mayfield_rpg | deux ϟ

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deux ϟ

[Phone]

Good afternoon, my name is Ky Kiske. For those of you who are new in town, I apologize in advance; this is not a pleasant place to be stuck in. However long you've been here, though, I find taking some time to relax can help relieve some of the stress, and as I've recently received some personal belongings, I thought I would offer what I could.

If anyone would like to join me for a cup of tea, I would be happy to oblige.

...On a similar note, if anyone has any suggestions for safely storing fragile objects in a... chaotic environment, I'd appreciate them.

[Action-- outside 341 Brady]

[He's got a lot of fragile objects to worry about storing, if the table he's setting up outside is any indication; there are dozens of different teacups (lovingly) arranged alongside a large teapot, sugar bowls, and pitchers of milk (not the Milkman's). He's got his girly crown on, too, evidently acting as an Official Representative Of Illyria (tm), and is smiling politely to anyone who passes]

Care for some tea?

[ooc: Sin might pop in on phone conversations ~~to make fun of Ky~~, so if you'd rather not get threadjacked, please say so! (if it's not already listed in a permission post or something similar)]

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[Sherlock makes his cup just as he likes it he blows on it before speaking.]

So, is this your collection?

[Finally, he takes a sip.]

Not bad.

[And by that he means it's better than the other stuff he's had here that they dare to call 'tea'.]

It is, yes. It's nice to have it here, even if it might not be perfectly safe.

[He smiles fondly at the one that Sherlock picks up.]

That one was meant as a bribe, I believe, though I can't remember what for.

[He makes his own cup, too, taking a sip for himself.]

I'm glad you think so. It was more difficult than it should have been to get it that way.

[Sherlock takes another sip.]

The 1950's in the States... they were very pleased with themselves, considering how the war ended.

[He looks at the tea cup he is holding.]

If you don't remember the stories behind them, why do you keep them?

[John had been working on teaching Sherlock about 'sentiment' - so Ky's information confuses him.]

I'm afraid I don't know which war you're referring to.

[Of course, there's the war for him, but he's yet to find anyone who knows about it beyond those he knows from home, and Sherlock doesn't sound like he's talking about that-- among other things, the fact that he's talking about a 'States' or 'America' at all implies it's not the Crusades.]

[He reaches over to trace the rim of one of the cups fondly.]

I enjoy collecting them, and it's the collection itself that's the story.

[Sherlock looks Ky up and down.]

You're from a different time than I, so it's unlikely it is a war you would know about.

[He offers his hand.]

Sherlock Holmes.

It's very likely. I seem to be from a different time than most.

[there's a tiny hint of something more behind that-- even out of the people he knows from home, he's from a different time than all but one of them-- but he takes Sherlock's hand]

Ky Kiske.

[Sherlock nods.]

I seem to be fictional in the opinions of most of the people I've met.

[Clearly he's still rather disturbed by this idea. He deflects back to the tea cups.]

So the collection tells a story... explain.

[The request is in the tone, even if the pleasantries are left out.]

That's... not something I can say I've heard before.

[and he's curious, but he can take a hint, so]

They used to belong to someone very important to me. The collection itself, I mean.

[Sherlock smiles.]

Ah, so it is sentiment.

[And he's happy to move on from the other conversation.]

Well, of course. And besides, it's nice to have so many around, in case the opportunity to use them comes up.

[he seems to seriously believe that having dozens of teacups around is just a case of being prepared]

[Sherlock smiles and takes another sip.]

But since no opportunity has presented itself, you have created a situation in which to use them. Interesting...

I'd say the opportunity is here. Everyone could use some tea and conversation in a town like this, wouldn't you say?

[A wistful smile briefly appears. Ky reminds him of John.]

Nothing so boring as conversation... unless it proves to be discussions to bring an end to this place.

On the contrary, I find it can make all the difference.

Though, of course, getting out should be the highest priority.

[Sherlock sighs with a hint of impatience. A lot like John, then.]

Okay, enlighten me, why does conversation make all the difference?

Maintaining hope.

[Sherlock scoffs.]

It's still sentiment.

[Sherlock doesn't believe in hope at the moment.]

What's wrong with sentiment?

[that's a problem because if Ky were in his normal clothes he'd literally have HOPE embroidered all over him]

[But since Ky isn't, it's not a problem at all.]

Sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side.

[Which, following his fall from Bart's and ending up here, simply proves to Sherlock how right that statement is.]

Not at all.

[He frowns at that, trying to wrap his head around how someone would even come to that conclusion]

It helps us get through the difficult times and find the motivation to keep fighting.

Well, we do agree on something... love is a vicious motivator.

[Yes, he is this logical, even if others call it cynicism.]

Ky, love? Yeah right.

[A snotty voice calls from the house's balcony- a younger man is sitting perched on the railing, an eyepatch over his right eye, but other than his clothes and a bit of a haircut he's nearly the spitting image of Ky.]

Figures you'd even have these stupid official 'functions' or whatever here.

--Sin.

[and he puts his cup down carefully]

I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes, I'm...

[and he's not exactly sure what to say to that, so he clears his throat awkwardly]

Sin, perhaps we should speak... later....

It's... fine. I have a brother, though not a twin.

[He looks from one to the other.]

Though, my brother would probably say I'm more like Sin.

Brother?

[Sin makes a rather insulted face, then hops off the railing.] ...I'm goin' to ma's house. I don't wanna deal with your dumb politics.

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