We have been brought here to engage in a "conflict". We belong to two factions, who oppose each other fundamentally, and who this "conflict" is centered around. Last night, we were trapped...on purpose, perhaps, to prevent action besides the chosen parties. So, why all the effort? Why all the secrecy? We were chosen, yes, but it would not be too much of a guess to assume we're used like pawns in this grand scheme.
Why...the conclusion is simply elementary, my dear sir.
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week zero day five
[When he just sees Qi Rong. He.]
[Yeets a whole danish at him? HELLO??????]
Here, have a pastry, my dear fellow!
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catches it in midair with his teeth and chomps down on it messily.]
The fuck is this? It's pretty good.
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[And taking a bite out of one himself.]
Also, I don't think we've met. You are...?
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[he
does not ask for sholmes's name in return, because he's a rude shit.]
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[Poses!]
Herlock Sholmes! The world-famous, one and only great consulting detective in the world. I presume you have heard of me.
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[And a shrug.]
What do you think of all of this mess, Mr. Qi Rong?
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[...whatever his name was]
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Why...the conclusion is simply elementary, my dear sir.
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What the fuck.
[guess who never talked to literally any of the npcs]
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What part is that a reaction to.
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Then I don't think I could help you there. Here, another pastry for your troubles.
[yeets!]
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and then, speaking very rudely while he chews:]
You could at least try to explain.
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