The Journal (Inbox - ARCHIVED)

[chippedsoul]

Use this for any IC one-on-one contact and finishing any loose ends at forgottentales

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[greatestdefective]

[From what he's learned from Iris, the sounds are absolutely necessary. They're soft sounds, at least. Discreet, for Sherlock's doing. Once enough of the potion is down, he puts the cork back on the bottle and sets it down again, smiling.]

There. Now, was that really so bad?

[chippedsoul]

You could have done it without the theatrics. [Oh! Words! He manages to make words, though his voice is soft and weak.]

[greatestdefective]

[Sherlock grins and waves a hand. There is progress and that's good enough for him!]

I did attempt it without the theatrics! Twice! It did not work.

[chippedsoul]

I couldn't tell it was you, and I'm not a child. [Quit treating me like one :T. His head was starting to pound a little as he lays back onto the bed.]

[greatestdefective]

Are you certain? You were behaving an awful lot like one, ha ha ha! [Yeahhh, that laughter is probably not helping Asougi's headache any.]

[chippedsoul]

[Nooope, just going to pull up the blankets while muttering.] Not so loud. ["Thanks for the potion" is somewhere in that, probably.]

[greatestdefective]

[Thankfully, Holmes has some very good hearing. It comes with being the Best Detective Ever, ya know. He chuckles under his breath.]

I take your health has improved, if only a little?

[chippedsoul]

A little. [Still feels like crap and low on energy. He pulls down the blankets so his eyes at least are visible.] What day is it...?

[greatestdefective]

Iiit's.... Tuesday, I believe. Or perhaps Thursday? Saturday? There was definitely a U in there.

[Oh Asougi, you should've known better than to ask.]

[chippedsoul]

[He should, but he's not in his right mind and hasn't seen anyone. So he'll just sigh.]

Some time then. [As his stomach whines hopelessly once more to be fed for the 100th time.] Did anything happen since the campaign...? [That might get him some information.]

[greatestdefective]

Hmmm, let's see. The water turned very foul for a while. Hostile, even. That was rather nasty. Our Essences were behaving a bit oddly as well. On the bright side, I found a very nice pot of soil to have my precious Audrey III feel right at home. [...] Oh, yes, and the Story Eater attacked this place, leading to a spot of mayhem! But don't you worry, that whole matter was dealt with.

[chippedsoul]

[That all happened...? He doesn't know what this Audrey is, he's a little worried he can't recall much of this. Everything is just a blur.]

What about yourself? [They fought didn't they?]

[greatestdefective]

[He completely misunderstands the question at first and just starts to ramble away.]

Hmm? I fought as well, of course! Isn't that why we were all brought here by the Storyteller? To save the day? Oh, it was all very thrilling. I helped a young girl who was injured and took down several animated statues inside the library! Which was a bit difficult to do with one arm in a sling, but once I saw a doctor about that, the situation improved greatly.

[chippedsoul]

Your arm. [Ignoring everything else.] Did that happen when we fought?

[greatestdefective]

When I fought Hyde, you mean? I was a bit too careless, I suppose. Curious, as that normally never happens.

[chippedsoul]

You were already careless the moment you decided to fight him. [He sinks a little beneath the blankets.] It's just your arm?

[greatestdefective]

Oh, yes. But as I said, a doctor had a look at it. It's better now, see?

[He holds out his arm, wiggling the fingers. Yes, it still stings a bit, but no, he won't let it show.]

[chippedsoul]

Is that so...? You don't seem the type to listen to a doctor though. [He didn't acknowledge his wiggling fingers, cause he's starting to doze off again. While the potion helped a little, it doesn't exactly replace nourishment.]

[greatestdefective]

What is that supposed to mean? I'll have you know, doctors are some of my favorite people! I listen to my little Iris when she speaks all the time! [Gosh!!!]

[chippedsoul]

[He just groans back in response, his body feeling heavy of sleep. His stomach still whines pathetically, hoping this time it'll be fed something, anything.]

[greatestdefective]

[Sherlock is just... not really paying attention to that.]

Speaking of doctors, will you be seeing one as well? You're hardly at your best and there is only so much a healing potion can do.

[chippedsoul]

Hm.... [Was that a yes or a no? Answer is more sleep, which is, probably not the thing he needs right now.]

[greatestdefective]

[Wow, and Sherlock thought he was bad. He places a hand on Asougi's shoulder and gives him a shake.]

Oy, c'mon now. At least eat something.

[chippedsoul]

[There's a disapproving groan in response.] Get something... [He mutters in his sleep. Unfortunately investigation in the kitchen will reveal nothing that's edible.]

[greatestdefective]

[Don't worry, cooking was not an option either way. Holmes takes the "get something" very literally, if only because it's convenient for him. He has no patience for cooking. So he calmly stands up again.]

Alright, then. I'll be back soon. You had best work up an appetite in the meantime.

[He will be gone for a good half hour, so Asougi can either sleep or do the smart thing and not sleep.]