PC CATCHALL FOR VAN ZIEKS

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[Ah.]

[He looks away.]

How very, very unfortunate, indeed. I suppose hoping for good news after this is a bit much, yes?

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If there's any logic behind the team assignments, it only makes sense for you and I to be on opposing sides.

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[He actually lets out a burst of laughter at that, sharp and loud.]

That so? I always thought we were on the same side all along.

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We were, unfortunately.
[As Gregson always said. Herlock Sholmes is an impossible man but he is not ill-intentioned.]

Rather I mean that you and I are completely opposite sorts of people, Sholmes.

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I would say the same thing about you and your dear friend from university. Somehow that didn't stop you.

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What is your point?

[ALBERT ISN'T HERE DON'T INVOLVE HIM]

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Logic and reasoning, my good fellow! You're saying we can't get along because we're different people. But you are clearly friends with that friendly and rather rattlepated scientist of yours, so ergo, your argument is null and void. I win.

[THIS WAS NOT A COMPETITION??]

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... I was a different person when I met Albert.

Besides, the fact stands that at the moment, we are on opposing teams. So I hardly see how you win anything.

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No, you weren't. You just covered yourself up after you met him in all the layers of grime and muck that the system decided to put you in. Don't fool yourself.

[A chuckle.]

I could care less about opposing teams. If I could be on a team of my own, I would! And I'm certainly not going to play by their game. So in a way, I win by losing utterly.

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[Not being willing to play their game is valid, but also;]

Don't speak as if you know me so intimately, Sholmes.
[You're not my friend you don't know my life!!!!!]

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I don't. But at the same time, I do.

[And just walking by him.]

Anyways, be on the lookout for dark clouds in the horizon, my dear fellow. I do not think we will both like what they bring.

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[HELLO??? THESE CRYPTIC STATEMENTS???]

What do you mean?
[EXPLAIN LIKE. EITHER OF THOSE STATEMENTS.]

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[He's just waving goodbye!! He's a cryptid! He don't need to explain shit!!!]

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[NO!!!! Van Zieks is marching after him. Cannot believe Sholmes has tricked him into not wanting their conversation to end.]

Don't ignore me, you blasted lunatic.

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[making my way downtown]

[walking fast]

["van zieks is after you"]




[walking faster]

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[I'M TALLER, YOU CAN'T OUTPACE ME, FOOL.

In fact the slow speed chase just gives him time to Think Thoughts. About how Sholmes has demonstrated a pattern of withholding information. And knowing more than he lets on.]

Sholmes.
[Reaching out to grab the detective's arm.]

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[I rolled a D20 on the channel and got a 4 for the attempted Dodge from Van Zieks reaching out, so the prosecutor gets what he wants - the great detective in his grasp.]

[But the man's eyes are shining, almost boyishly, as he looks back.]

And what assistance can I provide the great prosecutor of the Old Bailey, hm?

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Explain what you just said. What is it you think you know about me?
[BECAUSE HE SUDDENLY HAS SEVERAL SUSPICIONS.]

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[.........]

[He just stares at him.]

I'm taking care of your niece, my dear fellow.

[He says, like this explains anything.]

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That doesn't explain anything.

[Just steals your action brackets.]

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...

[His daemon hiccups into a crow, and alights onto his shoulders. She hops down his arm a little to start squawking at Van Zieks.]

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[Sorry Irene he's ignoring you.]

... How long did you know the truth behind the Professor case, Sholmes?

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I thought you didn't think I was worth my salt as a consulting detective, Mr. Reaper, and here you are, supposing I knew the truth of a case that perplexed the whole of London over.

[He's trying to pull himself out of the man's grip, now.]

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I never said that. Your skill as a detective and your irritating personality are two separate matters. You knew who Iris's father was all along. It's not unreasonable to suspect there was other information only you were privy to.

[THAT JUST MAKES HIM GRIP SHOLMES'S ARM HARDER?]

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[The truth of her father. Of course he had known. There were pieces that didn't fall into place until later, but....]

...

[He looks away. The daemon at his shoulder ducks her head against his cheek.]

I had to protect her.