[Please witness Herlock Sholmes, great detective extraordinaire, crawling over the ground with his goggles on, peering down like he's trying to find something.]
[ 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... ]
[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.]
[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?
[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?
week zero day five
[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.]
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w0; saturday (post trial)
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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w1 post execution
Greetings. We've had a very long day, haven't we?
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week five day two
[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?
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week 7 day 1
[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?
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