sholmes catchall

[booksleeves]

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week 0; sunday

[booksleeves]

[Knocking on Sholmes' door Sunday morning. Like. Definitely too early for him.]

Good morning, Mr. Sholmes. Are you awake?

[greatdeduction]

[.....]


[There is snoring coming from inside the room.]

[Terrible.]

week 0, monday

[greatdeduction]

[Wherever she is, whatever she's doing, here's Sholmes, popping up with a pose like he always obnoxiously does.]

Miss Susato! Just the person I was looking for. Are you free?

[booksleeves]

[Let's say she's at a grocery store rifling through some produce.]

Oh! . . . Yes, of course I am. Is everything alright?

week zero day five

[greatdeduction]

[He's here, puffing away at his pipe in front of the hotel.]

[When he sees Susato, he acknowledges her with a nod. However, there's a slight frown on his face.]

No word of the missing, I presume?

[booksleeves]

[She shakes her head.]

As far as I can tell, no one has seen him, nor did anyone see him last night.

week zero post execution

[greatdeduction]

[Well. That was....]

[A lot.]

[Sholmes is leaning against the counter in the hotel, puffing away on his pipe. Irene, in hare form, is lounging on the counter, though her ears are twitching slightly.]

[Seeing Susato, he raises his head.]

...Are you alright, my dear?

[booksleeves]

[She's on her way back from execution. She frowns a little at the question.]

How dreadful. . . at least Xie Lian wasn't hurt too badly, but even so. . .

week 1; thursday

[booksleeves]

[Hmm. Susato is knocking on Sholmes' door.]

Mr. Sholmes, are you in?

[greatdeduction]

[There's silence from the other side, before...]

Miss Susato...? [His words are...a little slurred?] No, I'm not in right now.

week 1 day five

[greatdeduction]

[Sholmes is pensively walking the streets, Irene in beagle form running at his side. Five people aren't here. Where can they be found...?]

[He stops when he sees a familiar face, his tone level as he gives his greeting.]

Ah, hello. [And a nod of the head.] No sign of them, I assume?

[booksleeves]

Not yet.

[She sighs, walking over to join him. Ryutaro by her side is in deer form.]

I feel so sorry for Miss Alisaie - she must be dreadfully worried.

week 1; saturday

[booksleeves]

[Wow, it's after trial. They're in the streets or castle somewhere. She's feeling a little sad, but greets him with a smile anyway.]

You were amazing, Mr. Sholmes.

[greatdeduction]

[He gives a twirl of his hand, and a bow to her.]

You have my thanks, my dear madam. Though in my opinion, you were just as amazing, yourself.

week 2 day 1

[greatdeduction]

[Sholmes is walking along, papers in hand as he investigates the streets...and then pokes out his head from behind a building when he sees a familiar face.]

Ah, Miss Susato! A most exciting place we have on our hands, don't we?

[There are shards on the ground nearby, out of the corner of his eye. Ah, well. Maybe he'll just make sure to go around them. No need to worry.]

[booksleeves]

Good morning, Mr. Sholmes.

[She will give him a smile - for whatever reason, she feels unusually anxious this morning, but otherwise this new location seems alright.]

Have you explored much just yet? [Oh, look at those on the ground. She glances down at them.] I'm curious why these things are all strewn about. . .

week 2 thursday

[greatdeduction]

[It's odd, isn't it? Susato has been rather out of his sight as of late, and Sholmes wonders why.]

[He's wandering the streets, so when he sees a familiar figure, he's instantly running forward, waving.]

Ah, Miss Susato! Do hold on a moment!

[booksleeves]

[She frowns when he says something to her, obviously rather uncertain, but after a moment she sighs, and closes her eyes.]

Yes, did you need something, Mr. Sholmes?

week 2; saturday

[booksleeves]

[Sometime post trial, she'll come find him, wherever he is.]

[greatdeduction]

[He's just sitting against a wall, eyes closed pensively - he's got an ice pack to his head. Irene, nearby, seeing Susato, lets out a squawk, which makes him lift his head to blearily look at her.]

Ah, Miss Susato. You really shouldn't see a great detective in such a state.

week 3 day 2

[greatdeduction]

[In the markets, there's certainly a numerous amount of wares. The clothes are especially nice, and whenever Susato is browsing through them, somebody grabs a scarf from the nearest booth to drape around her shoulders. Sholmes beams.]

Oh, now this certainly fits you.

[booksleeves]

[She's out here in the market in her sunhat wearing a blouse and belted trousers that's much cooler than her usual attire. She will take the scarf and try wrapping it around her shoulders.]

I suppose to keep the sun off one's shoulders? I do like the pattern - I feel as though one ought to dress in the local styles.

week 3; saturday

[booksleeves]

[She's been carried off to House 3, and is sitting in bed with Ryutaro, in hare form, in her lap. She looks very tired and a little distant, but she'll look up when he comes in.]

[greatdeduction]

...Miss Susato.

[A bow of the head. Irene in crow form is on his shoulders, staring at her with beady eyes.]

Are you feeling better?

week 3 post execution

[greatdeduction]

[Sholmes is just. Wandering. He has no goal. There is no goal.]

[He just wanders, like that will help anything.]

[When he sees Susato, he stops...and then just sighs.]

Miss Susato. I'm sorry you had to deal with...everything that occurred.

[That whole Van Zieks and Spike debacle, he means.]

[booksleeves]

[She's been wandering, too. But when he comes upon her, she's balancing herself against the side of an outpost. She turns around, her fists clenched, digging her nails into her hand. From her expression, it looks like she's trying not to catch her breath, or stop from being ill.

In the aftermath of Rin and Yukio, she seems to have slightly forgotten that messy fight; it takes her a moment to realize what he means.]

Don't be sorry. I can deal with that easily enough. [She pauses for a moment.] But I need . . . I don't . . . [She's struggling to find the words.]

week 3; wednesday

[booksleeves]

[Anyway, they can talk after the mini-event is done. She's clearly walking a little more gingerly than she has been; whatever was left over from what happened to her on Thursday had been mostly healed. And she isn't particularly skilled at makeup, nor does she wear it, so it's not that hard to tell that she's covered up a fresh black eye.

It's probably fine?]

. . . I've been reviewing the Lieutenant's notes, but did you also receive a note this morning? Quite curious, don't you agree?

[greatdeduction]

Yes, but...

[He's folding his arms, staring down at her seriously.]

Miss Susato. Tell me what occurred.

week 4; friday

[booksleeves]

[She will come looking for him after the town hall, wherever he is. She's a little awkward somehow, and Ryutaro is perched on her shoulder, nose twitching and ears flat against his head.]

. . . Mr. Sholmes.

[greatdeduction]

...Miss Susato.

[An acknowledgement, from where he's standing looking out the window, Irene in crow form preening herself. He glances over at her.]

At the very least, I know Mr. Kotetsu and...perhaps Mr. Turner are alive. The rest are....

[Unknown. Hazy. So far.]

week 4 post trial

[greatdeduction]

[Now here's a decision. He sees her in the distance, and...should he? Should he not? But might as well. After everything, that horrible disaster...he might as well.]

[Better say it now, instead of never.]

[He approaches her, tone level, and gives her a polite bow. Irene in crow form also bows her head.]

My dear lady. If you would like, I will leave you be. But I have come to apologize for my words earlier. May you hear what I have to say?

[booksleeves]

[Susato is walking, Ryutaro hoping by her side. She's petting him quietly. She looks up when she sees Sholmes, her expression a little hard to read, but - ]

. . . Yes. I will always hear you out.

[booksleeves]

[Gift shop it is! Susato has come in here to stock up on more notebook paper, but she's gotten distracted looking at some of the items in here. They have keychains with names on them, but rudely enough there appears to be no Ryunosuke keychain.]

[greatdeduction]

They have "Holmes", but NOT "Sholmes"? A travesty!

[He's just standing here on the other side of the little spinning keychain kiosk, hands on his hips.]

[He does tilt his head when he sees Susato on the other side of it, though.]

Oh! Hello, my dear girl. What brings you here?

week 7; friday

[booksleeves]

[Well, after all the Xie Lian drama is done, she will go and run to find him, wherever he is in deadland!]

Mr. Sholmes!

[greatdeduction]

[He's sitting on a rock near the body of water, looking out on the dreary landscape. Irene, in crow form, is preening her feathers at his shoulders - his neck and upper body is splattered with blood.]

[He glances over at the familiar voice, blinking with some surprise.]

Miss Susato...? [A beat.] Xie Lian, is he alright?