ADVENTURE 003: Jobs are Dull

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Action; Pharmacy.]

[Sherlock had heard about the possibility of being droned, so here he is at work. And he's actually, you know, working. He's not here for his own gain, nor to do research. And he's actually pointing customers in the right direction, after telling them something about themselves they'd rather keep hidden. He doesn't sound like he wants to help. He sounds more like he's here under threat of punishment - which is pretty much true.]

Need help with anything?


[Action; City Bench.]

[Sherlock is reading a book - or pretending to. He's actually watching drones and people milling about. He's hoping to try to think his way out of this place. And he's hoping by observing others, he'll learn something.]

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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock smirks. He's used that tone himself.]

For what kind of experiment are you using your brother?

[kinship]

Experiment, sir?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Oh, come now. I too have an older brother and I liked to do experiments on him. He had a terrible time with his weight. I liked to help him out.

[He wouldn't have gone as far as poisoning him, but hey, he might think this lad is impressive if he knew.]

[kinship]

Actually, I'm the older brother.

[But he's looking interested nonetheless.]

Help him out how?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Oh are you? That changes everything. It's one thing for the younger brother to test his older brother. It's quite another when it's the other way around.

[Sherlock just stares.]

Didn't you say he was working - or rather not working - at the church? If he's younger than you....

[And now you've talked Sherlock out of letting you have antacids.]

[kinship]

We're actually twins, it's just that Mayfield took us from different points in our future. I'm the older twin, but I'm only ten here and he's a full grown adult.

[And the depressing thing about that? It's all 100% true.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Different time lines. I've heard people mention that before. A father and son team, though they look practically the same age...

[So, it's not hard to believe.]

So, here in Mayfield, how old is your brother?

[kinship]

Ancient.

[The glib remark is accompanied by a chuckle.]

You should see his hair, it's grey as anything.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock just gives the lad a look.]

Colour of hair means nothing. How old is he?

[Because he might be reconsidering the antacid request.]

[kinship]

Old enough to be an ordained priest.

[He doesn't want them that badly, he can just ask Holland for them later.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Hence why he is not working... in the church. Then he is old enough to take care of himself. Very well.

[Sherlock gestures for the lad to follow him.]

[kinship]

[Curious, Cain does as he's bid and follows Sherlock. Hopefully this will lead to the antacids he wanted.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Was there a particular brand you wanted?

[Sherlock did lead him to the aisle that contained the antacids.]

[kinship]

No, any are fine. Preferably strong ones, please.

[Score! He will count this as a win.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Well, no such thing as "Extra Strength" back in the 50's. And there were only a few 'chewable' kinds, as you can see. Most were either liquid or you dissolved them in water.

[He'll wait for the youth to choose one.]

[kinship]

Definitely the ones that dissolve in water, he can be a big baby when taking medicine.

[Sort of true, it's all an act.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock grabs a roll of Alka-Seltzer.]

Right. That will be twenty cents.

[kinship]

[Digging in his pocket and handing over the money, he pockets the medicine.]

Thank you, sir. Ah... I'm afraid I didn't catch your name?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

That would be because I didn't introduce myself.

[He always forgets that part - might be intentional forgetting.]

Sherlock Holmes. And you are?

[kinship]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Holmes.

[He smiles brightly, offering his hand to shake.]

I'm Cain Knightlord.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Cain... let me guess, you're brother is Able?

[Sherlock keeps forgetting that funny doesn't suit him.]

[kinship]

[It would be funnier... if it weren't true.]

That's right, Abel Nightroad.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Different last names. Stepbrothers? Or were one of you adopted.

[As John said, Sherlock should stick to ice.]

[kinship]

Neither, we were just named by different people.

[Don't even ask, his family is weird as hell.]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

So. When you are named, you receive a first name and last name. How do people know who's related?