[Well, here's Sholmes! Except...something might be different, here. He's walking along, Irene at his feet in beagle form, but...he stumbles, suddenly, but is able to right himself before he falls.]
Dear me. Walking is quite an ordeal, isn't it?
[His voice is a little slow? But what's more noticeable, however, is the wine bottle in his hand.]
You said you haven't gotten intoxicated yet, but you're already stumbling which is strange for a man written to be so nimble. Your words come out slower as well.
If you weren't cursed, I'm curious to know what put you in this state.
Oh, I most certainly do. But venting will not exactly help the situation any further, and it seems that I have yet to figure out who might have done this to me in the first place.
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Dear me. Walking is quite an ordeal, isn't it?
[His voice is a little slow? But what's more noticeable, however, is the wine bottle in his hand.]
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Are you intoxicated?
[ ON A THURSDAY? SIR? ]
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[He snaps his fingers at him.]
Not yet.
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[ oh he's so tired even though he doesn't necessarily like you he doesn't know if you deserve this ]
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[He barks out a laugh at that.]
Am I that famous that everyone knows about my folly? [And a shake of the head.] No. I'm not.
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Then what is wrong with you now.
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[He looks up at him.]
How, pray tell, do you know it was a curse that I was under, hm?
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I don't. [ ??? ] It is a guess.
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If you weren't cursed, I'm curious to know what put you in this state.
[ So he can avoid it. ]
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[And he's frowning.]
You said "again". How do you know I was cursed before?
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... Are you telling me you would purposely rhyme the whole time in trial?
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[He actually....laughs.]
Ah, yes, I see. I forgot about that.
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Herlock Sholmes. [ There's a pause because does he really want to ask. ] Are you all right?
[ "Worried" and "common decency." ]
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[He raises his wine bottle, like a toast. He doesn't drink from it, though.]
Quite honestly? No. No, I'm not.
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Before I allow you to vent your frustrations, I must ask if you've seen Kim Dokja at all.
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[Vent his frustration, he means. And he shakes his head.]
I saw him earlier in the week. Not today, I'm afraid.
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[ Basically, he's missing. The air is how dare he be late, but there's worry. He wipes that away and considers maybe? He needs to look harder? ]
Do you not want to vent your frustrations?
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[Hm. He's frowning.]
Oh, I most certainly do. But venting will not exactly help the situation any further, and it seems that I have yet to figure out who might have done this to me in the first place.
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The rhyming curse? Or this current one.
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[And a frown.]
This one....no. This is far more serious.
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[ He might as well say it, the god killer that he is. ]
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[He shakes his head.]
It concerned matters of the heart, my dear fellow.
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What do you mean?
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Hm. I do believe someone here has been given an ability that can alter another's feelings. It's quite a daunting one. Ominous, even.
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