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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...I'm not sure what I can say to that, other then that it sounds... unhappy, for you.

Alone protects me. And those who chose to associate with me.

[He means friends. His being alone protects his friends.]

[That resonates with him, and he frowns slightly into his teacup. That's why he did everything himself, right? But still, after seeing how it all ended up anyway, was it worth it?]

You must be fairly influential, then.

Not anymore.

[He looks around.]

I'm still not convinced that this isn't hell and that I'm not dead.

That's very pessimistic, to assume you'd end up there.

[and he smiles briefly, but drops it to consider very seriously]

There are people here who would never be sentenced to Hell, not in a just system. That's enough for me.

[Sherlock doesn't deserve hell, it's just his luck he would end up there.]

You're missing the point. Either I'm dead and I'll never see them again. Or I survived and I can't see them again until all their assassins are dead. Either way, if I hadn't let myself get caught up in sentiment, their lives would have never been in danger.

[He frowns slightly, trying to follow along.]

If it's any consolation, there are a number of people who returned temporarily to their homes after being here to find no time had passed.

...I hope you don't find it condescending, but I do know something like what you're describing. I can't speak for your situation, but the choices I made... in the end, they only made it worse.

Choice.

[He scoffs.]

I had no choice, not really. It was my fault their lives were at stake, so I had to make them safe...

[He's not the sociopath he claims to be.]

[He smiles somewhat sadly-- he thought he had no choice, too, and he ended up only making a huge mistake-- but he's not going to pretend to know that their situations were similar.]

There was the choice not to do anything. You simply chose the more noble.

Heroes don't exist... And if they did I wouldn't be one of them.

[But it was spoken more with the tone of memory than malice.]

Hero or not, it's still the right thing to do, and you shouldn't downplay that.

[Sherlock gave a slight nod.]

I wonder if those I left behind would see it like that...

[He doubts it.]

I don't mean to pry, but you said you could return once their assassins were no longer an issue?

[Had he let that slip? What was it about this place that made everything so... hard?]

My three closest...f-friends. [Yes, he stumbles on that word.] An enemy of mine set three snipers after them. If I didn't kill myself, they would kill my friends.

...I see. How troubling.

[He means it sincerely, and seems to be putting himself into that situation, frowning as he tries to puzzle it all out.]

I don't suppose you could go to the police upon your return?

[Sherlock scoffed. It was a bitter laugh that escaped his lips.]

My enemy had gone to the newspapers and told them I was a fraud. The police thought I had committed a crime and had arrested me the day before I jumped. The only one who can help me now is me.

[It's why alone protects Sherlock.]

If they have any sense of justice, they would conduct a more thorough investigation.

[He says it automatically and a little defensively, though he knows all too well how corrupt the police could be-- or even just how they could be misled, any intentional maliciousness aside.]

Though, of course, you know more about the situation than I would.

[Sherlock offers a nod of his head.]

Clearly. But, it is easier to believe I am a fraud than it is to believe that I'm as talented as I am.

So instead you faked your death....

Forgive me for my curiosity, but it sounds like an interesting story.

[Sherlock sighs.]

You weren't paying attention. I faked my death because my enemy was going to kill my friends if I didn't. I had to finish his "story." Which meant that I died in shame.

Ah, sorry, I was referring to how you faked your death.

[There's a wry grin.]

A magician never reveals his trick.

[and he laughs once in response]

Yes, I suppose that's true. I do hope it ends well for you, Mr. Holmes, though returning home is still the first priority.

[Sherlock nods.]

Thank you. How long have you been here?

It's been about two months. Shorter than most.

[And he smiles, but even though there are people who have been here for years, he thinks it's far too long.]

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