The Adventures of a Consulting Detective [OPEN]

[thevictoriandetective]

Who: Sherlock Holmes and YOU
What: Getting used to this place...
When: Soon after he makes contract to just before the next performance
Where: Carnival Grounds
Warnings: None



A. If you eliminate the impossible...

Sherlock Holmes did not believe in magic, or anything remotely fantastical or out of this world.

Which was why he was having a very difficult time with the existence of the Carnival itself, the appearance of some of the denizens which he had chalked up to clever costuming, and the mere fact that he had somehow gotten himself tangled up in all of this and was now indebted to them and forced to work for a year and one day.

He kept repeating himself that this wasn't real, that this was just a mad dream.

However dreams didn't last this long or have enough logical consistency to mimic the real world for this long.

Sherlock wandered the grounds like a wraith, occasionally bursting out with angry deductions at any poor person that crossed his path.

B. ...whatever remains, however improbable...

Sherlock often deleted information deemed irrelevant or useless from his mind. He may have been told already at some point and forgotten it. Regardless, it was quite a shock to him when he was blearily grabbing a bite to eat and walking from his trailer to start his day, he bit down hard and yelped in surprise when he felt something painful jabbing in his lip.

Confused, he ran over to the nearest window and peered at what he'd bitten. No, it wasn't in his food. His eyes widened when he saw that his canines--both on the top of his mouth and the bottom--ended in sharp points and extended further than they should. Than any human's should.

Was...was he just seeing things?! He ran his tongue over the top and--ah. Yes, that was certainly real.

"WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON!?"

C. ...must be the truth!

Patrol.

Well, it did sound like something fairly 'not boring', and would be right up his alley.

Didn't mean he was happy about it. He didn't like to be forced to do anything against his will.

Still, if this was truly the only way out, if he really had to compete his contract, then he'd have to.

Sherlock stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began his patrol.

D. Or something like that.

He'd be warned against trying to escape the Carnival, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to not try and see how far he could get.

Sherlock made sure that no one was following him, and he tried running into the woods that surrounded the Carnival.

Comments

[thevictoriandetective]

[..............]

So...you...you...in fact recovered. From death.

[otoko]

When I, the man Gongenzaka, formed my contract with the Ringmaster, I sought nothing; all I could ask for was the opportunity to train here, through this pocket of time.

However, she insisted-'there must be an exchange'. So, at that time, this contract was thus signed 'one year and one day in exchange for a guarantee of life.'

[He coughs.] ...As it seems, she has a spell that can prepare for an emergency such as death...provided she prepare for it ahead of time.

[thevictoriandetective]

[With all the madness that's gone on he's not really all that surprised by this. Still, it's good information. With his luck and inability to understand the concept of self-preservation he wondered if he could wheedle a deal out of her somehow...]

How'd you die, exactly?

[otoko]

....

[Gongenzaka does not answer for a moment-he merely looks to Sherlock with clouded, grim eyes as he recalls the sensation of life leaving his body, the draining as he struggled to stand.

...It was...] ...War was brought to this carnival from the outside, in the world we were visiting, [he says rather simply, choosing not to delve further.]

[thevictoriandetective]

[Sherlock had 'died' once. Technically, and it was on the surgery table. Twice if you count his faked death. In any case he knew that haunted look and he didn't prod any further, despite his scientific curiosity absolutely wanting to find out how it all worked. Maybe he'd ask someone who was a bit more objective.]

Is there a chance of that happening again? War, I mean.

'and then the matrix happened'

[otoko]

Another war? [Hrmn. He shakes his head, though he does seem to give it thought.] It is a matter that occurs quite rarely, I've been told-rarely in the time the carnival has existed, for that matter...which far surpasses our own lifetimes, certainly.

...After such an event, I, the man Gongenzaka, can certainly not see the Ringmaster taking any risks with such volatile realms again...

'Dun dun dunnnnnnn'

[thevictoriandetective]

[A nod and a shrug. That was good to know, he'd hate to die accidentally here. Would put a bit of damper on things.]

That's good...well, I won't keep you any longer if you have to...er, patrol like I do.

oh right do you want to have a backdated log or something for trailer encounters

[otoko]

[[OOC - 'This trailer is oddly spaci-oh that's why']]

No, no, it is fine! [He smiles once more, rather eager to take the change in subject.] I, the man Gongenzaka, will see you later then, perhaps!

[His perhaps means 'another patrol', honestly. And not 'when I finally get to move into the trailer instead of dealing with centaur rehab']

Sure! :) Would you like to start or would you like me to?

[thevictoriandetective]

[Sherlock has a decidedly fake smile plastered on his face.]

Perhaps. Good-bye.

[That meant as little as possible. If only he knew, however...]

If you're up to it! I'll send details on the trailer so you can properly be ready~

[otoko]

[Of course he means that as little as possible. Of course. Well at least one of them was genuine.]