OPEN POST; [ SHERLOCK HOLMES / ACD/GRANADA ]

[ratiocinations]

stuff goes here later

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crawls back a thousand years later

[mekhanicallous]

[ Leland, too, leaning on his cane, dressed in black—but he is a small and lithe man whose sharpness lives namely in his smile and the one mekhanical eye whirring in its socket.

it is audible even from a slight distance, such as now, as he tilts his head and glances up at the dark sky and chuckles. ]

Well, I'm only half-blind, aren't I?

opens my arms and engulfs you into the void

[ratiocinations]

[Any given individual presents a man like Holmes a deluge of information to garner, to interpret. There is no difference when it comes to this stranger he's found knocking at his door, though there are instances when one attribute is so pronounced that it temporarily tamps down all else.

Needless to say, that whirring mechanical eye? It qualifies. So much so that Sherlock cannot help himself but wear an expression of pure bafflement, followed soon by intrigue, stepping even closer to the boundary of invasion of personal space to get a better look. He's never seen anything like it. It's a bit like something from a penny dreadful.

And yet still, he smiles, clearly Invested despite not knowing what the heck is going on here.]

Oh, quite so. But not lacking the use of a pocket watch, surely? No matter. You call upon the residents of 221B in the dead of the night, and fortune presents you with one of them now. What business might you have here?

[mekhanicallous]

[ personal invasion means little to Leland, who either invades it of his own accord, treating it with a vicious disregard, or who hardly even notices it to care. when Holmes steps forward, he simply lifts his chin—for their difference in height becomes increasingly apparent. his eyeteeth glint in the evening gloom. ]

Are you not the man other men go to when something needs doing? Everyone says so.

[ratiocinations]

[Then they're both just fine with the invasion of personal space to some degree, though it's unclear whether it's Holmes' innate Victorian Awareness that has him straightening soon after, or simply the mere, promising mention of "something that needs doing."]

Do they?

[He knows this, of course. A certain good Doctor has made sure he has something of a reputation in London, a blessing that Holmes treats ambivalently on a good day.]

That wholly depends on what needs to be done. Perhaps you'd like to discuss this inside?