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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 15, 2016 14:03:04 GMT -5
(brb!)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 15, 2016 14:05:11 GMT -5
Sherlock clicked his tongue once, offering an odd, sideways smile. "Strange? Oh, use your imagination." He said dismissively, sitting down on the couch and leaning forward with his hands together so he could focus on Zacharie. "The question is, what are you? You're clearly more than a simple merchant."
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Post by Ver Million on Aug 15, 2016 14:13:26 GMT -5
(@aoba the characters are in the living room cx )
Laslow flashed Calypso an excited grin when he saw her. "Why, hello there, Calypso!" He greeted cheerfully, "Well...I offered to go shopping with a friend of mines..." He glanced into the shopping bags with a nervous chuckle. "I didn't expect her to shop so much."
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 15, 2016 14:40:25 GMT -5
(Sorry this post is so bad. I can't seem to write today. XP )
Calypso looked around at all the bags in amusement. Curiously, she bent over to look in one of the ones nearest to her. "She only shopped...for clothes?" The concept of shopping for things other then food or other important items was foreign to her, considering she only forced herself anywhere near a marketplace when absolutely had to. "I guess to, er...each their own!" She let out an quiet laugh. "Do you enjoy shopping, Lazlow?"
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Post by Ver Million on Aug 15, 2016 15:07:08 GMT -5
"She did buy a few hair accessories as well," Laslow recalled with a rueful chuckle, "She did spend a lot of money...I doubt Lady Camilla will be mad, but Lord Xander on the other hand..." He cringed slightly when he imagined last time when the prince decided to put him under house arrest. Not a very fun time for him. "I do! It's rather pleasant walking around the marketplace," He sighed delightedly, yet there was a melancholic glint in his eyes, "How about you, milady?"
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 15, 2016 15:09:57 GMT -5
(sorry I took so long)
Zacharie crossed his arms. What is that even supposed to mean? He didn't move other than to turn his head slightly, watching as Sherlock took a seat. "I am a merchant for Batter. Nothing more, nothing less," he told the man. "You seem reluctant to share anything about yourself." He said it like an afterthought, but it was clearly an accusation.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Aug 15, 2016 15:29:22 GMT -5
"Hair accessories." Calypso repeated quietly, closing her eye in thought. Although she was currently wearing a few body accessories at the moment, she had never tried a hair one. Would it had made her look...nice? Upon suddenly hearing the mention of two of the names of Nohr's royals, she was jolted out of her thoughts. Was Lazlow acquainted with them? That must have been a great honor. "M-me?" Calypso's ears unintentionally folded back, as she suddenly grew nervous at the mercenary's question. "Er...I-I... Don't." She stuttered, trying to form a cohesive sentence. "Sorry...I'm not much of a, um, shopper." The wolfskin rubbed her neck awkwardly.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 15, 2016 15:39:37 GMT -5
Sherlock allowed himself a sly smirk. "Changing the subject, returning my inquiries back on me, obviously attempted to turn the conversation back to the offensive, attempting to return to your comfort zone-you are quite the people person, aren't you?-yes, all very stereotypical attempts to avoid a subject you'd rather not discuss." His eyes never left the other man, everyone else in the room was irrelevant. John would have told him to lay off. "You seem to be quite good at what you do. I can always respect someone who does their job well, so tell me, are you good at your job?"
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 15, 2016 15:52:29 GMT -5
(wow sherlock has zach pegged)
He stood still, only watching Sherlock as he explained just who Zacharie was to the merchant himself. His expression was quite blank behind his mask, but it could be said that it was surprising the background behind him was not yet bursting into flames. He still spoke calmly, rather than in a matter-of-fact tone. "I'm the best at my job." He did not yet move from his spot, but his head turned slightly, his eyes still trained on Sherlock. "Assuming I'm the one avoiding the subject can also be seen as assuming conversations this one-sided are, in fact, conversations at all."
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Post by salt to the sea ★ on Aug 15, 2016 15:54:30 GMT -5
[ hola hola everyone rip I fell asleep last night just as I was typing out a reply so anyone open to rp??
also omg hawkpath your Sherlock is spot on ]
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 15, 2016 16:00:07 GMT -5
XD Sherlock does that. )
The edges of Sherlock's mouth twitched up. This was getting fun. "And I'm the best at mine." He returned in a soft, deep voice. "So you don't feel that this is a proper conversation? I can tell an expert when I see one, and you, Zacharie, are one. You understand people, don't you? You know how to use them. So, ask me whatever you like." The blue eyes narrowed the slightest bit, never wavering. "I want to hear what it is you'd like to say."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 15, 2016 16:00:38 GMT -5
[ hola hola everyone rip I fell asleep last night just as I was typing out a reply so anyone open to rp?? also omg hawkpath your Sherlock is spot on ] (Thanks xD. )
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 15, 2016 16:04:41 GMT -5
Zacharie's attitude shifted again and he uncrossed his arms, bending them so his hands were in front of him in a defensive gesture. "Oh, I have no interest in interrogations. You may only share what you like," he chuckled. There was no intensity left in Zacharie. "Tell me, what should I call you?"
(we need to finish that hot sauce mall room or give up on it xD who all was here?)
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 15, 2016 16:10:56 GMT -5
Sherlock paused, a flash of disappointment showing in his eyes. Then it was gone, replaced by something like triumph. "Sherlock Holmes. Consulting detective." He added the title after his name, unable to resist the urge to brag. "So, Zacharie, I take it you've gotten quite good at playing people?" The merchant was still a mystery, and his seeming lack of interest to question the detective only added to his curiosity.
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 15, 2016 16:15:19 GMT -5
I'm president lol]
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 15, 2016 16:17:52 GMT -5
A detective? Zacharie looked the man up and down for the second time in this conversation. He did not look like a detective from his world. "I don't trick people," he insisted. It seemed to be a hobby of Sherlock's though. No, more like a profession. "It seems you have the wrong impression of me. If anything, you may have me switched with someone else here," the merchant chuckled.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 15, 2016 16:19:12 GMT -5
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 15, 2016 16:27:04 GMT -5
"Ah." Sherlock seemed to be strangely satisfied by the answer. "Yes. Thank you, that fits perfectly." He smiled, his usual odd, slightly creepy smile. "So you're one of the more intelligent visitors. Making the most out of the house, not sharing your life, but clearly very good with people. You could fool anyone you wanted, couldn't you? So why don't you?"
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 15, 2016 16:28:34 GMT -5
I'm not in charge of that the senate and house is or the irs....i think]
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 15, 2016 16:37:39 GMT -5
"I don't talk about myself," Zacharie said. It could pass as a response, but it was more of simply a statement out of the blue. "I have friends here," he continued. "I would advise being honest with them, if you expect the same honesty in return." Anyone less observant wouldn't notice that Zacharie, at his core, believed none of this. However, he truly did practice it at the House. He found himself smiling wider. "It's interesting to find another philosophically... inclined... individual here. I've learned to say 'hi', 'hello', 'how are you?'"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 15, 2016 16:56:52 GMT -5
"Friends." Sherlock merely repeated for the first part of Zacharie's reply. Being Sherlock Holmes, he didn't miss the fact that Zacharie, in fact, was not being truthful. However, the second part of the merchant's answer was more interesting, so he let the lie slide with nothing more than the slightly sarcastic word. "Indeed." He continued with more genuineness. "You and I seem very similar, only you seem less curious about the House for its own sake. Why is that?"
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 15, 2016 17:03:13 GMT -5
"This place is a labyrinth, not a puzzle," Zacharie said calmly, hardly waiting for Sherlock to finish his sentence. "It cannot be solved." He paused and tilted his head to the other side now, just as slightly as before. "Of course, it is still interesting."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 15, 2016 17:13:29 GMT -5
"Everything can be solved, eventually, and with the right resources." Sherlock dismissed the very idea, of course the House could be solved. It just hadn't been solved yet. "It is both a labyrinth and a puzzle, a maze and a mystery that no one has been able to crack. And that, Zacharie, is my job." He smiled, looking completely content. Then he blinked out, sending him back to his own world.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 15, 2016 17:15:51 GMT -5
(oh my, sherlock is mysterious xD)
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Post by Kenshin on Aug 15, 2016 17:39:54 GMT -5
(hello i'm here; just be warned that i am currently dying of heat stroke probably and i'm not going to have the best posts haha)
Kenshin blinked into the living room, and saw many of the occupants there, having conversations. Not wanting to interrupt anything, Kenshin stayed near the edges of the room.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 15, 2016 17:45:01 GMT -5
(heyo :3)
Zacharie spotted Kenshin and stared for a moment. Normally he would approach immediately, but he was busy contemplating Sherlock's conclusions. The merchant soon put on a smile and walked over though. "Hello there," he chuckled, friendly as usual.
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No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Aug 15, 2016 18:35:06 GMT -5
Jesse crossed his arms. "Because I can't die as far as I'm aware. You can," he retorted simply, his voice the most serious it had been in a while. "And if you're anything like the other Enjolras you're going to do something big with your life, and you're going to mean something to the world. Walking into a room alone would end that." For once the seventeen… er… twenty year old wasn't joking around. He didn't know if his words would have any impact on Enjolras, but if they stopped him from going into a room that'd be good enough. "And nobody knows why there are death traps. There just are. But I've heard they aren't all death traps…" --------"That's quite a lot of faith to put in someone you've just met. But hopefully there's some truth to it." The Frenchman said. Jesse's rapid attitude change seemed to convince Enjolras not to explore rooms on his own. "So no rooms unless you're with people. Got it. So what about the ones that aren't death traps?" "I find it's best to think the best of someone right off the bat," Jesse shrugged, flashing Enjolras a small smile. "And I'm a fairly decent judge of character," he added, the king of humility. The frenchman's next question gave Jesse some pause. "Well... you don't know what a room is going to be before you go in, and I haven't been in more than one or two, so I don't really know." Jesse admitted sheepishly. "But they're bizarre."
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Aug 15, 2016 19:27:08 GMT -5
(hey guys x3 hmm I guess I'll go cook. I'll be back to party later on)
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