Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes Consulting Detective The only one in the world [roleplay blog, English is not my native language so mistakes in my grammar might and will appear occasionally.]

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Sherlock turned to Emily, trying to process what the man just had proposed to them. It was a fairly brilliant plan, one that cannot really be tracked down, because why would anyone doubt it, if it was not Sherlock Holmes we talked about. Of course, here nobody knows him, they could...

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 Sherlock felt a little uncomfortable after the little interlude between Emily and Mikhail. He used to act like as if somebody very knowledgeable when it came to other people's relationships, but faking one with the girl wouldn't be as easy as analysing somebody else's. Would it be a different situation he surely preferred to find another way.  "Well..." he started. "I'm not very well equipped in this, personally. So for an exception I must rely on you more than I would normally need to."

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"Many say it is" Sherlock answered amused. He still couldn’t understand how exactly Emily could have been patient enough to put up with all his vices and manage to develop any friendly affections towards him, though he had to admit that he didn’t mind this scenario at all. He needed...

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Sherlock turned to Emily, trying to process what the man just had proposed to them. It was a fairly brilliant plan, one that cannot really be tracked down, because why would anyone doubt it, if it was not Sherlock Holmes we talked about. Of course, here nobody knows him, they could pretend whatever they like, but it would require a lot of effort from his side. Still, without doubt this had been the most subtle and genius way of communication between him and Emily. "This is..." he started. "This is the best plan we could most likely come up with. Not the easiest, but the most effective, in my opinion." he took a deep breath. "If you have nothing against it, I would say we can try and establish our ways..." He was good at acting after all, and pretending to be in a relationship could not be that hard, right? Right? "Gets things even more interesting."

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Sherlock looked at her a bit skeptically. “I’m not worried about you of course," he said. “Even I can put up with you, you are not hard to get to like. For me it will a bit harder job to manage not being kicked out from the group while we’re investigating. Hope you see that." He did not...

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"Many say it is" Sherlock answered amused. He still couldn't understand how exactly Emily could have been patient enough to put up with all his vices and manage to develop any friendly affections towards him, though he had to admit that he didn't mind this scenario at all. He needed audience and the girl could provide him with an intelligent one as well. "Yes I was thinking about something similar" Sherlock admitted. "I would only like to interfere when it is absolutely needed, leaving the least gaps for us to tumble in concerning the investigation."

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"That explanation will suffice, I hope" Sherlock believed. “Though we would need a good explanation for why we are subtly or less subtly questioning everybody about the happenings." He tapped on the seat with his fingers. “I don’t mind being rude, or how you call that, but it wouldn’t be...

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 Sherlock looked at her a bit skeptically. "I'm not worried about you of course," he said. "Even I can put up with you, you are not hard to get to like. For me it will a bit harder job to manage not being kicked out from the group while we're investigating. Hope you see that." He did not worry about Emily, the girl could handle all types of people, at all time of the day. Though Sherlock himself wasn't too patient with others and her methods differed from what people would call normal. "What if..." he wondered. "You could ask the questions I want to, so I won't get in trouble as usually. We must make up a method of easily and quickly communicating what exactly I want to know, without me taking too much part in the interrogation. That would just turn out as it usually does..."

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"She’s right. No guessing please" Sherlock agreed with Emily, and nodded to the girl in appreciation. Finally she has learnt this as well, he thought to himself, very content with her brightness. She was getting used to him more and more throughout the months and he appreciated every...

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"That explanation will suffice, I hope" Sherlock believed. "Though we would need a good explanation for why we are subtly or less subtly questioning everybody about the happenings." He tapped on the seat with his fingers. "I don't mind being rude, or how you call that, but it wouldn't be wise to induce a bit of tension between us and the others. It would be a shame if they denied to yield some important information because of this." He made a face. "So. I will need to make an effort in blending in, and we also need a technique of efficiently questioning those who doesn't know our true purpose" he summarised it to Emily.

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Sherlock listened in to the other’s conversation carefully. It was something he could learn a lot about the case without making any effort. As Emily and Mikhail knew the people better than him involved in this situation he could get a less objective picture of them than he liked. It will...

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"She's right. No guessing please" Sherlock agreed with Emily, and nodded to the girl in appreciation. Finally she has learnt this as well, he thought to himself, very content with her brightness. She was getting used to him more and more throughout the months and he appreciated every single new thing she took up that was important for living and coping with Sherlock Holmes. "She seems like an interesting lady" he said, facing Emily now. "We will need to question her further later, I suppose. I'm sure she could provide us with more than just guessing, and that's always an important factor."

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"Very much so" Sherlock assured her, shaking his head. This journey had been a whole lot different than the cab-drives they got used to in the constant London congestion. He really didn’t mind a little variety, and arriving to the morgue swiftly, he didn’t mind that even more. "Just as I...

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 Sherlock listened in to the other's conversation carefully. It was something he could learn a lot about the case without making any effort. As Emily and Mikhail knew the people better than him involved in this situation he could get a less objective picture of them than he liked. It will do for now, he thought, just don't let it influence the outcome of your observations. "So" he started, "is there anything else you think is important about Duboise? I like to explore things myself, but in this case I wouldn't mind hearing any more details about him," he looked at Emily "or your professor. Of course I don't ask about shoe-size or favourite colours, though those can tell a lot about certain people as well."

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"We really are short on time then" Sherlock observed. Of course, he did not need much time with the corpse, but he hated when they made him hurry for no reason. As they started to drive he could see Emily almost losing balance, so he looked at her, with a slight smile and said “Well this...

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"Very much so" Sherlock assured her, shaking his head. This journey had been a whole lot different than the cab-drives they got used to in the constant London congestion. He really didn't mind a little variety, and arriving to the morgue swiftly, he didn't mind that even more.  "Just as I have seen on you" Sherlock answered the man, but he looked back at Emily in the meanwhile. "You are right, accidents like that aren't really bound to happen, but I won't make any theories before seeing the corpse. Then, I will clearly know whether it was a terrible accident, or murder" he promised. "You can be sure I won't let you down."

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Sherlock had a look at the student. Comely, friendly expression, the kind he could never manage, but he seemed to be open and honest enough. “Hello, yes that’s right" he said, attempting a kind smile, the one he thought people usually wore. He failed, of course, as usually, when trying to...

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"We really are short on time then" Sherlock observed. Of course, he did not need much time with the corpse, but he hated when they made him hurry for no reason. As they started to drive he could see Emily almost losing balance, so he looked at her, with a slight smile and said "Well this is going to be a fun two hours, right? At least it won't take three, with him..." he tried to point out actually how lucky they had been.  He looked away from Emily, so he could see the man, considering his own answer. "As soon as I take a glimpse of him" he began "I will see whether it was murder or not. But I think you know already, don't you?" He wasn't really keen on asking these questions any other time, but if it wasn't a murder surely, he wouldn't have been contacted. "Of course, you can be wrong about it. I assure you: I won't be."

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Even the air was different as they got off the plane after long hours of flying. In the end, he didn’t use his time for eating because he thought it to be useless. At the same time, he did purchase an Arabic book before the flight so he can get more familiar with the language. He couldn’t...

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Sherlock had a look at the student. Comely, friendly expression, the kind he could never manage, but he seemed to be open and honest enough. "Hello, yes that's right" he said, attempting a kind smile, the one he thought people usually wore. He failed, of course, as usually, when trying to act like a normal person. Ordinary. "We should really get going then" Sherlock urged, eager to see the body by then. He was waiting for that all day long. "When are they taking it?"

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"Eat?" he asked, unsure. Sherlock knew why the girl requested, still it was no time to stuff food in his mouth when a case like this awaited. “I’ll eat something on the plane. He checked their fridge though, to seem at least a little bit willing. “Not that we have anything" he added to...

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 Even the air was different as they got off the plane after long hours of flying. In the end, he didn't use his time for eating because he thought it to be useless. At the same time, he did purchase an Arabic book before the flight so he can get more familiar with the language. He couldn't learn anything properly, of course it would be hard even to greet somebody, but he felt like getting used to the language. "Where do we meet this contact of yours?" he inquired, looking at the girl. "Waiting for us here?"

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"Eat?" he asked, unsure. Sherlock knew why the girl requested, still it was no time to stuff food in his mouth when a case like this awaited. “I’ll eat something on the plane. He checked their fridge though, to seem at least a little bit willing. “Not that we have anything" he added to...

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 Sherlock was extremely relieved that the girl left his promise without comment. This whole 'I will force you to eat' thing wasn't really to his liking, no matter who tried to do it.  He took the laptop from the girl, reading the new message as well. He looked up from the screen, surveying the girl's expression. "I doubt that" he answered in the end. "Or if it is, we'll be in huge trouble. I suspected you would be the one translating for me, I wouldn't really like anybody else." He tried with a grin, then. "But... if you have problems with the language I'll still have some time on the plane to learn Arabic." Of course, he wouldn't. Or. Couldn't.  He handed the laptop back to the girl and picked up his own phone. "I'll call a cab" he announced. "Or you need some more time?"

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He stepped in he room as he heard Emily calling. With a phone in one hand, and two trousers in the other he listened what the girl had to say, and then nodded in acknowledgement. He was already saving up space for his equipment but this information had only justified that it was the right...

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"Eat?" he asked, unsure. Sherlock knew why the girl requested, still it was no time to stuff food in his mouth when a case like this awaited. "I'll eat something on the plane. He checked their fridge though, to seem at least a little bit willing. "Not that we have anything" he added to justify his decision. The detective hoped Emily would give up trying to feed him. After all; they had so much more important things to do now. A little lack of eating from Sherlock's side shouldn't matter too much for the girl. Probably Emily wasn't even listening, since she was heading to Mrs Hudson's apartment, Sherlock thought, what a waste of air from me this was. He checked his phone to see the time, but they still had some time before it was time to take off. 

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Sherlock turned back from the window, facing his companion again. He regarded Emily as she checked the closest flights on her laptop. “That will be suitable" he announced, his voice obviously full with childish excitement. Except, his excitement was for murder. And then “when you write...

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He stepped in he room as he heard Emily calling. With a phone in one hand, and two trousers in the other he listened what the girl had to say, and then nodded in acknowledgement. He was already saving up space for his equipment but this information had only justified that it was the right choice. "Yes, I've been expecting that, alright" he said, trotting back to his own room, throwing the most important things in his bag. It was a bit of a chaotic mess. "I want the usual stuff" the detective shouted back into the room. "I'm not sure we can take all of those on the aeroplane, though!" When he returned to the living room, he already had his bag finished up. "I'll call the cab" he offered. More likely in anticipation than as an act of kindness.

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Sherlock leaned forward and read the e-mail for a second time. He tried to select the most important information and fully understand the situation, or at least as thoroughly as he could from the details given. The letter appealed to him, it was neatly written with enough clarity that he...

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Sherlock turned back from the window, facing his companion again. He regarded Emily as she checked the closest flights on her laptop. "That will be suitable" he announced, his voice obviously full with childish excitement. Except, his excitement was for murder. And then "when you write her, don't forget to ask whether we need to bring something special with us or no." He was about to leave the living room, but then he added "and don't bring too many things with you. Though I expected you wouldn't." He walked out to pack his own things first. It was clearly going to be something extraordinary: they had been waiting for an opportunity like this for very long now. He wasn't the tourist type, if it was not a case he would have never travelled to Marrakesh. This occasion seemed too perfect to be true.

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They had discussed plans to seek out cases abroad, and whether by coincident or design the universe had answered them. Emily Alistair’s correspondence with her friend and former teacher Dr. Kannitzko had yielded many an interesting e-mail from the professor of anthropology and part time...

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 Sherlock leaned forward and read the e-mail for a second time. He tried to select the most important information and fully understand the situation, or at least as thoroughly as he could from the details given. The letter appealed to him, it was neatly written with enough clarity that he over either speaking too much but saying nothing, or not giving enough detail of the situation. He looked up at Emily and smiled at her viciously "I see you have advertised us" the detective said. "Though it's perfect: we've been waiting for an opportunity like this since forever, no?" It might have been a bit rude to celebrate an intriguing death this openly, but Sherlock wasn't the type who cared too much. He stood up from the laptop and walked to the closest window in their living room, looking out to the busy street.  "Judging by the fact that you've showed me this, you are ready for a little trip to Marrakesh, am I right?" he asked, still facing the window. "If so, we should arrange getting the plane tickets as soon as possible, Emily."

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Sherlock let their cat nuzzle close to his leg as a welcome before he stepped further inside the sitting room. He took his coat off, lazily throwing it on one of the armchairs, unable to put it in its right place. “I know. And it’s also very…" he searched for the most suitable word, "...

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"Never enough… still. There could be more" Sherlock stated stubbornly as ever, crossing his legs under the small kitchen table. He looked up at the girl to read her face: it wasn’t quite a hard task to do now. He briefly nodded to the girl’s words. “I’ll stay here for a bit more and continue this" he pointed at the dining table and its contents with his head. He thought about promising to be silent, but the detective knew that he wouldn’t keep his oath anyways. “Um… I’m glad…." he forced on a smile to the passing Emily. “Goodnight."