OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

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(( hold you in my dreams ))

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Hm? You mean related to the one in which Madame Tusspells brought my incompleted head to trial?

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...Da, but, I mean this one here. That you have been immortalized in.

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Oh, well, this one is a far less complicated tale to spin. Though I must warn you, many of the grisly crimes on display here are required to have a dash of morbidity to them, for how else will the Madame bring in a steady stream of patrons?

[Anyway. With more glee than is necessary:]

This, I believe, is a recreation of the scene where I was examining the body of a recently murdered horse trainer. You might read about it in The Str- Er, The Randst someday, my dear. The tale itself is entitled The Adventure of Silver Blaze.

[Orrr... perhaps she wishes to hear more?]

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[ a murdered horse trainer. she glances back at the scene as if to glean some hints of the story through this new lens. ]

My love...

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Yes, my dear?

[I mean. The corpse is dressed like a stable hand, I guess. Could be a horse trainer. Perhaps the backdrop is lovingly painted to indicate that of a stable itself, but it's about as much as she'll be able to glean, beyond a sign that labels one such stable as Silver Blaze.]

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We are here. Tell me now.

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[Heh.]

Do you really want me to spoil the tale? Iris might want your opinion of her storytelling prowess.

[He's teasing.]

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[ in a theatrically raised voice, for any other museum-goers to easily overhead: ] Herlock Sholmes! You deny your beloved wife, after so so long we are kept apart? You will not love her enough?

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[Ggk, wait, what-

FALLING OVER DAMAGE ANIMATION]

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[Immediately back up on his feet]

Of course I do! I love her very dearly! I would deny her nothing!

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[ heh. glances around, see who might be eavesdropping on the gossip ]

Nothing?

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[The establishment wasn’t crowded to begin with, but she does pull a few glances. A whisper or two: “Is that really Herlock Sholmes?”

Sholmes, though, loudly-]

Nothing!!

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[ it only takes one!! ]

I have seen nothing which demonstrates this to me. So do so.

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[aaaaAAAAAAAA]

The horse! Silver Blaze! Stolen away and painted to look like another horse!!

[...starts at the other end of the story. You've got him riled up, Sprezzatura.]

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Ah.

You gave away ending.

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[But-!]

I thought you wished to know!

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From beginning.

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[ …………………………… ]

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Well, what is the point now.

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[ omg ]

You cannot simply not telling me now!

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[you’re the one who chose to marry this man]

The tale’s already been ruined. The art of deduction is reduced to a mere parlor trick when one already knows the end result.

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Herlock!

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Very well. As I stated, my partner and I were called to Dartmoor—a region in southwest Britian—to investigate the murder of a horse trainer and the apparent theft of a prized thoroughbred, Silver Blaze.