OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

[retroductions]

(( hold you in my dreams ))

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[spelljam]

She... brought it to trial?

[ she's still on her knees before the other Sholmes, but looking at him now directly. ]

Very devoted woman, she.

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That much is very true.

[They're talking about a woman who dug up a grave to properly cast the facade of a dead man, after all. But maybe that part isn't worth mentioning for now.

Instead, Sholmes hops on on the display next to her.]

But her devotion to her craft is evident, is it not? A handsome face, hm?

[spelljam]

[ there he is, close enough for her to touch. she looks from him to the waxwork. ]

Not so handsome.

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[Sputters-] It… it isn’t?!

[spelljam]

Nyet. [ a low purr of a laugh as she cups his face—the real Sholmes' ] I like this one more. It is your motion, and this light in your eyes, and your knowing of all around you which makes you so very beautiful man.

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[Oh. She'll watch realization shift into a bright smile across his features.]

My dear, it's true very little can compare to the original, but to flatter me in such a way... You'll have me blushing.

[spelljam]

[ oh, she'd like for him to blush. ] It is your life I am loving. This... replica, he does not have your joy.

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Ha! [His usual bright bark of a laugh.] Nor my intellect? But most importantly of all, an array of people most important to him. That is where the true joy lies.

[spelljam]

All of that. [ what a strong laugh it is ] You are soft.

[retroductions]

Just so.

[He is, in his own way. Years ago, not so much, but time (and so much of that time spent as a father) has dulled the colder, less personable edges of him.

(Even if it transformed them into annoyance for those who don't know him well.)]

Tell no one.

[spelljam]

[ little smooch... ]

I do not think it is mystery to many...

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[Smooches are always welcome. Even in public. The scandal!]

Oh, no doubt you're mistaken. Iris writes me as a precisely calculating individual with no true attachment to many. No doubt she finds this more compelling for the readers of The Strand.

real tag

[spelljam]

Are you meaning Randst?

i don't believe this

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Yes, that's what I said. [let him and me live]

can't u

[spelljam]

You did not.

:frogknife:

[retroductions]

What? No, you’ve misheard. I would never mistake the name of the publication that prints Iris’ tales!

[he did]

[spelljam]

Alright.

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[wow]





Ahem. Would you like to continue the tour, my dear?

[spelljam]

So easy to fluster, my dear Sholmes. Da, continue.

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Flustered? Never! [moving on!!!] To the wretchedly unsolved crimes, then!

[A display of them, he seems to mean. How pleasant. He takes her still.]

Come along, my dear.

[spelljam]

Nyet, but— [ she tugs on his arm ] explain your investigation to me first.

[retroductions]

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

[spelljam]

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

[retroductions]

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?]

[spelljam]

[ 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...