The Adventures of a Consulting Detective [OPEN]

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The Adventures of a Consulting Detective [OPEN]

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.

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There may not have been anyone following him, but that didn't mean there weren't people in the woods already. After living their whole lives in the forest, it wasn't uncommon at all for Susan and Lauren to be in the woods surrounding the carnival when there weren't other things to be doing (and sometimes even when there were other things to be doing, especially for Susan). Not many other people seemed to go into the forest though, and so when Susan hears someone it catches his attention, and he goes closer to figure out what's going on.

When he sees it's someone he doesn't recognize (and he recognizes a lot of people by now, with how often he wanders around and pokes around just about every department), he wastes no time in approaching, an amused look on his face.

"What are you doing?"

Lauren isn't far behind his brother, though he never looks quite as cheerful.

"Susan, don't be rude!"

Though this is the first time they've found another person walking around out here.

[It's going to be very difficult to pass this off as 'costuming'. Gongenzaka takes his patrols seriously-though he does his best to be polite and greet most with a small smile and a nod, the minute anything goes down he is quick to sniff (literally) the perpetrator down. He's no genius-he's only in middle school to begin with after all-but he's certainly no fool, and with the taur form bringing him to a somewhat intimidating height of 7 foot, it could well be that the very fact that he's one of the ones patrolling at the moment keeping anything 'minor' from happening.

It's an off week anyway though-there aren't as many visitors to the grounds, right now.

Sherlock gives the air of someone with...Something on their mind, at least-and he gives a nod of greeting.]

[Sherlock was still very new and very unused to this 'world' he'd found himself in. There was still a part of him that desperately wished it to be a dream. That magic wasn't real, that all of this was just technology and fancy costuming. The fact that he'd somehow developed fangs was really, really sort of destroying that theory.

Lost in thought and not really paying attention to anything other than his own spiraling foul mood and thoughts, he scarcely noticed somentimg extremely large and furry walking across his path, giving him a nod.

The detective paused, stopping in his tracks. He frowned, looking up, his eyes widening.]

What on earth are you!?

Sherlock jumps half a mile when someone speaks to him. He's normally very aware of his surroundings and is usually doing the sneaking up on, but his nerves were already shot to pieces from this whole thing, and he was fully expecting to be attacked or something in these woods.

"What!? Wh...oh, er," he managed to try and give off the appearance that he looked like he knew what he was doing. "Just going for a walk."

Lies, of course. It was weird though, he felt he oddest pull, a difficulty in saying them.

Susan just ignores his brother's words to pay attention to Sherlock, laughing when he jumps in surprise. He wasn't trying to surprise him, but that didn't mean it wasn't funny when it happened.

"In the forest? Most people just walk around and look at things I thought, I've never seen other people come out here except me and Lauren." Not that it's a problem, or really something he puts any thought into, but it does make it more exciting and interesting, and make him want to keep talking to him.

OH MY GOD SUSAN STOP. Ignoring Lauren and laughing at people were both very rude things to do. He pulls his brother back by the hood of his cloak looking faintly annoyed.

"Maybe he wants to look at the trees."

"Yeah, I'm just looking at the trees."

A wince, what was so hard about lying? He had a headache and felt so reluctant to. He shook his head to clear it.

"Do you two live here?"

He shoots Lauren a glare before turning back to Sherlock again, still ignoring his stupid brother. If Lauren doesn't want to talk to people that's fine but he can't stop him from doing it too!

"Here in the Carnival or here in the forest? 'Cause both are true, I guess, but we're really supposed to live in one of those trailers. The forest is better though."

Lauren shakes his head. At least now Susan wasn't being as rude as before.

"The trailers are small."

They aren't really, but to someone who's used to living without enclosed space, they make Lauren feel a bit claustrophobic. Plus, in the forest there were things to do. What could you do in some stuffy old tin can?

[Naturally, Gongenzaka has the best and most natural response one can have to such a question ready right away.] Mn-THAT-

[SPUTTERING.] Wh-What sort of question is that..!? I, the man Gongenzaka, am nothing more than myself..!

[OH IT'S HIM AGAIN.]

[IT'S HIM.]

You--!?

[Sherlock's mouth drops open and he looks confused.]

But you're not even a man at all?

"So you just live out here then?" he frowned, trying to look around to see if there was evidence of such.

GH-

AGE IS NOT AN INDICATOR OF CHARACTER..!

[AGE IS THE LAST THING BEING QUESTIONED HERE DON'T MAKE IT A QUESTION]

He glances around too, to see what he's looking for, but of course he doesn't know. There's no possessions or anything around, but both half-elves are definitely seeming more than comfortable in this environment.

"Well, our stuff is in the trailer... But we sleep out here most of the time. And climb trees, and explore, and talk, and turn into animals, and all the stuff we do at home!"

As usual Lauren is content to let Susan do most of the talking. Lauren isn't really one for conversation anyway, more than that, he hates the attention. Still, he can't help but feel annoyed at just how much information Susan shares with the stranger. Specifically he's bothered by the turning into animals bit, as the people at this carnival all seemed to find it to be one of the stranger abilities. Personally Lauren though a interdimensional carnival was much strange than shapeshifting, but no one ever asked his opinion.

"Yeah, except back home the trees were real."

"Oh. Are yours changing too?"

There's a girl wearing a hoodie tight around her head sitting on a nearby bench, swinging her legs as she plays a little handheld gaming console. She's awfully short, but she has one eye on the strange man.

Sherlock, being the observant detective that he was, wasn't going to ignore this source of good information in a place that was still so completely strange to him.

Everything else seems to become irrelevant as he focused on one part of that.

"Wait--turn into animals!?"

[Sherlock blinks for a good ten seconds before managing to sputter--]

I wasn't talking about your age, I was talking about the fact you look like some mad children's show mascot! Wait, how old are you?

Sherlock had nearly dropped his sandwich and was still trying to peer at his teeth in his reflection, before turning around to hear someone address him. It was a girl playing a video game or something.

"What?"

Sorry Lauren, it's the most interesting thing Susan can think of, he has to mention it! He nods and grins wide, bouncing in place a bit as he responds.

"Yeah, turn into animals! Lauren's really good at it, 'cause he can do lots of nature magic, but I can do it too. It's lots of fun."

That is the result of working here for a number of months..! [he protests, the two apparently trying to out-fluster the other. It also involved dying once, but that's beside the point.

Oh yes, the question-]

14.

[ ............................ n o, wrong-]

Palm and face meet once more as Lauren hides his expression behind his hand. Why couldn't Susan understand that he didn't want him to talk about this one thing? Why could he not just- well, NOT!

"Your teeth." She points at her own teeth - which look normal, at least.

"They don't hurt, do they?"

[The detective blinks again for an even longer time as both statements.]

You mean working here did this to you?!

[Another pause.]

Wait--14!?

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