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

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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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[He neglected verbally falsehooding the trust statement -- what fun information to keep to himself.]

Oh? [After that long pause.] I am, perhaps, more authoritarian with my power than Desire is, at times.

But you know. You know that it's all within your grasp, the absolute truth. I could deliver it.

There's a difference between knowing the truth and giving it, Edward. Does your power work on yourself, or does the statement have to come from another?

Ah. If you thought it necessary to say that to me, of all people, you clearly have not been observing my habits. [Psychological problems with outright lying, without a compulsion, can be so difficult to work with.] Which is a relief, really.

It does not work on myself. It would certainly make fact-checking easier, if it did.

[Sherlock's only seen him use it when it's to make a point - and usually a humiliating one. He's never seen Edward use it grudgingly, or as a tool by someone else.]

I've seen you do very little that wasn't of immediate use to you. [Even saving Katurian, he suspects, benefited Edward, though that was the most selfless he's noticed. People are so precious about their pets.]

So is it your curiosity or mine that you're interested in addressing?

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But of course. If I let anything else be evident, dearest Sherlock, I wouldn't be doing my work right. Now would I?

[It's a jab, an impossible dilemma. Sherlock works based on fact, data, inarguable reality. Eddie does most of his work in shadows, unobserved. To suspect him of anything other than the observational would be to succumb to jumps in imagination, to keep to the available data (as it stood, anyway) was to deny his darker, truer advantages -- and that amuses Eddie.

He loved these sort of dilemmas. The kinds that forced you to compromise, or lose.]

But that's neither here nor there. I'm interested in any curiosity, it's so difficult to find the proper vessels of such a trait. Especially here.

See? I can play the nurturer, too.

[He didn't reply to the first, though it's certainly noted. It's come up more than once, when Sherlock's interest hasn't extended into the psychological. But he reserves the in depth observations needed for such a profile only for persons of interest, which Edward has not - as of yet - become. The constant challenge, however, was enough to annoy him to action. But not without data. And Sherlock could be patient. Sometimes.]

Nurture my curiosity to settle yours? You still haven't mentioned the price.

Trust me, it's too high a price to pay. I'm not like Desire, you know, I won't just tell you what I wanted through a pointed -- yet obvious -- question.

How is that any fun?

I would never take you for the obvious, Edward. [And it was a compliment.]

You'd rather riddle it.

Indeed, I would. I take a great pleasure in the mind. I know you share such an opinion, as well.

Of course.

[Though he's pretty frustrated with how he hasn't yet been able to answer the last one.]

Half the price, Sherlock, is figuring out what I'd want in return.

Then riddle away and I'll decide if it's a price I find worth paying.

No hints, not this time, no. It's a different sort of puzzle. Consult Jonathan Crane if you want his take on my psychological profile.

But you probably wouldn't want to do so somewhere I could see it, of course.

[There's a long pause and a sigh on the other end of the line, silent over text.]

A puzzle of a man. I see.

I am called Edward Nygma for a reason.

And I the consulting detective. Fine. I do hope this won't turn out to be boring.

You don't know me, if you've sincerely considered that an outcome.

Happy hunting.

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