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.
There are two teams. The Temporals, and the Celestials. They both are opposed to each other - for what reason, I do not know. But they have brought us here and sorted us into those two factions against our will. Surely you know which "team" you are on?
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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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this is, again, the face of a man who has not spoken to a single npc]
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