[He takes a sip, musing over the words for a long moment.]
I suppose you're right. Ah, but I suppose...well. We'll have to see. [And he looks over to her.] You know...you do have a way with words, my dear madam.
Personally, I've never read them. [He knows OF literature, but mostly he just knows Crime.] But I know they are quite monumental in terms of their literary importance. How does it feel, being someone known throughout the world in such way?
I am not so sure, to be honest. While those stories saved my life, I did not intend for them to become popular. Now I am renowned for them, and this contribution has doomed me to a cycle of death and rebirth to assist humanity.
[ she knows this is opening a door to a conversation she doesn't really want to have, but! there's no other way to really explain why being renowned sucks. ]
Yes. There are others like me who do not mind it, or would even prefer it. Not me. I'm so afraid of the agony of death that being summoned is the worst thing that could happen.
[ the bartender tries to offer her a drink again, like. lady are you okay. ]
It is how the stories are creatively used that could give someone an advantage. However, as I am not a combat-oriented Servant, I don't have as much utility as one that is.
[ a sip. she's fine not being useful if it means never being summoned again. ]
That is correct. The king would marry, then kill his new wife the next day. He was afraid of them being unfaithful. By keeping him entertained with a story and ending on a cliffhanger, I could keep this conclusion at bay.
One thousand and one nights, and several hundred tales, seems like a small price to pay to keep my life. Yet I am still afraid of death... He could have grown tired of me and had me beheaded at will. My safety was not guaranteed.
[YEAH WHERE IS IT watch her be dressed more than her usual]
Oh. Oh, no. I really couldn't. I'm a great detective, you see. World-famous, known everywhere. Rest simply isn't in my vocabulary with the amount of work I do.
Oh, no. My mind is going a mile a minute regardless of what my body does. Even as I speak, I'm going over the cases of prior weeks. It simply shan't be stopped.
There could possibly be such a thing. I have not had the opportunity to try. My concern would be, if they are not human, would they have any interest? This could be a being beyond our comprehension, who cares not about the lives of mere humans.
[ which, considering everything that has gone down, seems to be the case. ]
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[He takes a sip, musing over the words for a long moment.]
I suppose you're right. Ah, but I suppose...well. We'll have to see. [And he looks over to her.] You know...you do have a way with words, my dear madam.
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[ it's the one of the few things she knows she's good at, and the compliment heartens her. ]
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...So, truly, you are the grand woman behind "One Thousand and One Nights"?
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[ she knows this is opening a door to a conversation she doesn't really want to have, but! there's no other way to really explain why being renowned sucks. ]
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O-Oh, goodness. My dear madam! That sounds...excruciating?
[A CYCLE OF DEATH AND REBIRTH???]
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[ the bartender tries to offer her a drink again, like. lady are you okay. ]
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Isn't there a way just to say no to such a thing?
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It is a contract, so... yes. However, I feel like I must answer.
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What does one even use a storyteller for, anyways? More stories?
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[ a sip. she's fine not being useful if it means never being summoned again. ]
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You've already been through your share of trials - didn't you have to tell those tales to avoid death in the first place?
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[he is SO WORRIED about this LADY]
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[A pause.]
My dear madam, someone really needs to give you the vacation of your dreams. You'll pop your head off from the stress at this rate.
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That is very kind of you to say.
I should apologize, we were supposed to be talking about you. Perhaps you should be the one to take a vacation.
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Oh. Oh, no. I really couldn't. I'm a great detective, you see. World-famous, known everywhere. Rest simply isn't in my vocabulary with the amount of work I do.
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[ she isn't trying to be obtuse but like. if you can mope at a bar, surely you can take a vacation?? ]
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[(sholmes voice) yes my victorian ADHD,]
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[ but also. shrug emoji. it's kind of hard to tell him to stop when she's preoccupied with DEATH. ]
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[HUFFS]
One cannot rest. Not at all.
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[ it makes her sad!! but this is why she isn't a detective. ]
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I don't suppose a story could fix something like that, could it? A story to persuade an angel to not do such a thing...
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[ which, considering everything that has gone down, seems to be the case. ]