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Sherlock Holmes (deducingyou) wrote in marinasylum,
@ 2011-07-10 01:05:00

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:action, kisame hoshigaki, sherlock holmes

[ Action | Closed ]
[ It was getting dark when Sherlock left the coffee shop, and by the time he'd pushed through Sector Five's clothing shop (atrocious task, and of course nothing has sleeves) the hour was growing late. He was about to give up and just head back to the Shelter when a hard wave of vertigo sent him snatching at the racks and going down. Oh.

For a moment, he had sat among a swathe of brightly colored shirts, ringed by a metal trolly that held them up. He did not panic; did not think much at all, in fact, beyond the way the room swam, until he suddenly could. The inevitable was happening. His body was failing him. There was a brief debate as to whether or not he could possibly make it to the shelter before his motor skills began to fail him, all the while clambering out of the mess while the world stood still. Thoughts after that were fogged and unimportant.

What's important is that, for better or for worse, he's laid up on the bench of one of the fitting rooms. He's tall, so his torso fits and the rest spills off. Somewhat on his side, eyes shut, dead to the world. Patches - practically pale enough to blend in with his skin - line the underside of the visible arm. His instincts had the good sense to shut the door behind him to afford him some privacy. He didn't lock it, though. ]

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seeingeyeshark
2011-08-08 09:10 pm UTC (link)

Fine, fine.

[Kisame pads off to set Sherlock down at the kitchen door, mildly grateful that he doesn't need to worry about the issue of prying the man off by now. Skeptical as he is, he'll at least let the guy do what he wants. At this point, there's no need to stick around; he doesn't think Sherlock is going to pass out again anytime soon.]

So, about those questions....

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deducingyou
2011-08-08 09:29 pm UTC (link)

[ He slides easily off of the other and down the wall a bit, but the heels of his shoes soon catch and find some purchase in the floor below. He leans against the wall for now, also seeming to be waiting for Kisame to leave before he speaks.

Then his head tips back against the wall, eyes still sparking with a hint of the intelligence there. The rest of his body is kind of reminiscent of a drunk who can't stand quite straight. ]

Yes. Two of them.

[ He did make an agreement. ]

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seeingeyeshark
2011-08-08 09:50 pm UTC (link)

[Kisame straightens and takes a few steps away to provide some space, gingerly rubbing his back to ease some of the abuse it's taken. What a pathetic sight.... It's even worse for a sharp mind to be left to such abuse than it would be for a common man.]

I think I'll take you up on that offer from earlier. Why exactly do you gather all that information, and what're you using it for? What's your world like?

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	deducingyou 2011-08-08 09:58 pm UTC (link)
	[ He's too tired to care about much right now. Just this much is a show for a stranger. His mind, however, is like a gem that's been rolled in mud - its luster remains beneath, it's just a matter of chipping away the muck. ] That's three questions. [ Jointed as the two might be. Apparently he's still strong enough to be petulant. ] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

seeingeyeshark
2011-08-08 10:32 pm UTC (link)

[A beat of silence as he considers this, and Kisame can't help but laugh, refraining from rolling his eyes; he's pretty sure the two are jointed enough that they should count as one, but the point is minor enough that he won't begrudge Sherlock his victory. But they seem more important than the last one--the metaphorical "Who are you?" seems more important than where he's from.]

Fine. Go ahead and forget the last one, then.

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deducingyou
2011-08-08 10:51 pm UTC (link)

[ The laugh earns a reflexive twitch of lips, but it's a mirthless gesture. ]

I gather information because my profession relies on logic. I've been building a premise for this world on which I may base my deductions. This place is similar to my own, but the residents are not. If I'm to continue making logical conclusions about them, I must be able to change the way in which I observe. That takes time, facts, data. Everything that can be tested must be studied for similarity, and differences must be catalogued.

In the past, I used this information to solve curiosities and crimes. I'm not certain what I'll do with it now. Something, though. There must be something.

[ Frustration leaks into his voice near the end, brows furrowing at something far away, through the other. In some ways, somewhere, he's stopped talking to Kisame. ]

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seeingeyeshark
2011-08-08 11:00 pm UTC (link)

[Kisame listens attentively, satisfied; from the sound of it, he picked his questions well. Not only the depth of the answer, but the tone of it, the way it's directed..... Yes, this is what he wanted. This is a driving force, a set of ticking gears that helps him go, makes him work, shows part of what he's made of. This is like asking Sasori about art, or Hidan about God.]

What premise is that? There must be something more to understand, here.

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deducingyou
2011-08-08 11:25 pm UTC (link)

[ This may very well be Sherlock's god. It's his life, his art, his work - he can't help but speak passionately of the thing he claimed to married to. He may also be a little delirious from lack of sleep. ]

The premise. The database. A compilation of predicates.

[ No, Kisame, it doesn't get any simpler. ]

That's enough, I think. You should leave now.

And if you're thinking of looking for me here, think better of it.

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seeingeyeshark
2011-08-09 12:01 am UTC (link)

.....Ah.

[No, it doesn't seem to get simpler at all. But he thinks he's beginning to understand--Sherlock doesn't seem to want some kind of coherent premise or explanation or even theory at all. It seems more like he wants to figure out the rules of this place and its inhabitants, the natural laws it all follows. He sounds like he wants to categorize and label and model it all, to develop formulas to predict things and people with. Maybe he's completely wrong, but..... well, it all seems painfully dehumanizing to him.

He shakes his head, lifting a hand in something like a salute and turning to go.]

Alright, alright..... I'll see you around later, then. Take care of yourself, Contrary-dono. I mean it.

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