[Well, well, well, if it isn't Tits Van Zieks McGee! Here's Sholmes, still in....a sexy nun outfit, but at least he has a long brown coat on top of it? Does this make it better? Probably not.]
[He blinks with some surprise at the appearance of the other, snapping his fingers in his direction to get his attention.]
Why, if it isn't Mr. Reaper! Your steady transformation into a church gargoyle continues apace, I see.
[Hey, Van Zieks! It's your favorite detective! He looks to be coming from the beach, his pants a bit sandy. Irene as a beagle trots at his side, looking up at the man inquisitively.]
Ah, the man I was looking for. Have you talked with our mysterious angels, yet?
[Here's Sholmes, popping up out of nowhere like he usually does. He's back in his usual wear of a detective, complete with goggles and Irene as a beagle at his side.]
My dear fellow, I have a proposition for you. Will you hear me out?
[Here's your favorite clown in the world, Van Zieks. When he enters the opera house, he pauses, before putting his hands on his hips with a light smile.]
Ah. For a second, I thought you were one of the many decorations in this place. Aiming to blend in?
[As soon as the curse hit, of course van Zieks was struck with an insurmountable need to find the blasted man. After looking a fair few places, it struck him that an overgrown garden maze was exactly the sort of absurd location London's great detective would haunt. He's able to make short work of the task of navigation, with Adelheid flying just overhead, but as soon as he comes upon Sholmes, she dives down, shifting into a cat form so that she can trot over to Irene, rubbing up against her, purring.
Van Zieks is more sedate, almost conflicted, his expression set in its usual frown.]
[He most certainly is here, languidly smoking on his pipe as Van Zieks walks up - he only glances up when Adelheid speeds ahead, and Irene snuffles at the other as they make contact.]
...And to what pleasure do I have to meet you on this day, my dear fellow?
[Hi, Van Zieks. You know that note you sent earlier? Sholmes is ignoring the HELL out of that. He's here, storming into the maze, trying to find any sign of the prosecutor, and when he does, he's striding up to him. He's...actually not solidly on his feet, stumbling slightly, but he's determined, all the same.]
[Stepping up, he's brandishing a finger in the other's direction.]
You are an utter fool, you know that?
[Maybe for the first time ever, Van Zieks will get to see an incredibly deep annoyance in the man's features, bordering on sincere anger.]
[ARE YOU DRUNK? Anyway as soon as he sees Sholmes coming he looks like he wants to bolt, but that would more obviously make him a coward, so he can only resort to his usual Frowning.]
I do hope this is related to the mysteries at hand, because I know miss Mikotoba would not have failed to give you my instructions.
[Sholmes is...trying his best to make his way through these shards of glass on the ground, Irene in hare form on his shoulder. He's doing pretty well, managing to avoid them...except when he hears a noise, he missteps, looking over at Van Zieks.]
[Frankly van Zieks' instinct is to pretend he's seen nothing. It's surely the polite thing to do. But... too much of it informs recent discussions, complicates and confuses them. So after a long moment, he looks up at Sholmes and simply asks;]
[Oh... Well van Zieks will just sit opposite him. Maybe we can play some chess. Adelheid leaps onto his lap as a cat. She looks up at Irene and mewps.]
That's good. I have things I need to tell you as well.
[Here he is, leaning against a wall somewhere, ice pack to his head - he's got his eyes closed even as Van Zieks approaches, his frown deepening. Irene is in crow form, hiding her face under her wing.]
Not quite a nice sight to greet me upon awakening, really...
[He could just. He could just remain silent and pretend he's not in. But then Sholmes would probably like. Climb in the window or something. He's that absurd. Anyway, he's not a coward. So he gets up and opens the door.]
[For some reason van Zieks’s hair is cutely braidedon the sides today? Anyway Sholmes definitely snuck up on him since van Zieks has been avoiding him but he’s playing it cool.]
I don’t know what you are referring to. My legs are long because I inherited my height from my grandfather.
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week zero, day 1
[He blinks with some surprise at the appearance of the other, snapping his fingers in his direction to get his attention.]
Why, if it isn't Mr. Reaper! Your steady transformation into a church gargoyle continues apace, I see.
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I've not the slightest ideas what that is supposed to mean, but go away, I'm busy.
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week zero THE REAL DAY ONE
Ah, the man I was looking for. Have you talked with our mysterious angels, yet?
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You mean the Celestial Watchers?... I have. Why?
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week zero day four pre curfew
[Here's Sholmes, popping up out of nowhere like he usually does. He's back in his usual wear of a detective, complete with goggles and Irene as a beagle at his side.]
My dear fellow, I have a proposition for you. Will you hear me out?
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I'm listening.
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week zero post execution
Ah. For a second, I thought you were one of the many decorations in this place. Aiming to blend in?
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Spare me your jokes.
[He’s just in a dark corner, cloak drawn around him, with his notebook.]
There’s another crime we need to investigate, Sholmes.
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week 1, tuesday
Van Zieks is more sedate, almost conflicted, his expression set in its usual frown.]
... Sholmes.
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...And to what pleasure do I have to meet you on this day, my dear fellow?
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week 1, day three
Whatever are you reading, my dear fellow?
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Oh, just a novel. A little light reading every now and then is good, I think... We haven't exactly been given further instructions.
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week 1, day five
[Stepping up, he's brandishing a finger in the other's direction.]
You are an utter fool, you know that?
[Maybe for the first time ever, Van Zieks will get to see an incredibly deep annoyance in the man's features, bordering on sincere anger.]
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I do hope this is related to the mysteries at hand, because I know miss Mikotoba would not have failed to give you my instructions.
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week 1, Saturday post-trial
I would have you speak to Mr Kaburagi, Sholmes.
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Almost certainly. I will. Have you talked with him already?
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week 2, day 1
[The memory that comes forward is...extensive.]
[But it leaves the detective quite unnaturally sullen by the end of it.]
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Why didn't you go with him?
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week 2 day 4
[When he sees Van Zieks, he opens an eye, smiling.]
Ah, just the man I wanted to see. I do have something to share, though it will get shared eventually.
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That's good. I have things I need to tell you as well.
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week 2 post trial
Not quite a nice sight to greet me upon awakening, really...
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Did that fall knock some sense into you?
[Finally you acknowledge we are not friends.]
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week 2 post execution
Hello, hello! Is a certain prosecutor in?
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What do you want?
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week 3 day 3
...You know, I realized why you have such long legs. You do an awful lot of running away from everything that inconveniences you.
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I don’t know what you are referring to. My legs are long because I inherited my height from my grandfather.
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week 3, Friday
Sholmes.
[Calling out to him.]
She's not dead.
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[He stops. Stares. Like he's seen a ghost.]
What...what do you mean? How? Where?
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week 3 post trial
You are a fool.
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[He is. Clearly stressed. Irene as a crow is preening her feathers.]
Tell me something I do not know, for once, perhaps.
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week 4, tuesday
How long are you going to maintain that you and Mr Kaburagi have not come to some sort of disagreement, Sholmes?
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Have I said such a thing? Regardless, why does it matter to you?