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.
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.
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.]
[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?
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.]
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.
And what reason did you have to think that the knowledge of her real father would be harmful to her? As far as the general public knew, Klint was a victim. A noble man who fought to protect the people of London. A hero.
But you protected her from that information. Because you knew that wasn't the real truth. Am I wrong? [HE'S GONE FULL PROSECUTOR MODE.]
The truth did not "get out." Naruhodo worked tirelessly to uncover it. You did not sit idly by and wait for the truth to emerge. You waited for someone else to do the work you didn't want to do. You couldn't even tell- [His grip tightening again. As if he would have even believed it were Sholmes to have told him? Without proof?
But still, there's just something about it, the willful concealment. It's maddening, that for ten years, this man knew Klint van Zieks more fully and truly. It's not fair. None of this is fair.]
And now you are doing the same to miss Mikotoba. You're concealing what you know for your own sake, to cover your own complicity! Where does it end, Sholmes!?
[Is what he says back, and for this moment, this brief moment, Van Zieks can see a wholly different man in his grasp. There's no jokes, no smiles. No games. Just a solid stare, not really cold, not really warm. More like its just a simple body in his grasp, and behind that stare, the cogs of an ever-thinking machine whir with reckless abandon.]
Do you think I do anything for myself, Mr. Reaper?
[This change in demeanor does give him pause. But really, he already knew Sholmes was more than the clown he presented as. That's what makes his behavior all the more maddening.]
If I misunderstand anything, it is because you refuse to explain yourself. I have no choice but to draw conclusions based on the information I have. And that suggests you are keeping these secrets to cover your own tracks.
If I'm wrong, do feel free to correct my assumptions. With actual facts.
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[ALBERT ISN'T HERE DON'T INVOLVE HIM]
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[THIS WAS NOT A COMPETITION??]
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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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[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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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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[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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What do you mean?
[EXPLAIN LIKE. EITHER OF THOSE STATEMENTS.]
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Don't ignore me, you blasted lunatic.
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[walking fast]
["van zieks is after you"]
[walking faster]
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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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[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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[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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[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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... How long did you know the truth behind the Professor case, Sholmes?
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[He's trying to pull himself out of the man's grip, now.]
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[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.
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But you protected her from that information. Because you knew that wasn't the real truth. Am I wrong?
[HE'S GONE FULL PROSECUTOR MODE.]
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[He just looks almost....tired. Not defeated, just....tired.]
"The truth will get out, eventually". There were things left behind. The dog's collar, stolen, for example. I didn't want to chance it.
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[His grip tightening again. As if he would have even believed it were Sholmes to have told him? Without proof?
But still, there's just something about it, the willful concealment. It's maddening, that for ten years, this man knew Klint van Zieks more fully and truly. It's not fair. None of this is fair.]
And now you are doing the same to miss Mikotoba. You're concealing what you know for your own sake, to cover your own complicity! Where does it end, Sholmes!?
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[Is what he says back, and for this moment, this brief moment, Van Zieks can see a wholly different man in his grasp. There's no jokes, no smiles. No games. Just a solid stare, not really cold, not really warm. More like its just a simple body in his grasp, and behind that stare, the cogs of an ever-thinking machine whir with reckless abandon.]
Do you think I do anything for myself, Mr. Reaper?
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If I misunderstand anything, it is because you refuse to explain yourself. I have no choice but to draw conclusions based on the information I have. And that suggests you are keeping these secrets to cover your own tracks.
If I'm wrong, do feel free to correct my assumptions. With actual facts.
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