I'VE CONNECTED THE DOTS (herlock sholmes)

[malewife]

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[malewife]

… I did.

[ He isn’t going to lie to a great detective who’s going to point at him and yell LIAR. ]

But you should already know you do good work.

[greatdeduction]

Indeed I do! And it's more than wonderful to hear people like yourself say the same.

[:DDD]

I do wonder what's brought you to such a conclusion, though.

[malewife]

... I always knew and felt that way.

[ So like it wasn't sudden or anything??? ]

1/2

[greatdeduction]

Is that so? Even better? To think, in that grumpy cat of a man was such a soft little heart...

[Basking for a moment...]

2/2

[greatdeduction]

[And then a clearing of the throat.]

Now, then. What are you trying to get in exchange for this from our masked benefactors?

[malewife]

... To get my pocket watch wound up and ticking again.

[greatdeduction]

Pocket watch...? Let me guess. It holds some ability for you to use?

[malewife]

No. It's sentimental.

[greatdeduction]

...I see.

Then I hope you get it running. Time moves on, as it always does.

[malewife]

Time is a strange thing for beings that don't die. It feels like the present doesn't truly belong to you, even if you're living through it.

[ Which includes himself. ]

You've been pretending to be Constellation for a bit. Have you enjoyed yourself?

[greatdeduction]

Somehow it almost sounds like you're speaking from experience.

[And a grin at that.]

Oh? Most certainly, though I've come to conclude that I simply don't have enough of a god complex for it. Though, I certainly do enough bothering of mortals in my own time already...

[Hehe.]

Guess this means I won't be on your neat little murder list. For now.

[malewife]

I am.

[ No point in hiding it. Everyone is getting memories, so. ]

When did I ever have intentions to genuinely kill you? [ ... ] Maybe a gentle hit.

[greatdeduction]

My dear fellow, doesn't your grand scroll proudly proclaim that a skill of yours is "killing Constellations"?

[malewife]

... I can tolerate some Constellations, especially useful ones.

[greatdeduction]

So I'm useful?

[shut up]

But...anyways, you work alongside some of them? I thought they were your natural enemies.

[malewife]

... They're much like people.

[ There are a lot of bad people, and then some not. ]

A few are tolerable, but that doesn't mean I don't hate the Constellations.

[greatdeduction]

Hm. So you know of a variety...

Why are they really a thing? These...literary gods, I'm assuming? Of a kind.

[malewife]

The Constellations can be made of people from history, deities of myth, and characters of fiction. The stronger their story, the stronger their identity and presence.

People believe in them, so they are.