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[Hello, Monika! What a lovely day it is.]
[Someone is just. Posing? On stage? In the operahouse?]
[He just.]
[He's just posing.]
[Maybe it's not going to be a lovely day at all.]
[Someone is just. Posing? On stage? In the operahouse?]
[He just.]
[He's just posing.]
[Maybe it's not going to be a lovely day at all.]
...
[And then he's making another pose.]
"If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"
[And then a laugh, as he looks over at Monika.]
But! I am not made for the stage, my dear madam!
[And then he's making another pose.]
"If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"
[And then a laugh, as he looks over at Monika.]
But! I am not made for the stage, my dear madam!
No, no. I'm no actor. I was merely having a bit of fun.
[And a snap of the fingers.]
You would be right on that one. Very well read.
[And a snap of the fingers.]
You would be right on that one. Very well read.
Oh, jeez, I mean, you don't need to do something for a living to be good at it.
[Take the compliment, sir. But she smiles at that, walking closer to the stage.]
Well, I think I'd have to run away from embarrassment if I didn't recognize Shakespeare. I am the president of my school's literature club, after all.
[Take the compliment, sir. But she smiles at that, walking closer to the stage.]
Well, I think I'd have to run away from embarrassment if I didn't recognize Shakespeare. I am the president of my school's literature club, after all.
I suppose you have a point, there!
[Oh, he takes compliments all the time, but all for his GREAT DETECTIVE WORK, of course.]
Oh? A literature club? How thrilling! I suppose you know all the classics back to front.
[Oh, he takes compliments all the time, but all for his GREAT DETECTIVE WORK, of course.]
Oh? A literature club? How thrilling! I suppose you know all the classics back to front.
[He makes another pose!]
I live for solving a good mystery, my dear madam! I'm a great detective, after all. It is my bread and butter.
I live for solving a good mystery, my dear madam! I'm a great detective, after all. It is my bread and butter.
Destiny?
[An interesting word.]
Why "destiny"?
[An interesting word.]
Why "destiny"?
[Well, here's Sholmes! Except...something might be different, here. He's walking along, Irene at his feet in beagle form, but...he stumbles, suddenly, but is able to right himself before he falls.]
Ah, whoops! Almost broke my leg there! No, not quite. That would've been quite bad.
[His voice is a little slow? But what's more noticeable, however, is the wine bottle in his hand.]
Ah, whoops! Almost broke my leg there! No, not quite. That would've been quite bad.
[His voice is a little slow? But what's more noticeable, however, is the wine bottle in his hand.]
[He snaps his fingers at her.]
Most certainly not!
[While wobbling.]
Most certainly not!
[While wobbling.]
Just a friend to confide in. Though I don't usually do a thing such as this.
...
[He smiles, though it's almost sad.]
A young lady such as yourself shouldn't bother with such things. I appreciate your kindness, but...please. As a gentleman, I insist on leaving things be.
[He smiles, though it's almost sad.]
A young lady such as yourself shouldn't bother with such things. I appreciate your kindness, but...please. As a gentleman, I insist on leaving things be.
[Here's Sholmes, trying to gingerly walk through a field of shards. This is. Probably going to end up in disaster. His daemon, Irene, in hare form on his shoulder, looks...anxious.]
Ah, my dear madam! [He's waving!] How goes the day?
Ah, my dear madam! [He's waving!] How goes the day?
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If you insist...
[He just...stands there.]
I don't want to cause you trouble.
[He just...stands there.]
I don't want to cause you trouble.
Oh, I'm doing quite fine. You see, I'm very agile, so-
[He is very agile, and yet...he steps on a shard. Idiot.]
[This memory is rather simple. A very young girl with pink hair gets up to her feet, toddling towards a younger Sholmes, who, in his delight, reaches out for her. It's her first time walking.]
[He's never been more proud.]
[......He smiles. It's a good memory.]
[He is very agile, and yet...he steps on a shard. Idiot.]
[This memory is rather simple. A very young girl with pink hair gets up to her feet, toddling towards a younger Sholmes, who, in his delight, reaches out for her. It's her first time walking.]
[He's never been more proud.]
[......He smiles. It's a good memory.]
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