capeandcowl | Case File 006: text. petulant, petulant text. forward dated to the afternoon.

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† sherlock holmes | the consultant

Case File 006: text. petulant, petulant text. forward dated to the afternoon.

[Well someone is at home sulking up a storm.]

Considering the rash of port-outs over the last few weeks, as we have endlessly been reminded of, I am interested in collecting any hard data that you happen to have on them. Therefore, name, approximate date and time of port out, relationship with poster, etc. Please also include whether or not you, or the person ported, have had any extra dealings with the Porter. I am taking cases again. My new office is here: [the address of his house]. Interesting cases only. To those that were sending case inquiries to my colleague John Watson: it will be necessary to forward them directly to me for the foreseeable future.

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There is nothing emotional inherent to data collection. Sentiment is useless.

The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Do you have anything to say of use, Edward, or are you merely here to gloat?

I have power connected to truth, Sherlock.

[It's a teasing statement, a casual riddle, a mind game: long ago, someone had figured out that Eddie could know things to come, if the question was delivered as a statement. The man's lover had been ported out, and he wanted to know if she'd ever return to the City.

And Eddie knew.

But he hated being used, like that. A forced prophet, a captive oracle. So he said nothing more on the matter, he only teased.]

Why would I need to gloat?

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I'm well aware.

[There was a reason he had not stated 'No, I don't miss him'. There were some truths he didn't want to know.

And John going home to his death was one he had no interest in confirming.]

Pure entertainment value, I'm sure.

Well, you can be entertaining -- you have to admit that much.

No. I really don't.

You're going to find our sessions rather suffocating, then.

Speaking of which. How's the homework coming along? I do hope you're a diligent student.

[YEP SAYING ALL THIS IN PUBLIC.]

You're assuming I don't already. You'll see well enough how your assignment is progressing next week. Have a taste, in the meantime.

[Attached is an image (http://pics.livejournal.com/sh_consulting/pic/0001664g).]

I could always make it more so.

[A moment, as he peruses.]

Oh, very good, Sherlock. You'll have your own language soon enough.

Don't make it more dull on my account. It should suit. Ridiculously simple - the complexity will have to be increased later.

The class must match my pupil's capacity, dear.

The less literal, the better.

Literalism is necessary for the time being, as the thought must be instant. Have you decrypted it?

Lady gawking. Female, one-twenty-nine pounds, five-foot-four. Desire would almost be pleased, if only you exhibited a different measurement along with that observation.

Speaking of which. You deserve a reward, don't you? For such diligence.

Fruit of Gothic roots, a state of being as married to the peaceful reverse.
Lavi, as not in its language of origin, but three born first anew.
The sound of oneself and the sound of a serpent's self.
A name in which the going is after, not before.

There's your sentence: how to distract Desire from John, should he return. You're welcome.

[There's a pause as he jots it down.]

I have it's assurances that won't be a problem. How far I can believe such assurances, on the other hand...

You can't. Desire knows how to work around truth, in some ways. You can trust me on that.

Need any help?

[It's going to take some time, but he's not about to give Edward any ammo.]

No. I'm confident. [Another few sessions, a few more insights and perhaps these conversations would go better for him.]

If you're sure. [A pause.] Have you found other allies? Informative ones, I mean.

[Ugh, he despised Edward right now.]

My thought projections. Edward graciously offered to teach me to encrypt them from telepaths.

I had other reasons to agree.

And in exchange?

Nothing. He already owed me a favour.

For Katurian.

[a long silence, then]

Interesting... |

I agree.

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ENCRYPTED. bastard.

ENCRYPTED. ohoho.

encrypted.

encrypted.

encrypted.

encrypted. 1/2

encrypted.

encrypted.

encrypted.

encrypted.

encrypted.

private; gentle threadjack

private; voice.

private; voice.

private; voice.

private; voice.

private; voice.