#wow….. you hate kazuya?…. what else is new…

[kazooyah]

the new tekken character needs to be someone vehemently anti Heihachi. no more anti Kazuyas, we have enough of those bitches already. we need someone who fucking hates that old bitch so much they do not care when they get hit with the “BUTS IT ALL KAZUYAS FAULT” ray

[geekyjoys]

Japan’s National Catcher, Miyuki Kazuya, Accused of Doping During Recent Baseball Season

Posted seven hours ago - December 1, 20XX - by Japan Professional Sports author Kitamura Kou

Miyuki Kazuya, Yomiuri Giants’ main catcher, and recently promoted Japan Team Captain for the World Cup, stunned the world when he led the Japanese Team to win against the Puerto Rican last season at the World Cup, before losing to the American Representative Team, landing securely in second place. The Yomiuri Giants' orange "Miyuki 22" jersey has been increasing steadily in sales until it peaked as the most-sold official NPB merchandise in a single season. Although still a relative rookie—three years as the starting catcher for the giants, and only six total under the NPB—Miyuki's reputation as the up-and-coming superstar came as no surprise to most avid watchers. Especially because of his skill.

However, it seems some officials have gotten suspicious of his near-perfect gameplay (a 0.402 batting average, 37 home runs, and 98 RBIs all in a single season!). Miyuki is currently being investigated by the NPB for suspicion of the use of PEDs during the recent season, and possibly prior seasons. His managers and the Yomiuri Giants’ have yet to comment on this scandal. However, it has been confirmed by NPB officials that Miyuki has submitted samples to a lab to be tested.

Comments:

baseball-fanatic lol i knew he was too good to be true. how do we know he didn't send in someone else's blood to scam the system?

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miyumiyukazu he’s been playing this good ever since he was in high school??

yomiurimiyuki it literally hasnt even been proven yet, theyre just investigating so stop acting like he's guilty. and there's a thing called DNA in blood that EVERY SINGLE PERSON ON THIS EARTH has unique to them. if he submitted someone else's blood, they'd know

catcherintherye all lies come from SOME place of truth

pitchtomepls that… that doesn’t even make sense...

tigertime stay pressed, hater. peace!! (-3-)

lovekazukun i can’t believe this because remember that one time the team went out drinking at a bar and miyuki only got a soda and waited outside because he can’t stand alcohol or the smell of cigarettes

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baseballislife OMG YES!! during the “team diaries” video last year right?

miyumiyukazu yes!! you expect me to believe miyuki kazuya, the smol-but-tol-and-angry team captain was doping??

npbfollower what i’m more surprised about is the fact that the npb actually started the whole thing. the news didn’t come from an outside leak, npb information spread and went viral.

lovekazukun but he’s the darling of the npb… why would they want to destroy him like that??

meisan because the mlb is offering him bigger contracts once he becomes a free agent next year

101pitching oh yeah next year will be his seventh season and the end of his contract with the giants

pitchtomepls you guys think it’s a warning to miyuki? like they’re blackmailing him not to go?

npbfollower idk but something’s fishy here

meisan the only reason miyuki wants to go is because he wants a new pitcher. he’s said it before in interviews. he wants a real partnership with his battery mate, and he hasn’t found that in japan. not even with narumiya mei (as much as i hate to admit it lol)

pitchtomepls and the npb doesn’t wanna lose their international advertising cash cow to the major leagues. pffft typical.

101pitching if he signs with an MLB team, he's probably going to get a nike or adidas contract but Asics has their claws DEEP in the NPB board so they might've done something here to prevent him from leaving and signing with a rival

miyukikazoo what, ran out of dating scandals to throw at him, so you accuse him of doping??

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miyumiyukazu HAH OH SHIT !!

baseballislife at least it's right after the season, and not during or right before. that way, the scandal can be proven false and he'll have plenty of time to forget

furuyaaasss ikr i was getting so pissed off at the dating scandals,,, like, he's already confirmed he's GAY so stop trying to pair him up with the first actress he greets at a business party

pitchtomepls wowowow we have some shots fired in the area

101pitching wow these insults are almost as sharp as miyuki's would be hahaha

miyukikazoo what can i say, we miyuki stans learned from the best

furuyaaasss ive stanned him since his seido days and his battery with furuya so ive had time to learn lol

tigertime you know what they say, don't mess with a fangirl in a miyuki 22 jersey

anonymousbaseball why did they make kitamura write this shit?? his expertise would be much more useful taking a look at the upcoming college drafts, not this "scandal" or whatever. stop tarnishing his reputation as a credible author.

goldeneaglefan hes just really good, why does that automatically make him suspicious of doping? he had like 50 something career homeruns in HIGH SCHOOL, so 24 in a single season, SIX YEARS after becoming a pro isn't all that surprising tbh

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kazuyaaa thats the truth right here. being naturally good at something DOES NOT make you a cheater

kyotobaby lol what about that one volleyball player who was accused of doping last year?? or the hakone runner?? and weren't they both proven false?? haven't we had enough of these flase allegations by now?

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tosstome you mean kageyama and kurahara? https://vleaguenews.com/kageyama-tobio-doping-scandal-disproven https://collegeathletics.org/hakone-issues-official-apology-to-runner-kurahara-kakeru

sssportsss KAGEYAMA TOBIO DESERVES AN APOLOGY FROM THE V-LEAGUE AND I WANT IT NOW!!

rahrahrakuten welp looks like ill have to find a sports fandom that isnt toxic. anyone have any suggestions?

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npbfollower swimming?

lovekazukun nah dude, matsuoka and nanase (japan's star swimmers rn) are always at each other's throats. it's like they want to kill each other 24/7 and its so horrible

npbfollower please tell me that's a joke. you're joking, right? i might be dense but pls tell me thats a joke

lovekazukun no...? why?

npbfollower sis, they're literally dating. they have been together since like college https://sportsshipping.org/matsuoka-and-nanase-are-official

nautilusshell hopefully he'll be back for the annual college tournament! my brother goes to waseda and he was kind of excited to play against miyuki

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baseballislife yessss its a tradition! and as as the starting catcher, he should be there to scout out potential threats or assets to the giants' team!

nautilusshell he has some say in who the giants sign next, right? as the superstar catcher, i would assume they don't take his opinion on who to sign lightly

baseballislife yeah he does. i've been following some of the college teams not associated with schools and i wanted to see how miyuki would fare against the nagano jets... they have four pitchers currently and are looking for a two new ones ever since the two oldest ones moved on/graduated. one of their pitchers has been giving all the other universities and independent teams some trouble, though...

nautilusshell ah yeah i've heard that! mihashi ren, right? the nagano jets have an impressive lineup this year... kominato haruichi, abe takaya, and then the newcomers, seto, okumura, asada, kuki, yuuki (who is the younger sibling of seido's assistant coach!!)... i wouldn't be surprised if they swept the college series and minor-leagues this year.

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Author’s Note: The NPB actually has a nine-year free agency rule but, for the sake of the story, I’ve cut it down to six years like the MLB.

[musicprincess655]

“So anyway, that’s my story,” Mei said, leaning back. Kazuya blinked at him, eyes wide behind his glasses. “You definitely owe me another drink after all that.”

“That’s…wow, okay.” Kazuya shook his head as if to clear it. “That was a lot.”

“I’m aware,” Mei said, eyeing around the room until he saw a drink he could grab with minimal effort. He walked the three steps he needed to get to it, uncaring of what was actually in the glass. “I talked my throat raw telling you that. Be grateful.”

“I didn’t know about any of this,” Kazuya said. “All I really knew back then was you and Tadano were close.”

“You had your own shit to deal with,” Mei said. He didn’t know exactly how Kazuya had reacted to being thrust into the real world after high school, but considering how adamant he’d been in choosing Seidou over Mei, he had to be pretty attached to that team. Leaving it couldn’t have been easy. “Besides, it’s not like we were ever in the business of talking about things.”

“I guess that’s true,” Kazuya sighed. “Still. Wow.”

“Time for you to pass judgement yet?” Truthfully, Mei wasn’t sure what Kazuya’s reaction was going to be. They’d never had a true heart-to-heart like this before, and neither of them was the type to share what they really felt. They both hid it under a façade, whether it was Kazuya’s sarcasm or Mei’s childish complaints.

“I mean, what you did was terrible,” Kazuya said. “You lied to him for months, and you knew he loved you the whole time. But…I don’t know, I guess I get it.”

“Really.” Mei tried to raise an eyebrow at Kazuya, and failed. The alcohol was hitting his system once again, and his coordination wasn’t what it could be. “You of the shoving people away, you understand me?”

“I shove people away because I don’t want anyone close enough to hurt me,” Kazuya said. “Once they’re close enough to hurt me, shoving away would kind of accomplish that, you know?”

“That’s…actually fair,” Mei said, surprised Kazuya could make sense like this. They were cut from similar cloth, but their individual makes had always seemed too different to Mei for them to really understand each other. He’d never been sure if they were too similar or too different to really get along. Maybe neither of those things were true now.

“Anyway, my point is, you did something shitty, but it might also not be worth beating yourself up over like this,” Kazuya continued. “It was years ago. Even if it’s the worst breakup story I’ve ever heard, shouldn’t you have moved on? Shouldn’t he?”

“Who says I’m beating myself up?” Mei asked. He raised his glass to Kazuya in another mocking toast. “I already told you. I’m celebrating.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, you know.”

“Kazuya, literally all we do is lie to each other,” Mei rolled his eyes. “It’s kind of a big part of our friendship. Speaking of which, why are we friends again?”

“Because no one else would put up with us,” Kazuya said. “And does it really count as lying if both of us know we’re lying?”

“Gonna go with yes on that one,” Mei said. He didn’t really think it was true. He’d never understood why people thought Kazuya was hard to understand. Once he saw that Kazuya’s main goal was to keep people from being able to understand him, everything else made sense.

“You should maybe stop drinking,” Kazuya suggested. “Whatever brought this on aside, you did just win a gold medal. You should be happy about that, at least.”

“What brought this on…” Mei trailed off. For one beautiful, glorious moment, he had been in a perfect battery with Itsuki again, and it had been what he’d been chasing in all those one night stands that never made him feel better for long. “I’m never going to be in a battery with him again.”

“What?”

“This was a once in a lifetime thing, you know?” Mei asked, feeling something that was uncomfortably close to hysterical laughter bubbling in his throat. “He’s not going to come to America, and I’m going back. We probably won’t both be in the next Olympics. There might not even be baseball in the next Olympics. This was the last time I’ll ever be in a battery with him.”

“You’re not about to cry, are you?” Kazuya’s voice had pitched higher in alarm, and Mei wanted to scoff him off, but found he did in fact have tears welling in his eyes.

“Shouldn’t you be used to this?” Mei asked. “You’re with Sawamura, shouldn’t this be a regular thing?”

“I’m used to Eijun, I know what sets him off,” Kazuya said. “I don’t know why you suddenly got so upset.”

“You’re not supposed to be supportive,” Mei complained, shoving at Kazuya’s arm. “That’s not how we work.”

“It could be,” Kazuya suggested quietly. Mei stared at him. “I’m trying out this new thing where I’m not a complete asshole to people I like.”

“I wasn’t aware you liked me at all,” Mei said.

“I don’t hate you,” Kazuya said. “Just because I didn’t want to catch for you in high school, it doesn’t mean I don’t like you.”

“That was probably a good call on your part, anyway,” Mei said. “Can you imagine if we’d been on the same team in high school? We would’ve killed each other.”

“Someone else would’ve stabbed us both to put us out of our misery,” Kazuya agreed. “But for what it’s worth, you didn’t turn into the worst adult. And it’s kind of nice to have someone else who knows about my…arrangement with Sawamura.”

“You can say relationship, there aren’t any paparazzi around,” Mei said. “And don’t think I don’t know you told me because I’m safe enough to tell. You know I like boys too, so it’s mutually assured destruction, and I’m far enough away to cut out of your life if I reacted badly.”

“That’s…a very cynical view of what this was,” Kazuya said.

“It’s not wrong.”

“It’s not.”

“Well, since I didn’t react badly and I’m not cut out of your life,” Mei said. “Any chance you updated to this century and got a phone I can actually message you on?”

“Email isn’t that hard to use,” Kazuya complained, but he pulled out an iPhone that didn’t look like it saw much use. “My old phone died, and they don’t make that model anymore. Kuramochi and Eijun annoyed me into getting this one.”

“Can’t believe it’s possible to annoy you into doing anything,” Mei muttered, swiping Kazuya’s phone and typing his number in. “There. You can use iMessage with me. You should just download LINE and be done with it.”

“I can’t give in on that now, it bothers Kuramochi too much,” Kazuya grinned.

“What happened to you trying to be less of a dick to people you like?”

“Even I have limits.”

Kazuya’s casual mention of emails had given Mei an idea, though. He was pretty sure that even if Itsuki’s number was the same as it had been eight years ago, he wouldn’t be welcome to use it. Itsuki had told him to delete it, after all, and he’d respected that request after a few years of stubbornly leaving it in his phone, but he still remembered it even if it was deleted. Still, texting was immediate, and could be intimate, especially the way they’d done it years ago.

But email? That had a more remote feel, which was why Mei wasn’t all that interested in emailing Kazuya just to talk. It was less personal, somehow, and a lot easier to ignore. If Itsuki wasn’t okay with just talking, maybe this could be something he allowed Mei.

“I’m gonna go talk to him,” Mei said, standing on unsteady legs.

“You’re really drunk,” Kazuya said, standing and steadying Mei with a hand on his arm. “That’s definitely a bad idea.”

“No, it’s fine,” Mei insisted. “I’m not gonna do anything bad.”

“You say that, but you just word vomited the saddest breakup story I’ve ever heard and immediately needed another drink after it, so you might not be the best judge of what you should and shouldn’t do right now,” Kazuya said. “Friends don’t let friends drunk call their exes.”

“Good thing I’m not drunk calling him, then,” Mei said. “Besides, you have bigger problems than me.”

“What?”

“Miyuki Kazuya!” Sawamura draped himself over Kazuya’s shoulders, forcing Kazuya to let Mei go. “We won!”

“I know, idiot, I was there too,” Kazuya said, unbearably fond. Mei used the distraction to escape.

It was almost sad how quickly he found Itsuki in the crowd. He’d been aware of Itsuki all night, and even after his conversation with Kazuya, Mei could still pick out Itsuki’s shoulders immediately.

“Hey.” Itsuki turned with a heartbreakingly familiar grin that faded when he saw it was Mei who had called to him. “Can I talk to you?”

“Yeah.” Itsuki crossed his arms over his chest. “What do you want?”

“Your email.” It clearly wasn’t what Itsuki had been expecting.

“Why?”

“I have some things I want to say to you, and I don’t think you want me to have your number,” Mei said. It seemed like a fairly reasonable request. At least, a few seconds ago he’d thought it would be one Itsuki could say yes to. “You can block me if you want.”

“Why would you ask for my email and then tell me to block you?” Itsuki asked. “What would be the point of that?”

“Who knows?” Mei shrugged. “Maybe I just have some stuff to get off my chest. You can decide whether you wanna look at it.”

Itsuki stared at Mei for such a long, tense moment that Mei was certain he was about to say no. Then he slowly held out his hand.

“What?”

“Your phone, Mei-san.”

“Wait, really?” Mei scrambled to get his phone out of his pocket.

“Don’t get excited, I’ll probably just block you later,” Itsuki said. “But…you’ve been okay, for these past few months. More okay than I expected you to be. You can have my email for that.”

“What, did you expect me to be a monster?” Mei asked, and then very quickly remembered how he’d treated Itsuki in high school. “Don’t answer that.”

He handed over his phone, and Itsuki was careful not to let their fingers touch. Mei let him be careful.

“You’re not gonna send me…I don’t know, terrible stuff, right?” Itsuki asked.

“I really do just wanna get some stuff out there,” Mei said. “Itsu…Tadano, I’m…”

“Don’t,” Itsuki interrupted. “You just get my email. That’s it. You don’t get anything else.”

“Yeah, okay.” Mei figured that was fair. And if he was more sober, he probably wouldn’t have wanted to do this big heavy conversation airing their grievances now either. “I’ll see you, I guess.”

“I doubt it,” Itsuki said. “Have a safe flight back to America. Goodbye, Mei-san.”

Mei wished that felt less final.

“Bye.”

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Princess Principal 3 | Saiyuki Reload Blast 4 | Boku no Hero Academia 30 | Katsugeki 5 | Reflection 2

I’ve been kinda busy lately and there’s been minimal Boueibu news as we gear up for the OVA, but the “Chesarka watches ________” tags are now on this post and should be rolled out to other posts.

Princess Principal 3

Gah? Is this a yuri? Or is it just two girls talking as spies?

I thought we didn’t need this commentary. We had it in ep 1.

Nuwara Eliya appears to be a Sri Lankan tea type.

Okay, there’s a dude dressed like a sailor but wearing goggles. What is this, a flying fishmobile??? (reference to Galilei Donna, which I’ve never seen but I’ve heard of the fish airship)

I’m…not sure what Kalinga tea is. It could be some made-up name for a tea brand or something.

I bet Beatrice’s mechanism will save her…Nope, turns out I was wrong…

Saiyuki 4

The OP blood splatter effect is still fairly tasteless…

The “salmon” joke does kind of work in both English and Japanese, as “salmon” in Japanese is sake.

I think the kon bit of Konzen’s name has something to do with gold, or else his hair colour is an aesthetic choice by Minekura. (Oh? You’re asking me why I know Kazuya Minekura’s name? Well, for one, it’s in the OP, and the second thing is I found an old manga magazine preserved online that talked about her (Animefringe), dated about 2004 at last issue. That’s why it’s interesting to take on Saiyuki Reload Blast from a rookie perspective.)

Well, at least now we understand why Goku can deal with Gojyo and Genzo so much.

I’m not sure if Nataku has been mentioned previously in this series, but hey. Diamond head is probably him.

Well, I guessed right. It really was Nataku.

Can’t throw around the name Son Goku (Sun Wukong) lightly now, kiddo. Saiyuki is based off Journey to the West, and of course Son Goku is the monkey king in that. I’m not completely up to scratch on my Journey to the West mythology though, so here…a link which should detail Goku’s history roughly as it should be. *sighs exasperatedly* I thought I was done with my Chinese studies…

Is it just me, or is this pan starting and stopping?

I’m always one for the bishie fests with a small teasing of yaoi, but no real yaoi. Of course, Saiyuki is perfect for me, ain’t it?

“I’m rowdy down there too.” – Hehehe, LOL.

Otayori? The word these days is tegami, or otegami if you want to be polite, so otayori must be an old term.

…yeah, I don’t get the Urasai.

Boku no Hero Academia 30

Ah, having to live up to expectations. Now there’s something I know well.

Interesting to note Iida’s now taken on a more Midoriya approach to things, including and up to “throwing away his arm”.

Hey wait, the Iida/Stain eyecatch combo happened last ep too. Dangit, recycling.

Shouto’s outfit looks a lot like Endeavour’s. maybe someday I should analyse how Shouto’s becoming more comfortable with being in his father’s shadow…but I guess someone’s already done it, eh?

I guess I should say Endeavour’s blue flame was a type of “boom, headshot!” thing, but…yeah, it doesn’t quite qualify.

Deku talking to Native is just so adorable! It completely sets off my version of the moe radar!

“…if he gets too high…”

So…wow. The hero killer gets done in by his own bones. That’s kinda anticlimactic…

Katsugeki 5

Nobunaga no Shinobi said oodachis can be about 2 metres long…eesh. I’d hate to be on the end of an enemy oodachi…

Ufotable’s visuals look really lifelike, it’s crazy…

Oh…my gosh. Tonbokiri!

Okay, okay. Seriously, are there any Mutsu/Kane-san shippers out there? I thought Horikawa/Kane-san shippers were more common.

Eyyyyyyy! It’s Jiji (Mikazuki)! Jiji’s any Touken Ranbu player’s dream sword, in regards to sword rarity. Dangit, Saniwa, you’re making me jealous.

I’m so worried for Tonbokiri…

Reflection 2

Well, they do call New York “the city that never sleeps”…

Masda (sic) is on one of the boards...chyrons…oh whatever. I don’t really know what to call the electronic screens, aside from that very name.

That cop looks kinda sleepy…(sarcastic->) not.

Okay, if I got this straight…Stan Lee is a psychic bad guy! Hahaha, that’s great!

Uh, hey. This guy with the power of Itsuka Kendou (BnHA)? Isn’t he basically a racist stereotype, if not a cliche? Stan Lee, what are you doing to my anime?

Stan Lee does kabedons. Never thought I’d see the day where that happened.

Here’s Spider-X-on again, LOL. Spider-dude, spider-dude, does whatever a spider-dude can…haha.

I think I saw I-Guy pass a Hard Rock Café as he flew. Stan Lee, please stop infringing on other people’s copyrights.

O-Oh, I never thought this, but if you can get air sickness from planes, why can’t you get it from mechanised suits too? I guess that’s what Stan Lee wants us to think.

So basically Tiger and Bunny: Stan Lee version? Hmph. I’ve read 6 volumes of the T & B manga, so I know most of the drift, but actually getting to see even a cheap version of it feels great.

Ah, I didn’t think they’d control the screens from LA. No wonder I-Guy had the perfect backgrounds.

Seriously, Ian? What’s your power???

Of course the Reflected become criminals. If you had a power you didn’t understand and people didn’t understand you, you’d turn evil too.

I never saw what was so good about tomato juice. Then again, I dislike tomatoes for absolutely no reason at all, so…yeah.

Seriously, what was so good about that little old blob, Eleanor? The footage was taken too far to discern whether that was Wraith or not.

[bad-draft-stuff]

det. au 6

Sheepy: Nyarly: …Anyway. If you want any information about Twilight, we know a lot about it. Sheepy: Nyarly: I am sure your group has a reason to hate it after the events of yesterday. Sheepy: Nyarly: And I’m very willing to assist you in taking it down. Arsé-kun: Van: Offer accepted. Sheepy: Nyarly: I can probably answer any question. If I can’t, Phil can. Arsé-kun: Van: The fastest way to ruin everything for them. Sheepy: Nyarly: Hmm. Sheepy: Phil: Take down the leader. Sheepy: Nyarly: We can’t do that. Arsé-kun: Van: Why not? Sheepy: Nyarly: You remember how Watson shot me? Arsé-kun: Van: And you’re still standing, yes. Sheepy: Nyarly: Same result will occur if you go after the leader. Sheepy: Nyarly: Besides. Sheepy: Nyarly: He might be the leader of Twilight, but he’s an idiot Arsé-kun: Van: So could we goad him into killing himself..? Sheepy: Nyarly: In theory, yes.

Sheepy: Phil: Azathoth is bright when it comes to being a leader of an evil organisation, but when it comes to anything else he’s lacking. Sheepy: Phil: He’s also only doing this for his amusement. Sheepy: Phil: If he becomes bored enough, he’ll ditch Twilight all together and let it destroy itself. Sheepy: Phil: …That is my guess. Sheepy: Sheepy: Isn’t that a Lovecraft? Arsé-kun: Germain: He came far before the writer. I can name two others who also did. Sheepy: Sheepy: Well, Nyar is probably short for Nyarlathotep. Sheepy: Sheepy: If someone he knows is named Azathoth. Arsé-kun: Germain: And then we have Nodens. Sheepy: Sheepy: So Phil is Nodens??? Arsé-kun: Germain: A lot is suddenly explained, isn’t it? Sheepy: Sheepy: So, wait… Sheepy: Sheepy: Nyar is the son of the head of Twilight? Arsé-kun: Impey: That’s the first thing said that I’ve understood! Can you two speak english? Sheepy: Sheepy: In the Lovecraftian mythos, Azathoth is an elder god titled “The Idiot god”… He had one son named Nyarlathotep, the god of a thousand faces. Sheepy: Sheepy: Basically, of Azathoth’s descendents, Nyarlathotep was the only one with actual intelligence behind his ruthless actions. The rest were just beast-like. Sheepy: Sheepy: Cthulhu is an example. Arsé-kun: Impey: So, wait. You’re tellin’ me this guy *he gestures to Nyar* is some sorta octopus thing? Sheepy: Nyarly: Wow, that Lovecraft guy sure had an imagination. Arsé-kun: *Arséne is quietly listening. Finally, Sheepy’s knowledge of Mythos has come in handy. Also featuring: What the fuck.* Sheepy: Nyarly: Also, you think I’m some tentacle monster? Arsé-kun: Impey: Well, with a title like god of a thousand faces, you ain’t gonna be normal! Sheepy: Phil: According to Naoya, tentacle monsters are most prominent in hentai. Basically, you are implying that Nyar is a hentai correct? Sheepy: Nyarly:…Phil… Do, do you know what that is? Sheepy: Phil:…? Arsé-kun: *Impey tries not to laugh. Watson looks horrified in the background* Arsé-kun: Arséne: I fear the answer… Why did Naoya tell you that? Sheepy: Phil: Because Nyar was watching something that reminded Naoya of it, and I asked him what a hentai was. Arsé-kun: Arséne: A far better answer than I’d been expecting. Sheepy: Phil: I see. So, what’s a hentai? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Not being discussed around children. …. Impey can tell you later. Sheepy: Phil: I trust that you will explain later. Arsé-kun: Impey: W-wait, why me?? Sheepy: Phil: Because you know, I’m sure. Sheepy: Nyarly:…Anyway. Sheepy: Nyarly: Now that we’ve finished discussing this, I hope all of us have come to the conclusion that the best way of taking down Twilight is making Azathoth bored. Arsé-kun: Arséne: So don’t confront Twilight at all? Sheepy: Nyarly: I guess. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Easy enough. Sheepy: Nyarly: Just go about you’re daily lives for a while. Sheepy: Nyarly: We’ll deal his targets. Sheepy: *Phil is eyeing Finis and Cardia but doesn’t comment* Arsé-kun: Finis: … May I help you? Sheepy: Phil: Be careful. Arsé-kun: Finis: We will. Thank you. Sheepy: Phil: Nyar might be put off by the fact that you two are young, but if you are captured by Twilight, I will have to eliminate the threat. You will not be yourself if they get ahold of you. Arsé-kun: Finis: … I understand. If the case one of us will be captured, I will allow it to be myself. Sheepy: Phil: Good. Sheepy: Phil: We’ll be going now. Arsé-kun: Kazuya: Sh-should we come, too..? Sheepy: Phil: Do you want to? Sheepy: Phil: I’m just going home. Arsé-kun: Maki: It’d be best if we did travel with you.. Sheepy: Nyarly: I haven’t slept in a real bed for a loooong while. I’m coming too. Sheepy: Naoya: I suddenly don’t want to go home… Arsé-kun: Kazuya: Phiiil! When we get home, can you make hot cocoa again?! Sheepy: Phil: I can. Sheepy: Sheepy:…So wait, Saint-Germain, you’ve known Nyarlathotep this entire time and never told me? Sheepy: Sheepy: I thought we were friends. Arsé-kun: Germain: That’s not something I can just share, you know. Sheepy: Sheepy: Are you a Lovecraft character? Arsé-kun: Germain: Fortunately not! Sheepy: Sheepy: How did you meet them? Arsé-kun: Germain: It’s far too late for a story this lengthy. Sheepy: Sheepy: Well, okay. Tell me tomorrow Sheepy: Sheepy: I have to know! Arsé-kun: Germain: Fine. Sheepy: Sheepy: Great! Sheepy: Sheepy: I’m excited! Sheepy: Sheepy: I’m going to go to bed early tonight so tomorrow happens sooner. Sheepy: *so I guess maybe they go to bed?* Arsé-kun: *hooray!* Sheepy: *Tom is chattering like usual. Who cares. Anyway, there’s a knock at the door. You’ve got a client Arséne!* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he lightly paps Tom’s face* Come in! Sheepy: *A tall, brown-haired man donning a leather jacket enters the doorway. He’s got a motorcycle helmet under his arm.* Sheepy: Motorcyclist: Hey, you’re a detective, right? You solve theft and all that? Even theft you’d consider minor? Arsé-kun: Arséne: That is correct. Do sit down. Sheepy: *The motorcyclist sits down at the table* Sheepy: Motorcyclist: Alright, Chief. I’ll go through the details quickly so you can start doing your part ASAP. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he flips his notepad to a new page* Go on. Sheepy: Motorcyclist: Long story short, a memento of my late brother was stolen from me. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he nods. go on* Sheepy: Motorcyclist: I’ve got a picture of it. Sheepy: Motorcyclist: *he passes his phone to Arséne. It’s a little brown sheep toy! It’s scruffy looking like the motorcyclist… but other than its color and five-o-clock shadow, it’s basically just Tom.* Sheepy: Motorcyclist: He made it for me and I want to beat the face in of whoever stole it. Of course, who that person is, I’ve got no clue. That’s where you come in, Chief. Arsé-kun: Arséne: … *he pauses, and looks at Tom, before looking back* … Would your brother’s name be Tom? Sheepy: Motorcyclist: Yeah, why? Sheepy: Motorcyclist: Did you know him or somethin’? Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he nods, and frowns* Yes, that is correct. Sheepy: Motorcyclist: He had a similar one based on himself. White, bow tie, missing eye. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he looks at Tom again* Sounds familiar. Sheepy: Tom: woah Sheepy: Motorcyclist: Enough of that, though. I need to get it back. I won’t forgive myself if I don’t. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Of course, of course. Might I get your name? Sheepy: Motorcyclist: Jason Brom Grimm. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he nods, and writes all of this down* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he grabs Tom, and places him on the desk without a word. Here he is* Sheepy: Jason: Wait, where did you get this?! Arsé-kun: Arséne: My son found it years ago. I’d gladly return it to you, but he’d be heartbroken if it went missing.. Sheepy: Jason: Everything he made was destroyed… I thought what he made for me was the only surviving piece of him. Sheepy: Jason: I won’t take it from you. Sheepy: Jason: He’d be overjoyed if he heard that it fell in the hands of a loving child. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Well, either way.. *he picks Tom up again, and deposits him in front of Jason* Sheepy: Jason: *he picks it up gently* It’s been held with such care. I don’t see- Sheepy: Tom: aaaaaa Arsé-kun: Arséne: *snrk* Sheepy: Jason:?! Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he grabs the Tom Case File and updates it with Important Information* Tom, that’s not a hello. Be proper. Sheepy: Tom: hey Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he doesn’t look up from writing* Your brother’s a ghost possessing his own toy, and has been for years. He’s got memory issues, as well. Sheepy: Jason: W-wait… what?! Sheepy: Jason:…Well, I guess that confirms it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he looks up* His death? Or..? Sheepy: Jason: A body was never found. He just… went missing one day. Arsé-kun: Arséne: He’s most certainly dead. *he passes the case file over to Jason* Here’s what I have about it so far. Arsé-kun: Arséne: … And Sheepy, I know you’re eavesdropping. Your shadow is on the stairs. Sheepy: Jason: *he begins reading through it* … So, that man did him in… Sheepy: Sheepy: It’s not eavesdropping if you’re obvious about it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: … “That man?” Do you happen to know more? Sheepy: Jason: I do. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Do we have the time to discuss this now, or shall we wait? Sheepy: Jason: He approached us one day as Tom was talking about how he wanted to help homeless children the best way he knew how - making stuffed animals. We didn’t have much money. Most of it was spent on the medical costs from when some punk put Tom’s eye out in a fight. The thug was threatening some child. Fortunately, the kid made it out safe. Anyway… Sheepy: Jason: He offered Tom a loan. Said he had as much time as he needed to pay it back, no interest. Sheepy: Jason: Tom was desperate. He took it. Arsé-kun: *Arséne writes this all down. Germain is eavesdropping. you twat* Sheepy: Jason: He opened up a store and handmade these toys. Once he had the money to pay back the loan, he thought, the rest would go to charity and eating the costs for the materials. Sheepy: Jason: Of course the man was lying. He started demanding the money back. It was putting a lot of stress on Tom, understandably… Sheepy: Jason: He started to get distant. One day, he left a note saying that he was going to talk to… Byrd or whatever his name was. Won’t matter what his name is once I get my revenge. Sheepy: Jason: He never came back. Sheepy: Jason: There was a fire. Sheepy: Jason: Everything he built up was lost. People eventually forgot about him and went on their way. Sheepy: *Tom has gone silent, like he’s hanging on every word* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he shakes his head* Horrible. … Either way, thank you. I will gladly assist you now. Sheepy: Jason: *he looks pained* …Thanks, Chief. Sheepy: Jason: You think maybe that Byrd guy stole it? Arsé-kun: Arséne: It’s possible, but why would he steal something years later..? Sheepy: Tom: surviving evidence Arsé-kun: Arséne: … A fair point. Sheepy: Tom: i don’t remember any of this but you seem familiar Sheepy: Tom: right you remind me of diego Sheepy: Jason:…Well, you may remember me eventually. I hope… Sheepy: Tom: or maybe diego reminds me of you Sheepy: Tom: hmmm Sheepy: Sheepy: I can’t believe Tom was a big burly gang member when he was alive. Sheepy: Tom: woah Sheepy: Tom: now im cute and lovable Sheepy: Jason: Where was he found, Chief? Sheepy: Jason: Maybe we can look there. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Tom was found in the snow outside.. Sheepy: Jason:…I see. That’s vague. Sheepy: Jason: I’m guessing you don’t know where exactly. Arsé-kun: Aréne: I don’t. Sheepy: Jason: The best we can do right now is hunt for the toy itself. Sheepy: Tom: tom tracker activate Sheepy: Tom: baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Arsé-kun: Arséne: …. How is that going for you? Sheepy: Tom: i did it Sheepy: Tom: i found the tom Sheepy: Tom: it was inside of me all along Sheepy: Tom: if you believe in yourself you cam accomplish anything. i believe you can do anything you put your mind to. go out there. find the toy Arsé-kun: Arséne: How helpful. Sheepy: Tom: if nobody believes in you it means everyone has given up on you Sheepy: Tom: but ill never give up on you Sheepy: Sheepy: It’s okay Tom. I’ve already given up on myself. Arsé-kun: Tom: no, I have zero life skills Arsé-kun: Tom: hello, im dead Arsé-kun: Tom: actually I’m Tom Arsé-kun: Tom: I’m Tom the sheep. Sheepy: Tom: i said beep beep im a sheep beep beep im a sheep Sheepy: Jason: I learned a lot more than I was expecting by coming here, but… you better help me find it, Chief. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I absolutely will. We’d better get started. Sheepy: Jason: Great, thanks. Sheepy: *Jason gets up* Arsé-kun: Arséne: I’ll meet you outside. I just need to tell the neighbor I’m leaving. Sheepy: Jason: Alright. Sheepy: *Jason leaves* Arsé-kun: *And so, Arséne goes One (1) room over, and heads upstairs* Sheepy: Sherlock: *he quickly looks over at Arséne, sitting up some as he does, as though he’s startled by him entering. His expression changes to a tired one. He kind of just lies back down in a slump* …what? Arsé-kun: Arséne: I wanted to see how you were.. I’m going out for a case. Sheepy: Sherlock: …okay. *he looks away. Wow Sherlock you’re really not in the mood for socializing* Arsé-kun: Arséne: …. Just… Take care of yourself, okay? Sheepy: Sherlock: I’m fine… Arsé-kun: Arséne: …. If you’re not up by the time I’m home, I’ll take up all of the space on that tiny bed. All of it. Sheepy: Sherlock: *he lets out a sigh but doesn’t respond* Arsé-kun: Arséne: …. …. I’ll see you later. *he leaves. Wilson runs in right before the door is closed. Oh, no. What a shame.* Sheepy: *Sherlock doesn’t comment on Arséne leaving. r00d* Arsé-kun: *and Arséne goes straight outside* Sheepy: *but now that that’s dealt wiyh arsene you can have happy fun times wiyj tom and jason!* Arsé-kun: *YAY* Sheepy: Tom: hi Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oh? You’re coming with us? Sheepy: Tom: yes Sheepy: Tom: im the brains of the suit Sheepy: Tom: you’re the suit Arsé-kun: Arséne: I feel like my intelligence is being insulted.. Sheepy: Tom: the alpha-sheep is the smartest Sheepy: Jason: I’ll take you to where I saw it last. Arsé-kun: Arséne: All right. Sheepy: Jason: *He leads Arséne to their destination. It doesn’t seem like the best part of town…* Sheepy: *rather than being approached by thugs, Jason is rushed by a bunch of children! Based on their clothes, they aren’t well to do…* Sheepy: *Jason pulls them into a bear hug.* Sheepy: Short Kid: Hey, who’s da wealthy lookin’ man?! Oooh! Igetit, Igetit! You threatened them inta helping us, right, right? Sheepy: Older Kid: No, stupid! You don’t get money from threatening people! Isn’t that what he always says? Sheepy: Jason: Actually, he’s a detective. He’s here to help me with something. Sheepy: Short Kid: Detective?! I wanna play detective! Sheepy: Jason:…Alright. Have you seen this recently? Sheepy: *Jason shows off the picture of the Jason Sheep* Sheepy: Older Kid: A big, scary lookin’ man had it! He was lanky and had an evil eye! Sheepy: Short Kid: Aaaand he had a bird mask! And some sorta cloak! We stayed away from him. Sheepy: Jason:…Thank you. You’ve helped a lot. Sheepy: Short Kid: Good luck finding the thing! Sheepy: Jason: *the children scatter after he passes out food* Alright, Chief. We know where to go now. Sheepy: Tom: this is really familiar. ive done this before. Sheepy: Tom: im feeling a little sick… Arsé-kun: Arséne: ….. Do you do this often? Sheepy: Jason: As often as I can. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Hmm… Sheepy: Jason: Why do you ask? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Merely curious, that’s all! sheep: Jason: Oh, okay. sheep: Jason: Anyway, let’s go look around and see what we can find. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Wise plan. You can lead. sheep: *Jason, Arsene, and Tom hunt for Byrd.* Arsé-kun: *Do they find anything?* Sheepy asked the lost sheep to choose betwen yes and no. The lost sheep chose: no Arsé-kun: *nope.* Sheepy: Jason:…Well, I still feel like I’ve accomplished a lot today. Sheepy: Jason: Thanks, Chief. Please keep trying to solve Tom’s death. I’ve got a bone to pick with Byrd. Arsé-kun: Arséne: De rien. I most certainly will. Just keep him alive- He can’t be arrested if he is dead. Sheepy: Jason: Right… Arsé-kun: Arséne: And committing a murder does not make you better than him, even if it’s “right”. .. Well, I’d best get going, then. Sheepy: Jason: You’re right. Sheepy: Jason: Safe travels. I need to get my motorcycle from your place, actually. Sheepy: Jason: So I’ll be following you, actually. Arsé-kun: *they go back!!* Sheepy: *Jason gets his motorcycle and Leaves* Sheepy: *Tom is pretty quiet.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he leaves Tom alone. Tom needs some time for himself* Sheepy: *Tom appreciates this* Arsé-kun: Arséne: I’m hoooome! Sheepy: Sheepy: Who is this stranger? Sheepy: Sheepy: I can’t believe some strange man thinks that my detective agency is his home Sheepy: Sheepy: Anyway, how did it go? Arsé-kun: Arséne: No success today, but I’ve certainly learned more about the area. Sheepy: Sheepy: Really? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Really. .. I’ve been reminded of something I used to do. I don’t remember why it stopped.. Sheepy: Sheepy: What was it? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Do you think I’m just going to tell you? Sheepy: Sheepy: Yeah. Sheepy: Sheepy: Unless… it’s something bad? Sheepy: Sheepy: You sick monster… I can’t believe you. Sheepy: Sheepy: Disgusting, absolutely disgusting. You did that? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Ha, ha. I suppose I’ll just have to show you later tonight. Sheepy: Sheepy: *he seems excited!* Sheepy: Iris: Oh, Luppie! You’ve returned! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Yes, I have. Have I missed anything important..? Sheepy: Iris: Depends on what you consider to be important. Arsé-kun: Arséne: You’re downstairs. It must be. Sheepy: Iris: I’m downstairs for Sisi. Holmsies said last week he was going to help with my new invention but he’s yet to come downstairs. Sheepy: Sheepy: Maybe the bed ate him. Arsé-kun: Arséne: He’s not feeling well, I believe. Pardon me. *he heads upstairs, and knocks on Sherlock’s door* Sheepy: Sherlock:…It’s open. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he enters* You still haven’t moved. Sheepy: Sherlock: I haven’t. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Do you know what that means? Sheepy: Sherlock: What? Arsé-kun: *arsene sits down on the edge of the bed* Arsé-kun: Arséne: I said I’d take the space over. Sheepy: Sherlock: ? Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he leans back on Sherlock a little* Have you moved at all..? Sheepy: Sherlock: Just to pet Wilson. Arsé-kun: Arséne: And you haven’t eaten at all? Sheepy: Sherlock: So…no, I haven’t. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Well, here. I picked this up for you. *he hands Sherlock an apple* Sheepy: Sherlock:…Why? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Well, it’s sweet.. Just like you! Sheepy: Sherlock: Thanks… Arsé-kun: Arséne: What’s with the face? I didn’t bring you a crab apple to match your mood. Crabby. Sheepy: Sherlock: Haven’t slept… Arsé-kun: Arséne: Well, you’d better get on that, too. Sheepy: Sherlock: I haven’t been able to Arsé-kun: Arséne: Not for long. *he gets up* I’ll be right back. Eat your apple, Sherlock Sheepy: Sherlock:…Okay. Arsé-kun: *Arséne leaves, and returns with Wag, who is put down next to Sherlock* Sheepy: *Sherlock starts petting Wag* Arsé-kun: *Wag purrs and starts kneading the blankets. cat cat cat cat* Sheepy: Sherlock: *good* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he sits down next to Sherlock again* Sheepy: Sherlock:…Thank you. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Quite welcome. Would you like me to stay? Sheepy: Sherlock: Yeah. Sheepy: Sherlock: …How’d it go? Sheepy: Sherlock: And… how is Mycroft doing? Arsé-kun: Arséne: He’s doing better. Sheepy: Sherlock: I’m glad. Sheepy: Sherlock: This… whole thing made me realize. Sheepy: Sherlock: Without my friends, I really am helpless, aren’t I? Sheepy: Sherlock: Sure, when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, I’ll do just fine… But, he jumped us. If I’m some “great detective”, how come I didn’t realize he was there? Arsé-kun: Arséne: It happens. Not everything goes well. Sheepy: Sherlock: It’s not a matter of things going well or not. Sheepy: Sherlock: That masked man only showed up when I was shot at. He made a scene about it and the gunner left… he didn’t attempt to do anything before that. Sheepy: Sherlock: Harley might die… the masked man is acting all buddy-buddy and I can’t trust him. Sheepy: Sherlock: He knows where Harley is and could easily kill him if he pleased. Arsé-kun: Arséne: … Well, when you put it that way.. Sheepy: Sherlock: Think about it like this. Just a few moments before this, the masked man was trying to kill us. He tortured me. Then, he says that he has to help Phil, whose problems could be dealt with through a hospital. I’m shot at and he dissuades the shooter from shooting a second time, making him a protector or savior… Sheepy: Sherlock: Don’t you think that’s strange? Sheepy: Sherlock: He’s plotting something… I don’t like it. Phil’s probably in on it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Hm… … Well, no use dwelling on it right now. Sheepy: Sherlock:…It’s hard not to, but I guess so. Arsé-kun: Arséne: … In other news, why was I never informed about the homeless children on baker? Sheepy: Sherlock:…Huh? Sheepy: Sherlock: Homeless children…? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oh, so you don’t either.. Sheepy: Sherlock: No, I don’t… Arsé-kun: Arséne: I was going to pay them a visit later tonight.. Would you like to join me? Sheepy: Sherlock:…Sure. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Then eat your apple, Sherlock. Sheepy: Sherlock: Fine. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Thank you. Sheepy: *Sherlock finally eats the apple* Arsé-kun: Arséne: You did the thing. Sheepy: Sherlock: I don’t think it helped… but thanks anyway. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Quite welcome. Sheepy: Sherlock: It actually made me more hungry…. oh well Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oh? I’ll pick something up for you, then. Sheepy: Sherlock: Only if it’s not inconvenient for you. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Certainly not. … Speaking of going out, Sheepy and I are going… er.. “out”, later. Would you like to come with us for that, as well? Sheepy: Sherlock: Is it legal? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Yes. We’re not stealing anything tonight. Sheepy: Sherlock: Then… maybe. If I feel up to it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Well, okay. Sheepy: Sherlock: How is Watson doing? Arsé-kun: Arséne: He’s all right. He’s a tough one. Sheepy: Sherlock: I’m glad… Sheepy: Sherlock: …I think maybe I’ll go with you. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Excellente. It’ll be good for you. Sheepy: *Sherlock sits up* Arsé-kun: Arséne: Do you need help? Sheepy: Sherlock: No, I’m fine. Sheepy: Sherlock: Just a little stiff… Arsé-kun: *Wilson yawns and looks up, whats hap* Sheepy: Sherlock: Sorry, Wilson. Sheepy: Sherlock: I’m ready to go. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he offers Sherlock a hand* Sheepy: *Sherlock takes it* Arsé-kun: *Arséne pulls him to his feet* Sheepy: Sherlock: Thanks. Sheepy: Sherlock: *he heads downstairs * Sheepy: Sheepy:…So, like, if Phil is Nodens, doesn’t that mean he hunts down and kills Nyar often…? Sheepy: Iris: I’ve got no clue what’s in the stories you read but I highly doubt they attack each other. Sheepy: Sheepy: If they can’t die, is there really a penalty? Maybe they do it for fun. Sheepy: Iris: Sheepy, people die when they’re killed. Sheepy: Sheepy: Not if you’re a celtic god or a disgusting abomination. Sheepy: Sheepy: I was also thinking. Nyarlathotep came to Lovecraft and gave him the ideas… tormented him at night. So, now that we can confirm Nyarlathotep is real… why’d he do it? Maybe if people believe in him or know him, he’ll become stronger? There must be an ulterior motive here. Sheepy: Iris: Maybe he just tormented some poor man at night and to deal with it, the man wrote stories about how Nyar was a monster?…Oh! Holmsies is awake! Sheepy: Sheepy: Woah, buddy, you look terrible. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Woah, Sheepy, did you shrink a few inches? Sheepy: Sheepy: Heyhey, where’d that come from?! Sheepy: Sheepy: I haven’t shrunk one bit! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Then be nice. Sheepy: Sheepy: Your vision’s getting faulty if you think I’m getting shorter! Sheepy: Sheepy: And, being honest is nice. Sheepy: Sherlock: No, it’s fine. Arsé-kun: Arséne: … Well, if you say so. Sheepy: Sherlock: It’s true. Sheepy: Sherlock: So there isn’t any harm in pointing it out. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Whhatever. *he goes to snag a bit of cookie dough..* Sheepy: Sheepy: You can’t have any, shoo. Sheepy: Sheepy: You should’ve insulted my height after getting some if you wanted it. Sheepy: Sheepy: Besides, cookie dough can have salmonella. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *the master thief snags some anyway* Sheepy: Sheepy: You’re gross. Sheepy: Sheepy: Like cookies. You’re like a cookie. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Then why are you making them??? Sheepy: Sheepy: I was helping Iris. Sheepy: Iris: I was teaching him because he only knows how to make things with meat in them. Sheepy: Sheepy: Sweets are disgusting. Sheepy: Sheepy: They just make me feel sad and jittery Arsé-kun: Arséne: I didn’t ask for your opinion. *he’s teasing* Sheepy: Sheepy: You did by existing. Sheepy: Sherlock: Is Mycroft staying here still? Arsé-kun: Arséne: For now? Yes. He’s with Germain next door. Sheepy: Sherlock: I wanted to see him, that’s why. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Then head on over. We’re not going out yet. Sheepy: *Sherlock takes Arséne’s advice* Arsé-kun: *the door is opened, and it smacks into Germain’s face. rip* Sheepy: Sherlock:! Sorry! Are you okay…? Arsé-kun: Germain: Yes. sheep: Sherlock: I didn’t know that you were there… sheep: Sherlock: I actually came to see Mycroft… Sheepy: Sherlock: Is he here? Arsé-kun: Germain: Yes, he’s upstairs. Sheepy: Sherlock: Is he busy right now? Arsé-kun: Germain: Not that I know of. Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh, okay. I’ll go see him then. Sheepy: *Sherlock goes upstairs. hellohello!* Sheepy: Cardia: Oh, it’s the punchy guy! Arsé-kun: Mycroft: … Afternoon, Sherlock. Sheepy: Sherlock: Hullo. I came to see if you were okay. Sheepy: Sherlock: How are you feeling, physically and emotionally? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Tired and tired. Sheepy: Sherlock: I’m sorry. Sheepy: Sherlock: I can’t really think of anything to say… I just found out you existed about a week or so ago but already I’ve caused you pain. Sheepy: Sherlock: Do you regret meeting me again? I’ll understand if you say yes, so please be honest. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Not at all. Sheepy: Sherlock:…?? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: …??? Sheepy: Sherlock: Why not? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Stupid: Adjective. Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh? Arsé-kun: Finis: *quietly, from the side* having or showing a great lack of intelligence or common sense. Sheepy: Sherlock: What’s stupid? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: The idea that I’d hate you. *he raises an eyebrow. only one* Sheepy: Sherlock: But… there’s no reason for you to be attached to me or anything. You just met me. I caused you pain. You could have died. Sheepy: Sherlock: Harley has been with me since I can remember and he hates my guts. He makes this known as often as he can. Do you not hate me because you haven’t known me for long enough? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I don’t hate you because you’re a good person. But whoever taught Cardia to flex, they’re dead to me. Sheepy: Cardia: It’s was Impey! Sheepy: Cardia: He’s cool! Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Dead to me. Sheepy: Sherlock: Will you come to hate me if you know me for long enough? Arsé-kun: Finis: I’ve lost IQ from hearing you say stupid shit. Stop saying stupid shit. Arsé-kun: he wasnt gonn say shit but that alliteration tho Sheepy: Sherlock: Maybe if you already know what to expect, you won’t be unpleasantly surprised when you find out all of my flaws. But maybe that’ll make you not want to bother. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I’m glad crippling anxiety runs in the family. Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh? Sheepy: Sherlock: …I forget to eat often! I overwork myself to the point I pass out! I’m really forgetful and oblivious at times! I have really bad moodswings and am incredibly overdramatic! Uh… I can’t think of anything else. Sheepy: Sherlock: That’s about it I think. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I act tougher and meaner than I really am. I get sick every time the wind changes. Dying is still an option and I’m terrible at math. Sheepy: Sherlock: I didn’t think you were mean at all Sheepy: Sherlock: And I don’t want you to die. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I couldn’t be mean to you. Now, that thief on the other hand. Sheepy: Sherlock: Please don’t be mean to Arséne… Sheepy: Sherlock: He’s stolen something really important from me too! He stole my heart… he did it in a really dramatic way and I still get a little flustered thinking about it. Sheepy: Sherlock: Harley is already really mean to him, so… Sheepy: Sherlock:…I can’t drive because of whatever caused my memory loss! That’s another one. Sheepy: Sherlock: When I’m sad and want attention I intentionally play the violin badly so people will pay attention to me. Sheepy: Cardia: These are all flaws because you two are calling them flaws. I have traits that may be considered undesirable, but they still help me be a unique person. They make me “me”. Arsé-kun: Finis: *he turns his book upside down* I can’t read. Sheepy: Cardia: That’s a lie. Sheepy: Cardia: You eat books. Sheepy: Cardia: But your eyes are the way you eat them. Arsé-kun: Finis: My secret has been revealed. Sheepy: Cardia: You survive off of knowledge! Sheepy: Cardia: So rather than talking about in what ways you’re flawed and acting like it’s a bad thing, embrace your uniqueness! Sheepy: Sherlock: Now that I think about it, Watson is kind of blatant about all the different ways I probably drive him nuts when it comes to his writing, but all of the fans don’t see me for that. Maybe they actually don’t bother people too much. Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh, oh, you’ve seen Watson’s stories, right? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: M-hm. Sheepy: Sherlock: They’re very well written!! Sheepy: Sherlock: I also forget about the cases soon after so it gives me a way to reminisce about them… Sheepy: Sherlock: According to Harley, I got my memory problems from a mistake he made. He was using a name close to mine and that ended up in me losing my memory? I don’t understand, but I’ve been with Harley and Watson since I can remember. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Which isn’t much, I wager? Sheepy: Sherlock: It really isn’t. Sheepy: Sherlock: I… I’m scared of remembering things Sheepy: Sherlock: One’s memory is like a bunch of folders. Sheepy: Sherlock: When you get amnesia, your brain starts on a new folder. Sheepy: Sherlock: A person’s brain only uses one folder at a time. It just doesn’t acknowledge those other folders. Sheepy: Sherlock: So if your amnesia is “cured”… you’ll forget all of the memories you collected during the time you were suffering from amnesia. Sheepy: Sherlock: Isn’t it better to focus on the future than the past? Besides… I can go off of what I’ve been told. Sheepy: Sherlock: According to the things Harley has said and why he hates you so much, you and I were very close. Sheepy: Sherlock: And after your disappearance, you were all I talked about. Sheepy: Sherlock: With that in mind, it must’ve been serious. I’d never forget you…. But the waterfall incident happened afterwards, so… Arsé-kun: Finis: … That’s not how retrograde amnesia works, you forgetful fountain of twine. Sheepy: Sherlock: Twine? Arsé-kun: Finis: .. I am not good at insults. Sheepy: Sherlock: I noticed. Arsé-kun: Finis: You will not lose memories gained post-retrograde. Only prior, and they generally do return. That’s what the medical textbooks say. Sheepy: Sherlock: Well, okay. Arsé-kun: Finis: … More explicitly, you would only lose memories post-incident if it was anterograde amnesia… Which means you’d be unable to make new ones. Sheepy: Sherlock: I don’t know what any of these terms mean. Arsé-kun: Finis: My apologies. Retrograde amnesia refers to losing memories from prior an incident. Anterograde means after an incident, new memories will not be retained. Previous memories are left alone Sheepy: Sherlock: Complicated. Arsé-kun: Finis: In the simplest terms, it’s before or after. Sheepy: Sherlock: How’s the before one caused? Arsé-kun: Finis: Both are the same. Head injuries. Sheepy: Sherlock: Well. Sheepy: Sherlock: That doesn’t give me much. Arsé-kun: Finis: … It’d most likely have been retrograde, post-traumatic. It had to be a trauma to the head, specifically the hippocampus.. Arsé-kun: Finis: … Wait, was it that? … I think it’s that. Sheepy: Sherlock: Hippopotamus? Arsé-kun: Finis: Brain section. Responsible for memory. sheep: Sherlock: What part? Arsé-kun: Finis: Hippo. Campus. sheep: Sherlock: That doesn’t answer my question. sheep: Sherlock: I’ll just ask Watson where that is later. Arsé-kun: Finis: In your brain. sheep: Sherlock: Thanks for your information either way. sheep: Sherlock: So, um… what drove you to work for the government?? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I originally wasn’t. I was originally a secretary. sheep: Sherlock: Really? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: m-hm. sheep: Sherlock: But don’t secretaries have to be good at math? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Depends what they’re doing. I focused on paperwork and sorting files. sheep: Sherlock: Oh. sheep: Sherlock: How did you end up in your job then? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Promotions. Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh. That makes sense. Sheepy: Sherlock: I wanted to be an engineer. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Okay. Do it. Sheepy: Sherlock: I… well. Sheepy: Sherlock: I’m happy with my job. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Then make it a hobby. Sheepy: Sherlock: I taught Iris and we make tools together. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Well, that’s good.. Sheepy: Sherlock: I became a detective because Harley was killing himself from his job. He was taking cases too big for him but refused to take smaller ones because thsy were boring. Sheepy: Sherlock: It then ended up being that I was very good at it, but he’d yell at me and argue with me even if we came to the same conclusion. Sheepy: Sherlock: I ended up just- Arsé-kun: Impey: *he barges in. do you even KNOCK?* Are we talking about engineering?? Sheepy: Sherlock: I did. Arsé-kun: Impey: Exciting! Sheepy: Sherlock: Why? Arsé-kun: Impey: I heard it and I’m curious! Sheepy: Sherlock: I was just saying that I wanted to be an engineer originally. Sheepy: Cardia: Oh it’s you! Has Fran finished what he was making? Arsé-kun: Impey: I made him take a break, actually! He’s been working on it for hours.. Sheepy: Cardia: Oh. Don’t let him overwork himself. Arsé-kun: Impey: I’m not! Sheepy: Cardia: Good! Sheepy: Cardia: You have good hearing! Arsé-kun: Impey: Thanks! Sheepy: Cardia: I want to learn about machinery! Sheepy: Cardia: I want to learn about a lot of things. Sheepy: Cardia: Like fistfighting! And science! Sheepy: Sherlock: I’m good at those. Sheepy: Sherlock: Only chemistry and physics through. I’m no good at astronomy. Sheepy: Sherlock: There’s Earth…Mercury…Saturn…The big one…Pluto. Sheepy: Sherlock:….Sun? The Sun might be a planet? Sheepy: Cardia: The Sun is a star! It’s the center of the solar system! Sheepy: Sherlock: I thought that the Earth was the center of the solar system up until a few months ago. Sheepy: Cardia: Pluto also isn’t a planet. Arsé-kun: Finis: Unfortunately. Sheepy: Cardia: Pluto’s a pluto. Sheepy: Sherlock: Pluto’s like the moon. Mysterious and far away. Arsé-kun: Impey: But we know more about the moon than we do the bottom of the ocean! Sheepy: Sherlock: Really? Sheepy: Sherlock: What’s on the moon? Aliens? Arsé-kun: Impey: Mostly rocks! Sheepy: Sherlock: Aliens? Arsé-kun: Impey: No… There might be on Mars though! Sheepy: Sherlock: ! Arsé-kun: Finis: … And on a moon of Jupiter’s, I believe. … Either way, might I ask you something, Sherlock? Sheepy: Sherlock: What did you want to ask? Arsé-kun: Finis: … Since the other day, your behavior has been notably different. … Is it just shock, or are you unsure if you care about him or not? Sheepy: *Sherlock looks away* Sheepy: Sherlock: I… Sheepy: Sherlock: It’s my obligation to care about him, isn’t it? Arsé-kun: Finis: No. If someone does not care about you, you do not have to care about them. That’s what I have learned. Sheepy: Sherlock: … Sheepy: Sherlock: I… Sheepy: Sherlock: I can’t fight that logic. Sheepy: Sherlock: I don’t know why he pushed me out of the way. Arsé-kun: Finis: How did he treat you? Sheepy: Sherlock: …Well. - …Ah.  This familiar feeling.  Worthlessness.  Anger.  Frustration. As Harley berated me for “getting in his way”, I stared at him with a blank expression.  His words began to blur together.  What a common occurrence this was…  yet, I couldn’t help but to tremble.  This… fire was burning inside of me.  I clenched my fists to the point that my knuckles were white and my fingernails cut into the palm of my hands.  Yet, the pain from my hands’ new-found wounds didn’t compare to the emotional suffering this man put me through daily. It’s all your fault. What did I do? Why do you even bother? Because I care about you. Don’t you know what personal space is?  Bug off! I grit my teeth.  This fire blazing in my chest was overwhelming.  Uncontrollable.  I still shook, incapable to hold back the emotions that flooded into me.   Before I knew it, my hand was clutching his shirt collar and I had shoved him against a wall, my face about an inch away from his.  The cuts on my hands were soiling his newly bought white shirt.  Very, very briefly I saw a look of terror spread across his face, before being replaced by a look like I had just offended him. “Get your hands off of me this instant!” Harley cried out. “Now you listen to me, Harley!  I’m sick and tired of dealing with your abuse!”  I shouted at him, tightening my grip. “Excuse me?” Harley raised his eyebrows. “You do this every single case and I’m not putting up with it anymore-“ I was cut off by him. “Stop making a scene,” Harley glared into my eyes. “Don’t interrupt me! ” I screamed out. Harley, surprisingly, shut up and let me speak. “Now you listen to me, Harley, because I’m only saying it once.  I give and I give and I give, and you take and take and take, and never give anything back.  My ‘niceness’ bank has been cleaned out by you.  You better clean up your act and start treating me like a human being rather than some object or…” “Or, what?  You’ll leave?”  Harley relaxed some, relieved. “No.  You will be the one leaving.  If you want so much for me to not be in your life, take action!  Just, remove yourself from my presence if you feel it so necessary!  Either you start treating me well or you start packing your bags!”  I growled.  Harley was visibly surprised. He started at me, dumbfounded, as though I was some stranger.  He blinked, still processing what he just heard.  He opened his mouth to speak and paused for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. “…Excuse me?” Harley squinted at me. “Are you deaf?  You have two options: Treat me well or leave so you don’t have to deal with me.  What’s your choice?” I spoke slowly, enunciating the words as though I was speaking with a child. Harley pondered his choices.   Ah, he’s too far gone to change now, isn’t he?  Why would he even NEED to think about this?  The choice is quite obvious- “Give me a day.  I’ll be out in a day,” My heart sunk as I heard these words.  My rage took over once more and I threw him to the ground. “Are you serious?!  Is that really the better choice for you?”  I clenched my fists once more. “You think I’d submit the rest of my life to pampering you?  No, I’d much rather leave,” With that, Harley got up and left. I watched him leave.  Tears were streaming down my face.  I punched the wall I had pressed him up against, leaving a dent in the wall and my hand a bloody mess. There was no light in him after all. - Arsé-kun: Watson: … No wonder he left. Sheepy: Sherlock: ! Sheepy: Sherlock: I didn’t know you were there… Sheepy: Sherlock: I didn’t say anything about it because I was too scared to. Arsé-kun: Watson: I’m glad I’ve picked up stealth tips, then. … I see. Sheepy: Sherlock: When he came back, I was hoping he’d start treating me better, but he hasn’t. Arsé-kun: Watson: I, too, hoped his behavior would change… We were both wrong, I suppose. Sheepy: Sherlock: I don’t understand. Sheepy: Sherlock: Why did he protect me? Arsé-kun: Finis: Perhaps he cared more than he realized prior. Sheepy: Sherlock: It’s just tearing me up. Arsé-kun: Impey: …. Is it really tearing you apart, Lisa Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh? Arsé-kun: Impey: Nevermind, sorry Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh. Sheepy: Sherlock: I apologize. I didn’t mean to make anyone worry. Sheepy: Sherlock: I just…needed to sort things out in my head. That’s all. Sheepy: Sherlock:….Hey, um… what do you remember from back then? Sheepy: Sherlock: What was he like? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Not like this, that’s for sure. He was rather polite, and tended to worry about everyone he met. Sheepy: Sherlock:…Huh? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: A complete opposite of now. Sheepy: Sherlock: What changed…? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I don’t know. I wasn’t there. Sheepy: Sherlock: And I don’t remember… Sheepy: Sherlock: I guess we’ll never know. Sheepy: Sherlock: What were you like? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: …. Sickly. Sheepy: Sherlock: I see… Sheepy: Sherlock: Sorry. These are just questions I could never ask him. Sheepy: Sherlock: What was I like? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: … Not very different. Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh? I was expecting “polar opposite”…. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Nope. Sheepy: Sherlock: And finally, um, what were our parents like? Sheepy: Sherlock: I apologize if the parents one is too intrusive. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: …. It’s… Hard to remember them. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I remember them being kind and caring… Never really being loud.. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: … And then they were just gone. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: We were all waiting for them to come home, and they never did.. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: It’s a bit funny, though. Harley didn’t change when they didn’t come back. He only did when I didn’t.. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Perhaps it is because all of the pressure was on him. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I am sorry, though. Sheepy: Sherlock: Why? Sheepy: Sherlock: You did nothing wrong. Sheepy: Sherlock: Harley hates you because he’s jealous of you - scared you’ll take his “place”. Sheepy: Sherlock: Harley hates me because he considers me untrustworthy and thinks I’ll backstab him at any moment. Sheepy: Sherlock: He’s said it himself that he trusts you more. Sheepy: Sherlock: So really? Sheepy: Sherlock: I don’t see what you did that’s a problem. Sheepy: Sherlock: His reasoning for seeing me as untrustworthy is because I apparently was completely focused on figuring out where you were rather than his current condition. Sheepy: Sherlock: By the way, who did you stay with over that time? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: The hospital. I had to. sheep: Sherlock: Oh… sheep: Sherlock: I guess we were homeless before Watson took us in Arsé-kun: Watson: That sounds right. sheep: Sherlock: I was right! sheep: Sherlock: Anyway, that explains how you can handle hospitals so well. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Can you not? You behaved fine-.. Wait. sheep: Sherlock: Um… sheep: Sherlock: … sheep: Sherlock: They terrify me. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: … I feel like you’ve told me this. Have you? sheep: Sherlock: Maybe. sheep: Sherlock: I was wrestling with a criminal on the edge of a waterfall. sheep: Sherlock: I think he pushed me off… or maybe I fell. Either way, I freaked and grabbed onto him. He fell with me. sheep: Sherlock: Someone found me and brought me into the hospital, but I guess I was so messed up at the end of the day that nobody recognized me and thought to notify Watson about it. So I was just stuck there, alone, until I recovered. sheep: Sherlock: Now that I think about it, they never found him. sheep: Sherlock: Did I actually grab him…? Did he actually fall? Arsé-kun: Watson: Unfortunately, we still don’t know. Sheepy: Sherlock: That’s too bad. The body never being discovered points towards him still being alive… Sheepy: Sherlock: …But he hasn’t been active for a while now… Sheepy: Sherlock: But, yes, that’s why I hate hospitals. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: … That’s perfectly understandable. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Now that I think about it, I was in a fairly similar situation to you.. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Nobody I knew with me, and they didn’t know who I was.. Sheepy: Sherlock: I’m sorry. Sheepy: Sherlock: If I’d known, I would’ve come to see you. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Likewise. Sheepy: Sherlock: But in the end we ended up finding each other again! Arsé-kun: Mycroft: m-hm. Lucky for us? Sheepy: Sherlock: I think so! Sheepy: Sherlock: It makes up for the time we didn’t get to see each other. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I suppose so! Sheepy: Sherlock: I can show you tge places I like to go eventually. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: That would be interesting. Sheepy: Sherlock: And I can introduce you to some of my other friends. Like Mr. Naruhodou! And Mop! Sheepy: Iris: Mr. Crofty!! Arsé-kun: Mycroft: … Hm? Sheepy: Iris: Here! I’m sure you’re stressed, so have these! They may help you feel better! …They’re shaped like octopi because Sheepy was trying to make an offering to Cthulhu or something… *Mycroft gets a cutely wrapped bag of cookies!* Arsé-kun: Mycroft: !! Why, thank you! Sheepy: Iris: You’re welcome! Sheepy: Sherlock: What’s a Cthulhu? Arsé-kun: Impey: I think it’s a squid! Sheepy: Sherlock: Squids are gross. Sheepy: Sherlock: I wouldn’t want to eat a squid. Sheepy: Sherlock: I bet they taste like ink. Sheepy: Sherlock: Ink… ink tastes bad. Arsé-kun: Finis: This implies— Why do you know this? Sheepy: Sherlock: You know when you’re starving but you aren’t at home and have no food because you gave all of your trail mix to squirrels so you get super desperate? Arsé-kun: Finis: …… No. Sheepy: Sherlock: Well, um. Sheepy: Sherlock: I forgot to eat for a day or two. Sheepy: Sherlock: And Mrs. Hudson told me to eat but I had to go out, so she gave me trail mix. Sheepy: Sherlock: But I saw some squirrels. Sheepy: Sherlock: So I gave them the trail mix. Sheepy: Sherlock: And then I got hungry and I usually keep a few spare pens so I thought maybe that the ink from one would taste bad enough that I would lose my appetite. Sheepy: Sherlock: And it tasted horrible so I lost my appetite. Sheepy: Sherlock: Of course, when I came back, nobody yelled at me because they saw that I’d finished the trail mix. Arsé-kun: Watson: ……… Sheepy: Sherlock: And I didn’t think I should comment that I never ate it and that I gave it to some squirrels. Arsé-kun: Watson: ……. Do I have to make sure you’re actually eating now, too?? Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh? Arsé-kun: Watson: How often do you give food away?? Sheepy: Sherlock: Whenever I see a stray animal or a cute wild animal. Arsé-kun: Watson: …. So a lot. Sheepy: Sherlock: Slim jims go to dogs. Trail mix goes to squirrels. Sheepy: Sherlock: The birds like the fruit from it. Sheepy: Sherlock: I’d say more often than not, an animal gets it. Sheepy: Sherlock: Actually, the only time an animal doesn’t get it is when you’re accompanying me… Harley doesn’t comment when I do it. Arsé-kun: Watson: …. Please eat, Sherlock. Sheepy: Sherlock: I eat when I need to. Arsé-kun: Watson: That’s not enough. I’ve told you this. Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh? Sheepy: Sherlock:… Sheepy: Sherlock: It’s enough for me. Sheepy: Sherlock: I’ve eaten today so I’m okay. Sheepy: Sherlock: I’ve fulfilled my once-every-three-days quota. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: How do you.. Sheepy: Sherlock: I hate wasting time by eating. Sheepy: Sherlock: The early bird gets the worm! …But I’m not a bird so I don’t eat worms. Sheepy: Sherlock: I had an apple. Arsé-kun: Watson: .. Well, it’s something. Sheepy: Sherlock: Arséne bought it for me. Sheepy: Sherlock: I’m a little hungry still but I’m going out and I have no clue when. Sheepy: Sherlock: So I’ll wait until I’m back. Sheepy: Sherlock: Is that okay? Arsé-kun: Watson: yeah. Sheepy: Sherlock: Great! Sheepy: Sherlock: I don’t know where I’m going either. Sheepy: Sherlock: Arséne invited me so I accepted… Arsé-kun: Arséne: Arséne is nearly ready to go. Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh! Sheepy: Sherlock: Okay. Arsé-kun: Arséne: By “nearly ready”, I mean Sheepy isn’t ready, but I am. Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh. Arsé-kun: Arséne: So c'mon. If he’s not ready when we are, we’re going without him. Sheepy: Sherlock: Alright. Arsé-kun: *and arsene heads downstairs. is sheepy ready?* Sheepy: *sheepy is Ready* Sheepy: Sheepy: You’re so sloooow! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Pardon? I’ve been waiting for you! Sheepy: Sheepy: So! Slow! Sheepy: Sheepy: Let’s go! Arsé-kun: *Arséne fetches his hat. it is time to Go* Sheepy: *they leave to… somewhere! where?* Arsé-kun: *the first stop, is a bit further down on Baker.* Sheepy: Sherlock: It’s Baker’s street! Sheepy: Sherlock: So why are we here? Arsé-kun: Arséne: There was something I wanted to do, quickly.. Sheepy: Sheepy: To catch a criminal. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Well, yes, that too. Sheepy: Sheepy: That criminal is me. I am the criminal. Sheepy: Sheepy: Catch me if you can, old man. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Why, you…! Sheepy: Sheepy: *He smirks* Arsé-kun: Arséne: Fine! You get a headstart. As long as we end up where we planned, I don’t care. Sheepy: *Sheepy runs!* Arsé-kun: Arséne: … …. All right, come on. We’ve got time. Sheepy: Sherlock: Really? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Truly. Sheepy: Sherlock: If you say so. Sheepy: Sherlock: Let’s not dwaddle too much though! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Of, of course not. Sheepy: *sherlock follows arsene* Arsé-kun: *arsene starts to go around the corner. he seems to be looking for something* Sheepy: Sherlock:? Arsé-kun: Arséne: There were people here before.. Sheepy: Sherlock:…? Sheepy: Sherlock:… Sheepy: Sherlock: Really? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Yes? Specifically, children.. Sheepy: Sherlock: Sorry, you’ve lost ne. Arsé-kun: Arséne: When I was here previously for part of a case, there were kids here. I was hoping they’d be here again.. Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh Sheepy: Sherlock: Weird. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oh, well. I just suppose I’ll have to leave what I brought for them riiiiight here! Sheepy: *the little one peeks out from behind a box* Arsé-kun: *arsene sets down an oldish looking lunchbox. it’s bulging a little. full.* Sheepy: *the little one begins whispering excitedly to the taller one, who’s presumably also there* Sheepy: Sherlock:…? *he seems to be focusing very hard on this* Arsé-kun: Arséne: What are you, hungry? Sheepy: Sherlock: Well, yes, but that’s not what I was thinking about. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Care to share? Sheepy: Sherlock: The kid peeking out from the box looks familiar. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Eh? Sheepy: Sherlock: He lived in the flat near ours Arsé-kun: Arséne: ….So, did his house…? Sheepy: Sherlock: It did. Sheepy: Sherlock: I hope his family is okay. Arsé-kun: Arséne: M-hm… But I saw no trace of parents when I was here before.. Sheepy: Sherlock:…Well, um. Sheepy: Sherlock: It was a single dad raising three kids I think. He was a detective. We were of the same cases a few times. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Was he? I may have known the man. What was his name? Sheepy: Sherlock: Abihail. Sheepy: Sherlock: I think he didn’t like me too much but there were times where he had to talk to me directly so I was over at his flat multiple times. Sheepy: *The little one pokes his head out again* Sheepy: Little One: *in a hushed tone* Why’re they talking about daddy? Did they find daddy? Sheepy: Tall One: Shh! Arsé-kun: Arséne: .. Ah, him. I didn’t speak much with him, either, outside of joint cases. Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh, you knew him too? Arsé-kun: Arséne: m-hm… Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh. Sheepy: Sherlock: Well, whatever. Should we approach them? Arsé-kun: Arséne: They may run.. Sheepy: Sherlock: I guess you’re right. Arsé-kun: Arséne: … *he looks towards the boxes* Where have you two kids been living? Sheepy: Little One: Around here! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Outside..? Sheepy: Little One: Yeah! Arsé-kun: *arséne looks very concerned* Sheepy: Little One: ? Sheepy: Little One: What? Arsé-kun: Arséne: …. Isn’t there supposed to be three of you? Sheepy: Little One: Uhuh! Sheepy: Little One: He found a bottle of stuff and now he’s lying on the ground. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ?! Sheepy: Little One: He was acting weird too. Arsé-kun: *Arséne looks to the older one* Sheepy: Tall One: *he looks away wordlessly* Sheepy: Little One: We were going to take him into the hospital, but you guys showed up. Arsé-kun: Arséne: It’d be best is we assisted you, then. Sheepy: Little One: Okay! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Where is he..? Sheepy: *The little one shows Arsene where the third sibling is!* Arsé-kun: *He’s lying on the ground. He looks dazed* Sheepy: Sherlock: *he bends down and looks him over* Arsé-kun: Third One: …..? Whoth'eck ar'ya? Sheepy: Sherlock: My name is Sherlock Holmes. Sheepy: Sherlock: I was going to take you to the hospital. Sheepy: Sherlock: You may have ingested something toxic. Arsé-kun: Third One: …. t'was just a bottl'o wine I found near th’ trash! Sheepy: Sherlock: Still, it worries me. Sheepy: Sherlock: *he gently lifts the third one up* It’s near by and alcohol is very bad foe someone your age. Sheepy: Sherlock: Where is the hospital… Sheepy: Sherlock:…Ah, right, I worked with your father a few times. I don’t know if you remember me at all. Sheepy: Tall One: Heyhey, you better not drop Har, you hear? Arsé-kun: Third One: …. I don’t wanna be on th'ground again.. Sheepy: Sherlock: Arséne, would taking him to Watson be safer? Sheepy: Sherlock: Hospitals have long waits. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Yes. It’d give them all somewhere to stay, too. Sheepy: Sherlock: Right! Sheepy: Sherlock: Let’s head home then. Arsé-kun: *Arséne and Sherlock turn around and go back home. Sheepy is either lost, or got dragged into socializing* Sheepy: Sherlock: Watson!! Sheepy asked the lost sheep to choose between lost and dragged back into socializing. The lost sheep chose: lost Sheepy: *and Sheepy is lost* Sheepy: Sherlock: There’s someone I need you to check on. Sheepy: Sherlock: They’re a child and they had alcohol. Sheepy: Sherlock: They don’t seem okay. Arsé-kun: Watson: *he’s downstairs in almost record time, except for the fact that his cane was also downstairs.* Sheepy: Sherlock: Hullo! Arsé-kun: Watson: *he takes one look at Har* Abihail’s kid? Put him on the sofa. Sheepy: *Sherlock puts him on the sofa* Sheepy: Sherlock: Apparently they’ve been living in one of the alleys near our old flat. Arsé-kun: Watson: … Poor Abihail. Where are the other two children? Sheepy: Sherlock: They were with me a moment ago… Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he looks back to the door* You two can come in. Sheepy: *the little one enters eagerly. the tall one enters hesitantly.* Arsé-kun: Watson: There you two are. Hello, Mortimer. And hello, Aberthol, have you grown since the last time I’ve seen you? Sheepy: Aberthol: I have! I’ll be taller than Morty one day. Sheepy: Mort: *he looks away* Arsé-kun: Sisi: *people?? people!!! who are you??? hello!!* Sheepy: Aberthol: *DOG!!!!!!!!* Arsé-kun: Sisi: *KID I DONT KNOW!!* Sheepy: Aberthol: *CUTE DOG CUTE DOG I GOTTA PET THE CUTE DOG* Arsé-kun: *Sisi does the butt wiggle* Sheepy: Aberthol: *CUTE!!* Sheepy: Mort: *he looks over but doesn’t comment. Seems like talking isn’t his strong suit.* Sheepy: Sherlock: How is he? Arsé-kun: Watson: Very intoxicated. Thankfully, no alcohol poisoning, though. Sheepy: Sherlock: Thank goodness. Sheepy: Sherlock: Will they be staying with Saint-Germain?? We don’t have any room. Arsé-kun: Watson: I think they’d have to. There’s no other space. Sheepy: Mort: I’ll be fine. Keep them safe. Arsé-kun: Watson: None of that, Mort. You’re staying too. Sheepy: Mort: Fine. Sheepy: Mort: I’ve been handling myself just fine, though. Arsé-kun: Watson: It doesn’t matter. Sheepy: Mort: Why? Arsé-kun: Watson: It’s far safer for you indoors. Sheepy: Mort: *he looks frustrated* Arsé-kun: Watson: … There have been a lot of kidnappings as of late. I wouldn’t want that to happen to you, or your brothers. All right? Sheepy: Mort: Fine. Arsé-kun: Watson: Thank you. Sheepy: Mort: You need to stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong Arsé-kun: Watson: I am a doctor. Your health and safety are my top priorities. Sheepy: Mort: I don’t want people messing in my business and my health and safety are part of my business. Arsé-kun: Watson: … … *he huffs* If you would like to be left alone, you can just say so. Sheepy: Mort: I want to be left alone. Arsé-kun: Watson: Fine. Sheepy: Mort: Har is currently top priority. Focus on him, not me. I assure you that I won’t be top priority in your lifetime. Sheepy: Mort: This is because you’re denying me the ability to demonstrate my skill as an adult and my maturity in difficult situations. Sheepy: Mort: Pops won’t come back until I impress him, wherever he may be. Arsé-kun: Watson: You’re so many levels of wrong that I don’t even know where to start. Sisi is more right than you right now. Arsé-kun: *and sisi just looks up. barks once* Sheepy: Mort: You don’t understand. Sheepy: Mort: Of course you wouldn’t. Sheepy: Mort: You’re just some nosy adult. Sheepy: Mort: You have to keep up the illusion that you’re some good man, and in the process you’re making sure that the man who cares about us, unlike you, doesn’t come back. Arsé-kun: Watson: …. *he leans onto the table, and writes morts name, and then writes ‘delusional?’ on a piece of paper. he also writes down har being drunk as hell, and aberthol being fine* Sheepy: Aberthol: *he is more focused on Sisi* Arsé-kun: Sisi: *he’s still wiggling his butt* Sheepy: Aberthol: *he is petting Sisi* Arsé-kun: *happy doggo* Sheepy: Sherlock:….Wait a minute. Sheepy: Sherlock: I knew we forgot something! Sheepy: Sherlock: Well shoot. Arsé-kun: Watson: Arséne already left without you. Pay attention next time, Sherlock. *he lightly pushes Sherlock. he’s teasing* Sheepy: Sherlock: I was paying attention to you… Sheepy: *Watson gets a phonecall! It’s Sheepy’s number!* Arsé-kun: Watson: *he picks up* Yes? Sheepy: Nyar: *in a hushed tone, as though he’s trying not to wake someone up* Hello Dearie~ Arsé-kun: Watson: oh, for the love of god. Why do you have his phone today? Sheepy: Nyar: I’ve got the kid. I’m holding him hostage. You can only have him back if- *smack* Owowow! That’s my face, Phil! HEYHEY NOT THE EYES- Sheepy: Phil: Hello, Dr. Watson. Arsé-kun: Watson: Hello to you, too. I repeat my question. Sheepy: Phil: He found my home while looking for Lupin. He is currently asleep on my couch. Sheepy: Phil: I apologize for any inconveniences. Arsé-kun: Watson: … Ah. It’s fine. I could have had patients. Oh, wait, I do. Sheepy: Phil: I apologize. Sheepy: Phil: Good luck. Don’t kill them. Arsé-kun: Watson: Thank you..? Sheepy: Phil: Knives to the neck are apparently lethal. I will adjust my behavior accordingly in the future. Sheepy: Phil: Take care not to use your scalpel on their neck. Okay. Good night. Arsé-kun: Watson: …. *he hangs up* Well, all right. Sheepy: Sherlock: Good timing by that masked man as always… Sheepy: Sherlock:…He messed with my head, apparently, but there’s been no difference. Sheepy: Sherlock: I forgot about that. Arsé-kun: Watson: I’ll be calling you delusional next if you keep this up. If it was good timing, Arséne would have been her– But you remembered it. Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh? Arsé-kun: Watson: You remembered something, correctly, and noted that you’d forgotten it. I’m glad to see there has been an improvement. Sheepy: Sherlock: By the way, Watson, you never did the memory test. Arsé-kun: Watson: *he had JUST picked up his cup. he just dropped it. thankfully, it was on the table, and it’s empty* Sheepy: Sherlock: What? Arsé-kun: Watson: You remembered that?! *he sounds genuinely surprised* Sheepy: Sherlock: Uhuh. Arsé-kun: Watson: Then you absolutely have improved. I never thought you’d remember that longer than a day. Sheepy: Sherlock: Why have I improved? It’s been years since the attack, right? Why the sudden change? Arsé-kun: Watson: … Nyar had said he did something. Called it a gift. I’d originally believed he’d been bluffing, as nothing had really changed.. … *he looks a tad annoyed* I need to know what he did and who taught him. Sheepy: Sherlock: You can call him in the morning. Sheepy: Sherlock: I wish I could tell you, but I’ve got no clue. Sheepy: Sherlock: They put me under for it, I’m sure. Sheepy: Sherlock: Ah… right, and… Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arséne] SHDDPU FOJND COME HOME Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arséne] FOUND @ PIERCE’S PLACE SLEEPING THETE GET HIM IN MOTNING Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arséne] NYAR ACTOVE PHIL ACTIVE CALLED ON SHEEPY’S PHONE Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arséne] IN SAFE(?) HABDS IF WITH PIERCE Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arséne] BRIEFLY HEARD VIOLENCE ON OTHER END BUT NYSR WAS VICTIM AND PHIL WAS CULPROT Sheepy: Mort: I’m going home. Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Sherlock] That wasn’t the only reason I went out, but thank you. Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arsene] WHERE ARE YOU Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Sherlock] Doing a solo investigation. I’ll be home soon. Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arsene] GOOD LUCK Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arsene] GOOD LUCK Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Sherlock] THANK YOU, MA CHÉRIE Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arsene] OK I WILL GO BACK TO STANDING HERE NEXT TO WATON I AM CONTRIUBTING A LOT Arsé-kun: Impey: *heee decides he’s not needed here, and disappears off to the realm of the office’s upstairs* Sheepy: Fran: *he’s busy talking to himself* Ugh… I’ve made no breakthrough. I said I was going to have it done by tomorrow… my head hurts. So it’s this, and then I- ow! Arsé-kun: Impey: *he goes and just. sits on the table* I know the chemical solution to this! It’s me. Arsé-kun: Impey: It’s also maybe stopping for a bit? Sheepy: Fran: N-no, I can’t. I can tell I’m close to something here! Arsé-kun: Impey: What have you tried already? Sheepy: Fran: It’s more a case of… what haven’t I tried? Arsé-kun: *Impey picks up, and looks over Fran’s notes. He then looks at Fran’s hands* Arsé-kun: Impey: Nope, definitely time to stop. Sheepy: Fran: B-but I… Arsé-kun: Impey: Your hands, Fran. Sheepy: Fran: It’ll all be finished soon, and then I can take a break. Arsé-kun: Impey: D: Sheepy: Fran: It’s necessary. She won’t be able to live like normal human beings do without it. Arsé-kun: Impey: Hm.. *he leans down and sniffs at the chemicals. impey wants to die. not really. he makes a choking noise* Those are some serious toxins right there. Sheepy: Fran: I know. Arsé-kun: Impey: Have you tried dumping everything together? Sheepy: Fran: No! Arsé-kun: Impey: Better do it! Sheepy: Fran: It sounds dangerous, but… I don’t have any other ideas. Arsé-kun: *and so, Impey does! .. It doesn’t work.* Sheepy: Fran: Oh well. Arsé-kun: Impey: … Sheepy: Fran: ? Sheepy: Fran: By the way, Impey. How are you feeling? I realized that I’ve been… what’s the term… Sheepy: Fran: Ignoring you or brushing you off seems too harsh. Sheepy: Fran: Focused on my work, yes. Arsé-kun: Impey: Oh, I’m okay. A bit peckish, but I can certainly wait. Sheepy: Fran: No, no, I’ll take a break. Arsé-kun: Impey: We should order a pizza. Sheepy: Fran: Huh? Arsé-kun: Impey: *WINK WONK* Sheepy: Fran: Pizza…? But it’s late. Arsé-kun: Impey: …. *he just. dumps the flask he’s holding into another flask, and puts the empty one down* I was being subtle! Sheepy: Fran: Oh. Sheepy: Fran: *he stands and puts his arm out* Sheepy: Fran: I guess I should lock the door, but.. Sheepy: Fran: That would look suspicious. Arsé-kun: Impey: I’ll be quick. Sheepy: Fran: It doesn’t bother me anymore. Arsé-kun: Impey: You don’t mind a longer one, then? Sheepy: Fran: I don’t. Arsé-kun: Impey: Then I should… *he stands behind Fran, and puts an arm around his hips* Probably make sure you don’t fall. Sheepy: Fran: Thank you. Sheepy: Fran: Be careful please. Sheepy: *Fran assumes that Impey doesn’t need his arm and puts it down* Arsé-kun: Van: *he’s outside the room. he had no intention of eavesdropping, but it just sounded so weird. Van decides they took a dance break and goes back to his own business* Sheepy: *yeah you better run van* Arsé-kun: *he doesn’t. he walks* Sheepy: Fran: *he looks like he has something to say but remains quiet* Arsé-kun: Impey: *his picks his head up* Something the matter? Sheepy: Fran: N-no… I’ll ask later. Arsé-kun: Impey: Well, all right… Sheepy: *Fran lets Impey do what he needs to do without incident!* Arsé-kun: Impey: … … *he pulls back* You all right? Sheepy: *Fran seems tired. very tired.* Arsé-kun: Impey: Oooh. Too much? Sheepy: Fran: No, it’s okay… I’m just a little sleepy… Arsé-kun: Impey: *he brings Fran over to the loveseat, and puts him down on it* Now’d be a good time for bed for you, anyway. Sheepy: Fran: *he mumbles something, but his newfound exhaustion makes it sound like gibberish. anyway, time for sleep!* Arsé-kun: Impey: *he slides into Fran’s seat, and picks up his notes. After a considerate amount of time reviewing, he starts experimenting on his own* Sheepy: *Be careful, Impey. those chemicals are dangerous.* Arsé-kun: *He knows. Within an hour, he’s made at least two miniature explosions, one of them is purple now, and no actual progress. Impey does his best* Sheepy: *CARDIA IS HERE!* Sheepy: Cardia: Hello! Is it done yet? … Huh? Arsé-kun: Impey: Hi, Cardia! And no, not yet! Sheepy: Cardia: Oh, okay. Arsé-kun: Impey: … If yer wondering why I’m doing it, I made Fran take a break. He’s been at it for hours.. Sheepy: Cardia: I understand. Sheepy: *timeskip to the morning?* Sheepy: *so it’s morning* Arsé-kun: *arséne has already run out to pick up sheepy* Sheepy: Sherlock: Watson, later today, we should go and visit Harley. Arsé-kun: Watson: Hmm? Of course. Sheepy: Sherlock: I’m scared to go alone, so, uh… Arsé-kun: Watson: Of course I’ll come. Sheepy: Sherlock: Okay. I’ll go ask Mycroft too. Sheepy: Sherlock: And I’ll ask Germain to look after Abihail’s sons. Arsé-kun: Watson: … We should check on them first, though. Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh, right. Arsé-kun: *dudududuud [adam west batman timeskip thing]* Sheepy: Sherlock: How are you three feeling? Arsé-kun: *Har just groans, loudly* Sheepy: Mort: *he gives Sherlock and Watson a nasty, judgmental expression before looking away* Arsé-kun: Har: Don’t talk so loud…! Sheepy: Sherlock: *he lowers his voice* Sorry. Arsé-kun: Har: … Where am I? Sheepy: Sherlock: My flat. Arsé-kun: Har: …. Hoh? Sheepy: Sherlock: Um, I’m Sherlock Holmes. I worked with your father a few times. Arsé-kun: Har: *he sits up and squints at Sherlock* … Oh, yeah, I recognize you. Sheepy: Sherlock: You do? Arsé-kun: Har: Yeah. Sheepy: Sherlock: Well, that’s good. Sheepy: Sherlock: I hope you don’t mind but you’ll be living with our neighbors. Arsé-kun: Har: Anything’s better than the streets! Sheepy: Sherlock: Good, good. Sheepy: *Morty is still glaring at them. stop that morty* Arsé-kun: Har: … What’s up, Morty? You get a croquet needle stuck up there? I’ll want that back. Sheepy: Mort:…! No! Arsé-kun: Har: Then stop looking murderous! Sheepy: Mort: They’re forcing me to stay here. Arsé-kun: Har: Would you rather live off crap from trash cans, Morty? Sheepy: Mort: I want Pops to come back and he won’t until I prove the fact that I’m responsible. Sheepy: Mort: He said it himself! Arsé-kun: Har: Oh, shut up. Methinks a needle went through your skull, instead. Sheepy: Mort: No, he really did! Arsé-kun: Har: And I’m the selkie queen of Ireland. Sheepy: Mort: He said that the responsibility of raising us was too much and unless I stepped up and helped out more, he didn’t know if he could handle it. Arsé-kun: Har: And that part was true, but Morty! I don’t think he got out! Sheepy: Mort: He must have! I know he did! Arsé-kun: Har: This is what drove me to drink, Morty! *he’s kidding according to his facial expression, but serious according to his tone* Sheepy: Mort: First of all, you were stupid to try that, and second of all, you’ve got no clue what you’re talking about. Arsé-kun: Har: Yes, and no! Sheepy: Mort: He got out. Arsé-kun: Har: I hope he did! Sheepy: Mort: He did Sheepy: Mort: I’m confident. Arsé-kun: Har: And I’m Harland. And we’re the Jackson. Sheepy: Mort: What? Arsé-kun: Harland: *he flops back down onto the sofa* Sheepy: Mort: Get some rest. Arsé-kun: Harland: I’d love to. How’s the little guy? Sheepy: Aberthol: I found a cat! Sheepy: Aberthol: And a dog! The dog seems lonely! Arsé-kun: Harland: That’s great. Sheepy: Aberthol: So I pet them both. Sheepy: Mort: Anyway, you better let me out soon. I’m not letting myself be trapped here by some guys who are at most a source of irritation. Sheepy: Sherlock: You’re cutting off your nose to spite your face. Sheepy: Mort: And why should I trust you two? Sheepy: Mort: You’re a forgetful idiot and the doctor next to you is a forgettable idiot. Arsé-kun: Watson: D: Arsé-kun: Germain: Oh, you don’t have to. It is I you’ll be staying with once he’s recovered from his intoxication. Sheepy: Sherlock: You’re not forgettable or an idiot! Arsé-kun: Germain: And that’s fine. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. Arsé-kun: Watson: … Thank you, Sherlock. Sheepy: Mort: I have no obligation to know you. Meaning, we have met once, and that’s as far as it’ll go. Arsé-kun: Germain: Fair enough. Sheepy: Mort: As soon as Har recovers from his sickness, I’m leaving, whether or not they decide to come with me. Arsé-kun: Germain: As you wish. I’m not going to get in your way. I’ll merely give my opinion on what could be in your best interest. Sheepy: Mort: At this point all I’m doing is dragging them down. I am the reason we became homeless. I don’t deserve hospitality, so I won’t accept it. Arsé-kun: Watson: *now may be the time to step out* Sheepy: Sherlock: *agreed* Arsé-kun: *aand they do* Sheepy: Sherlock: How stubborn! Arsé-kun: Watson: Quite. Sheepy: Sherlock: Reminds me of Harley actually. Arsé-kun: Watson: … Good point. Sheepy: Sherlock: I still can’t wrap my brain around why he hates me… Arsé-kun: Watson: Nor can I. Sheepy: Sherlock: But it’s obvious he does, isn’t it? Arsé-kun: Watson: No. Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh? Arsé-kun: Watson: Even after everything he’s said and done, he still pushed you out of the way. Sheepy: Sherlock:…Right… Sheepy: Sherlock: And I’m alive because of it. Arsé-kun: Watson: All three of you are still alive. Sheepy: Sherlock: People usually don’t wake up from comas, and when they do, they’re never the same afterwards. Sheepy: Sherlock: I do my research when I’m scared. Sheepy: Sherlock: If he wakes up… Sheepy: Sherlock: He’s not going to be himself anymore. Sheepy: Sherlock: I’m very scared. Sheepy: Sherlock: He may act nasty to me as often as he can, but… he’s still my family, isn’t he? Arsé-kun: Watson: Absolutely so. Sheepy: Sherlock: So I have to keep him safe. Arsé-kun: Watson: Well, do your best. Sheepy: Sherlock: And if my best isn’t good enough…? Arsé-kun: Watson: Then I trust the hospital staff can pick up the slack. Sheepy: Sherlock: …Okay. Arsé-kun: Watson: Lets fetch Mycroft, shall we? Sheepy: Sherlock: Yeah. Sheepy: *Sherlock goes to Mycroft!* Sheepy: Sherlock: Mycroft! We’re going to visit Harley. Do you want to come? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Oh? I suppose I will, yes. Sheepy: Sherlock: Great! Sheepy: *I guess they go?* Arsé-kun: *Good for them. Impey and Fran time, again* Arsé-kun: Van: …. *he knocks on the door* Are either of you lazy sods getting up today? Sheepy: Fran: *he gets up and gets the door* Sorry, sorry… Arsé-kun: Van: And Cardia is still waiting. Sheepy: Fran: I’m sorry… Sheepy: Fran: I’ve been doing my best… Arsé-kun: Van: Oh, well. *he looks at the table of chemicals* What’s all this, then? Sheepy: Fran: …! Some of that is new! I didn’t do that! Sheepy: Fran: … Ah, right, there’s something I need to discuss with Mycroft… I’ll deal with it after I’ve made what I need to make. Arsé-kun: Van: He just went out. Touch luck, pal. Sheepy: Fran: Darn. Sheepy: Fran: It’s important too. Arsé-kun: Van: Write it down? Sheepy: Fran: No, no, I don’t need to. Arsé-kun: Van: Okay. Sheepy: Fran: I’ll remember. Arsé-kun: Van: *he steps in, moves to the desk, and looks over the paperwork, even adjusting his glasses as he does. he calmly puts the papers down, and looks at Fran* I have no idea what any of that said. Sheepy: Fran: It.. uh… Sheepy: Fran: Well, I don’t expect you too. Arsé-kun: Van: I understood like, two words. Sheepy: Fran: Understandable. Arsé-kun: Van: Translate it. Sheepy: Fran: It’s not important. Arsé-kun: Van: Then at least tell me what all this is? Sheepy: Fran: Results of my experiments. Arsé-kun: Van: Ah. Arsé-kun: Van: …. Are you going to just stand here? Or are you going to get your dance partner so we can have something edible in the building? Sheepy: Fran: D-dance partner? Arsé-kun: Van: I walked past the room last night. Sheepy: Fran: No, no, you misunderstand. Sheepy: Fran: I was hit with a fit of dizziness and he was trying to help. Arsé-kun: Van: … Is that what it was? Sheepy: Fran: Yes. Sheepy: Fran: I haven’t been keeping good care of myself over the past few days. Arsé-kun: Van: God damn it, Fran. Sheepy: Fran: I’ll be fine. I just need to figure out how to help her… Sheepy: Fran: I think I’m on to something. Arsé-kun: Van: Well, okay. Sheepy: Fran: Besides, she’s looking forqard to it, and… Sheepy: Fran: …It’s my fault. I’ve committed an unforgivable sin. Arsé-kun: Van: Is it getting up after ten? Sheepy: Fran: It’s that late already? Sheepy: Fran: I didn’t know… Sheepy: Fran: Do I wake up Impey? Sheepy: Fran: He may need the sleep… Arsé-kun: Van: Edible food, though. Sheepy: Fran: Oh dear… Sheepy: Fran: His sleep schedule is very important… but everyone going without food is also bad… Sheepy: Fran: Maybe we could try cooking? Arsé-kun: Van: …… Ok Sheepy: Fran: You know how to cook, right? Sheepy: Fran: I don’t know how to. Arsé-kun: Van: Not at all. Sheepy: Fran: Oh no… Sheepy: Fran: Well, um… we could go out? Arsé-kun: Van: This early? Sheepy: Fran: Well, none of us can cook. Sheepy: Fran: Wait… Sheepy: Fran: No, that won’t work, nevermind. Sheepy: Iris: Abby! Franny! Sheepy: Fran:? Sheepy: Iris: I was going to make breakfast. Did you want any? Sheepy: Fran: *he looks to Van* Arsé-kun: Van: Yes, please. Sheepy: Iris: Okay! sheep: *Iris goes to make food.* Arsé-kun: Van: Well, I guess we don’t need him after all sheep: Fran: I guess so… Arsé-kun: Van: Are we leaving him? sheep: Fran: He needs to sleep. Arsé-kun: Van: Well, ok. Sheepy: Fran: He was up late, I think. Sheepy: Fran: Where is everyone else, anyway? It’s so empty as compared to usual… Arsé-kun: Van: Went out, I think. Sheepy: Fran: Oh… Arsé-kun: Van: …. It’s quiet. … A first. Sheepy: Fran: Too quiet. Arsé-kun: Van: Is it? Sheepy: Fran: Yeah… Arsé-kun: Van: At least no one is dead. Sheepy: Fran: True. Arsé-kun: *it’s awkward for a minute* Sheepy: Fran: Hopefully Harley hasn’t. Arsé-kun: Van: … Oh. Right. Sheepy: Fran: We have to wait and see. Sheepy: Fran: Until then… Sheepy: Fran: Are you feeling okay since they experimented on you? Arsé-kun: Van: …. Mostly, yes. Sheepy: Fran: Mostly? Sheepy: Fran: I don’t mean to pry, I just want to make sure you’re okay. Arsé-kun: Van: …. I’m trusting you with this. Don’t tell anyone I said this, but… No, I’m really not. Sheepy: Fran: I won’t tell anyone. Arsé-kun: Van: … I’ve gotten three hours of sleep in the last three days. Sheepy: Fran: Wh-what? Sheepy: Fran: I’m so sorry… Arsé-kun: Van: It’s fine. Not your fault. Ever since I got out of the hospital, I’ve barely been able to sleep. I don’t know why. Sheepy: Fran: Huh… Sheepy: Fran: Are you feeling stressed or worried? Sudden violent impulses? Arsé-kun: Van: All of it. *he takes his glasses off, and starts cleaning them* I’ve kept it under control, but I don’t know why it’s happening. Sheepy: Fran: It’s the experimentation they did on you. I won’t pry about what the painful memory you have is, but… they’ve set your mind up to replay whatever it is. You may be blocking out most of it, which is good, because otherwise you’d be like the grunts. Sheepy: Fran: I don’t know how to fix it and I doubt you can just… get over whatever the memory is. Arsé-kun: Van: … … It barely plays anymore, though. Sheepy: Fran: Hmm… Sheepy: Fran: I don’t know then. Sheepy: Fran: They never experimented on me so I can’t really relate. Sheepy: Fran: I do feel fearful they may target me again. Maybe it’s that? Arsé-kun: Van: Maybe.. Sheepy: Fran: Please be very careful. Arsé-kun: Van: Right. … Thanks. Sheepy: Fran: Actually… one more thing.. Arsé-kun: Van: What? Sheepy: Fran: I guess this isn’t really related, but… it’s about what they were having me do for them. Arsé-kun: Van: Oh. Go ahead. Sheepy: Fran: They… well, they were trying to make me create the philosopher’s stone. Sheepy: Fran: To put in one of their experiments they deemed worthy. Arsé-kun: Van: …… I don’t know what that is. Sheepy: Fran: The ultimate source of power. Sheepy: Fran: It was said to be a myth. Arsé-kun: Van: It’s about as real as ghosts, isn’t it? Sheepy: Fran: Isaac Beckford came to me and requested assistance in creating it. In return, I’d be given housing. Sheepy: Fran: And, well… a premature form of it is now in Cardia’s chest. Sheepy: Fran: What I’m tying to say is, please be careful, because they may decide that you’re a good host, and I don’t know if they could salvage anything of use from the substances I made, but… Sheepy: Fran: It’d be bad if they did. Arsé-kun: Van: …. …. I got it. Sheepy: Fran: Um… if you start feeling like you need someone to talk to, also, I’ll listen. Arsé-kun: Van: …. All right. Thank you, Victor. Arsé-kun: *rank ku ha!* Sheepy: Fran: No problem. Sheepy: Fran: No problem. Sheepy: Iris: *she arrives with food! it’s waffles.* Here you go! … Franny, what’re you still wearing gloves for? You can’t use utensils with those. Arsé-kun: Van: … What’s stopping him? Sheepy: Fran:…Um, I’d rather not… Sheepy: Fran: I’ll manage. Arsé-kun: Impey: *he comes downstairs, yawning* Mornin’, everyone! Arsé-kun: Van: Well, there went our quiet. Arsé-kun: Impey: Hey! You jerk, take that back! Arsé-kun: *Van just smirks and turns to his food. Impey is Ignored™* Sheepy: Fran: Good morning Sheepy: Iris: Oh! Good morning, Barby! Arsé-kun: Impey: Who cooked? It smells delicious! Sheepy: Iris: I did! Arsé-kun: Impey Good job, Iris! *he pats her head and leans on the arm of Fran’s chair* Sheepy: *Iris looks proud!* Sheepy: Fran: How are you feeling? Arsé-kun: Impey: I’m good! You? Sheepy: Fran: I’m better. Arsé-kun: Impey: Good, good! Sheepy: Iris: Do you want any? Arsé-kun: Impey: Yes, please! Sheepy: *Impey gets waffles* Arsé-kun: *hooray!* Arsé-kun: *so everyone eats!* Sheepy: *yay* Sheepy: *fran helps with cleanup and goes back to science* Arsé-kun: *impey follows him back* Sheepy: Fran: I can just… feel it. Arsé-kun: Impey: So can I! *he lightly touches the beaker* Sheepy: Fran: Hahaha. Sheepy: *Fran does science things. He puts the solution on a piece of fabric, and then what appears to be blood? The fabric doesn’t melt!* Sheepy: Fran: It’s working…. it’s working! Arsé-kun: Impey: You did it!! Sheepy: *Fran’s joy surpasses that of a child getting what they wished for on christmas* Arsé-kun: *Impey manages to pass THAT, picking up Fran when he’s put everything down* Sheepy: *Fran would normally be flustered by this. he’s too happy to be* Arsé-kun: *and Van comes to see what the yelling is about* Sheepy: Fran: It’s working, Van! Arsé-kun: Van: Oh, you did it? Sheepy: Fran: Yes… Arsé-kun: Van: I’ll go pass it on, then. Sheepy: Fran: Now I just need to poison proof everything… Arsé-kun: Impey: Everything? That seems like a lot of work.. Sheepy: Fran: At least utensils, clothes, a pillow case, and a blanket. Arsé-kun: Impey: Oh, all right. We can do that, yeah. Sheepy: Fran: We need to. Sheepy: Cardia: You did it?! Arsé-kun: Impey: Fran did it! *he puts Fran down* Sheepy: Cardia: I’ll be able to sleep! Sheepy: Fran: I’ll get to work on making more and poison proofing everything! Sheepy: Fran: Do you know when Mycroft will be back? Sheepy: Cardia: No, he’s visiting his brother. Arsé-kun: Impey: So he probably won’t be back for a while.. sheep: Fran: That’s unfortunate. Arsé-kun: Impey: Oh, well! Arsé-kun: *MEANWHILE* Sheepy: Sheepy: They had an octopus named Cthulhu… we should get one! Arsé-kun: Arséne: We just got a rabbit. No. Sheepy: Sheepy: Awwww… Arsé-kun: Arséne: Hm, hm, should we do some investigating of our own before we return home? Sheepy: Sheepy: Good idea. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Excellent! Where shall we begin? Sheepy: Sheepy: Where we were going last night. Arsé-kun: Arséne: An excellent idea. Sheepy: Sheepy: Where did you go anyway? I was worried about you. And then I got worried that you intentionally ditched me… Arsé-kun: Arséne: Sherlock and I had to stop and help some kids. Sheepy: Sheepy: Oh, okay. Sheepy: Sheepy: I was lonely and Phil terrifies me. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Very sorry. Sheepy: Sheepy: There was bloodshed. Sheepy: Sheepy: And screaming. Sheepy: Sheepy: Please don’t leave me alone again. Sheepy: *Sheepy starts heading the wrong way… idiot.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: Not that way, Sheepy. Sheepy: *Sheepy heads the right way * Arsé-kun: *Arséne follows him* Sheepy: *so they get to their destination.* Sheepy: Sheepy:..So Phil and Nyar have a parrot, right. And Nyar taught it how to imitate a baby crying.. oh,we’re here! Sheepy: Sheepy: Finally! Sheepy: Sheepy: This is where Tom had his store, right? Arsé-kun: Arséne: I believe so, yes. Sheepy: Sheepy: So now we just need to find evidence related to him. Sheepy: Sheepy: And Byrd… Sheepy: Tom: its cold Arsé-kun: Arséne: Would you like us to make you a sweater later, Tom? Sheepy: Tom: im scared Arsé-kun: Arséne: I’ll take that as a yes. Sheepy: Tom: hes near Arsé-kun: Arséne: … You’re creeping me out again. Sheepy: Tom: its the only way Arsé-kun: Arséne: .. If you say so. Sheepy: Tom: dont trust him Arsé-kun: Arséne: … Sheepy, shall we get looking? Sheepy: Sheepy: Yeah! Sheepy: *Sheepy looks around* Arsé-kun: *It’s mostly rubble and shit, Sheepy. What are you gonna do?* Sheepy: Sheepy: Tom, do you see anything? Sheepy: Tom: dont hurt me Sheepy: Sheepy: Guess not. Sheepy: Sheepy: He never dealt with the rubble… huh. Sheepy: *anyway they investigate. exciting* Arsé-kun: *they find! a lot of rubble and ashes and burnt crap* Sheepy: Sheepy: Not much here.. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Have you found anything? I haven’t. Sheepy: Sheepy: Not yet. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Hm.. Maybe we should have brought others.. Sheepy: Sheepy: There’s too much to look at. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Yeah. Lets fold our hand for now. There will be time to investigate more closely. Sheepy: Tom: burn burn burn Arsé-kun: Arséne: … It’ll let Tom calm down, as well. Sheepy: Tom: go to your friend ill handle it just stay away Sheepy: Tom: ill be ok Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he looks a little creeped out* Yeah, it’s time to go. Sheepy: Sheepy: Maybe we can bring the scruffy man or Sherlock next time. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Monsieur Jason? Sheepy: Sheepy: Yeah. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I’ll call him tomorrow. Sheepy: Sheepy: Okay. Sheepy: Tom: he’s coming Arsé-kun: Arséne: Ominous. Sheepy: Tom: it missed anything important so stay calm and just breathe in breatge out breathe in breathe out breath in breath… in? out? cant breathe Sheepy: Sheepy: Tom you’re scaring me. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Now you know how I feel. Sheepy: Sheepy: It usually doesn’t bug me. Arsé-kun: *arsene and sheepy decide to Leave* Sheepy: *Tom is happy to go home* Arsé-kun: Impey: – And we put it on every doorknob, just in case! Sheepy: Sheepy: Eh? Sheepy: Sheepy: What’re you guys talking about? Arsé-kun: Impey: Oh, welcome back! Fran finished the thingy for Cardia! Sheepy: Sheepy: Oh. Sheepy: Sheepy: We went to investigate something. Arsé-kun: *arsene sits down at his desk. the usual* Sheepy: Sheepy: What should we do? Sheepy: Sheepy: Tom is quiet and it’s worrying me. Do you think he’s sleeping? Arsé-kun: Arséne: It’s possibly. Sheepy: Sheepy: Huh. Sheepy: Sheepy: *he puts Tom near Pepper and sits down* Arsé-kun: Pepper: *sniiiiff* Sheepy: Tom:… Sheepy: Tom: …….. Sheepy: Tom: bunbunbun Sheepy: Sheepy: He’s okay. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I’m glad. Sheepy: Sheepy: Sherlock and Watson are still out? They’re sure taking their time. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Mycroft, as well. He went with them, I’ve been informed. Sheepy: Sheepy: When will they be back? Arsé-kun: Finis: I would like to know that, as well. *he’s leaning on the doorframe, a dictionary under his arm* Sheepy: Iris: When will Daddy come home? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Unfortunately, I do not know. *he pauses* Since everyone is grouped up like this, now would be an optimal time for a notes update. Sheepy: Sheepy:? Arsé-kun: Arséne: … Or as you like to call, “Arséne talks for a solid hour.” Sheepy: Sheepy: Nooooo!!!

[badlydrawnstuff]

Det. AU Part 6

Sheepy: Nyarly: ...Anyway. If you want any information about Twilight, we know a lot about it. Sheepy: Nyarly: I am sure your group has a reason to hate it after the events of yesterday. Sheepy: Nyarly: And I'm very willing to assist you in taking it down. Arsé-kun: Van: Offer accepted. Sheepy: Nyarly: I can probably answer any question. If I can't, Phil can. Arsé-kun: Van: The fastest way to ruin everything for them. Sheepy: Nyarly: Hmm. Sheepy: Phil: Take down the leader. Sheepy: Nyarly: We can't do that. Arsé-kun: Van: Why not? Sheepy: Nyarly: You remember how Watson shot me? Arsé-kun: Van: And you're still standing, yes. Sheepy: Nyarly: Same result will occur if you go after the leader. Sheepy: Nyarly: Besides. Sheepy: Nyarly: He might be the leader of Twilight, but he's an idiot Arsé-kun: Van: So could we goad him into killing himself..? Sheepy: Nyarly: In theory, yes.

Sheepy: Phil: Azathoth is bright when it comes to being a leader of an evil organisation, but when it comes to anything else he's lacking. Sheepy: Phil: He's also only doing this for his amusement. Sheepy: Phil: If he becomes bored enough, he'll ditch Twilight all together and let it destroy itself. Sheepy: Phil: ...That is my guess. Sheepy: Sheepy: Isn't that a Lovecraft? Arsé-kun: Germain: He came far before the writer. I can name two others who also did. Sheepy: Sheepy: Well, Nyar is probably short for Nyarlathotep. Sheepy: Sheepy: If someone he knows is named Azathoth. Arsé-kun: Germain: And then we have Nodens. Sheepy: Sheepy: So Phil is Nodens??? Arsé-kun: Germain: A lot is suddenly explained, isn't it? Sheepy: Sheepy: So, wait... Sheepy: Sheepy: Nyar is the son of the head of Twilight? Arsé-kun: Impey: That's the first thing said that I've understood! Can you two speak english? Sheepy: Sheepy: In the Lovecraftian mythos, Azathoth is an elder god titled "The Idiot god"... He had one son named Nyarlathotep, the god of a thousand faces. Sheepy: Sheepy: Basically, of Azathoth's descendents, Nyarlathotep was the only one with actual intelligence behind his ruthless actions. The rest were just beast-like. Sheepy: Sheepy: Cthulhu is an example. Arsé-kun: Impey: So, wait. You're tellin' me this guy *he gestures to Nyar* is some sorta octopus thing? Sheepy: Nyarly: Wow, that Lovecraft guy sure had an imagination. Arsé-kun: *Arséne is quietly listening. Finally, Sheepy's knowledge of Mythos has come in handy. Also featuring: What the fuck.* Sheepy: Nyarly: Also, you think I'm some tentacle monster? Arsé-kun: Impey: Well, with a title like god of a thousand faces, you ain't gonna be normal! Sheepy: Phil: According to Naoya, tentacle monsters are most prominent in hentai. Basically, you are implying that Nyar is a hentai correct? Sheepy: Nyarly:...Phil... Do, do you know what that is? Sheepy: Phil:...? Arsé-kun: *Impey tries not to laugh. Watson looks horrified in the background* Arsé-kun: Arséne: I fear the answer... Why did Naoya tell you that? Sheepy: Phil: Because Nyar was watching something that reminded Naoya of it, and I asked him what a hentai was. Arsé-kun: Arséne: A far better answer than I'd been expecting. Sheepy: Phil: I see. So, what's a hentai? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Not being discussed around children. .... Impey can tell you later. Sheepy: Phil: I trust that you will explain later. Arsé-kun: Impey: W-wait, why me?? Sheepy: Phil: Because you know, I'm sure. Sheepy: Nyarly:...Anyway. Sheepy: Nyarly: Now that we've finished discussing this, I hope all of us have come to the conclusion that the best way of taking down Twilight is making Azathoth bored. Arsé-kun: Arséne: So don't confront Twilight at all? Sheepy: Nyarly: I guess. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Easy enough. Sheepy: Nyarly: Just go about you're daily lives for a while. Sheepy: Nyarly: We'll deal his targets. Sheepy: *Phil is eyeing Finis and Cardia but doesn't comment* Arsé-kun: Finis: ... May I help you? Sheepy: Phil: Be careful. Arsé-kun: Finis: We will. Thank you. Sheepy: Phil: Nyar might be put off by the fact that you two are young, but if you are captured by Twilight, I will have to eliminate the threat. You will not be yourself if they get ahold of you. Arsé-kun: Finis: ... I understand. If the case one of us will be captured, I will allow it to be myself. Sheepy: Phil: Good. Sheepy: Phil: We'll be going now. Arsé-kun: Kazuya: Sh-should we come, too..? Sheepy: Phil: Do you want to? Sheepy: Phil: I'm just going home. Arsé-kun: Maki: It'd be best if we did travel with you.. Sheepy: Nyarly: I haven't slept in a real bed for a loooong while. I'm coming too. Sheepy: Naoya: I suddenly don't want to go home... Arsé-kun: Kazuya: Phiiil! When we get home, can you make hot cocoa again?! Sheepy: Phil: I can. Sheepy: Sheepy:...So wait, Saint-Germain, you've known Nyarlathotep this entire time and never told me? Sheepy: Sheepy: I thought we were friends. Arsé-kun: Germain: That's not something I can just share, you know. Sheepy: Sheepy: Are you a Lovecraft character? Arsé-kun: Germain: Fortunately not! Sheepy: Sheepy: How did you meet them? Arsé-kun: Germain: It's far too late for a story this lengthy. Sheepy: Sheepy: Well, okay. Tell me tomorrow Sheepy: Sheepy: I have to know! Arsé-kun: Germain: Fine. Sheepy: Sheepy: Great! Sheepy: Sheepy: I'm excited! Sheepy: Sheepy: I'm going to go to bed early tonight so tomorrow happens sooner. Sheepy: *so I guess maybe they go to bed?* Arsé-kun: *hooray!* Sheepy: *Tom is chattering like usual. Who cares. Anyway, there's a knock at the door. You've got a client Arséne!* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he lightly paps Tom's face* Come in! Sheepy: *A tall, brown-haired man donning a leather jacket enters the doorway. He's got a motorcycle helmet under his arm.* Sheepy: Motorcyclist: Hey, you're a detective, right? You solve theft and all that? Even theft you'd consider minor? Arsé-kun: Arséne: That is correct. Do sit down. Sheepy: *The motorcyclist sits down at the table* Sheepy: Motorcyclist: Alright, Chief. I'll go through the details quickly so you can start doing your part ASAP. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he flips his notepad to a new page* Go on. Sheepy: Motorcyclist: Long story short, a memento of my late brother was stolen from me. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he nods. go on* Sheepy: Motorcyclist: I've got a picture of it. Sheepy: Motorcyclist: *he passes his phone to Arséne. It's a little brown sheep toy! It's scruffy looking like the motorcyclist... but other than its color and five-o-clock shadow, it's basically just Tom.* Sheepy: Motorcyclist: He made it for me and I want to beat the face in of whoever stole it. Of course, who that person is, I've got no clue. That's where you come in, Chief. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... *he pauses, and looks at Tom, before looking back* ... Would your brother's name be Tom? Sheepy: Motorcyclist: Yeah, why? Sheepy: Motorcyclist: Did you know him or somethin'? Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he nods, and frowns* Yes, that is correct. Sheepy: Motorcyclist: He had a similar one based on himself. White, bow tie, missing eye. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he looks at Tom again* Sounds familiar. Sheepy: Tom: woah Sheepy: Motorcyclist: Enough of that, though. I need to get it back. I won't forgive myself if I don't. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Of course, of course. Might I get your name? Sheepy: Motorcyclist: Jason Brom Grimm. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he nods, and writes all of this down* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he grabs Tom, and places him on the desk without a word. Here he is* Sheepy: Jason: Wait, where did you get this?! Arsé-kun: Arséne: My son found it years ago. I'd gladly return it to you, but he'd be heartbroken if it went missing.. Sheepy: Jason: Everything he made was destroyed... I thought what he made for me was the only surviving piece of him. Sheepy: Jason: I won't take it from you. Sheepy: Jason: He'd be overjoyed if he heard that it fell in the hands of a loving child. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Well, either way.. *he picks Tom up again, and deposits him in front of Jason* Sheepy: Jason: *he picks it up gently* It's been held with such care. I don't see- Sheepy: Tom: aaaaaa Arsé-kun: Arséne: *snrk* Sheepy: Jason:?! Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he grabs the Tom Case File and updates it with Important Information* Tom, that's not a hello. Be proper. Sheepy: Tom: hey Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he doesn't look up from writing* Your brother's a ghost possessing his own toy, and has been for years. He's got memory issues, as well. Sheepy: Jason: W-wait... what?! Sheepy: Jason:...Well, I guess that confirms it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he looks up* His death? Or..? Sheepy: Jason: A body was never found. He just... went missing one day. Arsé-kun: Arséne: He's most certainly dead. *he passes the case file over to Jason* Here's what I have about it so far. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... And Sheepy, I know you're eavesdropping. Your shadow is on the stairs. Sheepy: Jason: *he begins reading through it* ... So, that man did him in... Sheepy: Sheepy: It's not eavesdropping if you're obvious about it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... "That man?" Do you happen to know more? Sheepy: Jason: I do. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Do we have the time to discuss this now, or shall we wait? Sheepy: Jason: He approached us one day as Tom was talking about how he wanted to help homeless children the best way he knew how - making stuffed animals. We didn't have much money. Most of it was spent on the medical costs from when some punk put Tom's eye out in a fight. The thug was threatening some child. Fortunately, the kid made it out safe. Anyway... Sheepy: Jason: He offered Tom a loan. Said he had as much time as he needed to pay it back, no interest. Sheepy: Jason: Tom was desperate. He took it. Arsé-kun: *Arséne writes this all down. Germain is eavesdropping. you twat* Sheepy: Jason: He opened up a store and handmade these toys. Once he had the money to pay back the loan, he thought, the rest would go to charity and eating the costs for the materials. Sheepy: Jason: Of course the man was lying. He started demanding the money back. It was putting a lot of stress on Tom, understandably... Sheepy: Jason: He started to get distant. One day, he left a note saying that he was going to talk to... Byrd or whatever his name was. Won't matter what his name is once I get my revenge. Sheepy: Jason: He never came back. Sheepy: Jason: There was a fire. Sheepy: Jason: Everything he built up was lost. People eventually forgot about him and went on their way. Sheepy: *Tom has gone silent, like he's hanging on every word* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he shakes his head* Horrible. ... Either way, thank you. I will gladly assist you now. Sheepy: Jason: *he looks pained* ...Thanks, Chief. Sheepy: Jason: You think maybe that Byrd guy stole it? Arsé-kun: Arséne: It's possible, but why would he steal something years later..? Sheepy: Tom: surviving evidence Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... A fair point. Sheepy: Tom: i don't remember any of this but you seem familiar Sheepy: Tom: right you remind me of diego Sheepy: Jason:...Well, you may remember me eventually. I hope... Sheepy: Tom: or maybe diego reminds me of you Sheepy: Tom: hmmm Sheepy: Sheepy: I can't believe Tom was a big burly gang member when he was alive. Sheepy: Tom: woah Sheepy: Tom: now im cute and lovable Sheepy: Jason: Where was he found, Chief? Sheepy: Jason: Maybe we can look there. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Tom was found in the snow outside.. Sheepy: Jason:...I see. That's vague. Sheepy: Jason: I'm guessing you don't know where exactly. Arsé-kun: Aréne: I don't. Sheepy: Jason: The best we can do right now is hunt for the toy itself. Sheepy: Tom: tom tracker activate Sheepy: Tom: baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Arsé-kun: Arséne: .... How is that going for you? Sheepy: Tom: i did it Sheepy: Tom: i found the tom Sheepy: Tom: it was inside of me all along Sheepy: Tom: if you believe in yourself you cam accomplish anything. i believe you can do anything you put your mind to. go out there. find the toy Arsé-kun: Arséne: How helpful. Sheepy: Tom: if nobody believes in you it means everyone has given up on you Sheepy: Tom: but ill never give up on you Sheepy: Sheepy: It's okay Tom. I've already given up on myself. Arsé-kun: Tom: no, I have zero life skills Arsé-kun: Tom: hello, im dead Arsé-kun: Tom: actually I'm Tom Arsé-kun: Tom: I'm Tom the sheep. Sheepy: Tom: i said beep beep im a sheep beep beep im a sheep Sheepy: Jason: I learned a lot more than I was expecting by coming here, but... you better help me find it, Chief. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I absolutely will. We'd better get started. Sheepy: Jason: Great, thanks. Sheepy: *Jason gets up* Arsé-kun: Arséne: I'll meet you outside. I just need to tell the neighbor I'm leaving. Sheepy: Jason: Alright. Sheepy: *Jason leaves* Arsé-kun: *And so, Arséne goes One (1) room over, and heads upstairs* Sheepy: Sherlock: *he quickly looks over at Arséne, sitting up some as he does, as though he's startled by him entering. His expression changes to a tired one. He kind of just lies back down in a slump* ...what? Arsé-kun: Arséne: I wanted to see how you were.. I'm going out for a case. Sheepy: Sherlock: ...okay. *he looks away. Wow Sherlock you're really not in the mood for socializing* Arsé-kun: Arséne: .... Just... Take care of yourself, okay? Sheepy: Sherlock: I'm fine... Arsé-kun: Arséne: .... If you're not up by the time I'm home, I'll take up all of the space on that tiny bed. All of it. Sheepy: Sherlock: *he lets out a sigh but doesn't respond* Arsé-kun: Arséne: .... .... I'll see you later. *he leaves. Wilson runs in right before the door is closed. Oh, no. What a shame.* Sheepy: *Sherlock doesn't comment on Arséne leaving. r00d* Arsé-kun: *and Arséne goes straight outside* Sheepy: *but now that that's dealt wiyh arsene you can have happy fun times wiyj tom and jason!* Arsé-kun: *YAY* Sheepy: Tom: hi Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oh? You're coming with us? Sheepy: Tom: yes Sheepy: Tom: im the brains of the suit Sheepy: Tom: you're the suit Arsé-kun: Arséne: I feel like my intelligence is being insulted.. Sheepy: Tom: the alpha-sheep is the smartest Sheepy: Jason: I'll take you to where I saw it last. Arsé-kun: Arséne: All right. Sheepy: Jason: *He leads Arséne to their destination. It doesn't seem like the best part of town...* Sheepy: *rather than being approached by thugs, Jason is rushed by a bunch of children! Based on their clothes, they aren't well to do...* Sheepy: *Jason pulls them into a bear hug.* Sheepy: Short Kid: Hey, who's da wealthy lookin' man?! Oooh! Igetit, Igetit! You threatened them inta helping us, right, right? Sheepy: Older Kid: No, stupid! You don't get money from threatening people! Isn't that what he always says? Sheepy: Jason: Actually, he's a detective. He's here to help me with something. Sheepy: Short Kid: Detective?! I wanna play detective! Sheepy: Jason:...Alright. Have you seen this recently? Sheepy: *Jason shows off the picture of the Jason Sheep* Sheepy: Older Kid: A big, scary lookin' man had it! He was lanky and had an evil eye! Sheepy: Short Kid: Aaaand he had a bird mask! And some sorta cloak! We stayed away from him. Sheepy: Jason:...Thank you. You've helped a lot. Sheepy: Short Kid: Good luck finding the thing! Sheepy: Jason: *the children scatter after he passes out food* Alright, Chief. We know where to go now. Sheepy: Tom: this is really familiar. ive done this before. Sheepy: Tom: im feeling a little sick... Arsé-kun: Arséne: ..... Do you do this often? Sheepy: Jason: As often as I can. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Hmm... Sheepy: Jason: Why do you ask? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Merely curious, that's all! sheep: Jason: Oh, okay. sheep: Jason: Anyway, let's go look around and see what we can find. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Wise plan. You can lead. sheep: *Jason, Arsene, and Tom hunt for Byrd.* Arsé-kun: *Do they find anything?* Sheepy asked the lost sheep to choose betwen yes and no. The lost sheep chose: no Arsé-kun: *nope.* Sheepy: Jason:...Well, I still feel like I've accomplished a lot today. Sheepy: Jason: Thanks, Chief. Please keep trying to solve Tom's death. I've got a bone to pick with Byrd. Arsé-kun: Arséne: De rien. I most certainly will. Just keep him alive- He can't be arrested if he is dead. Sheepy: Jason: Right... Arsé-kun: Arséne: And committing a murder does not make you better than him, even if it's "right". .. Well, I'd best get going, then. Sheepy: Jason: You're right. Sheepy: Jason: Safe travels. I need to get my motorcycle from your place, actually. Sheepy: Jason: So I'll be following you, actually. Arsé-kun: *they go back!!* Sheepy: *Jason gets his motorcycle and Leaves* Sheepy: *Tom is pretty quiet.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he leaves Tom alone. Tom needs some time for himself* Sheepy: *Tom appreciates this* Arsé-kun: Arséne: I'm hoooome! Sheepy: Sheepy: Who is this stranger? Sheepy: Sheepy: I can't believe some strange man thinks that my detective agency is his home Sheepy: Sheepy: Anyway, how did it go? Arsé-kun: Arséne: No success today, but I've certainly learned more about the area. Sheepy: Sheepy: Really? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Really. .. I've been reminded of something I used to do. I don't remember why it stopped.. Sheepy: Sheepy: What was it? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Do you think I'm just going to tell you? Sheepy: Sheepy: Yeah. Sheepy: Sheepy: Unless... it's something bad? Sheepy: Sheepy: You sick monster... I can't believe you. Sheepy: Sheepy: Disgusting, absolutely disgusting. You did that? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Ha, ha. I suppose I'll just have to show you later tonight. Sheepy: Sheepy: *he seems excited!* Sheepy: Iris: Oh, Luppie! You've returned! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Yes, I have. Have I missed anything important..? Sheepy: Iris: Depends on what you consider to be important. Arsé-kun: Arséne: You're downstairs. It must be. Sheepy: Iris: I'm downstairs for Sisi. Holmsies said last week he was going to help with my new invention but he's yet to come downstairs. Sheepy: Sheepy: Maybe the bed ate him. Arsé-kun: Arséne: He's not feeling well, I believe. Pardon me. *he heads upstairs, and knocks on Sherlock's door* Sheepy: Sherlock:...It's open. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he enters* You still haven't moved. Sheepy: Sherlock: I haven't. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Do you know what that means? Sheepy: Sherlock: What? Arsé-kun: *arsene sits down on the edge of the bed* Arsé-kun: Arséne: I said I'd take the space over. Sheepy: Sherlock: ? Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he leans back on Sherlock a little* Have you moved at all..? Sheepy: Sherlock: Just to pet Wilson. Arsé-kun: Arséne: And you haven't eaten at all? Sheepy: Sherlock: So...no, I haven't. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Well, here. I picked this up for you. *he hands Sherlock an apple* Sheepy: Sherlock:...Why? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Well, it's sweet.. Just like you! Sheepy: Sherlock: Thanks... Arsé-kun: Arséne: What's with the face? I didn't bring you a crab apple to match your mood. Crabby. Sheepy: Sherlock: Haven't slept... Arsé-kun: Arséne: Well, you'd better get on that, too. Sheepy: Sherlock: I haven't been able to Arsé-kun: Arséne: Not for long. *he gets up* I'll be right back. Eat your apple, Sherlock Sheepy: Sherlock:...Okay. Arsé-kun: *Arséne leaves, and returns with Wag, who is put down next to Sherlock* Sheepy: *Sherlock starts petting Wag* Arsé-kun: *Wag purrs and starts kneading the blankets. cat cat cat cat* Sheepy: Sherlock: *good* Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he sits down next to Sherlock again* Sheepy: Sherlock:...Thank you. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Quite welcome. Would you like me to stay? Sheepy: Sherlock: Yeah. Sheepy: Sherlock: ...How'd it go? Sheepy: Sherlock: And... how is Mycroft doing? Arsé-kun: Arséne: He's doing better. Sheepy: Sherlock: I'm glad. Sheepy: Sherlock: This... whole thing made me realize. Sheepy: Sherlock: Without my friends, I really am helpless, aren't I? Sheepy: Sherlock: Sure, when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, I'll do just fine... But, he jumped us. If I'm some "great detective", how come I didn't realize he was there? Arsé-kun: Arséne: It happens. Not everything goes well. Sheepy: Sherlock: It's not a matter of things going well or not. Sheepy: Sherlock: That masked man only showed up when I was shot at. He made a scene about it and the gunner left... he didn't attempt to do anything before that. Sheepy: Sherlock: Harley might die... the masked man is acting all buddy-buddy and I can't trust him. Sheepy: Sherlock: He knows where Harley is and could easily kill him if he pleased. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Well, when you put it that way.. Sheepy: Sherlock: Think about it like this. Just a few moments before this, the masked man was trying to kill us. He tortured me. Then, he says that he has to help Phil, whose problems could be dealt with through a hospital. I'm shot at and he dissuades the shooter from shooting a second time, making him a protector or savior... Sheepy: Sherlock: Don't you think that's strange? Sheepy: Sherlock: He's plotting something... I don't like it. Phil's probably in on it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Hm... ... Well, no use dwelling on it right now. Sheepy: Sherlock:...It's hard not to, but I guess so. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... In other news, why was I never informed about the homeless children on baker? Sheepy: Sherlock:...Huh? Sheepy: Sherlock: Homeless children...? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oh, so you don't either.. Sheepy: Sherlock: No, I don't... Arsé-kun: Arséne: I was going to pay them a visit later tonight.. Would you like to join me? Sheepy: Sherlock:...Sure. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Then eat your apple, Sherlock. Sheepy: Sherlock: Fine. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Thank you. Sheepy: *Sherlock finally eats the apple* Arsé-kun: Arséne: You did the thing. Sheepy: Sherlock: I don't think it helped... but thanks anyway. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Quite welcome. Sheepy: Sherlock: It actually made me more hungry.... oh well Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oh? I'll pick something up for you, then. Sheepy: Sherlock: Only if it's not inconvenient for you. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Certainly not. ... Speaking of going out, Sheepy and I are going... er.. "out", later. Would you like to come with us for that, as well? Sheepy: Sherlock: Is it legal? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Yes. We're not stealing anything tonight. Sheepy: Sherlock: Then... maybe. If I feel up to it. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Well, okay. Sheepy: Sherlock: How is Watson doing? Arsé-kun: Arséne: He's all right. He's a tough one. Sheepy: Sherlock: I'm glad... Sheepy: Sherlock: ...I think maybe I'll go with you. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Excellente. It'll be good for you. Sheepy: *Sherlock sits up* Arsé-kun: Arséne: Do you need help? Sheepy: Sherlock: No, I'm fine. Sheepy: Sherlock: Just a little stiff... Arsé-kun: *Wilson yawns and looks up, whats hap* Sheepy: Sherlock: Sorry, Wilson. Sheepy: Sherlock: I'm ready to go. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he offers Sherlock a hand* Sheepy: *Sherlock takes it* Arsé-kun: *Arséne pulls him to his feet* Sheepy: Sherlock: Thanks. Sheepy: Sherlock: *he heads downstairs * Sheepy: Sheepy:...So, like, if Phil is Nodens, doesn't that mean he hunts down and kills Nyar often...? Sheepy: Iris: I've got no clue what's in the stories you read but I highly doubt they attack each other. Sheepy: Sheepy: If they can't die, is there really a penalty? Maybe they do it for fun. Sheepy: Iris: Sheepy, people die when they're killed. Sheepy: Sheepy: Not if you're a celtic god or a disgusting abomination. Sheepy: Sheepy: I was also thinking. Nyarlathotep came to Lovecraft and gave him the ideas... tormented him at night. So, now that we can confirm Nyarlathotep is real... why'd he do it? Maybe if people believe in him or know him, he'll become stronger? There must be an ulterior motive here. Sheepy: Iris: Maybe he just tormented some poor man at night and to deal with it, the man wrote stories about how Nyar was a monster?...Oh! Holmsies is awake! Sheepy: Sheepy: Woah, buddy, you look terrible. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Woah, Sheepy, did you shrink a few inches? Sheepy: Sheepy: Heyhey, where'd that come from?! Sheepy: Sheepy: I haven't shrunk one bit! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Then be nice. Sheepy: Sheepy: Your vision's getting faulty if you think I'm getting shorter! Sheepy: Sheepy: And, being honest is nice. Sheepy: Sherlock: No, it's fine. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Well, if you say so. Sheepy: Sherlock: It's true. Sheepy: Sherlock: So there isn't any harm in pointing it out. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Whhatever. *he goes to snag a bit of cookie dough..* Sheepy: Sheepy: You can't have any, shoo. Sheepy: Sheepy: You should've insulted my height after getting some if you wanted it. Sheepy: Sheepy: Besides, cookie dough can have salmonella. Arsé-kun: Arséne: *the master thief snags some anyway* Sheepy: Sheepy: You're gross. Sheepy: Sheepy: Like cookies. You're like a cookie. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Then why are you making them??? Sheepy: Sheepy: I was helping Iris. Sheepy: Iris: I was teaching him because he only knows how to make things with meat in them. Sheepy: Sheepy: Sweets are disgusting. Sheepy: Sheepy: They just make me feel sad and jittery Arsé-kun: Arséne: I didn't ask for your opinion. *he's teasing* Sheepy: Sheepy: You did by existing. Sheepy: Sherlock: Is Mycroft staying here still? Arsé-kun: Arséne: For now? Yes. He's with Germain next door. Sheepy: Sherlock: I wanted to see him, that's why. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Then head on over. We're not going out yet. Sheepy: *Sherlock takes Arséne's advice* Arsé-kun: *the door is opened, and it smacks into Germain's face. rip* Sheepy: Sherlock:! Sorry! Are you okay...? Arsé-kun: Germain: Yes. sheep: Sherlock: I didn't know that you were there... sheep: Sherlock: I actually came to see Mycroft... Sheepy: Sherlock: Is he here? Arsé-kun: Germain: Yes, he's upstairs. Sheepy: Sherlock: Is he busy right now? Arsé-kun: Germain: Not that I know of. Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh, okay. I'll go see him then. Sheepy: *Sherlock goes upstairs. hellohello!* Sheepy: Cardia: Oh, it's the punchy guy! Arsé-kun: Mycroft: ... Afternoon, Sherlock. Sheepy: Sherlock: Hullo. I came to see if you were okay. Sheepy: Sherlock: How are you feeling, physically and emotionally? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Tired and tired. Sheepy: Sherlock: I'm sorry. Sheepy: Sherlock: I can't really think of anything to say... I just found out you existed about a week or so ago but already I've caused you pain. Sheepy: Sherlock: Do you regret meeting me again? I'll understand if you say yes, so please be honest. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Not at all. Sheepy: Sherlock:...?? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: ...??? Sheepy: Sherlock: Why not? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Stupid: Adjective. Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh? Arsé-kun: Finis: *quietly, from the side* having or showing a great lack of intelligence or common sense. Sheepy: Sherlock: What's stupid? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: The idea that I'd hate you. *he raises an eyebrow. only one* Sheepy: Sherlock: But... there's no reason for you to be attached to me or anything. You just met me. I caused you pain. You could have died. Sheepy: Sherlock: Harley has been with me since I can remember and he hates my guts. He makes this known as often as he can. Do you not hate me because you haven't known me for long enough? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I don't hate you because you're a good person. But whoever taught Cardia to flex, they're dead to me. Sheepy: Cardia: It's was Impey! Sheepy: Cardia: He's cool! Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Dead to me. Sheepy: Sherlock: Will you come to hate me if you know me for long enough? Arsé-kun: Finis: I've lost IQ from hearing you say stupid shit. Stop saying stupid shit. Arsé-kun: he wasnt gonn say shit but that alliteration tho Sheepy: Sherlock: Maybe if you already know what to expect, you won't be unpleasantly surprised when you find out all of my flaws. But maybe that'll make you not want to bother. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I'm glad crippling anxiety runs in the family. Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh? Sheepy: Sherlock: ...I forget to eat often! I overwork myself to the point I pass out! I'm really forgetful and oblivious at times! I have really bad moodswings and am incredibly overdramatic! Uh... I can't think of anything else. Sheepy: Sherlock: That's about it I think. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I act tougher and meaner than I really am. I get sick every time the wind changes. Dying is still an option and I'm terrible at math. Sheepy: Sherlock: I didn't think you were mean at all Sheepy: Sherlock: And I don't want you to die. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I couldn't be mean to you. Now, that thief on the other hand. Sheepy: Sherlock: Please don't be mean to Arséne... Sheepy: Sherlock: He's stolen something really important from me too! He stole my heart... he did it in a really dramatic way and I still get a little flustered thinking about it. Sheepy: Sherlock: Harley is already really mean to him, so... Sheepy: Sherlock:...I can't drive because of whatever caused my memory loss! That's another one. Sheepy: Sherlock: When I'm sad and want attention I intentionally play the violin badly so people will pay attention to me. Sheepy: Cardia: These are all flaws because you two are calling them flaws. I have traits that may be considered undesirable, but they still help me be a unique person. They make me "me". Arsé-kun: Finis: *he turns his book upside down* I can't read. Sheepy: Cardia: That's a lie. Sheepy: Cardia: You eat books. Sheepy: Cardia: But your eyes are the way you eat them. Arsé-kun: Finis: My secret has been revealed. Sheepy: Cardia: You survive off of knowledge! Sheepy: Cardia: So rather than talking about in what ways you're flawed and acting like it's a bad thing, embrace your uniqueness! Sheepy: Sherlock: Now that I think about it, Watson is kind of blatant about all the different ways I probably drive him nuts when it comes to his writing, but all of the fans don't see me for that. Maybe they actually don't bother people too much. Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh, oh, you've seen Watson's stories, right? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: M-hm. Sheepy: Sherlock: They're very well written!! Sheepy: Sherlock: I also forget about the cases soon after so it gives me a way to reminisce about them... Sheepy: Sherlock: According to Harley, I got my memory problems from a mistake he made. He was using a name close to mine and that ended up in me losing my memory? I don't understand, but I've been with Harley and Watson since I can remember. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Which isn't much, I wager? Sheepy: Sherlock: It really isn't. Sheepy: Sherlock: I... I'm scared of remembering things Sheepy: Sherlock: One's memory is like a bunch of folders. Sheepy: Sherlock: When you get amnesia, your brain starts on a new folder. Sheepy: Sherlock: A person's brain only uses one folder at a time. It just doesn't acknowledge those other folders. Sheepy: Sherlock: So if your amnesia is "cured"... you'll forget all of the memories you collected during the time you were suffering from amnesia. Sheepy: Sherlock: Isn't it better to focus on the future than the past? Besides... I can go off of what I've been told. Sheepy: Sherlock: According to the things Harley has said and why he hates you so much, you and I were very close. Sheepy: Sherlock: And after your disappearance, you were all I talked about. Sheepy: Sherlock: With that in mind, it must've been serious. I'd never forget you.... But the waterfall incident happened afterwards, so... Arsé-kun: Finis: ... That's not how retrograde amnesia works, you forgetful fountain of twine. Sheepy: Sherlock: Twine? Arsé-kun: Finis: .. I am not good at insults. Sheepy: Sherlock: I noticed. Arsé-kun: Finis: You will not lose memories gained post-retrograde. Only prior, and they generally do return. That's what the medical textbooks say. Sheepy: Sherlock: Well, okay. Arsé-kun: Finis: ... More explicitly, you would only lose memories post-incident if it was anterograde amnesia... Which means you'd be unable to make new ones. Sheepy: Sherlock: I don't know what any of these terms mean. Arsé-kun: Finis: My apologies. Retrograde amnesia refers to losing memories from prior an incident. Anterograde means after an incident, new memories will not be retained. Previous memories are left alone Sheepy: Sherlock: Complicated. Arsé-kun: Finis: In the simplest terms, it's before or after. Sheepy: Sherlock: How's the before one caused? Arsé-kun: Finis: Both are the same. Head injuries. Sheepy: Sherlock: Well. Sheepy: Sherlock: That doesn't give me much. Arsé-kun: Finis: ... It'd most likely have been retrograde, post-traumatic. It had to be a trauma to the head, specifically the hippocampus.. Arsé-kun: Finis: ... Wait, was it that? ... I think it's that. Sheepy: Sherlock: Hippopotamus? Arsé-kun: Finis: Brain section. Responsible for memory. sheep: Sherlock: What part? Arsé-kun: Finis: Hippo. Campus. sheep: Sherlock: That doesn't answer my question. sheep: Sherlock: I'll just ask Watson where that is later. Arsé-kun: Finis: In your brain. sheep: Sherlock: Thanks for your information either way. sheep: Sherlock: So, um... what drove you to work for the government?? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I originally wasn't. I was originally a secretary. sheep: Sherlock: Really? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: m-hm. sheep: Sherlock: But don't secretaries have to be good at math? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Depends what they're doing. I focused on paperwork and sorting files. sheep: Sherlock: Oh. sheep: Sherlock: How did you end up in your job then? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Promotions. Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh. That makes sense. Sheepy: Sherlock: I wanted to be an engineer. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Okay. Do it. Sheepy: Sherlock: I... well. Sheepy: Sherlock: I'm happy with my job. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Then make it a hobby. Sheepy: Sherlock: I taught Iris and we make tools together. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Well, that's good.. Sheepy: Sherlock: I became a detective because Harley was killing himself from his job. He was taking cases too big for him but refused to take smaller ones because thsy were boring. Sheepy: Sherlock: It then ended up being that I was very good at it, but he'd yell at me and argue with me even if we came to the same conclusion. Sheepy: Sherlock: I ended up just- Arsé-kun: Impey: *he barges in. do you even KNOCK?* Are we talking about engineering?? Sheepy: Sherlock: I did. Arsé-kun: Impey: Exciting! Sheepy: Sherlock: Why? Arsé-kun: Impey: I heard it and I'm curious! Sheepy: Sherlock: I was just saying that I wanted to be an engineer originally. Sheepy: Cardia: Oh it's you! Has Fran finished what he was making? Arsé-kun: Impey: I made him take a break, actually! He's been working on it for hours.. Sheepy: Cardia: Oh. Don't let him overwork himself. Arsé-kun: Impey: I'm not! Sheepy: Cardia: Good! Sheepy: Cardia: You have good hearing! Arsé-kun: Impey: Thanks! Sheepy: Cardia: I want to learn about machinery! Sheepy: Cardia: I want to learn about a lot of things. Sheepy: Cardia: Like fistfighting! And science! Sheepy: Sherlock: I'm good at those. Sheepy: Sherlock: Only chemistry and physics through. I'm no good at astronomy. Sheepy: Sherlock: There's Earth...Mercury...Saturn...The big one...Pluto. Sheepy: Sherlock:....Sun? The Sun might be a planet? Sheepy: Cardia: The Sun is a star! It's the center of the solar system! Sheepy: Sherlock: I thought that the Earth was the center of the solar system up until a few months ago. Sheepy: Cardia: Pluto also isn't a planet. Arsé-kun: Finis: Unfortunately. Sheepy: Cardia: Pluto's a pluto. Sheepy: Sherlock: Pluto's like the moon. Mysterious and far away. Arsé-kun: Impey: But we know more about the moon than we do the bottom of the ocean! Sheepy: Sherlock: Really? Sheepy: Sherlock: What's on the moon? Aliens? Arsé-kun: Impey: Mostly rocks! Sheepy: Sherlock: Aliens? Arsé-kun: Impey: No... There might be on Mars though! Sheepy: Sherlock: ! Arsé-kun: Finis: ... And on a moon of Jupiter's, I believe. ... Either way, might I ask you something, Sherlock? Sheepy: Sherlock: What did you want to ask? Arsé-kun: Finis: ... Since the other day, your behavior has been notably different. ... Is it just shock, or are you unsure if you care about him or not? Sheepy: *Sherlock looks away* Sheepy: Sherlock: I... Sheepy: Sherlock: It's my obligation to care about him, isn't it? Arsé-kun: Finis: No. If someone does not care about you, you do not have to care about them. That's what I have learned. Sheepy: Sherlock: ... Sheepy: Sherlock: I... Sheepy: Sherlock: I can't fight that logic. Sheepy: Sherlock: I don't know why he pushed me out of the way. Arsé-kun: Finis: How did he treat you? Sheepy: Sherlock: ...Well. - …Ah.  This familiar feeling.  Worthlessness.  Anger.  Frustration. As Harley berated me for “getting in his way”, I stared at him with a blank expression.  His words began to blur together.  What a common occurrence this was…  yet, I couldn’t help but to tremble.  This… fire was burning inside of me.  I clenched my fists to the point that my knuckles were white and my fingernails cut into the palm of my hands.  Yet, the pain from my hands’ new-found wounds didn’t compare to the emotional suffering this man put me through daily. It’s all your fault. What did I do? Why do you even bother? Because I care about you. Don’t you know what personal space is?  Bug off! I grit my teeth.  This fire blazing in my chest was overwhelming.  Uncontrollable.  I still shook, incapable to hold back the emotions that flooded into me.   Before I knew it, my hand was clutching his shirt collar and I had shoved him against a wall, my face about an inch away from his.  The cuts on my hands were soiling his newly bought white shirt.  Very, very briefly I saw a look of terror spread across his face, before being replaced by a look like I had just offended him. “Get your hands off of me this instant!” Harley cried out. “Now you listen to me, Harley!  I’m sick and tired of dealing with your abuse!”  I shouted at him, tightening my grip. “Excuse me?” Harley raised his eyebrows. “You do this every single case and I’m not putting up with it anymore-“ I was cut off by him. “Stop making a scene,” Harley glared into my eyes. “Don’t interrupt me! ” I screamed out. Harley, surprisingly, shut up and let me speak. “Now you listen to me, Harley, because I’m only saying it once.  I give and I give and I give, and you take and take and take, and never give anything back.  My ‘niceness’ bank has been cleaned out by you.  You better clean up your act and start treating me like a human being rather than some object or…” “Or, what?  You’ll leave?”  Harley relaxed some, relieved. “No.  You will be the one leaving.  If you want so much for me to not be in your life, take action!  Just, remove yourself from my presence if you feel it so necessary!  Either you start treating me well or you start packing your bags!”  I growled.  Harley was visibly surprised. He started at me, dumbfounded, as though I was some stranger.  He blinked, still processing what he just heard.  He opened his mouth to speak and paused for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. “…Excuse me?” Harley squinted at me. “Are you deaf?  You have two options: Treat me well or leave so you don’t have to deal with me.  What’s your choice?” I spoke slowly, enunciating the words as though I was speaking with a child. Harley pondered his choices.   Ah, he’s too far gone to change now, isn’t he?  Why would he even NEED to think about this?  The choice is quite obvious- “Give me a day.  I’ll be out in a day,” My heart sunk as I heard these words.  My rage took over once more and I threw him to the ground. “Are you serious?!  Is that really the better choice for you?”  I clenched my fists once more. “You think I’d submit the rest of my life to pampering you?  No, I’d much rather leave,” With that, Harley got up and left. I watched him leave.  Tears were streaming down my face.  I punched the wall I had pressed him up against, leaving a dent in the wall and my hand a bloody mess. There was no light in him after all. - Arsé-kun: Watson: ... No wonder he left. Sheepy: Sherlock: ! Sheepy: Sherlock: I didn't know you were there... Sheepy: Sherlock: I didn't say anything about it because I was too scared to. Arsé-kun: Watson: I'm glad I've picked up stealth tips, then. ... I see. Sheepy: Sherlock: When he came back, I was hoping he'd start treating me better, but he hasn't. Arsé-kun: Watson: I, too, hoped his behavior would change... We were both wrong, I suppose. Sheepy: Sherlock: I don't understand. Sheepy: Sherlock: Why did he protect me? Arsé-kun: Finis: Perhaps he cared more than he realized prior. Sheepy: Sherlock: It's just tearing me up. Arsé-kun: Impey: .... Is it really tearing you apart, Lisa Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh? Arsé-kun: Impey: Nevermind, sorry Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh. Sheepy: Sherlock: I apologize. I didn't mean to make anyone worry. Sheepy: Sherlock: I just...needed to sort things out in my head. That's all. Sheepy: Sherlock:....Hey, um... what do you remember from back then? Sheepy: Sherlock: What was he like? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Not like this, that's for sure. He was rather polite, and tended to worry about everyone he met. Sheepy: Sherlock:...Huh? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: A complete opposite of now. Sheepy: Sherlock: What changed...? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I don't know. I wasn't there. Sheepy: Sherlock: And I don't remember... Sheepy: Sherlock: I guess we'll never know. Sheepy: Sherlock: What were you like? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: .... Sickly. Sheepy: Sherlock: I see... Sheepy: Sherlock: Sorry. These are just questions I could never ask him. Sheepy: Sherlock: What was I like? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: ... Not very different. Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh? I was expecting "polar opposite".... Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Nope. Sheepy: Sherlock: And finally, um, what were our parents like? Sheepy: Sherlock: I apologize if the parents one is too intrusive. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: .... It's... Hard to remember them. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I remember them being kind and caring... Never really being loud.. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: ... And then they were just gone. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: We were all waiting for them to come home, and they never did.. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: It's a bit funny, though. Harley didn't change when they didn't come back. He only did when I didn't.. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Perhaps it is because all of the pressure was on him. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I am sorry, though. Sheepy: Sherlock: Why? Sheepy: Sherlock: You did nothing wrong. Sheepy: Sherlock: Harley hates you because he's jealous of you - scared you'll take his "place". Sheepy: Sherlock: Harley hates me because he considers me untrustworthy and thinks I'll backstab him at any moment. Sheepy: Sherlock: He's said it himself that he trusts you more. Sheepy: Sherlock: So really? Sheepy: Sherlock: I don't see what you did that's a problem. Sheepy: Sherlock: His reasoning for seeing me as untrustworthy is because I apparently was completely focused on figuring out where you were rather than his current condition. Sheepy: Sherlock: By the way, who did you stay with over that time? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: The hospital. I had to. sheep: Sherlock: Oh... sheep: Sherlock: I guess we were homeless before Watson took us in Arsé-kun: Watson: That sounds right. sheep: Sherlock: I was right! sheep: Sherlock: Anyway, that explains how you can handle hospitals so well. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Can you not? You behaved fine-.. Wait. sheep: Sherlock: Um... sheep: Sherlock: ... sheep: Sherlock: They terrify me. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: ... I feel like you've told me this. Have you? sheep: Sherlock: Maybe. sheep: Sherlock: I was wrestling with a criminal on the edge of a waterfall. sheep: Sherlock: I think he pushed me off... or maybe I fell. Either way, I freaked and grabbed onto him. He fell with me. sheep: Sherlock: Someone found me and brought me into the hospital, but I guess I was so messed up at the end of the day that nobody recognized me and thought to notify Watson about it. So I was just stuck there, alone, until I recovered. sheep: Sherlock: Now that I think about it, they never found him. sheep: Sherlock: Did I actually grab him...? Did he actually fall? Arsé-kun: Watson: Unfortunately, we still don't know. Sheepy: Sherlock: That's too bad. The body never being discovered points towards him still being alive... Sheepy: Sherlock: ...But he hasn't been active for a while now... Sheepy: Sherlock: But, yes, that's why I hate hospitals. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: ... That's perfectly understandable. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Now that I think about it, I was in a fairly similar situation to you.. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Nobody I knew with me, and they didn't know who I was.. Sheepy: Sherlock: I'm sorry. Sheepy: Sherlock: If I'd known, I would've come to see you. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Likewise. Sheepy: Sherlock: But in the end we ended up finding each other again! Arsé-kun: Mycroft: m-hm. Lucky for us? Sheepy: Sherlock: I think so! Sheepy: Sherlock: It makes up for the time we didn't get to see each other. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: I suppose so! Sheepy: Sherlock: I can show you tge places I like to go eventually. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: That would be interesting. Sheepy: Sherlock: And I can introduce you to some of my other friends. Like Mr. Naruhodou! And Mop! Sheepy: Iris: Mr. Crofty!! Arsé-kun: Mycroft: ... Hm? Sheepy: Iris: Here! I'm sure you're stressed, so have these! They may help you feel better! ...They're shaped like octopi because Sheepy was trying to make an offering to Cthulhu or something... *Mycroft gets a cutely wrapped bag of cookies!* Arsé-kun: Mycroft: !! Why, thank you! Sheepy: Iris: You're welcome! Sheepy: Sherlock: What's a Cthulhu? Arsé-kun: Impey: I think it's a squid! Sheepy: Sherlock: Squids are gross. Sheepy: Sherlock: I wouldn't want to eat a squid. Sheepy: Sherlock: I bet they taste like ink. Sheepy: Sherlock: Ink... ink tastes bad. Arsé-kun: Finis: This implies--- Why do you know this? Sheepy: Sherlock: You know when you're starving but you aren't at home and have no food because you gave all of your trail mix to squirrels so you get super desperate? Arsé-kun: Finis: ...... No. Sheepy: Sherlock: Well, um. Sheepy: Sherlock: I forgot to eat for a day or two. Sheepy: Sherlock: And Mrs. Hudson told me to eat but I had to go out, so she gave me trail mix. Sheepy: Sherlock: But I saw some squirrels. Sheepy: Sherlock: So I gave them the trail mix. Sheepy: Sherlock: And then I got hungry and I usually keep a few spare pens so I thought maybe that the ink from one would taste bad enough that I would lose my appetite. Sheepy: Sherlock: And it tasted horrible so I lost my appetite. Sheepy: Sherlock: Of course, when I came back, nobody yelled at me because they saw that I'd finished the trail mix. Arsé-kun: Watson: ......... Sheepy: Sherlock: And I didn't think I should comment that I never ate it and that I gave it to some squirrels. Arsé-kun: Watson: ....... Do I have to make sure you're actually eating now, too?? Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh? Arsé-kun: Watson: How often do you give food away?? Sheepy: Sherlock: Whenever I see a stray animal or a cute wild animal. Arsé-kun: Watson: .... So a lot. Sheepy: Sherlock: Slim jims go to dogs. Trail mix goes to squirrels. Sheepy: Sherlock: The birds like the fruit from it. Sheepy: Sherlock: I'd say more often than not, an animal gets it. Sheepy: Sherlock: Actually, the only time an animal doesn't get it is when you're accompanying me... Harley doesn't comment when I do it. Arsé-kun: Watson: .... Please eat, Sherlock. Sheepy: Sherlock: I eat when I need to. Arsé-kun: Watson: That's not enough. I've told you this. Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh? Sheepy: Sherlock:... Sheepy: Sherlock: It's enough for me. Sheepy: Sherlock: I've eaten today so I'm okay. Sheepy: Sherlock: I've fulfilled my once-every-three-days quota. Arsé-kun: Mycroft: How do you.. Sheepy: Sherlock: I hate wasting time by eating. Sheepy: Sherlock: The early bird gets the worm! ...But I'm not a bird so I don't eat worms. Sheepy: Sherlock: I had an apple. Arsé-kun: Watson: .. Well, it's something. Sheepy: Sherlock: Arséne bought it for me. Sheepy: Sherlock: I'm a little hungry still but I'm going out and I have no clue when. Sheepy: Sherlock: So I'll wait until I'm back. Sheepy: Sherlock: Is that okay? Arsé-kun: Watson: yeah. Sheepy: Sherlock: Great! Sheepy: Sherlock: I don't know where I'm going either. Sheepy: Sherlock: Arséne invited me so I accepted... Arsé-kun: Arséne: Arséne is nearly ready to go. Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh! Sheepy: Sherlock: Okay. Arsé-kun: Arséne: By "nearly ready", I mean Sheepy isn't ready, but I am. Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh. Arsé-kun: Arséne: So c'mon. If he's not ready when we are, we're going without him. Sheepy: Sherlock: Alright. Arsé-kun: *and arsene heads downstairs. is sheepy ready?* Sheepy: *sheepy is Ready* Sheepy: Sheepy: You're so sloooow! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Pardon? I've been waiting for you! Sheepy: Sheepy: So! Slow! Sheepy: Sheepy: Let's go! Arsé-kun: *Arséne fetches his hat. it is time to Go* Sheepy: *they leave to... somewhere! where?* Arsé-kun: *the first stop, is a bit further down on Baker.* Sheepy: Sherlock: It's Baker's street! Sheepy: Sherlock: So why are we here? Arsé-kun: Arséne: There was something I wanted to do, quickly.. Sheepy: Sheepy: To catch a criminal. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Well, yes, that too. Sheepy: Sheepy: That criminal is me. I am the criminal. Sheepy: Sheepy: Catch me if you can, old man. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Why, you...! Sheepy: Sheepy: *He smirks* Arsé-kun: Arséne: Fine! You get a headstart. As long as we end up where we planned, I don't care. Sheepy: *Sheepy runs!* Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... .... All right, come on. We've got time. Sheepy: Sherlock: Really? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Truly. Sheepy: Sherlock: If you say so. Sheepy: Sherlock: Let's not dwaddle too much though! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Of, of course not. Sheepy: *sherlock follows arsene* Arsé-kun: *arsene starts to go around the corner. he seems to be looking for something* Sheepy: Sherlock:? Arsé-kun: Arséne: There were people here before.. Sheepy: Sherlock:...? Sheepy: Sherlock:... Sheepy: Sherlock: Really? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Yes? Specifically, children.. Sheepy: Sherlock: Sorry, you've lost ne. Arsé-kun: Arséne: When I was here previously for part of a case, there were kids here. I was hoping they'd be here again.. Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh Sheepy: Sherlock: Weird. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Oh, well. I just suppose I'll have to leave what I brought for them riiiiight here! Sheepy: *the little one peeks out from behind a box* Arsé-kun: *arsene sets down an oldish looking lunchbox. it's bulging a little. full.* Sheepy: *the little one begins whispering excitedly to the taller one, who's presumably also there* Sheepy: Sherlock:...? *he seems to be focusing very hard on this* Arsé-kun: Arséne: What are you, hungry? Sheepy: Sherlock: Well, yes, but that's not what I was thinking about. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Care to share? Sheepy: Sherlock: The kid peeking out from the box looks familiar. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Eh? Sheepy: Sherlock: He lived in the flat near ours Arsé-kun: Arséne: ....So, did his house...? Sheepy: Sherlock: It did. Sheepy: Sherlock: I hope his family is okay. Arsé-kun: Arséne: M-hm... But I saw no trace of parents when I was here before.. Sheepy: Sherlock:...Well, um. Sheepy: Sherlock: It was a single dad raising three kids I think. He was a detective. We were of the same cases a few times. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Was he? I may have known the man. What was his name? Sheepy: Sherlock: Abihail. Sheepy: Sherlock: I think he didn't like me too much but there were times where he had to talk to me directly so I was over at his flat multiple times. Sheepy: *The little one pokes his head out again* Sheepy: Little One: *in a hushed tone* Why're they talking about daddy? Did they find daddy? Sheepy: Tall One: Shh! Arsé-kun: Arséne: .. Ah, him. I didn't speak much with him, either, outside of joint cases. Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh, you knew him too? Arsé-kun: Arséne: m-hm... Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh. Sheepy: Sherlock: Well, whatever. Should we approach them? Arsé-kun: Arséne: They may run.. Sheepy: Sherlock: I guess you're right. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... *he looks towards the boxes* Where have you two kids been living? Sheepy: Little One: Around here! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Outside..? Sheepy: Little One: Yeah! Arsé-kun: *arséne looks very concerned* Sheepy: Little One: ? Sheepy: Little One: What? Arsé-kun: Arséne: .... Isn't there supposed to be three of you? Sheepy: Little One: Uhuh! Sheepy: Little One: He found a bottle of stuff and now he's lying on the ground. Arsé-kun: Arséne: ?! Sheepy: Little One: He was acting weird too. Arsé-kun: *Arséne looks to the older one* Sheepy: Tall One: *he looks away wordlessly* Sheepy: Little One: We were going to take him into the hospital, but you guys showed up. Arsé-kun: Arséne: It'd be best is we assisted you, then. Sheepy: Little One: Okay! Arsé-kun: Arséne: Where is he..? Sheepy: *The little one shows Arsene where the third sibling is!* Arsé-kun: *He's lying on the ground. He looks dazed* Sheepy: Sherlock: *he bends down and looks him over* Arsé-kun: Third One: .....? Whoth'eck ar'ya? Sheepy: Sherlock: My name is Sherlock Holmes. Sheepy: Sherlock: I was going to take you to the hospital. Sheepy: Sherlock: You may have ingested something toxic. Arsé-kun: Third One: .... t'was just a bottl'o wine I found near th' trash! Sheepy: Sherlock: Still, it worries me. Sheepy: Sherlock: *he gently lifts the third one up* It's near by and alcohol is very bad foe someone your age. Sheepy: Sherlock: Where is the hospital... Sheepy: Sherlock:...Ah, right, I worked with your father a few times. I don't know if you remember me at all. Sheepy: Tall One: Heyhey, you better not drop Har, you hear? Arsé-kun: Third One: .... I don't wanna be on th'ground again.. Sheepy: Sherlock: Arséne, would taking him to Watson be safer? Sheepy: Sherlock: Hospitals have long waits. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Yes. It'd give them all somewhere to stay, too. Sheepy: Sherlock: Right! Sheepy: Sherlock: Let's head home then. Arsé-kun: *Arséne and Sherlock turn around and go back home. Sheepy is either lost, or got dragged into socializing* Sheepy: Sherlock: Watson!! Sheepy asked the lost sheep to choose between lost and dragged back into socializing. The lost sheep chose: lost Sheepy: *and Sheepy is lost* Sheepy: Sherlock: There's someone I need you to check on. Sheepy: Sherlock: They're a child and they had alcohol. Sheepy: Sherlock: They don't seem okay. Arsé-kun: Watson: *he's downstairs in almost record time, except for the fact that his cane was also downstairs.* Sheepy: Sherlock: Hullo! Arsé-kun: Watson: *he takes one look at Har* Abihail's kid? Put him on the sofa. Sheepy: *Sherlock puts him on the sofa* Sheepy: Sherlock: Apparently they've been living in one of the alleys near our old flat. Arsé-kun: Watson: ... Poor Abihail. Where are the other two children? Sheepy: Sherlock: They were with me a moment ago... Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he looks back to the door* You two can come in. Sheepy: *the little one enters eagerly. the tall one enters hesitantly.* Arsé-kun: Watson: There you two are. Hello, Mortimer. And hello, Aberthol, have you grown since the last time I've seen you? Sheepy: Aberthol: I have! I'll be taller than Morty one day. Sheepy: Mort: *he looks away* Arsé-kun: Sisi: *people?? people!!! who are you??? hello!!* Sheepy: Aberthol: *DOG!!!!!!!!* Arsé-kun: Sisi: *KID I DONT KNOW!!* Sheepy: Aberthol: *CUTE DOG CUTE DOG I GOTTA PET THE CUTE DOG* Arsé-kun: *Sisi does the butt wiggle* Sheepy: Aberthol: *CUTE!!* Sheepy: Mort: *he looks over but doesn't comment. Seems like talking isn't his strong suit.* Sheepy: Sherlock: How is he? Arsé-kun: Watson: Very intoxicated. Thankfully, no alcohol poisoning, though. Sheepy: Sherlock: Thank goodness. Sheepy: Sherlock: Will they be staying with Saint-Germain?? We don't have any room. Arsé-kun: Watson: I think they'd have to. There's no other space. Sheepy: Mort: I'll be fine. Keep them safe. Arsé-kun: Watson: None of that, Mort. You're staying too. Sheepy: Mort: Fine. Sheepy: Mort: I've been handling myself just fine, though. Arsé-kun: Watson: It doesn't matter. Sheepy: Mort: Why? Arsé-kun: Watson: It's far safer for you indoors. Sheepy: Mort: *he looks frustrated* Arsé-kun: Watson: ... There have been a lot of kidnappings as of late. I wouldn't want that to happen to you, or your brothers. All right? Sheepy: Mort: Fine. Arsé-kun: Watson: Thank you. Sheepy: Mort: You need to stop sticking your nose where it doesn't belong Arsé-kun: Watson: I am a doctor. Your health and safety are my top priorities. Sheepy: Mort: I don't want people messing in my business and my health and safety are part of my business. Arsé-kun: Watson: ... ... *he huffs* If you would like to be left alone, you can just say so. Sheepy: Mort: I want to be left alone. Arsé-kun: Watson: Fine. Sheepy: Mort: Har is currently top priority. Focus on him, not me. I assure you that I won't be top priority in your lifetime. Sheepy: Mort: This is because you're denying me the ability to demonstrate my skill as an adult and my maturity in difficult situations. Sheepy: Mort: Pops won't come back until I impress him, wherever he may be. Arsé-kun: Watson: You're so many levels of wrong that I don't even know where to start. Sisi is more right than you right now. Arsé-kun: *and sisi just looks up. barks once* Sheepy: Mort: You don't understand. Sheepy: Mort: Of course you wouldn't. Sheepy: Mort: You're just some nosy adult. Sheepy: Mort: You have to keep up the illusion that you're some good man, and in the process you're making sure that the man who cares about us, unlike you, doesn't come back. Arsé-kun: Watson: .... *he leans onto the table, and writes morts name, and then writes 'delusional?' on a piece of paper. he also writes down har being drunk as hell, and aberthol being fine* Sheepy: Aberthol: *he is more focused on Sisi* Arsé-kun: Sisi: *he's still wiggling his butt* Sheepy: Aberthol: *he is petting Sisi* Arsé-kun: *happy doggo* Sheepy: Sherlock:....Wait a minute. Sheepy: Sherlock: I knew we forgot something! Sheepy: Sherlock: Well shoot. Arsé-kun: Watson: Arséne already left without you. Pay attention next time, Sherlock. *he lightly pushes Sherlock. he's teasing* Sheepy: Sherlock: I was paying attention to you... Sheepy: *Watson gets a phonecall! It's Sheepy's number!* Arsé-kun: Watson: *he picks up* Yes? Sheepy: Nyar: *in a hushed tone, as though he's trying not to wake someone up* Hello Dearie~ Arsé-kun: Watson: oh, for the love of god. Why do you have his phone today? Sheepy: Nyar: I've got the kid. I'm holding him hostage. You can only have him back if- *smack* Owowow! That's my face, Phil! HEYHEY NOT THE EYES- Sheepy: Phil: Hello, Dr. Watson. Arsé-kun: Watson: Hello to you, too. I repeat my question. Sheepy: Phil: He found my home while looking for Lupin. He is currently asleep on my couch. Sheepy: Phil: I apologize for any inconveniences. Arsé-kun: Watson: ... Ah. It's fine. I could have had patients. Oh, wait, I do. Sheepy: Phil: I apologize. Sheepy: Phil: Good luck. Don't kill them. Arsé-kun: Watson: Thank you..? Sheepy: Phil: Knives to the neck are apparently lethal. I will adjust my behavior accordingly in the future. Sheepy: Phil: Take care not to use your scalpel on their neck. Okay. Good night. Arsé-kun: Watson: .... *he hangs up* Well, all right. Sheepy: Sherlock: Good timing by that masked man as always... Sheepy: Sherlock:...He messed with my head, apparently, but there's been no difference. Sheepy: Sherlock: I forgot about that. Arsé-kun: Watson: I'll be calling you delusional next if you keep this up. If it was good timing, Arséne would have been her-- But you remembered it. Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh? Arsé-kun: Watson: You remembered something, correctly, and noted that you'd forgotten it. I'm glad to see there has been an improvement. Sheepy: Sherlock: By the way, Watson, you never did the memory test. Arsé-kun: Watson: *he had JUST picked up his cup. he just dropped it. thankfully, it was on the table, and it's empty* Sheepy: Sherlock: What? Arsé-kun: Watson: You remembered that?! *he sounds genuinely surprised* Sheepy: Sherlock: Uhuh. Arsé-kun: Watson: Then you absolutely have improved. I never thought you'd remember that longer than a day. Sheepy: Sherlock: Why have I improved? It's been years since the attack, right? Why the sudden change? Arsé-kun: Watson: ... Nyar had said he did something. Called it a gift. I'd originally believed he'd been bluffing, as nothing had really changed.. ... *he looks a tad annoyed* I need to know what he did and who taught him. Sheepy: Sherlock: You can call him in the morning. Sheepy: Sherlock: I wish I could tell you, but I've got no clue. Sheepy: Sherlock: They put me under for it, I'm sure. Sheepy: Sherlock: Ah... right, and... Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arséne] SHDDPU FOJND COME HOME Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arséne] FOUND @ PIERCE'S PLACE SLEEPING THETE GET HIM IN MOTNING Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arséne] NYAR ACTOVE PHIL ACTIVE CALLED ON SHEEPY'S PHONE Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arséne] IN SAFE(?) HABDS IF WITH PIERCE Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arséne] BRIEFLY HEARD VIOLENCE ON OTHER END BUT NYSR WAS VICTIM AND PHIL WAS CULPROT Sheepy: Mort: I'm going home. Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Sherlock] That wasn't the only reason I went out, but thank you. Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arsene] WHERE ARE YOU Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Sherlock] Doing a solo investigation. I'll be home soon. Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arsene] GOOD LUCK Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arsene] GOOD LUCK Arsé-kun: Arséne: [text: to Sherlock] THANK YOU, MA CHÉRIE Sheepy: Sherlock: [text: to Arsene] OK I WILL GO BACK TO STANDING HERE NEXT TO WATON I AM CONTRIUBTING A LOT Arsé-kun: Impey: *heee decides he's not needed here, and disappears off to the realm of the office's upstairs* Sheepy: Fran: *he's busy talking to himself* Ugh... I've made no breakthrough. I said I was going to have it done by tomorrow... my head hurts. So it's this, and then I- ow! Arsé-kun: Impey: *he goes and just. sits on the table* I know the chemical solution to this! It's me. Arsé-kun: Impey: It's also maybe stopping for a bit? Sheepy: Fran: N-no, I can't. I can tell I'm close to something here! Arsé-kun: Impey: What have you tried already? Sheepy: Fran: It's more a case of... what haven't I tried? Arsé-kun: *Impey picks up, and looks over Fran's notes. He then looks at Fran's hands* Arsé-kun: Impey: Nope, definitely time to stop. Sheepy: Fran: B-but I... Arsé-kun: Impey: Your hands, Fran. Sheepy: Fran: It'll all be finished soon, and then I can take a break. Arsé-kun: Impey: D: Sheepy: Fran: It's necessary. She won't be able to live like normal human beings do without it. Arsé-kun: Impey: Hm.. *he leans down and sniffs at the chemicals. impey wants to die. not really. he makes a choking noise* Those are some serious toxins right there. Sheepy: Fran: I know. Arsé-kun: Impey: Have you tried dumping everything together? Sheepy: Fran: No! Arsé-kun: Impey: Better do it! Sheepy: Fran: It sounds dangerous, but... I don't have any other ideas. Arsé-kun: *and so, Impey does! .. It doesn't work.* Sheepy: Fran: Oh well. Arsé-kun: Impey: ... Sheepy: Fran: ? Sheepy: Fran: By the way, Impey. How are you feeling? I realized that I've been... what's the term... Sheepy: Fran: Ignoring you or brushing you off seems too harsh. Sheepy: Fran: Focused on my work, yes. Arsé-kun: Impey: Oh, I'm okay. A bit peckish, but I can certainly wait. Sheepy: Fran: No, no, I'll take a break. Arsé-kun: Impey: We should order a pizza. Sheepy: Fran: Huh? Arsé-kun: Impey: *WINK WONK* Sheepy: Fran: Pizza...? But it's late. Arsé-kun: Impey: .... *he just. dumps the flask he's holding into another flask, and puts the empty one down* I was being subtle! Sheepy: Fran: Oh. Sheepy: Fran: *he stands and puts his arm out* Sheepy: Fran: I guess I should lock the door, but.. Sheepy: Fran: That would look suspicious. Arsé-kun: Impey: I'll be quick. Sheepy: Fran: It doesn't bother me anymore. Arsé-kun: Impey: You don't mind a longer one, then? Sheepy: Fran: I don't. Arsé-kun: Impey: Then I should... *he stands behind Fran, and puts an arm around his hips* Probably make sure you don't fall. Sheepy: Fran: Thank you. Sheepy: Fran: Be careful please. Sheepy: *Fran assumes that Impey doesn't need his arm and puts it down* Arsé-kun: Van: *he's outside the room. he had no intention of eavesdropping, but it just sounded so weird. Van decides they took a dance break and goes back to his own business* Sheepy: *yeah you better run van* Arsé-kun: *he doesn't. he walks* Sheepy: Fran: *he looks like he has something to say but remains quiet* Arsé-kun: Impey: *his picks his head up* Something the matter? Sheepy: Fran: N-no... I'll ask later. Arsé-kun: Impey: Well, all right... Sheepy: *Fran lets Impey do what he needs to do without incident!* Arsé-kun: Impey: ... ... *he pulls back* You all right? Sheepy: *Fran seems tired. very tired.* Arsé-kun: Impey: Oooh. Too much? Sheepy: Fran: No, it's okay... I'm just a little sleepy... Arsé-kun: Impey: *he brings Fran over to the loveseat, and puts him down on it* Now'd be a good time for bed for you, anyway. Sheepy: Fran: *he mumbles something, but his newfound exhaustion makes it sound like gibberish. anyway, time for sleep!* Arsé-kun: Impey: *he slides into Fran's seat, and picks up his notes. After a considerate amount of time reviewing, he starts experimenting on his own* Sheepy: *Be careful, Impey. those chemicals are dangerous.* Arsé-kun: *He knows. Within an hour, he's made at least two miniature explosions, one of them is purple now, and no actual progress. Impey does his best* Sheepy: *CARDIA IS HERE!* Sheepy: Cardia: Hello! Is it done yet? ... Huh? Arsé-kun: Impey: Hi, Cardia! And no, not yet! Sheepy: Cardia: Oh, okay. Arsé-kun: Impey: ... If yer wondering why I'm doing it, I made Fran take a break. He's been at it for hours.. Sheepy: Cardia: I understand. Sheepy: *timeskip to the morning?* Sheepy: *so it's morning* Arsé-kun: *arséne has already run out to pick up sheepy* Sheepy: Sherlock: Watson, later today, we should go and visit Harley. Arsé-kun: Watson: Hmm? Of course. Sheepy: Sherlock: I'm scared to go alone, so, uh... Arsé-kun: Watson: Of course I'll come. Sheepy: Sherlock: Okay. I'll go ask Mycroft too. Sheepy: Sherlock: And I'll ask Germain to look after Abihail's sons. Arsé-kun: Watson: ... We should check on them first, though. Sheepy: Sherlock: Oh, right. Arsé-kun: *dudududuud [adam west batman timeskip thing]* Sheepy: Sherlock: How are you three feeling? Arsé-kun: *Har just groans, loudly* Sheepy: Mort: *he gives Sherlock and Watson a nasty, judgmental expression before looking away* Arsé-kun: Har: Don't talk so loud...! Sheepy: Sherlock: *he lowers his voice* Sorry. Arsé-kun: Har: ... Where am I? Sheepy: Sherlock: My flat. Arsé-kun: Har: .... Hoh? Sheepy: Sherlock: Um, I'm Sherlock Holmes. I worked with your father a few times. Arsé-kun: Har: *he sits up and squints at Sherlock* ... Oh, yeah, I recognize you. Sheepy: Sherlock: You do? Arsé-kun: Har: Yeah. Sheepy: Sherlock: Well, that's good. Sheepy: Sherlock: I hope you don't mind but you'll be living with our neighbors. Arsé-kun: Har: Anything's better than the streets! Sheepy: Sherlock: Good, good. Sheepy: *Morty is still glaring at them. stop that morty* Arsé-kun: Har: ... What's up, Morty? You get a croquet needle stuck up there? I'll want that back. Sheepy: Mort:...! No! Arsé-kun: Har: Then stop looking murderous! Sheepy: Mort: They're forcing me to stay here. Arsé-kun: Har: Would you rather live off crap from trash cans, Morty? Sheepy: Mort: I want Pops to come back and he won't until I prove the fact that I'm responsible. Sheepy: Mort: He said it himself! Arsé-kun: Har: Oh, shut up. Methinks a needle went through your skull, instead. Sheepy: Mort: No, he really did! Arsé-kun: Har: And I'm the selkie queen of Ireland. Sheepy: Mort: He said that the responsibility of raising us was too much and unless I stepped up and helped out more, he didn't know if he could handle it. Arsé-kun: Har: And that part was true, but Morty! I don't think he got out! Sheepy: Mort: He must have! I know he did! Arsé-kun: Har: This is what drove me to drink, Morty! *he's kidding according to his facial expression, but serious according to his tone* Sheepy: Mort: First of all, you were stupid to try that, and second of all, you've got no clue what you're talking about. Arsé-kun: Har: Yes, and no! Sheepy: Mort: He got out. Arsé-kun: Har: I hope he did! Sheepy: Mort: He did Sheepy: Mort: I'm confident. Arsé-kun: Har: And I'm Harland. And we're the Jackson. Sheepy: Mort: What? Arsé-kun: Harland: *he flops back down onto the sofa* Sheepy: Mort: Get some rest. Arsé-kun: Harland: I'd love to. How's the little guy? Sheepy: Aberthol: I found a cat! Sheepy: Aberthol: And a dog! The dog seems lonely! Arsé-kun: Harland: That's great. Sheepy: Aberthol: So I pet them both. Sheepy: Mort: Anyway, you better let me out soon. I'm not letting myself be trapped here by some guys who are at most a source of irritation. Sheepy: Sherlock: You're cutting off your nose to spite your face. Sheepy: Mort: And why should I trust you two? Sheepy: Mort: You're a forgetful idiot and the doctor next to you is a forgettable idiot. Arsé-kun: Watson: D: Arsé-kun: Germain: Oh, you don't have to. It is I you'll be staying with once he's recovered from his intoxication. Sheepy: Sherlock: You're not forgettable or an idiot! Arsé-kun: Germain: And that's fine. You don't know me, and I don't know you. Arsé-kun: Watson: ... Thank you, Sherlock. Sheepy: Mort: I have no obligation to know you. Meaning, we have met once, and that's as far as it'll go. Arsé-kun: Germain: Fair enough. Sheepy: Mort: As soon as Har recovers from his sickness, I'm leaving, whether or not they decide to come with me. Arsé-kun: Germain: As you wish. I'm not going to get in your way. I'll merely give my opinion on what could be in your best interest. Sheepy: Mort: At this point all I'm doing is dragging them down. I am the reason we became homeless. I don't deserve hospitality, so I won't accept it. Arsé-kun: Watson: *now may be the time to step out* Sheepy: Sherlock: *agreed* Arsé-kun: *aand they do* Sheepy: Sherlock: How stubborn! Arsé-kun: Watson: Quite. Sheepy: Sherlock: Reminds me of Harley actually. Arsé-kun: Watson: ... Good point. Sheepy: Sherlock: I still can't wrap my brain around why he hates me... Arsé-kun: Watson: Nor can I. Sheepy: Sherlock: But it's obvious he does, isn't it? Arsé-kun: Watson: No. Sheepy: Sherlock: Huh? Arsé-kun: Watson: Even after everything he's said and done, he still pushed you out of the way. Sheepy: Sherlock:...Right... Sheepy: Sherlock: And I'm alive because of it. Arsé-kun: Watson: All three of you are still alive. Sheepy: Sherlock: People usually don't wake up from comas, and when they do, they're never the same afterwards. Sheepy: Sherlock: I do my research when I'm scared. Sheepy: Sherlock: If he wakes up... Sheepy: Sherlock: He's not going to be himself anymore. Sheepy: Sherlock: I'm very scared. Sheepy: Sherlock: He may act nasty to me as often as he can, but... he's still my family, isn't he? Arsé-kun: Watson: Absolutely so. Sheepy: Sherlock: So I have to keep him safe. Arsé-kun: Watson: Well, do your best. Sheepy: Sherlock: And if my best isn't good enough...? Arsé-kun: Watson: Then I trust the hospital staff can pick up the slack. Sheepy: Sherlock: ...Okay. Arsé-kun: Watson: Lets fetch Mycroft, shall we? Sheepy: Sherlock: Yeah. Sheepy: *Sherlock goes to Mycroft!* Sheepy: Sherlock: Mycroft! We're going to visit Harley. Do you want to come? Arsé-kun: Mycroft: Oh? I suppose I will, yes. Sheepy: Sherlock: Great! Sheepy: *I guess they go?* Arsé-kun: *Good for them. Impey and Fran time, again* Arsé-kun: Van: .... *he knocks on the door* Are either of you lazy sods getting up today? Sheepy: Fran: *he gets up and gets the door* Sorry, sorry... Arsé-kun: Van: And Cardia is still waiting. Sheepy: Fran: I'm sorry... Sheepy: Fran: I've been doing my best... Arsé-kun: Van: Oh, well. *he looks at the table of chemicals* What's all this, then? Sheepy: Fran: ...! Some of that is new! I didn't do that! Sheepy: Fran: ... Ah, right, there's something I need to discuss with Mycroft... I'll deal with it after I've made what I need to make. Arsé-kun: Van: He just went out. Touch luck, pal. Sheepy: Fran: Darn. Sheepy: Fran: It's important too. Arsé-kun: Van: Write it down? Sheepy: Fran: No, no, I don't need to. Arsé-kun: Van: Okay. Sheepy: Fran: I'll remember. Arsé-kun: Van: *he steps in, moves to the desk, and looks over the paperwork, even adjusting his glasses as he does. he calmly puts the papers down, and looks at Fran* I have no idea what any of that said. Sheepy: Fran: It.. uh... Sheepy: Fran: Well, I don't expect you too. Arsé-kun: Van: I understood like, two words. Sheepy: Fran: Understandable. Arsé-kun: Van: Translate it. Sheepy: Fran: It's not important. Arsé-kun: Van: Then at least tell me what all this is? Sheepy: Fran: Results of my experiments. Arsé-kun: Van: Ah. Arsé-kun: Van: .... Are you going to just stand here? Or are you going to get your dance partner so we can have something edible in the building? Sheepy: Fran: D-dance partner? Arsé-kun: Van: I walked past the room last night. Sheepy: Fran: No, no, you misunderstand. Sheepy: Fran: I was hit with a fit of dizziness and he was trying to help. Arsé-kun: Van: ... Is that what it was? Sheepy: Fran: Yes. Sheepy: Fran: I haven't been keeping good care of myself over the past few days. Arsé-kun: Van: God damn it, Fran. Sheepy: Fran: I'll be fine. I just need to figure out how to help her... Sheepy: Fran: I think I'm on to something. Arsé-kun: Van: Well, okay. Sheepy: Fran: Besides, she's looking forqard to it, and... Sheepy: Fran: ...It's my fault. I've committed an unforgivable sin. Arsé-kun: Van: Is it getting up after ten? Sheepy: Fran: It's that late already? Sheepy: Fran: I didn't know... Sheepy: Fran: Do I wake up Impey? Sheepy: Fran: He may need the sleep... Arsé-kun: Van: Edible food, though. Sheepy: Fran: Oh dear... Sheepy: Fran: His sleep schedule is very important... but everyone going without food is also bad... Sheepy: Fran: Maybe we could try cooking? Arsé-kun: Van: ...... Ok Sheepy: Fran: You know how to cook, right? Sheepy: Fran: I don't know how to. Arsé-kun: Van: Not at all. Sheepy: Fran: Oh no... Sheepy: Fran: Well, um... we could go out? Arsé-kun: Van: This early? Sheepy: Fran: Well, none of us can cook. Sheepy: Fran: Wait... Sheepy: Fran: No, that won't work, nevermind. Sheepy: Iris: Abby! Franny! Sheepy: Fran:? Sheepy: Iris: I was going to make breakfast. Did you want any? Sheepy: Fran: *he looks to Van* Arsé-kun: Van: Yes, please. Sheepy: Iris: Okay! sheep: *Iris goes to make food.* Arsé-kun: Van: Well, I guess we don't need him after all sheep: Fran: I guess so... Arsé-kun: Van: Are we leaving him? sheep: Fran: He needs to sleep. Arsé-kun: Van: Well, ok. Sheepy: Fran: He was up late, I think. Sheepy: Fran: Where is everyone else, anyway? It's so empty as compared to usual... Arsé-kun: Van: Went out, I think. Sheepy: Fran: Oh... Arsé-kun: Van: .... It's quiet. ... A first. Sheepy: Fran: Too quiet. Arsé-kun: Van: Is it? Sheepy: Fran: Yeah... Arsé-kun: Van: At least no one is dead. Sheepy: Fran: True. Arsé-kun: *it's awkward for a minute* Sheepy: Fran: Hopefully Harley hasn't. Arsé-kun: Van: ... Oh. Right. Sheepy: Fran: We have to wait and see. Sheepy: Fran: Until then... Sheepy: Fran: Are you feeling okay since they experimented on you? Arsé-kun: Van: .... Mostly, yes. Sheepy: Fran: Mostly? Sheepy: Fran: I don't mean to pry, I just want to make sure you're okay. Arsé-kun: Van: .... I'm trusting you with this. Don't tell anyone I said this, but... No, I'm really not. Sheepy: Fran: I won't tell anyone. Arsé-kun: Van: ... I've gotten three hours of sleep in the last three days. Sheepy: Fran: Wh-what? Sheepy: Fran: I'm so sorry... Arsé-kun: Van: It's fine. Not your fault. Ever since I got out of the hospital, I've barely been able to sleep. I don't know why. Sheepy: Fran: Huh... Sheepy: Fran: Are you feeling stressed or worried? Sudden violent impulses? Arsé-kun: Van: All of it. *he takes his glasses off, and starts cleaning them* I've kept it under control, but I don't know why it's happening. Sheepy: Fran: It's the experimentation they did on you. I won't pry about what the painful memory you have is, but... they've set your mind up to replay whatever it is. You may be blocking out most of it, which is good, because otherwise you'd be like the grunts. Sheepy: Fran: I don't know how to fix it and I doubt you can just... get over whatever the memory is. Arsé-kun: Van: ... ... It barely plays anymore, though. Sheepy: Fran: Hmm... Sheepy: Fran: I don't know then. Sheepy: Fran: They never experimented on me so I can't really relate. Sheepy: Fran: I do feel fearful they may target me again. Maybe it's that? Arsé-kun: Van: Maybe.. Sheepy: Fran: Please be very careful. Arsé-kun: Van: Right. ... Thanks. Sheepy: Fran: Actually... one more thing.. Arsé-kun: Van: What? Sheepy: Fran: I guess this isn't really related, but... it's about what they were having me do for them. Arsé-kun: Van: Oh. Go ahead. Sheepy: Fran: They... well, they were trying to make me create the philosopher's stone. Sheepy: Fran: To put in one of their experiments they deemed worthy. Arsé-kun: Van: ...... I don't know what that is. Sheepy: Fran: The ultimate source of power. Sheepy: Fran: It was said to be a myth. Arsé-kun: Van: It's about as real as ghosts, isn't it? Sheepy: Fran: Isaac Beckford came to me and requested assistance in creating it. In return, I'd be given housing. Sheepy: Fran: And, well... a premature form of it is now in Cardia's chest. Sheepy: Fran: What I'm tying to say is, please be careful, because they may decide that you're a good host, and I don't know if they could salvage anything of use from the substances I made, but... Sheepy: Fran: It'd be bad if they did. Arsé-kun: Van: .... .... I got it. Sheepy: Fran: Um... if you start feeling like you need someone to talk to, also, I'll listen. Arsé-kun: Van: .... All right. Thank you, Victor. Arsé-kun: *rank ku ha!* Sheepy: Fran: No problem. Sheepy: Fran: No problem. Sheepy: Iris: *she arrives with food! it's waffles.* Here you go! ... Franny, what're you still wearing gloves for? You can't use utensils with those. Arsé-kun: Van: ... What's stopping him? Sheepy: Fran:...Um, I'd rather not... Sheepy: Fran: I'll manage. Arsé-kun: Impey: *he comes downstairs, yawning* Mornin', everyone! Arsé-kun: Van: Well, there went our quiet. Arsé-kun: Impey: Hey! You jerk, take that back! Arsé-kun: *Van just smirks and turns to his food. Impey is Ignored™* Sheepy: Fran: Good morning Sheepy: Iris: Oh! Good morning, Barby! Arsé-kun: Impey: Who cooked? It smells delicious! Sheepy: Iris: I did! Arsé-kun: Impey Good job, Iris! *he pats her head and leans on the arm of Fran's chair* Sheepy: *Iris looks proud!* Sheepy: Fran: How are you feeling? Arsé-kun: Impey: I'm good! You? Sheepy: Fran: I'm better. Arsé-kun: Impey: Good, good! Sheepy: Iris: Do you want any? Arsé-kun: Impey: Yes, please! Sheepy: *Impey gets waffles* Arsé-kun: *hooray!* Arsé-kun: *so everyone eats!* Sheepy: *yay* Sheepy: *fran helps with cleanup and goes back to science* Arsé-kun: *impey follows him back* Sheepy: Fran: I can just... feel it. Arsé-kun: Impey: So can I! *he lightly touches the beaker* Sheepy: Fran: Hahaha. Sheepy: *Fran does science things. He puts the solution on a piece of fabric, and then what appears to be blood? The fabric doesn't melt!* Sheepy: Fran: It's working.... it's working! Arsé-kun: Impey: You did it!! Sheepy: *Fran's joy surpasses that of a child getting what they wished for on christmas* Arsé-kun: *Impey manages to pass THAT, picking up Fran when he's put everything down* Sheepy: *Fran would normally be flustered by this. he's too happy to be* Arsé-kun: *and Van comes to see what the yelling is about* Sheepy: Fran: It's working, Van! Arsé-kun: Van: Oh, you did it? Sheepy: Fran: Yes... Arsé-kun: Van: I'll go pass it on, then. Sheepy: Fran: Now I just need to poison proof everything... Arsé-kun: Impey: Everything? That seems like a lot of work.. Sheepy: Fran: At least utensils, clothes, a pillow case, and a blanket. Arsé-kun: Impey: Oh, all right. We can do that, yeah. Sheepy: Fran: We need to. Sheepy: Cardia: You did it?! Arsé-kun: Impey: Fran did it! *he puts Fran down* Sheepy: Cardia: I'll be able to sleep! Sheepy: Fran: I'll get to work on making more and poison proofing everything! Sheepy: Fran: Do you know when Mycroft will be back? Sheepy: Cardia: No, he's visiting his brother. Arsé-kun: Impey: So he probably won't be back for a while.. sheep: Fran: That's unfortunate. Arsé-kun: Impey: Oh, well! Arsé-kun: *MEANWHILE* Sheepy: Sheepy: They had an octopus named Cthulhu... we should get one! Arsé-kun: Arséne: We just got a rabbit. No. Sheepy: Sheepy: Awwww... Arsé-kun: Arséne: Hm, hm, should we do some investigating of our own before we return home? Sheepy: Sheepy: Good idea. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Excellent! Where shall we begin? Sheepy: Sheepy: Where we were going last night. Arsé-kun: Arséne: An excellent idea. Sheepy: Sheepy: Where did you go anyway? I was worried about you. And then I got worried that you intentionally ditched me... Arsé-kun: Arséne: Sherlock and I had to stop and help some kids. Sheepy: Sheepy: Oh, okay. Sheepy: Sheepy: I was lonely and Phil terrifies me. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Very sorry. Sheepy: Sheepy: There was bloodshed. Sheepy: Sheepy: And screaming. Sheepy: Sheepy: Please don't leave me alone again. Sheepy: *Sheepy starts heading the wrong way... idiot.* Arsé-kun: Arséne: Not that way, Sheepy. Sheepy: *Sheepy heads the right way * Arsé-kun: *Arséne follows him* Sheepy: *so they get to their destination.* Sheepy: Sheepy:..So Phil and Nyar have a parrot, right. And Nyar taught it how to imitate a baby crying.. oh,we're here! Sheepy: Sheepy: Finally! Sheepy: Sheepy: This is where Tom had his store, right? Arsé-kun: Arséne: I believe so, yes. Sheepy: Sheepy: So now we just need to find evidence related to him. Sheepy: Sheepy: And Byrd... Sheepy: Tom: its cold Arsé-kun: Arséne: Would you like us to make you a sweater later, Tom? Sheepy: Tom: im scared Arsé-kun: Arséne: I'll take that as a yes. Sheepy: Tom: hes near Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... You're creeping me out again. Sheepy: Tom: its the only way Arsé-kun: Arséne: .. If you say so. Sheepy: Tom: dont trust him Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Sheepy, shall we get looking? Sheepy: Sheepy: Yeah! Sheepy: *Sheepy looks around* Arsé-kun: *It's mostly rubble and shit, Sheepy. What are you gonna do?* Sheepy: Sheepy: Tom, do you see anything? Sheepy: Tom: dont hurt me Sheepy: Sheepy: Guess not. Sheepy: Sheepy: He never dealt with the rubble... huh. Sheepy: *anyway they investigate. exciting* Arsé-kun: *they find! a lot of rubble and ashes and burnt crap* Sheepy: Sheepy: Not much here.. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Have you found anything? I haven't. Sheepy: Sheepy: Not yet. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Hm.. Maybe we should have brought others.. Sheepy: Sheepy: There's too much to look at. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Yeah. Lets fold our hand for now. There will be time to investigate more closely. Sheepy: Tom: burn burn burn Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... It'll let Tom calm down, as well. Sheepy: Tom: go to your friend ill handle it just stay away Sheepy: Tom: ill be ok Arsé-kun: Arséne: *he looks a little creeped out* Yeah, it's time to go. Sheepy: Sheepy: Maybe we can bring the scruffy man or Sherlock next time. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Monsieur Jason? Sheepy: Sheepy: Yeah. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I'll call him tomorrow. Sheepy: Sheepy: Okay. Sheepy: Tom: he's coming Arsé-kun: Arséne: Ominous. Sheepy: Tom: it missed anything important so stay calm and just breathe in breatge out breathe in breathe out breath in breath... in? out? cant breathe Sheepy: Sheepy: Tom you're scaring me. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Now you know how I feel. Sheepy: Sheepy: It usually doesn't bug me. Arsé-kun: *arsene and sheepy decide to Leave* Sheepy: *Tom is happy to go home* Arsé-kun: Impey: -- And we put it on every doorknob, just in case! Sheepy: Sheepy: Eh? Sheepy: Sheepy: What're you guys talking about? Arsé-kun: Impey: Oh, welcome back! Fran finished the thingy for Cardia! Sheepy: Sheepy: Oh. Sheepy: Sheepy: We went to investigate something. Arsé-kun: *arsene sits down at his desk. the usual* Sheepy: Sheepy: What should we do? Sheepy: Sheepy: Tom is quiet and it's worrying me. Do you think he's sleeping? Arsé-kun: Arséne: It's possibly. Sheepy: Sheepy: Huh. Sheepy: Sheepy: *he puts Tom near Pepper and sits down* Arsé-kun: Pepper: *sniiiiff* Sheepy: Tom:... Sheepy: Tom: ........ Sheepy: Tom: bunbunbun Sheepy: Sheepy: He's okay. Arsé-kun: Arséne: I'm glad. Sheepy: Sheepy: Sherlock and Watson are still out? They're sure taking their time. Arsé-kun: Arséne: Mycroft, as well. He went with them, I've been informed. Sheepy: Sheepy: When will they be back? Arsé-kun: Finis: I would like to know that, as well. *he's leaning on the doorframe, a dictionary under his arm* Sheepy: Iris: When will Daddy come home? Arsé-kun: Arséne: Unfortunately, I do not know. *he pauses* Since everyone is grouped up like this, now would be an optimal time for a notes update. Sheepy: Sheepy:? Arsé-kun: Arséne: ... Or as you like to call, "Arséne talks for a solid hour." Sheepy: Sheepy: Nooooo!!!