badfic_manor | 001 :: Sherlock Holmes [Accidental Video]

[The blackberry feed shows a dark room - anyone watching the network may not even see anything clearly at first. However, the sound of something being briefly dragged across the floor is apparent. As is the next sound; a small instrument of some kind? A Ukelele perhaps, but the sound of the strings being plucked cuts through the gloom. After a few minutes of this, quiet mumbling can be heard from the intruments owner, before they stand up quiet suddenly, lay what appears to be a violin down on a side table, and rush over to one of the curtained windows. Opening the curtain gently, the small amount of light allowed in shows that the person is male - in his late thirties perhaps? Regardless, a pair of cat ears seem to sit quite happily on his head, a long tail swishing back and forth with curious delight. He examines the view from outside, before shutting the curtains again, pausing, and suddenly stepping forwards. Grabbing the blackberry, he frowns]

..what the devil....how did you get in here, or better yet how am I in here- WATSON?! Watson, I don't suppose you have any idea where we are..

[For everytime his friend doesn't asnwer him, his tone goes from curious, to irritated, to anxious]

..This cannot be good..

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[He shrugs and returns his attention to the chocolate structure.]

You're old. He could be a decedent.

[And enter the ambiguity.]

[At that he smirks]

That's quite a model you have there..any particular reason for making it or..?

I was bored. I needed to do something. Hey, you're new. Oh!! And you have ears too!!

[Just then through his excitement, his tail whips around and hits Willy in the face.]

I told you to stop that!

[He chastises his own tail.]

Hm-hm. It has a mind of its own. I can't do a thing with it.

[As if in response, Holmes' own tail flicks about in excitement and curiousity. He glances at it but says nothing about it]

Yes, I only recently woke up and found myself here - how long have you been around?

Since Once Upon a Time happened. I think that's the beginning. Oh, you're in Badfic Manor and the Author is the one in charge. Don't worry about the Plot Bunny. He's harmless even if he's got a bit of a mouth on him. And the Mary Sue's....stay as far away from them as possible.

[His tail takes a swipe at the tower as Willy grabs it without looking at it with a smile.]

The good thing is that we're able to do what we want still without too much hassle. It could be worse.

[It takes him a moment or so to process what Willy just said, his tail curling around his torso as he thinks it over]

..I see.How very interesting. Although I must ask - what is a 'Mary Sue'?

[He stops his work for a moment. The light chipper tone still carries.]

Well, they're like the perfect people. They're creepy, they're flawless and they like to make people look like idiots. I don't like them. They're fake. Faux. Veneered. They lack depth and as shallow as a puddle...and just as murky.

((that the sacrifices take physical damage >_> Poor Ichabod >_<))

The perfect people...? [He chuckles]

I'd be quite fascinated to meet one, if only once.

[He shudders.]

No you don't.

[He takes some powdered sugar and sprinkles it over the finished structure.]

There. It's finished.

[Sherlock now has Willy's full attention.]

Well, if you want to meet them that badly, sure knock yourself out though I do have a word of caution. They're not human.

[He listens to Willy's warning intently, but his curiousity this time is a little too overwhelming]

I suppose I'll test the saying 'curiousity killed the cat'~ [He says with a weird smile]

It's very good by the way..[He gestures to the chocolate statue]

Huh?

[He looks at it and grins then looks back at Holmes.]

Oh! Thank you. It's a passion of mine. I'm a chocolatier. Willy Wonka's the name and there's no other by any other name that holds a candle to what I do.

[He furrows his brow, his top hat pops off his head again which causes him to grab it before it falls and notices the smirk.]

Well, if it's curiosity that killed the cat, then curiosity was framed. Honestly, it's ideology that killed the cat.

[He giggled and let go of the brim.]

[He smiles awkwardly as he tries to sum up Willy in his head; he can't get a read on him, not yet anyway]

I've encountered many situations in which curiousity was in fact deadly - however, it's also an innate human trait, and so is death, so I suppose the two should go hand in hand.

[Despite his earlier statement of hating sweets, Holmes glances at Willy, before dipping his pinkie into some of he excess chocolate in the pan, and placing it into his mouth]

...not bad. My bias makes it impossible to critique it fairly, but overall, not bad. You certainly have a talent.

Oh, thank you. I believe that when a man has a talent for something, that talent should be honed. It's a passion that makes the talent grow and when it does, it's remarkable. Don't you think?

[He nods at the assessment of curiosity and grins.]

Well I'm certainly all about the curious. After all, what good is a puzzle if it's not an enigma.

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