[ Sherlock stands with his arms crossed, gazing out into the dark as Heizou arrives. He's in pain as well, but unless he goes to a healer or get one of the healing sprays, there's nothing he can do about it now. ]
She's home with her father being checked out by a doctor. She'll be fine.
[ Their client also offered to finalize their fee, but Sherlock waved it away until everyone is more rested and calmer. (If they decide to take it at all after how things went.)
He looks up at Heizou, and takes a deep breath. ]
... Heizou, what I saw earlier, did that really happen? Or did I see things agains?
[He does let out a small, relieved sigh to at least hear the girl is all right. His frayed temper didn't completely ruin things after all.
Though that question actually has Heizou looking right up at Sherlock in surprise, head tilting ever so slightly. "Again"? That's... interesting. It does help certain pieces of this puzzle make more sense.]
...No, that really happened. [Shame takes over his expression again, even as he reaches up to wipe a hand down his face.] I'm sorry. Things have been... difficult lately.
[ There is a lot to unpack with Sherlock's question, and he's fidgeting with his hands along with making the occasional glance to the side. He does that often when he's nervous and uncertain. ]
I've noticed, but you don't have to tell me. Not unless you think I can assist, and I've made a right mess of things already.
[ He pushes himself away from the wall, wincing, and walks a few steps. ]
If you're not too tired, let's find a quiet place to sit down for a while.
[ Where would that be? A cafe, pub, park... Hell, Sherlock will even allow his own apartment, and he doesn't entertain people there at all. ]
[He'll have to save any questions he has about that for later. This is hardly the place to get into it, and Sherlock seems anxious enough as it is.]
...I wish I could tell you. But I'm afraid the issue's a bit out of both of our leagues.
[Still, he follows Sherlock obediently with a nod. He'll go anywhere the detective chooses; he's not exactly in a state to make that call at the moment.]
We should also get you patched up. Are you cut anywhere?
[ Sherlock gives a small hum. They should probably do something about their injuries. ]
I don't think I've been cut.... I have some of the healing sprays back in my apartment and makeup to cover some of the bruising on our faces. I don't have much in the way of provisions, but I can make us some coffee.
[ And... if they go there, Sherlock will have no choice but to face whatever truth there is. ]
Edited (Sherry, please answer his question first) Date: 21 Aug 2024 21:40 (UTC)
[Heizou nods again, absently flexing his fingers. His knuckles are a bit cut and bruised from all the punches he threw, so he's glad Sherlock has something for that. At the same time, he's much more glad to know that his friend isn't badly bleeding anywhere.]
Coffee sounds wonderful. Thank you.
[It will also help him stay awake. He doesn't have a whole lot of interest in sleeping these days, though he probably couldn't even if he wanted to. Better to just not bother with it.]
[ If there is one thing Sherlock understands is the desire not to sleep. (Well, he would like to sleep, but his night terrors prevent that.) Coffee is the best cure he's found.
Sherlock pauses at the door, key in the lock but not yet turned. He takes deep breath and turns the key. ]
... Take the chair. I'll start the coffee and get the spray.
[ Sherlock opens the door to reveal a small, standard apartment. Books and written notes are stacked on the floor and parts of the table. Some souvenirs are placed here and there. Parts of disguises hang of the backs of chairs or over clothing chests. A violin rests atop some music sheets, the bow resting across it. On the small bed, which looks rarely slept in, are a round, lumpy Moon Pal and two Doppelplush which have since changed to look like John and Jon. Most imposing along one wall is a huge clue board with threads crisscrossing over each other, linking sketches, names, and notes to each other. It has no relation to any of the cases he and Heizou have done before. However, there is a very clear subject for the wall as Sherlock tries to understand a pattern he's seen back in his world and expanded upon here. It's a pattern relating to Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock is all tension, hands shaking as he goes about making coffee. ]
Edited (Can't forget the violin he terrorizes the neighbors at 3 AM with) Date: 22 Aug 2024 04:54 (UTC)
[Even as out of it as he is, Heizou does notice the way Sherlock seems to hesitate about going inside. He's about to ask if he'd rather go somewhere else, but the door is opening before he can get the words out. And then he's following his friend inside, stepping cautiously as though he's worried about Sherlock taking offense to having his private space disturbed.
It doesn't take long to figure out the real reason the detective is so tense and nervous. Much of the space is perfectly normal, cozy and lived in and messy in much the same way Heizou's place often is (his head is usually much too occupied with one thing or another to worry about being tidy). He notes the dolls sitting on the bed, recognizing at least one of them from the illustrations that Sherlock had shared of his Dr. Watson. But the most interesting part of anything is the clue board along the wall, and Heizou zeroes in on it almost immediately.
He doesn't sit just yet, instead opting to stand next to the offered chair with his eyes glued to the board. He looks over every illustration and follows every thread, and even though he can't quite make out what all the notes say from this distance, he has a pretty good idea about what Sherlock is puzzling over. The self-portrait is telling, and even through his own moody haze Heizou can't help but feel somewhat amused by the drawing of himself in the bottom corner.]
...Interesting.
[He kind of wants to move closer to get a better look at all of Sherlock's notes, but he is tired. Still, his gaze stays fixed on the board as he sinks into the seat.]
I suppose this place does confirm that there are many universes with many similarities.
[ With a light scoff, Sherlock feels as if he can breathe a little easier. He's not instantly rejected and thus maybe Heizou will still bother to associate with him. ]
That is far kinder than what I expected someone to say of the madness which has plagued me since my own world.
[ He puts on the coffee and gathers the necessary supplies: water, cloth, healing spray, bandages, stage makeup. Sherlock kneels with a damp cloth to clean the blood and any dirt out of the wounds on Heizou's hands as tenderly as he can. He's watched and felt John tend to him enough times that he has picked up on technique. Once he thinks the wounds are clean, he lightly sprays the area. It stings at first, and he gently blows across the surface to help that sting quickly fade away. ]
The healing spray will help numb the pain and accelerate your wounds closing, but it won't completely heal them. You'll have to use some bandages to cover them until you've finished healing. The spray will probably help the bruising as well if you wish me to apply it elsewhere.
[ Although for that Sherlock doesn't have as much personal data to go on. He usually just covers the bruises the best he can with his stage makeup or just his clothing in general. He's in the middle of preparing some bandages when he asks, ]
Do you still want some form of distraction? I have some ideas, but my last attempt has...
[Sherlock's mention of "madness" gets Heizou to look back over at him, eyes curious as he tilts his head slightly to the side. He's not surprised, per se. He of all people has noticed the way Sherlock's gaze sometimes flits expectantly to the side where nothing is there, and how it seems like there's something in his past experience that constantly haunts him. He's never asked about it, content to make his own deductions or wait for Sherlock to share it himself. This feels a bit like he's inviting the question, and yet Heizou's unsure of whether or not he should push.
Besides, his attention is quickly pulled away to watch the way his friend tends to his injuries. They're minor, and while the spray does sting a bit Heizou hardly flinches. The pain, if any, feels distant. Disconnected, like it's happening to someone else and he's just watching from the back of his head. Still, he's grateful for Sherlock's attentiveness, and he nods at everything he says.]
You don't have to worry about the bruises. They'll heal just fine.
[Vision users are pretty hardy, after all. They're far from invulnerable, of course, but bruising is nothing to concern themselves with. ...Though that might just be because Heizou's a trained martial artist. It's hard to say.
At Sherlock's question, Heizou glances back up at him with a slight frown. He of course knows that this case was the man's attempt to distract him from his problems, so it's not like he's upset about that. But he does feel bad about being the one to make everything go sideways.]
...Sorry. Again. I know you meant well by inviting me out. It's my own fault that things didn't end as smoothly as usual.
I can cover the ones on your face with some makeup before you leave if you want.
[ The healing spray is placed by the chair. Sherlock will offer it for Heizou to take for future treatments before he leaves. He tosses the dirty cloth into the sink for now. He'll deal with that later in maybe a day or two. ]
Was it yours? Or was it mine for not reading the situation correctly, underestimating their skills, and overestimating my own?
[ The coffee is ready now, so Sherlock pours them two steaming mugs full and brings over the pot for refills. It's a large pot. He sits on the floor with his back against the bed. ]
I won't ask what's going on as we've already established that it's unlikely I can help with your problem. However, go ahead and ask what you want about [ he motions over his shoulder at the clue board wall ] if it'll help occupy your mind. I'll answer them. I won't be like my brother and try to hide the truth when the evidence is clear to see. Maybe you'll help me see a truth I've been trying to fight against.
[ Is he too mentally fragile to continue on his path of being a detective? Is he more a nuisance than help? ]
Or I could play some violin if you'd like, though I believe we're at the time when we'll have my neighbors complaining. Hm, do I have a pack of cards anywhere?
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Date: 21 Aug 2024 05:48 (UTC)She's home with her father being checked out by a doctor. She'll be fine.
[ Their client also offered to finalize their fee, but Sherlock waved it away until everyone is more rested and calmer. (If they decide to take it at all after how things went.)
He looks up at Heizou, and takes a deep breath. ]
... Heizou, what I saw earlier, did that really happen? Or did I see things agains?
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Date: 21 Aug 2024 06:01 (UTC)Though that question actually has Heizou looking right up at Sherlock in surprise, head tilting ever so slightly. "Again"? That's... interesting. It does help certain pieces of this puzzle make more sense.]
...No, that really happened. [Shame takes over his expression again, even as he reaches up to wipe a hand down his face.] I'm sorry. Things have been... difficult lately.
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Date: 21 Aug 2024 08:01 (UTC)I've noticed, but you don't have to tell me. Not unless you think I can assist, and I've made a right mess of things already.
[ He pushes himself away from the wall, wincing, and walks a few steps. ]
If you're not too tired, let's find a quiet place to sit down for a while.
[ Where would that be? A cafe, pub, park... Hell, Sherlock will even allow his own apartment, and he doesn't entertain people there at all. ]
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Date: 21 Aug 2024 19:07 (UTC)...I wish I could tell you. But I'm afraid the issue's a bit out of both of our leagues.
[Still, he follows Sherlock obediently with a nod. He'll go anywhere the detective chooses; he's not exactly in a state to make that call at the moment.]
We should also get you patched up. Are you cut anywhere?
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Date: 21 Aug 2024 21:40 (UTC)I don't think I've been cut.... I have some of the healing sprays back in my apartment and makeup to cover some of the bruising on our faces. I don't have much in the way of provisions, but I can make us some coffee.
[ And... if they go there, Sherlock will have no choice but to face whatever truth there is. ]
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Date: 22 Aug 2024 00:54 (UTC)Coffee sounds wonderful. Thank you.
[It will also help him stay awake. He doesn't have a whole lot of interest in sleeping these days, though he probably couldn't even if he wanted to. Better to just not bother with it.]
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Date: 22 Aug 2024 04:53 (UTC)Sherlock pauses at the door, key in the lock but not yet turned. He takes deep breath and turns the key. ]
... Take the chair. I'll start the coffee and get the spray.
[ Sherlock opens the door to reveal a small, standard apartment. Books and written notes are stacked on the floor and parts of the table. Some souvenirs are placed here and there. Parts of disguises hang of the backs of chairs or over clothing chests. A violin rests atop some music sheets, the bow resting across it. On the small bed, which looks rarely slept in, are a round, lumpy Moon Pal and two Doppelplush which have since changed to look like John and Jon. Most imposing along one wall is a huge clue board with threads crisscrossing over each other, linking sketches, names, and notes to each other. It has no relation to any of the cases he and Heizou have done before. However, there is a very clear subject for the wall as Sherlock tries to understand a pattern he's seen back in his world and expanded upon here. It's a pattern relating to Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock is all tension, hands shaking as he goes about making coffee. ]
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Date: 23 Aug 2024 04:14 (UTC)It doesn't take long to figure out the real reason the detective is so tense and nervous. Much of the space is perfectly normal, cozy and lived in and messy in much the same way Heizou's place often is (his head is usually much too occupied with one thing or another to worry about being tidy). He notes the dolls sitting on the bed, recognizing at least one of them from the illustrations that Sherlock had shared of his Dr. Watson. But the most interesting part of anything is the clue board along the wall, and Heizou zeroes in on it almost immediately.
He doesn't sit just yet, instead opting to stand next to the offered chair with his eyes glued to the board. He looks over every illustration and follows every thread, and even though he can't quite make out what all the notes say from this distance, he has a pretty good idea about what Sherlock is puzzling over. The self-portrait is telling, and even through his own moody haze Heizou can't help but feel somewhat amused by the drawing of himself in the bottom corner.]
...Interesting.
[He kind of wants to move closer to get a better look at all of Sherlock's notes, but he is tired. Still, his gaze stays fixed on the board as he sinks into the seat.]
I suppose this place does confirm that there are many universes with many similarities.
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Date: 27 Aug 2024 07:24 (UTC)That is far kinder than what I expected someone to say of the madness which has plagued me since my own world.
[ He puts on the coffee and gathers the necessary supplies: water, cloth, healing spray, bandages, stage makeup. Sherlock kneels with a damp cloth to clean the blood and any dirt out of the wounds on Heizou's hands as tenderly as he can. He's watched and felt John tend to him enough times that he has picked up on technique. Once he thinks the wounds are clean, he lightly sprays the area. It stings at first, and he gently blows across the surface to help that sting quickly fade away. ]
The healing spray will help numb the pain and accelerate your wounds closing, but it won't completely heal them. You'll have to use some bandages to cover them until you've finished healing. The spray will probably help the bruising as well if you wish me to apply it elsewhere.
[ Although for that Sherlock doesn't have as much personal data to go on. He usually just covers the bruises the best he can with his stage makeup or just his clothing in general. He's in the middle of preparing some bandages when he asks, ]
Do you still want some form of distraction? I have some ideas, but my last attempt has...
[ Landed them like this. ]
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Date: 27 Aug 2024 19:14 (UTC)Besides, his attention is quickly pulled away to watch the way his friend tends to his injuries. They're minor, and while the spray does sting a bit Heizou hardly flinches. The pain, if any, feels distant. Disconnected, like it's happening to someone else and he's just watching from the back of his head. Still, he's grateful for Sherlock's attentiveness, and he nods at everything he says.]
You don't have to worry about the bruises. They'll heal just fine.
[Vision users are pretty hardy, after all. They're far from invulnerable, of course, but bruising is nothing to concern themselves with. ...Though that might just be because Heizou's a trained martial artist. It's hard to say.
At Sherlock's question, Heizou glances back up at him with a slight frown. He of course knows that this case was the man's attempt to distract him from his problems, so it's not like he's upset about that. But he does feel bad about being the one to make everything go sideways.]
...Sorry. Again. I know you meant well by inviting me out. It's my own fault that things didn't end as smoothly as usual.
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Date: 29 Aug 2024 10:02 (UTC)[ The healing spray is placed by the chair. Sherlock will offer it for Heizou to take for future treatments before he leaves. He tosses the dirty cloth into the sink for now. He'll deal with that later in maybe a day or two. ]
Was it yours? Or was it mine for not reading the situation correctly, underestimating their skills, and overestimating my own?
[ The coffee is ready now, so Sherlock pours them two steaming mugs full and brings over the pot for refills. It's a large pot. He sits on the floor with his back against the bed. ]
I won't ask what's going on as we've already established that it's unlikely I can help with your problem. However, go ahead and ask what you want about [ he motions over his shoulder at the clue board wall ] if it'll help occupy your mind. I'll answer them. I won't be like my brother and try to hide the truth when the evidence is clear to see. Maybe you'll help me see a truth I've been trying to fight against.
[ Is he too mentally fragile to continue on his path of being a detective? Is he more a nuisance than help? ]
Or I could play some violin if you'd like, though I believe we're at the time when we'll have my neighbors complaining. Hm, do I have a pack of cards anywhere?