[open] But the hole remains, an empty space

[astudyinviolet]

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?)

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? ]

Wildcard

[ Want to do something else? Write a prompt or drop me a line at Sherry's journal, aviekokyre, or on Discord @ aviekokyre and we can plot something out. ]

Comments

[kitsunami]

[ the horror that surrounds them begins to seep back away, withdrawing to the staircase, and kit watches it with a cautious look to him before his attention turns back to surge, almost apologetic with his expression. ]

They didn't hire me... Um, because I don't bake...

[ he could bake! but he doesn't. and more importantly, now that he's cleared that up for surge, his hand lowering to hers to hold it tightly, he turns to face the man who's speaking to self-righteously and condescendingly down to them now. kit doesn't know what's going on here. kit doesn't particularly care. what he does care about, is that he hates the way the other is talking to them right now.

how does he know what really happened, or if he deserved it, or even if surge was trying to help? kit knows she can be clumsy with that sometimes, but what he settles on is... ]

Leave Surge alone.

[ he says it firmly, before turning back to her. ]

I-I left the food outside. Let's go home.

[ he doesn't want some thief to get to it before they do, and he's trying to maintain positive impressions for surge where possible, so it could be best to pull her away from this situation. ]

[tenrectricity]

Because you can't fuckin' cook!?

[ that seems to be more important than her target, the tenrec's attention now officially on what she finds offensive. ]

Bake? Cook? What's the damn difference, people eat up any slop when hungry!

[ though that's upsetting to hear, surge frowning herself as if this is not how this was supposed to go. not only that, everything she was trying to make perfect for him is not an inconvenience, but a waste of her time. now who will call her impressive? surge rolls her eyes, clicking her tongue until the other's voice breaks through between their own. ]

Hmph. Yeah, we don't get what we want now do we!?

[ besides, it still answered what she needed. ]

Understand, guy, threatenin' ya life puts ya in your place. I ain't want nothin' ruinin' his big day. [ she points to kit, indicating she had her reasons, and if a bit of a tussle is needed then there will be. ] Now that I know it ain't his day...

[ which is her saying without saying: why isn't it your damn day, who said you couldn't bake and not let him try!? ]

Just don't fall through anymore random doorways.

[ that's like as much advice she will give despite how the other speaks to her, but she's used to it by now. with a wag of her tail, she sticks her hands into her pockets, the tenrec clears her throat.

...she's making her way out with kit too. ]

Lame, he fell through and I caught'em and everythin! You shoulda seen me, I jumped on the table and I thought I was so cool. You were to think I was cool!

[astudyinviolet]

[ Sherlock has too much and nothing to say to the two of them. He simply stands his ground and watches them leave. Only when they are out of sight completely does he snap his fingers and remove the remaining projections. Tension drops from his shoulders.

They are brutes and bullies. Sherlock knows that there is more to them, something that comes in hints between vitriol. However, that does not give the right to attack and threaten others. He still doesn't know the whole story between Surge, Kitsunami, and Shadow, but he's more inclined to side with Shadow. Considering Sherlock got into a fight with Surge, he can see how a fight could break out.

He takes a deep breath before addressing the cafe floor. ]

I apologize for the disruption. I will tell the barista that I will cover the cost of a drink for each of you should you desire one.

[ He gives a slight bow and goes to speak to the current cafe staff. Then he goes up to his room and burrows into his bed, holding close some comforts. What is he going to do? He won't surrender his home, but he can't do this as he is or alone either. It is stupidity rather than courage to refuse to recognize danger when it is close upon you.

He starts by asking Alhaitham a question. Sherlock can figure out more from there. ]