sherlock: Emotional. Sheepy: Sherlock: The kid's mother was a victim of another case of mine - a recent one. Sheepy: Sherlock: I ... can't fathom how he feels right now. Arsé-kun: Impey: Probably really bad. Sheepy: Sherlock: Definitely. Sheepy: Sherlock: So in this case if Watson is awake and clear minded I'll ask the witness a few questions. Otherwise, I'll leave him alone until Watson is ready. Sheepy: Sherlock: Also, it'll do him no good to be out here. Arsé-kun: Impey: Yeah. Hope forkguy didn't get himself lost! Sheepy: Sherlock: I don't see any clues, so I think it'd be best if we head back. ...And that too. Arsé-kun: Impey: Righto. You wanna walk back? Sheepy: Sherlock: Yeah. Sheepy: *The two head home!* Sheepy: *Hansel is there and is watching Yusuke silently, leaning on his fork with an absent expression in his eyes.* Arsé-kun: Impey: Lively. Sheepy: Sherlock: What is? Arsé-kun: Impey: *vague gesture. this room. the activity levels!* Sheepy: Sherlock: Ooohhh... Sheepy: Sherlock:....Why is he still here? Sheepy: Hansel: My mission isn't over yet. Sheepy: Sherlock: Mission? Sheepy: Hansel: Is not over. Arsé-kun: Delly: Then get your ass moving! Go, shoo! Sheepy: Hansel: You stated that I must return Yusuke to Watt-sen and tell him that Yusuke saw a dead body. Sheepy: Hansel: However. Sheepy: Hansel: I returned him here, which does not constitute as returning him to Watson. Sheepy: Hansel: Furthermore. Sheepy: Hansel: Lastly... ... my trail has been eaten by birds, so I cannot return home Sheepy: Sherlock: Why don't you just use a map? Sheepy: Hansel:... Sheepy: Hansel: My trail is all I can rely on. Sheepy: Hansel: And... if I return home, Mother will be worried because I did not inform her of my departure. Sheepy: Hansel: Simply, I've been rebellious. Sheepy: Sherlock: Aren't you an adult? Actually, what do you even consider a punishable offense? Your mother is just fine with you murdering people. Sheepy: Hansel: Sometimes when I'm feeling particularly rebellious ... ... Ah, you'll tell her, so perhaps it'd be best not to reveal my dark secrets. Sheepy: Sherlock: I won't. Sheepy: Hansel: You'll tell Saint-Germain then. Arsé-kun: Germain: Or you can say it directly. Sheepy: Hansel:?! Sheepy: Hansel:..Sometimes. Sheepy: Hansel: When I'm feeling particularly rebellious. Sheepy: Hansel: I stay up an hour later than I'm supposed to. Arsé-kun: Germain: ... Is that all? Sheepy: Hansel:...No. Sheepy: Hansel: Sometimes I sleep in later than I'm supposed to. And sometimes I wear my robes in the middle of Summer even though Mother tells me not to. Sometimes I wear my shoes on the wrong feet even though I'm supposed to wear then on very specific feet...or I don't tie them. Sheepy: Hansel: I'm sorry, Saint-Germain. Arsé-kun: Germain: ... ... *try not to laugh. succeed step one* ... Hansel, none of that was awful. Sheepy: Hansel: What? Arsé-kun: Germain: It's not worth getting antsy over. None of that is. Sheepy: Hansel:...I see. Sheepy: Hansel: Why not? Arsé-kun: Germain: It's so.. Mundane. It doesn't harm anyone. Sheepy: Hansel: It doesn't? Arsé-kun: Germain: It doesn't. Sheepy: Hansel: Then why are these rules enforced? Arsé-kun: Germain: Because the last time I asked, you said you were ten years old. Sheepy: Hansel:.. Sheepy: Hansel: I see. Arsé-kun: Delly: Gee, do you? Sheepy: Hansel: Do I what? Arsé-kun: Delly: Do you see? Sheepy: Hansel: See what? Arsé-kun: Delly: You said "I see". Do you? Sheepy: Hansel: I do. Sheepy: Hansel: I see with my eyes. Sheepy: Hansel: How do you see? Arsé-kun: Delly: With my special eyes. Sheepy: Hansel: Where? Where are they? Arsé-kun: Delly: *he points to his face* You tell me! Sheepy: Hansel: ...? Arsé-kun: Delly: .... What do you think?! Sheepy: *Hansel looks to Saint-Germain. Where are the special eyes?* Arsé-kun: Germain: .... Hansel, he just pointed to his own eyes. Sheepy: Hansel: Ah. Arsé-kun: Delly: Woooooooow. Sheepy: Hansel: What? Arsé-kun: Delly: This is why humankind isn't ready for immortality. Humans can't tolerate it. And you're an idiot. Sheepy: Hansel:... Arsé-kun: Gretel: .... Sheepy: Hansel: I see. Sheepy: Hansel: Are you enjoying yourself? Arsé-kun: Delly: Absolutely! Sheepy: Hansel: I would like to ask you something. Sheepy: Hansel: Why do you believe that I am the face of immortality, or that immortality is a good thing? Arsé-kun: Delly: I never said you were. You happen to be one of many that I notice fit the cri.. crit.. fit the damn thing. Didn't say it was good, either! Use your ears better! Sheepy: Hansel: "Humanity isn't fit for immortality". Sheepy: Hansel: It's that statement that reveals everything. Sheepy: Hansel: Lady Guinevere and I never wished for immortality. We wished to save those we could not - those we caused to suffer, to die, from our own clueless actions. Arsé-kun: Delly: You needed help knowin' my eyes are in my head. You're still clueless. Sheepy: Hansel: I did not understand "special eyes". Sheepy: Hansel: And perhaps I'm clueless because all I've learned all my life is how to be a weapon. Sheepy: Hansel: Before judging, consider the other's situations. Arsé-kun: Delly: How am I supposed to know that?? Sheepy: Hansel: If someone is struggling and you make fun of them, they'll give up all together. Sheepy: Hansel: Perhaps you should try clarifying what you mean or not playing mind games with someone who is clearly struggling with things you consider simple. Arsé-kun: Delly: *he considers this.* Sooo.. What you're saying here is you're not a stupid person, just troubled. Sheepy: Hansel: Yes. Arsé-kun: Delly: That'd be nice to know beforehand. *he gives a pointed glare to Germain. Germain ignores him* Sheepy: Hansel: Sorry. I didn't know to tell you. Sheepy: Hansel:....Why are you staring at Saint-Germain? Should I stare as well? Arsé-kun: Delly: I was expecting. A response. From him. About that. Sheepy: Hansel: Ah? Arsé-kun: Germain: ... Delacroix, it's not my place to share the issues of others unless it's of the best interest. Do stop glaring at me as such. Arsé-kun: Delly: Peh. *but he does stop* Sheepy: Hansel: Ah. Sheepy: Hansel: Thank you, Saint-Germain. I overshared. Sheepy: Hansel: My mistake... Arsé-kun: Delly: Oh, I've got an idea. Arsé-kun: Delly: You're a guide when you're not being told to commit homicide, right? Sheepy: Hansel: Yes. Sheepy: Hansel: Why? Sheepy: Hansel: I'm....not told to do it often, as I said, because I leave too much evidence and I mess up. Arsé-kun: Delly: Well, you'd perhaps be of assistance with that job of yours. It wouldn't be weird for you to be bringing someone around. Sheepy: Hansel: What do you mean? Arsé-kun: Delly: I mean, I have somewhere to go, but cannot go myself. Sheepy: Hansel: Where? Arsé-kun: Delly: To my Father's. The journey would be too much for anyone else, and you're not a pussy. Sheepy: Hansel: Where? Arsé-kun: Delly: I can't share that all willy-nilly! Get.. Hold on! *he gets up on a chair, so he can whisper to Hansel. he almost said 'get down here' but that is not Fitting of the Vampire Prince now IS IT* Sheepy: Hansel:? Arsé-kun: *and delly tells him* Sheepy: Hansel: I am unsure if I'll be allowed to... Arsé-kun: Germain: You could excuse it as part of your day-job. Just.. A child asked you to guide them back home, as they've got no trail of their own. Sheepy: Hansel: ... Is that my day job? Arsé-kun: Germain: Well, I suppose so. Sheepy: Hansel: ...I see. If it is my duty, I must do it. Sheepy: Hansel: When? Sheepy: *Sherlock, meanwhile, is pacing back and forth, lost in thought. Harley is pulling a Sherlock and taking a nap in one of the chairs, Wilson on his lap. Nyar hasn't had attention for 0.2 seconds.* Arsé-kun: Germain: ... What, Nyar? What is it you want? Sheepy: Nyar: I don't know, what do you want? Sheepy: Hansel: Why are you here? Sheepy: Nyar: I don't know, why are YOU here?? Sheepy: Hansel: Because- Sheepy: Nyar: I don't actually care, kiddo, don't answer that. Arsé-kun: Germain: Don't do that to Hansel. And I want to know why you're giving me the insulted nightgaunt baby stare from across the room Sheepy: Nyar: Because I'm looonely. Sheepy: Hansel: Why would you ask me a question and then tell me not to answer? Sheepy: Nyar: Here's an idea, kiddo. Sheepy: Hansel: No. Sheepy: Hansel: Mother told me that your words are full of lies and that you're a pathological liar. Sheepy: Hansel: Simply, I can't accept any advice you give or follow any orders you command. Arsé-kun: Germain: I want to know what she's said about me. Sheepy: Hansel: Ah. Sheepy: Hansel: That you are a good apostle, a trustworthy one so long as I analyze your words clearly Sheepy: Hansel: ...But. I trust you fully, no matter your words. Arsé-kun: Germain: ... I hate to break this to you.. But do you think she's honest either? Sheepy: Hansel: What? Sheepy: Hansel: Of course she must be. Arsé-kun: Germain: Are you sure? Sheepy: Hansel: Is there something you know about her? Sheepy: Hansel: She is my mother, so why would she lie to me? Arsé-kun: Germain: ... Because she isn't an honest person. Sheepy: Hansel: What? Arsé-kun: Germain: I already said too much. We don't want her thinking you're up to anything suspicious. Because she would. Sheepy: Hansel: I don't understand. Arsé-kun: Germain: That's fine. Lets leave this matter alone. Sheepy: Hansel: ... Sheepy: Hansel: ...Anyway, I’ll try to bring you there. Sheepy: Hansel: When? Arsé-kun: Delly: How about... Now? Sheepy: Hansel: Fine. Sheepy: Hansel: Come, take my hand. Arsé-kun: Delly: *he makes a face, but does so* Sheepy: *And Hansel leads him to the closet.* Arsé-kun: *Which is hysterical out of context.* Arsé-kun: *and they exit scene with aforementioned closet. ooooooooo magik* Sheepy: Hansel:...? Sheepy: Hansel: It's...big. Sheepy: Hansel: This is it, correct? Arsé-kun: Delly: Yeah! Sheepy: Hansel:.....I'm not confident in my ability to not get lost, so I'll follow you. Sheepy: Hansel: Because I...don't like getting lost. Arsé-kun: Delly: Who does? Weirdos. That's the list. Just weirdos. Sheepy: Hansel: I suppose so... Sheepy: Hansel: So. Lead the way. Arsé-kun: Delly: .... It's a straight line forward. Sheepy: Hansel: So, lead the way. Arsé-kun: *and so, Delly does..?* Sheepy: *Hansel follows, dropping bread crumbs on the ground as he goes.* Arsé-kun: *It's not that close, but they'll get there one day* Sheepy: Hansel:...Why are we here? Arsé-kun: Delly: I wanted to go home. Sheepy: Hansel: Ah... Sheepy: Hansel: I understand. Sheepy: Hansel: Before I can...I must mull over Saint-Germain's words and find my way home. Sheepy: Hansel: He has never lied to me. Sheepy: *The guards are on high alert due to the rattling and scraping noises Hansel's fork is making...* Arsé-kun: Delly: *he raises his voice and* Chucklefucks, open the gate or fight me! Sheepy: *They quickly open the gate* Arsé-kun: Delly: New record! Arsé-kun: Delly: *he looks up at Hansel* Well, you did the guide job thing! Sheepy: Hansel: Yes. Sheepy: Hansel: Do I follow you? Lady Guinevere said not to enter homes unless I have explicit permission from the owner, one of the apostles, or Mother.... Arsé-kun: Delly: No. Go home! Sheepy: Hansel: ... Sheepy: Hansel: Then, how will you get back? Sheepy: Hansel: I've left a trail, but by the time you leave, the birds will have eaten it already. Arsé-kun: Delly: I'm going inside. I don't think I'd need such a thing. Sheepy: Hansel: No, no. Sheepy: Hansel: To the detective's home. Sheepy: Hansel: How will you return? Arsé-kun: Delly: You know? That's a good question. I'll probably just use a damn map! Sheepy: Hansel: ... Sheepy: Hansel: Then. Sheepy: Hansel: I'll return home, but your return won't be as fast as how you got here. Arsé-kun: Delly: No shit. Sheepy: Hansel: And you still want me to go home? Arsé-kun: Delly: You're an adult, you decide! Sheepy: Hansel:.... Sheepy: Hansel: I'll stay here and wait. Sheepy: Hansel: I know very little about you but I don't like the thought of you potentially getting lost on your way back. Sheepy: Hansel:...So. I'm going to wait for you. Right here. Sheepy: *Hansel sits on the ground* Arsé-kun: Delly: Don't do that Sheepy: Hansel: I need to mull over some things before I go home. Sheepy: Hansel: Where do I go, if not the ground? Sheepy: Hansel: Do I have to stand while I wait? Arsé-kun: Delly: Go home!! Sheepy: Hansel: *he frowns and heads off.* Arsé-kun: *adios Hansel* Arsé-kun: *And now, an indeterminate amount of time passes. It's actually like a day.* Sheepy: Sherlock: -Eggs? I don't recall anyone by that name. Sheepy: Sherlock:..Although. Sheepy: Sherlock:.......Eggs... Sheepy: Sherlock: I want Eggs. Arsé-kun: Impey: ... Yeah, me too. Sheepy: Sherlock: Harley may knkw Eggs. Or Iris. Sheepy: Iris: Holmsies, Eggs is Professor Moriarty's son. Eggs Benedict. Sheepy: Sherlock: I'm hungr....Moriarty? Sheepy: Sherlock:... Sheepy: Sherlock:..What were we talking about again? Food? I'm hungry. Arsé-kun: Impey: I agree! C'mon, lets take over the kitchen again. Arsé-kun: *and so, impey and sherlock hijack the entire kitchen. this is normal* Sheepy: Iris: Why do you need Moriarty's son anyway? Sheepy: Harley: I'm pretty sure Mycroft is friends with him. Sheepy: Harley: I could call him for you if you want? Sheepy: Harley: Actually, I should anyway... I haven't checked on him in a while. Arsé-kun: Delly: Because I'm dragging people to an important meeting, and I've been "informed" of his general absence. That's why! Don't ask more questions! Sheepy: Harley: So is that a yes or a no? Arsé-kun: Delly: Yes. Sheepy: Harley: Fine. Arsé-kun: Delly: Fine! Sheepy: Harley: [Text: to Mycroft] ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ Arsé-kun: Mycroft: [text: to Harley] o/ What is it? Sheepy: Harley: [Text: to Mycroft] Delly wants to get into contact with Moriarty's son. Not sure why. (´｀;) ？ Do you know where he is? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: [text: to Harley] In my line of sight, waiting for the copying machine. I'll speak to him when I'm on my luncbhreak. Sheepy: Harley: [Text: to Mycroft] Thank you. (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑ Don't bring it up with Sherlock, though, he's getting upset over the mere mention of him. By upset I mean he just went into the kitchen to avoid the situation. I'm afraid of what will come of it. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: [text: to Harley] 2x noted. Will text back when I have the time. Sheepy: Harley: [Text: to Mycroft] Hope everything goes well. (*^▽^*) Ah, and now that I'm thinking about it, don't ever allow Sherlock into your kitchen. Just...don't. (,,꒪꒫꒪,,) I've seen him do terrible things through the power of science. Things I want to unsee. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: [text: to Harley] 3x noted Sheepy: Harley: He's with Moriarty's son right now and will talk to him later. Arsé-kun: Delly: Fine. Sheepy: Harley: Fine. Sheepy: *Harley goes back to what he was doing.* Sheepy: Iris:...By the way, Delly. Did thd Fork Man threaten you at all? Arsé-kun: Delly: Pffff, him? Threaten anyone? Cute! Sheepy: Iris:?! Arsé-kun: Delly: He acted like a five year old! Sheepy: Iris:... Arsé-kun: Delly: It's like.. Giving an idiot kid a knife and telling them to poke someone. But stupider. Way stupider. Sheepy: Iris:....*She appears frustrated* Sheepy: Iris: But.... Sheepy: Iris: ...So, the actual target was my baby brother and he didn't even really know what he was doing? Sheepy: Harley: Obviously not, considering he stabbed her in the chest. Furthermore, Nyar mentioned that his father somehow salvaged the child, so the assassin couldn't even do that right. Sheepy: Harley: Sherlock and I were hunting for her killer on the side, but now that we've found him... I've got a sense of... Sheepy: Harley:...Disappointment? Arsé-kun: Delly: Lets group thinking. Fork was told to do it by someone else. Lets go beat up his boss! Sheepy: Harley: No. Are you stupid? Arsé-kun: Delly: You got a better idea? Sheepy: Harley: All we can do for now is cooperate with him along with Nyarlathotep and hope that we somehow manage to take the organisations down by... "manipulating" them. Sheepy: Nyar: Woooooow, you reeeaallly think highly of yourself, don't'cha? Arsé-kun: Delly: Woooow, shut up! Nobody asked you! Sheepy: Nyar: Do you hope to get on my good side by being nasty towards me? You humans really are funny. Arsé-kun: Delly: Vam-pi-re! Get it right! Sheepy: Nyar: What's the difference really? Arsé-kun: Delly: A lot! Don't group me in with 'em! Sheepy: Nyar: One's the predator and one's the prey, but the moment we go one level higher, there's barely any difference. Sheepy: Nyar: At that level, they're both playthings. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Stop saying words, the both of you. *here he is, the star of the show! just to drop into his seat and stare* Sheepy: Nyar: Don't order me around. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Please stop, then. Sheepy: Harley: How is it, Lupin? Arsé-kun: Arséne: A mess. A good and awful mess. Sheepy: Harley: How unfortunate. Arsé-kun: Arséne: It'd do you good to help me later today. Sheepy: Harley: He should have considered your feelings more before sticking you with that, but he said it was boring. Sheepy: Harley: What do you mean? Arsé-kun: Arséne: I mean exactly what I said. Sheepy: Harley: Do me good in what respect? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Getting outside without Watson breathing down your neck. Sound good? Sheepy: Harley: It does, but I have a feeling it's not going to be that easy. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Step one: Leave building. Profit instantly. Sheepy: Harley: Just don't be his stand in and we've got a deal. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Deal. Sheepy: Harley: If you nag me about my health I will leave and personally solve the case without your presence. Arsé-kun: Arséne: That's almost tempting. Sheepy: Harley: Don't. Sheepy: Harley: I don't want it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I won't, I won't! Sheepy: Harley: Good. Sheepy: Harley: Let's hope he doesn't decide to follow. Sheepy: Harley: When are you going out? Sheepy: Sheepy: I'm no longer Arsene's assistant so you don't need to worry about me. Sheepy: Harley: I was not referring to you. Arsé-kun: Arséne: :< Sheepy: Harley: I was hoping Watson wouldn't go, not you. Sheepy: Sheepy: What, why are you frowning? Arsé-kun: Arséne: You're still coming with, Sheepy. Why would I not bring you? Sheepy: Sheepy: You have Harley now so you no longer need comic relief. Sheepy: Harley:...What's that supposed to mean? Sheepy: Sheepy: Well, you're such a big joke that none of mine can compare. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Well. Sheepy: Harley: You-! ... *he breathes in. calm down.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: The only currently running joke is his current detective work. The thing even the police are doing more of. Sheepy: Harley: .... Arsé-kun: Arséne: And that's ending when he comes with us. Sheepy: Harley: *he doesn't comment, instead looking away* Arsé-kun: Arséne: A real joke goes like this: Sherlock's cooking. Sheepy: Sheepy: Here's a joke: Arsé-kun: Arséne: The police. Sheepy: Sheepy: Your ability to improve sitiations you just damaged without a second thought. Sheepy: Sheepy: No, wait. Sheepy: Sheepy: That's me. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Stop that. Sheepy: Sheepy: If you kick me in the crotch I'll move out and not come back. Sheepy: Sheepy: Which is not necessarily a threat to you, but it's a threat to Arsene, Sherlock, Watson, and Iris. Arsé-kun: Delly: *he kicks the trashcan* Fight me over it! Sheepy: Sheepy: I can and will do it Arsé-kun: Delly: I'm already kicking your junk! *he kicks the trash again* Sheepy: Sheepy: Wow, that joke was so unfunny that I can't even bring myself to pity laugh. Arsé-kun: Delly: Then shuttup. Sheepy: Sheepy: Okay. Arsé-kun: *then it was awkward for a minute* Sheepy: Sheepy: So, when're you going out? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Eh... Sheepy: Sheepy: Eh? Sheepy: Sheepy: Eh isn't a time. Arsé-kun: Watson: *hello, I exist?* Sheepy: Harley: *He doesn't comment on Watson's existence.* Sheepy: Sheepy: Oh, hi. Arsé-kun: Watson: Hello. The kitchen is toxic again. Sheepy: Harley: Consider it Sherlock's feelings about Moriarty- Sheepy: Sherlock: ? Sheepy: *...Sherlock's got perfectly normal looking food, for once...* Arsé-kun: Delly: He doesn't smell like poison at all! What gives? Sheepy: Harley: Sherlock, what did you do? Sheepy: Sherlock: ? Sheepy: Sherlock: I did something? Arsé-kun: Watson: ? Arsé-kun: Watson: It wasn't him this time. Sheepy: Harley: Ah, of course, you didn't cook that. Sheepy: Sherlock: Yes I did. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Ouais? Sheepy: Sherlock: Of course. Sheepy: Harley: Are you sure? It actually looks like food rather than a science experiment. Arsé-kun: Arséne: But is it edible? heepy: Sherlock: Yes. Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh yeah, what's that smell? Arsé-kun: Watson: Van's cooking. Sheepy: Harley: ...Someone is worse than Sherlock...? Arsé-kun: Watson: Horrifying, I know. Sheepy: Iris: Daddy, can you be poisoned by the smell of bad cooking? I'm worried about Abby. Sheepy: Sheepy: You're the little one, and size is important when it comes to poison. Sheepy: Iris: You're not much taller! Sheepy: Sheepy: Pshh, I'll hit a growth spurt sooner or later and then that won't be true anymore. Sheepy: Iris: You've been saying that for a year now! Sheepy: Sheepy: You have to be patient when it comes to perfection. Arsé-kun: *arsene and herlock exit scene like ninjas* Arsé-kun: Watson: Bad cooking, no, not usually. Whatever just happened doesn't classify under bad cooking. Sheepy: Sherlock: Arsene left you behind, Sheepy. Is Harley well enough to go out? Because he did. Sheepy: Sheepy: I told everyone I'd be replaced and it was taken as self-deprecation. Now it's come true. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he comes back in, picks up Sheepy, and leaves again. ah* Sheepy: Sherlock: Have a safe trip! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Merci! Sheepy: Sherlock: Keep Harley out of trouble. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Absolutely not. I'm not a babysitter. *and he actually leaves* Sheepy: Sheepy: Where are we starting? It's been a day since the crime occurred... and it's not necessarily our job to do anything. Sheepy: Sheepy: Technically, since we don't work for the police, we need to be hired by the police to check into this in order to be legally allowed into the crime scene. Sheepy: Harley: Stop. Arsé-kun: Arséne: If we get yelled at, we mention that Sherlock found the site in the first place. Then we come back later tonight. Arsé-kun: Arséne: And while I'm speaking. Harley, thought you'd be up for banter, didn't mean to be a dick. Sheepy: Harley: Fine. Sheepy: Harley: All you were doing was stating my feelings about the situation. Sheepy: Harley: There's nothing wrong with stating the truth. Sheepy: Sheepy: There's nothing wrong with needing time off to recuperate. Sheepy: Harley: There's something wrong with contributing absolutely nothing with one's existence. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I wouldn't say you were useless. You did things around the house. Sheepy: Harley: I did, yes. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Then you've already done more than half of the household in a week. Sheepy: Sheepy: What's that supposed to mean? Sheepy: Sheepy: I do schoolwork. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I was insulting Impey, for one. Sheepy: Sheepy: Doesn't Impey cook??? Arsé-kun: Arséne: That's the most I've seen him do. Sheepy: Sheepy: ... Now that I think about it? Sheepy: Sheepy: Does Impey even have a job? Sheepy: Sheepy: Does he just bum off of us in exchange for food? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oui, to both. I'll pummel him if he doesn't get back to making us vests. Sheepy: Sheepy: What was Twilight even kidnapping him for? Sheepy: Sheepy: Although, Fran contributes less than Impey... Arsé-kun: Arséne: His armory and building skills, I'd suppose. Not his personality. Sheepy: Sheepy: ...I think. Sheepy: Sheepy: I never see him leave his room.......I doubt he's got a job. Arsé-kun: Arséne: He's a scientist. Sheepy: Sheepy: But scientists work in labs. Sheepy: Sheepy: Is he a freelance scientist? Sheepy: Sheepy: Or is he just a mad scientist with a sweet outside? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Non. I suppose 'alchemist' is a bit closer to truth, but... Now, would you describe him as mad? Sheepy: Sheepy: Yeah. Sheepy: Sheepy: There's a difference between "mad" and "insane". Sheepy: Sheepy: "Mad" kind of implies that they were pushed into their current status, while "insane" means they're naturally like that. Sheepy: Sheepy: "Mad" also implies doing something that they should not be doing - something mankind has not accomplished, but perhaps, it's not our role to accomplish it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: But does he fit either category? That is the main question. Sheepy: Sheepy: Creating artificial life is kinda in the mad scientist category. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Can't deny that. Arsé-kun: *ok enough chat here's the crime scene. stinky* Arsé-kun: *about half an hour later they ACTUALLY get into the crime scene. smart-talking police, throwing sheepy over a fence, the usual moves.* Sheepy: Sheepy: Wow, looks like it was a gruesome death. Arsé-kun: Arséne: From Sherlock's observation, it seems to have been "artistic". *air quotes included* Sheepy: Sheepy: Doesn't look it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: According to the notes.. *which he pulls out* On discovery, there was a title written next to it. I can't read half of this. Sheepy: Harley: *he looks* Arsé-kun: *it's sherlocks handwriting mixed with writing really fast* Sheepy: Harley: Sometimes I think, "Ah, this must be Watson's handwriting. He's a doctor"... Sheepy: Harley: ...But then I remember that Watson's handwriting is actually legibile. Arsé-kun: Arséne: mhm Sheepy: *There's singing.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: Can the police do their job and keep innocents out? Sheepy: Crow: -Crow is here to help!! Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he moves to block the view* No, no they cannot. This is a crime scene. Sheepy: Crow: ? Sheepy: Crow: Why not? Sheepy: Sheepy: Who even let you in? Sheepy: Crow: Let me in? Sheepy: Sheepy: It's really illegal for you to be here! Sheepy: Crow: I've heard mention that my uncle's an attorney so I should be fine? It's for the good of the people to use my angelic powers for justice! Arsé-kun: Arséne: We need a new police force. So badly. Sheepy: Crow: Whaaat??? No! I like them! Sheepy: Crow: I looked into the Sherlock Holmes books but they got really boring fast~ There's no mention of his cat anywhere! But~ The point is! Sheepy: Crow: Nowhere is it mentioned in what I read that he went through detective school! He just decided to be a detective one day, probably! Sheepy: Crow: So following my sense of crimson justice, I will assist you as a detective angel for a day! Sheepy: Crow: By proving my passion for justice, I will prove that I am innocent! Sheepy: Sheepy: That's a logical fallacy. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I've lost IQ. Call me when this makes sense. *he turns around to actually work* Sheepy: Sheepy: ARSENE! You can't leave me with him! Arsé-kun: Arséne: I haven't left. He lives with the witness. Be of use. Sheepy: Crow: ? Arsé-kun: *someone gives crow a short, legal version* Sheepy: Crow: Ooooh! Sheepy: Crow: So find Yusuke and question him! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Too soon. Sheepy: Crow: Why? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Let the licensed professional do that part for us. Sheepy: Crow: fine. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... *he sighs* You still want to come with us? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Sell yourself. What can you do that we cannot? What would make us want you to join us? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Other than what you've already said. You weren't very clear. Sheepy: Crow: Eh? Sell myself? Why would I do that? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Because I'm not convinced that you'd be an asset yet. As far as I'm concerned, you're a curious civvie. Sheepy: Crow: ? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Civilian. Innocent. Etc. Sheepy: Crow: So, you believe me to be innocent! Good, excellent! Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... It's kind of a given. Innocent until proven guilty, after all. *he glances back. harley, sheepy- help* Sheepy: Harley: You're obnoxious. Sheepy: Crow: That means I'm accepted to help, doesn't it? Be ready to see my crimson passion, my cattle! Sheepy: Harley: You're obnoxious. Sheepy: Crow: That means I'm accepted to help, doesn't it? Be ready to see my crimson passion, my cattle! Sheepy: Sheepy: We never said yes... Sheepy: Crow: *He is more focused at looking at the crime scene.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... I suppose we could have a word with his uncle afterwards, to prevent a repeat. Sheepy: Sheepy: You know who he's talking about? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Not a damn clue. Sheepy: Sheepy: Ugh... well, if he drops the guy's name, you can go ahead and do that. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Already intend to. Sheepy: Crow: The artistic passion behind this is overwhelming! Every strike was filled with the creativity of their soul! ... Simply, the killer's someone obsessed with art. Arsé-kun: Arséne: .... You've proven your use. The notes left about it also suggested it had that intent. Sheepy: Crow: Great! Arsé-kun: Arséne: *@sheepy* Also, I told you so. Sheepy: Sheepy: Told me what? Sheepy: Sheepy: Ehhh..right. Arsé-kun: Arséne: .. Nothing has been changed at the crime scene. Hmm. Sheepy: Sheepy: Why would it? Sheepy: *Harley is busy investigating. He sniffs at the title* Sheepy: Harley: Who would name their murder? Sheepy: Crow: Once you give something a name, you give it power. Sheepy: Crow: And so, by naming it, he gave his art piece a personality and identity of its very own! You can see it as: Sheepy: Crow: "This person is incomplete, impure! Ugly and a waste of potential! They don't even deserve their name! However, I will turn them into a masterpiece! I will dye their clothes a crimson red and give them a new, eternal form! With that, they will be given a new name that will make them live on forevermore!" Sheepy: Crow:...And so on. Sheepy: Harley: You are really loud and make no sense. Sheepy: Crow: Well, that's what they were thinking. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I'm not even going to try and translate that. Sheepy: Crow: You don't need to, huh? Because you understand an artist's soul! Sheepy: Sheepy: No, it makes absolutely no sense. Sheepy: Crow: Well that's what they were thinking! Sheepy: Crow: Basically, a name justifies something's existence. It gives it presence. That's why songs, paintings, sculptures, and people all have names. Sheepy: Crow: By stripping away their name and labeling them with a new name, the killer's not only putting their inspiration into their "creation", but they're also showing that they have more authority than their victim or their victim's parents. Sheepy: Crow: Once you give something a name, it also becomes immortalized. Such as! Sheepy: Crow: ...Eh, what's a book's name? One that's beeen around for a while? Sheepy: Crow: Or, even better! The Mona Lisa. Sheepy: Crow: Without a name, how would humanity remember the Mona Lisa? How would it live on in history? Sheepy: Sheepy: Now's not the time for philosophical questions. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oui, merci. Tais-toi. Sheepy: Crow: *He tilts his head* Isn't their motive worth anything to you? Arsé-kun: Arséne: It is, but there was no need for three paragraphs worth of it. Sheepy: Crow: I was telling you what I could tell. Word for word. Sheepy: Crow: It's not right to force your own beliefs about a poetic piece on others! It comes from the heart of the poet! Arsé-kun: Arséne: mmmmmmmhm. Sheepy: Harley: If you're so magical, why don't you just find the killer and be done with it? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Because I've already got a plan for that part. Sheepy: Harley: For which? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Step one: Get forensic results. Step two: Can't say this part with civvies around. Step three: Conveniently jump into an open window and arrest a man. Profit. Sheepy: Harley: Good idea. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Thank you, thank you. I'll take my award now. Sheepy: Crow: *He appears frustrated.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... *he seems to be thinking* Sheepy: Crow: I've given you a lot! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Ah. I've got something. Sheepy: Crow: They're attention seeking, creative in their own mind, and probably takes a while to prepare for their next murder. Arsé-kun: Arséne: You have been very helpful. However, I think from this point on, you'd have the best role in assisting the witness. I believe you know them, after all. Sheepy: Crow: Where can I find Yusuke? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Back at the office. He should be with the Doctor. Sheepy: Crow: I'm going to go see him! Good luck! Sheepy: *Crow runs off, which is incredible considering that he's in 4" heels.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: .... I'm almost jealous. Sheepy: Sheepy: Of what? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Eh? Never mind. Arsé-kun: *and so, we now return back to The Office, our regularly scheduled program* Sheepy: Crow: *He enters, announcing his presence through song* Arsé-kun: Watson: ............ You can knock. Sheepy: Crow: Isn't that boring? Arsé-kun: Watson: Excruciatingly. *he turns his chair back to the laptop* But it needs to be done. Sheepy: Crow: Why? Arsé-kun: Watson: Because it does. Sheepy: Crow: You're like my uncle. He shoots down perfectly good questions with "Because I said so"... Arsé-kun: Watson: There's a proper answer, but I'm a bit busy. Sheepy: Crow: Where's Yusuke? Arsé-kun: Watson: Upstairs. Door with the tape where the knob once was. Knock first. Sheepy: Crow: Aw, okay. *He strolls over to Iris's room and actually knocks.* Sheepy: Iris: Who is it? Sheepy: Crow: It's me, Crow! I'm here for Yusuke! Sheepy: Iris:! *She opens the door* Hello! Sheepy: Crow: Tree!! ... I mean! Adam! Arsé-kun: Adam: Ah. Good afternoon. Sheepy: Yusuke: Crow. You're here. Sheepy: *Yusuke stands and poses...* Sheepy: Crow: Yusuke! *he does the same pose* I, the fallen angel Crow, have come unto you to deliver my assistance! Arsé-kun: Cyan: Nyaa! *she pops up from around Adam and also poses at Crow* Arsé-kun: Cyan: Surprise! Sheepy: Crow: I tried to help solve a murder and they told me to leave. Sheepy: Crow: They said that I made no sense. Uncle solves murders all the time and nobody comments. Sheepy: Crow: What am I doing differently? Arsé-kun: Arséne: That's not what I said at all. *he strolls in, carrying Food* I've also been asked to bring this up. Sheepy: Yusuke:! Sheepy: Yusuke: *he has locked eyes on the food* Sheepy: Crow: It's what the purple guy said! Arsé-kun: Arséne: He's a jerk. Don't let it get to you. *he gives the food to he who is looking at it like a hungry velociraptor* Sheepy: *Yusuke takes a portion and eats.* Sheepy: Crow: Then why work with him if you don't like him? Sheepy: Crow:...And! That doesn't answer why my uncle gets to solve murders. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Because it pays to have different perspectives and because he probably studied really damn hard. Sheepy: Crow: I don't know. Sheepy: Crow: He fell and disappeared. Sheepy: Crow: But I've seen him. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Can I at least get a name? Sheepy: Crow: Barok. Arsé-kun: Arséne: .... N.. Noted. Sheepy: Iris:?! Zieksy's your uncle?! Sheepy: Iris: But he's so pouty all the time! And he always looks angry! Sheepy: Crow: Oh, that sounds like him. Sheepy: Crow: Why do you ask? Sheepy: Crow: Did you want him for something? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Perhaps I do. Sheepy: Crow: So you're going to go see him...? Sheepy: Crow:...Um. I want to see him too. I've tried to get into contact with him. I haven't had much luck. It must be because he's busy. Arsé-kun: Arséne: He seems to be very busy, yes. Sheepy: Crow: How can I get into contact with him? Sheepy: Iris: Sometimes Holmsies and Herly see him. Sheepy: Iris: I think Holmsies annoys him. Sheepy: Sherlock: *sigh* Sheepy: *Sherlock is sitting in the corner nearest to Arsene, pouting* Sheepy: *And moping* Sheepy: Sherlock: I just annoy everyone, don't I? Sheepy: *...When did he get here, anyway?* Arsé-kun: Arséne: You stop that. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he picks up Sherlock. this is normal* I'm stealing this. Sheepy: Sherlock: Do I annoy you? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Of course not. Sheepy: Sherlock: Really? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Ouais. Sheepy: Sherlock: Are you sure? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oui, yes, certainly sure, mon cher. Sheepy: Sherlock: But I'm annoying. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Shut up. *smooch* Sheepy: Harley: It doesn't matter if you're annoying or not, because the people who are annoyed by you aren't worth the time. They've given up trying to relate to you and instead blame you for their own faults. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oh? What's this? You care? Sheepy: Harley: Of course not. Arsé-kun: Arséne: owo Sheepy: Harley: I don't care about anyone. You know this. Arsé-kun: Arséne: OWO Sheepy: Harley: S-stop! Sheepy: Harley: Stop staring at me like that. Sheepy: Harley: It's creeping me out. You're creepy. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oh, I'm creepy? Eh? Sheepy: Harley: Yes. Arsé-kun: Adam: Do this somewhere else please. Sheepy: Harley: Fine. Sheepy: Harley: I only showed up to make sure the witness was safe and secure. Not because Sherlock was upset. I've confirmed the witness is fine so I'm done here anyway. Sheepy: Sherlock: Harley really does hate me... Arsé-kun: Arséne: :I Arsé-kun: *and then adam kicked them out* Sheepy: Sherlock: What did I do to make him hate me? Sheepy: Harley: Stop talking about me like I'm not right here. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Then stop acting like you don't care. At least to him. At least! Sheepy: Harley: I'm not going to fake how I feel. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Stop lying. You're damn awful at it. Sheepy: Harley: Am I? Arsé-kun: Arséne: You are. Sheepy: Harley: If I'm a bad liar, you must be oblivious. Arsé-kun: Arséne: And we're the kings of the arctic. Sheepy: Harley: What do you mean? Arsé-kun: Arséne: I mean, you're full of bs. Sheepy: Harley: I don't understand your point. Arsé-kun: Arséne: You care. We know you do. This isn't the first time we've discussed this. Sheepy: Harley: ....Is that why he keeps trying? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Yes. Why should he stop? Sheepy: Harley: He should stop trying. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Get your head out of your ass. Sheepy: Harley: Or maybe you should stop being oblivious to the truth. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I'd kick your ass if you weren't considered injured. Sheepy: Harley: What would it change? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Nothing. Like your statements! Sheepy: Harley: I'll accept it's not working. Sheepy: Harley: And that's fine. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Great. Sheepy: Harley: Because I always have a backup plan. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Leave the building and I'll keep Wilson for myself. Sheepy: Harley: I'm bringing Wilson with me. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I'll tell Watson. Sheepy: Harley: Tell him all you want, I'm sure he'll understand. Arsé-kun: Watson: Watson is completely unwilling to deal with any of this. *he enters scene with some paperwork, which he smacks Arséne with (he's closest)* You've got work to do. Sheepy: Harley: Fine. I'll work on that and then leave. Sheepy: Sherlock: I don't really get it, what did I do? Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he puts sherlock down, which frees his hands to go onto his face. facepalm x2* He's being distant. You're fine. Sheepy: Sherlock: But why? Arsé-kun: Arséne: If I knew that, I wouldn't be so annoying about it. *and Arséne gets smacked with the papers again* Ow! Why?! Arsé-kun: Watson: One of you take this so I can go on break. Sheepy: Sherlock: *he takes it* Arsé-kun: *And Watson exits scene. Finally, he can eat and take a nap.* Sheepy: Harley: Watson, make sure to eat and drink. Do you need anything- Arsé-kun: Watson: ... No, but I appreciate it. *and he actually exits scene proper* Sheepy: Harley: *watson appreciates him?! he's beaming.* Arsé-kun: *Harley's happy?? A rarity. Look how cyute he is* Sheepy: *He is!* Arsé-kun: *IS GOOD* Arsé-kun: *THEY NOW HAV THE INFORMATION THEY NEED. IT IS TIME TO DO SOMETHING* Sheepy: *They use the info to find.... the killer's house!* Arsé-kun: *Disclaimer: Forensics does not work this way, or any way similar. All issues with that scenario are due to not giving a damn about time constraints. Thank you for your time.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: This it, you think? Sheepy: Sheepy: Yup. Sheepy: Sheepy: It's menacing rnough. Sheepy: Harley:....Hm. Sheepy: Harley: Let's get it over with. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Lets. Sheepy, with me. Sheepy: Sheepy: Sounds good. Sheepy: Harley: And I'll go with Saint-Germain. Arsé-kun: Germain: And I with you. I'm honored to have been chosen for this mission. Sheepy: Harley: Good. Sheepy: Harley: This'll be my last case around here, after all. Arsé-kun: Germain: *he completely disregards all of that* Is there any specific role you need from me? Sheepy: Harley: Just do you. Arsé-kun: Germain: That's doable. Sheepy: Harley: Excellent. Let's get going. Arsé-kun: *and so, the team splits up* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he heads to the backyard, expecting Sheepy to follow* We've got the plan down, yes? Sheepy: Sheepy: Yup. Sheepy: *Sheepy and Arsene presumably head in?* Arsé-kun: *they do head in the back* Sheepy: Sheepy: So we just find evidence. Arsé-kun: Arséne: While they keep the suspect distracted, yes. Sheepy: Sheepy: Let's hope they succeed. Arsé-kun: Arséne: m-hm. Arsé-kun: *And, of course, a few minutes into their Absolutely Legal Search, someone screams. Seems everything is going well, as per usual.* Sheepy: Sheepy: ?! Arsé-kun: Arséne: For the love of..! I'll meet you downstairs! *and he opens the window and leaves that way. is faster* Sheepy: *Sheepy rushes downstairs* Arsé-kun: Germain: This is fine. Do stop screaming. *he's got a knife in his chest. nice, man* Sheepy: Harley: You've been stabbed! Sheepy: Stephano: ...Stabbed? Arsé-kun: Germain: Not again. Are you going to want this knife back? Sheepy: Stephano: ... Sheepy: Stephano:...No, no, you won't do at all. Sheepy: Stephano: You're ugly. Unnatural. Even in the face of death, you feel no fear. Sheepy: Stephano: If I can't bring out your fear...I can't turn you into a masterpiece.... Arsé-kun: Germain: Well, that's certainly a shame. Sheepy: Stephano: What must I do to bring you fear? Sheepy: Harley: Back off or I'll shoot. Sheepy: Stephano: ...*he grins* You have so much potential! Sheepy: Stephano: There's so much disgust and terror on your face! What should I do to you? How should I complete you? Sheepy: Harley: I will shoot! Sheepy: Stephano: You don't have any bullets. Sheepy: Harley:... Arsé-kun: Germain: ..... You're only encouraging him. Can't we settle this over tea? Sheepy: Stephano: You disgust me. Sheepy: Stephano: Your hideousness taints my place of musing. Arsé-kun: Germain: I'd gladly scream for you, but there seems to be a knife in my chest. Sheepy: *Stephano removes the knife* Sheepy: Stephano: You... are like a broken canvas. Sheepy: Stephano: No one loved nor cared for you... Sheepy: Stephano:...So you wore down. Arsé-kun: Germain: I didn't know I signed up for therapy. *he glances down at his wound, which is now allowed to bleed on everything. nice* Sheepy: Stephano: And now that it's finally come time to use you to create a masterpiece, you're too broken. Sheepy: Stephano: I can do nothing with you. Just bleed out, and perhaps I'll use your body for scraps in my next sculpture. Arsé-kun: Germain: Will there be a next? Sheepy: Stephano: Of course. Sheepy: Stephano:...You, my purple-haired model, are my next work in progress. Sheepy: Harley: Tell me. Why did you attack that man in the alleyway? Sheepy: Stephano: I didn't ATTACK them! Sheepy: Stephano: I made them beautiful! Sheepy: Stephano: He doesn't understand that. He tells me not to. But he doesn't get it. Arsé-kun: Germain: That's awfully vague. Who can we thank for the privilege of seeing your artistic visions? Sheepy: Stephano:..... Sheepy: Stephano: He won't let me create art, so you can thank me! Sheepy: Stephano: That director wouldn't know art if it hit him in the face! Sheepy: Stephano: Just because he gave me a place to stay after I was released in exchange for killing those in his way.... doesn't justify his inability to understand beauty! Sheepy: Harley: "Released"? Sheepy: Stephano: My work in progress, I used to be a photographer. But one day...he found me...and opened my eyes. *he tilts his head, causing his hair to move and reveal his right eye is missing* Sheepy: Stephano: And now...I must share his artistic sense with everyone! I can't possibly ever become like him....never, but I can strive to create a masterpiece that he would bat an eye at! Arsé-kun: Germain: ... ..... (I've got the sudden urge to strangle an eldritch being.) Sheepy: Stephano: I will turn you and your friend into the image of inspiration! So he...So the masked man will finally look upon me once more! Arsé-kun: Germain: So what you're saying is you're trying to be noticed by senpai? Sheepy: Stephano: I don't understand what you mean, but you will help me achieve my goal! What he created... was so impressive. Arsé-kun: Germain: ... I'm inclined to agree, presuming I know the one which you speak of. Sheepy: Stephano: You know of him? Sheepy: Stephano: How well? How well? Sheepy: Stephano: I need to see him again! I must learn from him! Become his protege! Arsé-kun: Germain: .... I don't think I wish to answer that question in public. Sheepy: Stephano: How well?! Arsé-kun: Germain: Intimately. Sheepy: Stephano: I need to see him...! Sheepy: Stephano: He must teach me, a lowly artist! Arsé-kun: Germain: Perhaps you should attempt a self-portrait. Sheepy: Stephano: I cannot, since I feel no fear. I will forever be hideous. Arsé-kun: Germain: But you said even hideous things can be part of art. Sheepy: Sheepy: *From behind the nearest door, in Nyar's voice* Before I simply accept you willy-nilly, you need to prove yourself able to follow directions. Sheepy: Stephano: ! Sheepy: Stephano: My teacher! Arsé-kun: Germain: Oh? I didn't think you'd show. Sheepy: Sheepy: For your first act of loyalty, how about you leave my protege alone and walk outside? Sheepy: Stephano: Your protege! So this man is... I apologize, I didn't know. Arsé-kun: Germain: *he grins* Even the hideous are accepted, don't you worry. Sheepy: Stephano: Good, excellent! I will do as told! *..He exits.* Sheepy: Sheepy: *He heads over and pulls the knife out of Sanchan* Arsé-kun: Germain: I didn't even notice it re-entered my torso. Sheepy: Sheepy: Here, now you've got your very own artist-busting tool. *He hands Sanchan the knife* Arsé-kun: Germain: I do hope whatever plan you have will succeed. *he takes the knife* I don't think I can do much more. Sheepy: Sheepy: Is your injury really that bad? I kinda just assumed that you were a weird non-human who can't actually get hurt. Arsé-kun: Germain: Oh, I can absolutely be hurt. *and he sits down on the floor* Arsé-kun: Germain: Y'know how.. Uh.. Cats? Nine lives? I'm like a bunch of cats, sort of human shaped. But not that at all. I'm not any cats. Sheepy: Sheepy: Does that mean I'm supposed to treat this wound? Arsé-kun: Germain: Of course not. You've got better things to be doing. Go help your dad. Sheepy: Harley: S-sorry, I'll help you. I know a little from Watson. Sheepy: *Sheepy goes to find Arsene.* Arsé-kun: *Arséne's just. Lying on the pavement. At least there's no knives* Sheepy: Sheepy: Arsene! Sheepy: *Sheepy rushes over to his side and kneels down* Sheepy: Sheepy: Are you okay?! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oui. He surprised me is all. What the hell happened in there? Sheepy: Sheepy: Saint-Germain got stabbed, Nyar is the cause of him being the way he is and he really wants Nyar to notice him... Sheepy: Sheepy: And Harley seems shaken. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Why can't we have normal cases anymore? Sheepy: Sheepy: Because Nyar. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Dammit. Sheepy: Sheepy: I'm conflicted. I'm happy Iris has made all of these friends, but I really wish none of this nonsense ever happened. ... I guess? Sheepy: Sheepy: Either way, let's try to find where he ran off to. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Right.

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Don't bother who is ignoring you But care for the one who ignore people  for you I laughed and they said, do not you? I cried, they said, do not smile? .. Basmat they said, I saw them I thought they said what was silent .. Silence They said Kalil tongue spoken, they said a lot of words .. Dreamed, they said the cowardly act, even if he was avenging revenge .. Besalt and said to be ashamed of him and was not surprised if they say .. "If the mind was as much as the words of men, then it would have been the greatest of men's minds. If science were as much as keeping matters, the pupil would have been wider than his teacher. , Even if the ignorance on the virtues of the wicked did not have influence, even if the money as much as the mind was the richest people wise, and the poorest people And the most kings and leaders. "Mustafa al-Sibai is a life driven by your mind, much better than a life led by people's words." 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"Abd al-Rahman al-Kawakibi is the telling of nature to us that the mind of man is capable of doubling the rate of his work enormously if he needs to. So, if you want to raise people's reform, keep their minds working. "- Stephen Hawking The rebellious or rebellious man may become a popular hero who is respected by people, but rebellious rebellious women seem abnormal or abnormal. Misleading minds, fixed do not change as well as b For the world, dictators are developing a series of approaches that exclude any portrayal of the world as an issue or problem and focus on showing it in the form of a fixed entity, or as something given, something that people, as mere spectators, must adapt to. People are afraid of the unknown, but ignorance becomes a blessing when knowledge is scary. - Laurel Hamilton I have scars on my hands from touching some people. - Jerome David Salinger The common way people give up their power is to believe they have no power. 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And people are interested in life and I do not see .. The length of life is more than non-stray .. If you lacked ammunition did not find the asset is the best business. Whenever success comes from good planning and constant perseverance coupled with the opportunity, people consider it fortunate. Many people spend a lot of time and effort avoiding problems, rather than trying to solve them. People think that feeling happy is the result of success but the opposite is true. Success is the result of feeling happy. The best people were the minds of those who were not uprooted, and the people brought the answer of those who did not get angry. Do not care about the speed of work, but its quality, because people do not ask you how much you have finished it, but look at its proficiency and quality of manufacture. In the revolution there are two types of people, those who revolutionize and those who benefit from it. Some people see things as they are and wonder why, and others dream of things that have never been and they wonder why not. Make people love you when you leave your position, as they love you when you receive them. More people lie than talk a lot about himself. Most people at power are evil. There is no word in the dictionary of many meanings and varied and contrasted as much as the word I love you .. I almost say that this word has meanings as much as the number of people, ie four thousand million meaning. You have to remember Allaah, it is medicine and you and people, it is a disease. Learn the science and teach people and learn the reverence and tranquility and humbleness to whom you learned from him and to whom you have learned and do not be the greatness of scientists do not Gehlkm knowledge. People loved me who raised me. The stupidest people who wandered in the last trip had a boat house. If people are rich in this world, then hasten with me with Allah, and if they rejoicing in the world, then you will be pleased with Allah, and if they forget their loved ones, then I will make you believe in Allah, and if you know their kings and their kinsfolk and bring them closer to them, they will receive their pride and honor. The happiest people are thinking about the most fun ideas. To say there is a good work of art but not understood by the general public as if we say that there is very good food but most people can not eat it. Whoever thinks that he is ever satisfied, is about to please no one. People in the prowess of the idiot, cheat and decent. If people are asked to delete the words and curiosity of their words, the silence in their councils to replace the speech. Addressing people by their names I think our names are the most beautiful thing you hear our ears address people by their names. 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