PC CATCHALL WITH ALPHINAUD

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week zero day five

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[Hey Alphinaud!]

[Please witness Herlock Sholmes, great detective extraordinaire, crawling over the ground with his goggles on, peering down like he's trying to find something.]

[This is stupid.]

[arcsplainist]

[ It's kind of stupid.

Alphinaud stops, watching him for a long moment before venturing into the silence: ]

Have you lost something?

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Not at all, my good fellow!

[He looks up! The goggle make a whirring noise.]

I'm looking for clues!

[arcsplainist]

[ They make him think of the same goggles they used to read aether, come to think of it. ]

Any success? I confess I have not been able to stumble upon a single one, myself.

w0; saturday (post trial)

[arcsplainist]

[ Maybe it isn't the best time to go wandering about on one's own, but... that's what Alphinaud is doing. Sort of. He has a small paissa being carried in his arms, so that might count as having someone around.

Either way, he's out and about for some much needed fresh air. While passing by the tower, there is... ]

Oh. What brings you out this far, Mr. Sholmes?

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[He waves! Hello, Alphinaud! He shrugs, and then waves him over where he's just sitting against the tower. His daemon, Irene, is sitting like a cute little loaf in hare form.]

[But when Alphi comes close, he points at the paissa, raising an eyebrow. What in the world is THAT.]

[arcsplainist]

[ He will oblige! And wander over, watch him point, and glance down; it looks kind of somber, so. ]

—Esmerie? ... She will be well, I think; 'tis been a taxing day even for our companions, it seems.

[ No he did not interpret that right. ]

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...

[Drawing the paissa, with a big arrow, and WHAT IS THIS to hold up to Alphinaud.]

[arcsplainist]

... Ah!

[ oops ]

I am beginning to realize there are many of you here who do not know what a paissa is, huh...

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[Nodding!]

[And looking expectantly at him. What's the deal with this thing, paissa expert.]

w1 post execution

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[A certain detective is stalking through the streets, puffing away on his pipe. Irene is in crow form on his shoulders, preening her feathers. When he sees Alphinaud, he pauses, puffs away, and then just gives a nod.]

Greetings. We've had a very long day, haven't we?

[arcsplainist]

[ Alphinaud may be out, but he isn't walking much; an injured leg makes it an exhausting endeavor, but at least he has a crutch to get about. So for the time being he's mostly vibing out in the street, lost in thought, while a carbuncle curiously sniffs at various debris nearby.

At Sholmes' greeting, he looks up, snapped out of his thoughts. ]

—Aye, yet I'd argue it's been a long weekend... I can only be glad to be done with it, for the now.

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Oh, it's been a long week.

[He repeats, with a thin sort of smile.]

Unfortunately, time moves onward, my dear fellow. Tomorrow, we will wake to a new area, most likely.

[arcsplainist]

I would be glad for that, if dubiously so. It has become a rather dreary place, here.

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It is quite beautiful, honestly. But then again, being under the ocean puts strain on the nerves, doesn't it?

week five day two

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Oh, now this is exquisite!

[Says Sholmes - in the ice garden, he is posing at the base of some grand sculpture of a pointing greyhound, grinning over at Alphinaud as he approaches.]

My dear fellow, what craftmanship it must take, hm?

[arcsplainist]

Quite.

[ As Alphinaud makes his way through, Esmerie trotting along beside him (with a scarf around her little carbuncle body, of course), it's no surprise that he comes across another. He stops to take a look at both Sholmes and the statue. ]

Never afore have I seen sculptures made of ice. Would your hands not become too cold...?

[greatdeduction]

Yes, I would imagine so! So they must use some sort of gloves to keep their hands toasty warm as they do their icy work.

[Posing differently-!]

Does it snow where you come from, my dear fellow?

[arcsplainist]

[ Even with gloves... (Also, what are you doing, Sholmes.) ]

Indeed it does. My homeland of Sharlayan is far to the north, so it is prone to snow at times. Back in Eorzea, however... Actually, there is the region of Coerthas which now experiences permanent snowfall. I had spent quite some time there, once.

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[he's Vibing]

Permanent?

[He looks...horrified!!]

No warm weather? None at all?

week 7 day 1

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[Wow, this feels all fantasy JRPG up in here! Well, not really. It is a giant clearing, vivid and bright, and Sholmes is walking through the area, Irene in beagle form at his side.]

[When he sees Alphinaud, he stops, before gesturing to the wide expanse of it all.]

Rather makes one feel miniscule in the grand scheme of things, doesn't it?

[arcsplainist]

[ It's very wide and open—not to mention, currently empty. Alphinaud isn't usually one to avoid people, but after the meeting earlier... Yeah, he's going to take it.

Thankfully, Sholmes approaches as if nothing were off. ]

Aye; 'tis beautiful. I will rather enjoy the calm after the busyness of Kings.

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[There's...a lot off. But Sholmes is never the type to enter encounters much differently, regardless of the context.]

Mm. More like your world, my dear fellow? What you experienced was much like my London. I suppose this more suits your style.

[arcsplainist]

Mistake me not, I am more accustomed to the city life than not. Kings was simply vast and bright and overwhelming in ways I am not accustomed to.

[ Esmerie hops off from his shoulders, curiously going to inspect the flora around them. ]

Perhaps with time I could have grown to better appreciate it.

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Ah. I see, I see. It makes sense.

[Irene scratches at her ear with her hind leg.]

Regardless of how beautiful every place is...what a mess we've found ourselves i, haven't we?