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[open] But the hole remains, an empty space
Who: Sherlock and others
Status: Open
Where: Eltrut
What: Some MANTA stuff, some catch all stuff
Warnings: one fancy looking detective for one prompt, Sherlock giving people heart attacks with his testing antics in another (in two?)
Anyone who believes Sherlock is here to make nice and help repair Paladin relations is terribly mistaken. Sherlock wants information. He wants to make sure everyone who was involved in the crystallization trafficking is held responsible to the highest degree. He feels personally betrayed after investigating the matter for so long, becoming a victim himself, and then learning that the whole thing was spearheaded by Paladins. He's had his suspicions in the past about Paladin cover ups, and trust broken at this level is not easily mended.
Perhaps, the Paladins should have worked more to restore relations within their own group. Sherlock remains, despite, and to spite them. His eyes are cold steel despite the smile as he stands near the refreshments, listening to a pair talk as the two grab flutes of sparkling wine. ]
John?! Mrs. Hudson?! Can you hear me?! WATSON! JOHN!!
[ But he never knows if his voice carried through the rift to anyone who might have heard on the other side. He falls. The air rushes past him, though he doesn't panic as others might. He has his Trustfaller Bangle after all.
Sherlock's feelings of home (in Escordvi) will center around the Surasthana Cafe, the S.H. Detective Agency, and various people he's especially close to. Sorry if he drops in unannounced. At least any falls for him will be cushioned by his bangle and result in no injuries. For him. (But feel free to catch in a princess carry if you want.) ]
He hasn't really taken any good photos, however. Sherlock has used a photography camera before, so unfamiliarity with the technology isn't the issue. He's simply more focused on the testing portion of the quest rather than the actual results.
Maybe he should take a few photos with his friends as keepsakes. ]
So, if you find Sherlock trying to walk out of a window from his second story apartment, he's testing out the shoes. (Any fear of falling has been removed due to his Trustfaller Bangle and certain happenings in another world.) If you find a strange cushion in the Surasthana Cafe or a rock that wasn't in a park before, that's Sherlock testing out his cloak which doubles as a more respectable version of walking outside with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
No, Sherlock did not warn anyone of his new purchases. Why is he like this? ]
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Status: Open
Where: Eltrut
What: Some MANTA stuff, some catch all stuff
Warnings: one fancy looking detective for one prompt, Sherlock giving people heart attacks with his testing antics in another (in two?)
MANTA Paladin: Love and Paladinspace
[ Sherlock followed the instructions and dressed his best: long, flared black jacket and pants with a white, buttoned and lightly ruffled dress shirt and a black corset belt. To give a touch of color and to make certain parties feel uncomfortable, Sherlock pinned a pale green crystal in the shape of a hexagon and bordered by silver filigree at his collar. While he healed, one of those crystals had popped off his skin. He thought to study it, but when the Paladins had announced this gala, a new idea formed.
Anyone who believes Sherlock is here to make nice and help repair Paladin relations is terribly mistaken. Sherlock wants information. He wants to make sure everyone who was involved in the crystallization trafficking is held responsible to the highest degree. He feels personally betrayed after investigating the matter for so long, becoming a victim himself, and then learning that the whole thing was spearheaded by Paladins. He's had his suspicions in the past about Paladin cover ups, and trust broken at this level is not easily mended.
Perhaps, the Paladins should have worked more to restore relations within their own group. Sherlock remains, despite, and to spite them. His eyes are cold steel despite the smile as he stands near the refreshments, listening to a pair talk as the two grab flutes of sparkling wine. ]
MANTA Special: No Rift Like Home
[ Within the rift, he sees the door to the share sitting room of 221B Baker Street. Sherlock's heart stops in his chest, and he reaches out, fingers stopping just shy of the rift's surface. ]John?! Mrs. Hudson?! Can you hear me?! WATSON! JOHN!!
[ But he never knows if his voice carried through the rift to anyone who might have heard on the other side. He falls. The air rushes past him, though he doesn't panic as others might. He has his Trustfaller Bangle after all.
Sherlock's feelings of home (in Escordvi) will center around the Surasthana Cafe, the S.H. Detective Agency, and various people he's especially close to. Sorry if he drops in unannounced. At least any falls for him will be cushioned by his bangle and result in no injuries. For him. (But feel free to catch in a princess carry if you want.) ]
MANTA General: Eltrut Snap!
[ Still feeling like he owes both Kaveh and Alhaitham, Sherlock volunteers to help take pictures using the new device. He's certainly trying to put it through its paces by taking extreme close ups of flowers or prolonged exposure to the sky or trying to take a photo while moving. He takes meticulous notes on each of his trials.He hasn't really taken any good photos, however. Sherlock has used a photography camera before, so unfamiliarity with the technology isn't the issue. He's simply more focused on the testing portion of the quest rather than the actual results.
Maybe he should take a few photos with his friends as keepsakes. ]
Having fun with new purchases
[ So after the whole bounty thing, Sherlock has invested in a camouflage cloak (level 3) of a dark grey color with a hood and a pair of Sacred Galewind Shoes, which surprisingly look like a classy pair of black shoes with faint feather embroidery in black thread on the sides to invoke the idea of Mercury's winged sandals (or Hermes or other mythical variant). He hopes to avoid such trouble in the future with these additional tools in his bag. All he needs to do is test them out.
So, if you find Sherlock trying to walk out of a window from his second story apartment, he's testing out the shoes. (Any fear of falling has been removed due to his Trustfaller Bangle and certain happenings in another world.) If you find a strange cushion in the Surasthana Cafe or a rock that wasn't in a park before, that's Sherlock testing out his cloak which doubles as a more respectable version of walking outside with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
No, Sherlock did not warn anyone of his new purchases. Why is he like this? ]
No rift like home
Well, that's a random way to start your afternoon coffee run!
Sherlock might have his magic bangle, but she done don't know that! And quick moves to princess catch/hold him as he comes in for the landing!]
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It takes a moment to get his bearings again. This isn't even the spot his Ring of Returning is set to. ]
Hullo. I did not mean to drop in like this.
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[Because, you know, he looks kind of confused and disorientated right now!? And also just kind of dropped out of the ceiling evidently nowhere!? Geez, will surprises here never cease?
Well, Enty goes ahead and moves to let him down from her big, strong arms.]
Do you mind telling me what happened?
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I was looking at what appeared to be a doorway to my world when I fell and arrived here. It is possible another doorway had opened up under my feet.
[ Sherlock didn't have a chance to observe. Everything happened so fast, and he was trying to get the attention of anyone who might hear him back in his world. ]
special: no rift like home
she has to make sure that his day goes perfect, so anyone who ruins it will get punched in the face or worse. sherlock manages to avoid being punched, because when he falls through the rift, and takes a crazy fall down is where the tenrec is quick on her feet. surge rushes like a snap of lightening, catching him in mid-air to land on one another table with her feet. whatever glass and plates were there are shattering onto the floor, but what matters is that she got him even if a few guests have lost their food to the fall.
they're the center of attention. ]
You got three seconds to tell me what ya up to or I'mma make sure you go missin'.
[ no one is ruining drippy's work day!! ]
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Sherlock tries to break out of her hold. Right now, Sherlock has more information than Surge. He knows what she looks like because she used video. She does not know what he looks like because he only communicated by text.
Although, the fact that she has already resorted to threats tells Sherlock that he was right to suspect her and Kitsunami. ]
I clearly fell against my will.
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How clear is that?
[ she doesn't see anything suggesting it was against his will, oh how the tables have turned. the mistake here is that there's nothing saying he didn't plan this, and the other mistake here is that surge is here for no reason.
where she thinks she's helping kitsunami on his big day is nothing more than her jumping the gun believing she's being of help. ]
'Cuz to me, you're interruptin' the business by doing whatever ya did.
[ he may still be in her arms, but she's going to drop sherlock on the table's surface so she can squat down and look at him better. ]
No money, no service.
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[ Now free, Sherlock swings his legs over the edge of the table and stands. He is not about to be looked down by Surge. ]
I frequent this establishment often. You need not tell me how to act here.
[ One of the cafe regulars waves at Sherlock with a cheerful smile. Sherlock gives a nod back in recognition. ]
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[ whether he did it to get in here or not, she's not entirely convinced even if someone waves at him to confirm that he's a regular. from what she's learned here, people will take up for anyone despite anything. ]
...
[ jumping off from the table, the tenrec stands right next to the other as she begins to smack her hands together. ]
Ugh... where is he? Didn't think the start would be this borin'. You sure you ain't tryna be a diversion to a crazier scenario?
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If I were to cause a diversion, I would want to do something more controllable. Regardless of that, the owners are good friends of mine, and if you are here to cause them grief, I will have issue with it. You've already broken a few plates and ruined a few meals.
[ Also, Sherlock lives upstairs, so he has an even greater interest in making sure the cafe doesn't have more problems than chaos gays (a feature more than a problem of this place) or a pillow fort in the corner built by their adopted cat (which he probably should stop doing now but hasn't). ]
No Rift Like Home (another I'm sorry)
Look, there are stereotypes about British people and their love of tea for a reason: because it's true. At least with her. Which is precisely why she's heading to the Surasthana Cafe, to give it a try. Only to find herself unceremoniously interrupted by someone quite literally falling down from above. Instinct has her dodge out of the way with a burst of speed as he lands down.
Perhaps she should feel a bit bad for not attempting to catch him but, well, it seems he got himself rather well. Still, she moves over to glance down at him, even offers a hand to help him up. ]
Bloody hell, are you alright? Is raining men common here? [ Please say no. ]
Don't be sorry lol
his dadsgood friends of his. The place also helps fuel his caffeine addiction, which while tempered after finding a way to sleep again, is still going strong with his consumption of too much coffee.Still, he normally has other means to enter the cafe. A cushion of air breaks his fall, so that the only thing he feels is a small thump from "falling" from a few inches of height instead of the ceiling (or higher). Being from 1882, Sherlock completely misses the reference, but he does take the offered hand to pull himself up. ]
I am fine, merely a little baffled by the whole ordeal. To answer your second question, I would need more information on what you consider commonplace.
[ Sherlock falls quite a bit--the average person, not as much. He dusts off his clothing, more as a show than any actual dust being present. Kaveh runs a clean establishment even if a certain detective keeps building a pillow fort the corner. ]
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[ Though she does try to keep her tone as personable as possible in an attempt to let it be known she's not really mocking him. Even if there's a tiny part of her that finds the entire thing a bit...amusing. ]
I was just kidding really. [ At least about the raining men. She smiles and gives a shrug. ] Although back home I do have people falling out of the sky at least every other day. Usually due to a misjudgment when they're practicing with their powers.
[ Kids with mutant powers can be a real handful. ]
Purchases
...It's not actually anywhere near when most people would consider lunchtime, but one of the benefits of being free is that they can do whatever they want, whenever they want. So, they're having lunch in the park now.
And see, the thing about being indistinguishable from a boulder is that some people like to sit on those. Like right now. You'd think Chris' telepathy would allow them to sense that there's a thinking being in there... but right now they've got a big fat headache going and are also thoroughly distracted by the sweet poppyseed roll they're about to be eating. Might wanna stop them before they actually try and sit on you, Sherlock.)
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Can you really not tell this boulder is fake?
[ Sherlock is already preparing for a rough interaction. ]
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Fuck!
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[ Sherlock pulls off his hood which helps break the enchantment. He's not even balled up; he simply sat cross-legged on the ground with his body completely under his new cloak. ]
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No shit, Sherlock.
(Is it rude, they think, to use that phrase when he so clearly doesn't want people bringing up that he's fictional? Eh, they couldn't resist. He can try and punch them if he wants.)
That's pretty awesome, though. How'd you get it?
Eltrut Snap
Is there something on the flower?
gods, time got away from me, my apologies!
Not at the moment, though attempting to take a picture of an insect on a flower would test the capabilities of this device.
Love & Paladinspace!
He's a strange one, clad in a striking black and white formal suit and still wearing his mask, though he does pull it up over his nose to drink from his fluted glass as he strides around the room, waiting to be welcomed by the paladin officers since it seems they were meant to be wooed here.
One is particularly striking if he's honest and cuts an impressive figure in Victorian livery.]
Good evening! Is this the part where you regale me with tales of how wonderful the Paladin armada is?
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[ While he doesn't roll his eyes, one can hear the sentiment in his voice. Sherlock finds this month long gala to be a waste of funds better spent towards those affected by Elah's departure and making sure that all Paladins involved in the crystal trafficking are accounted for and brought to justice. ]