[His voice is muffled as he calls to her. Dinner will be a stew, he's decided, something with the vegetables he's found growing wild around the Meadous. He's picked up a cookbook from the library and is determined to actually do something with it. There had been a man on the front cover, so that seemed suitable enough.]
[Monty very nearly adds part of his finger to the onions he's chopping up. He looks sharply over at Renart, then forces himself to relax.]
I didn't tell him. He deduced them. I did try to put him off, but he wasn't having it. He threatened to put what he'd deduced about me on the Bulletin Board. I've received assurances he won't spread what he knows about save to his companion.
[She bites her lip, but succumbs to the smells and makes her way over to the pot to see what he's got cooking so far.]
He said you challenged him.
[But from her tone of voice she doesn't sound certain of that; namely because she's more inclined to believe Monty's version of events than Sherlock's.]
I asked him to assist me in determining to murdered the Eighth Earl. I did not intend for him to challenge him in any other way. I mentioned my family was 'cursed' offhand, and he picked away at it until he'd laid bear what that curse might be.
[There are currently potatoes and celery simmering in the pot along with some spices.]
I'm not particularly worried at the moment, no. [Perhaps a little...] Zexion knew in Between and I trusted him far less. I intend to make some advances toward friendship with our good Mr. Holmes to see he's kept in hand. I've piqued his interest. I should like to keep it there. He seems a man who enjoys the game more than the answers he finds. As long as I entertain him, he shan't wish to lose me.
[He's also contemplating pressing toward a more carnal liaison with the other man, but he'll leave that out for now. It's more of a personal interest than something calculated. Sherlock does seem a challenge, and a delightfully interesting one, at that.]
[She both loves and hates how calculating he is. It's an undeniably attractive feature of his that he's so clever, at least in theory. That's the problem, though; who knows if this will all work out. He's still young and cocky.]
What about John? He isn't anything like Sherlock, he's a paranoid wreck with morals and a gun.
I cannot say I've spoken to him, but I gather that Mr. Holmes keeps him on a leash like one of his dogs. At least I've been assured by Mr. Holmes that all will not be lost for his knowing. You remember Detective Castellanos? He, too, was a paranoid wreck with morals and a gun. I won him over. I'm certain I can do so for Dr. Watson should it be needed.
Such men are moved by a tale of revenge for a Mother, particularly when the victims were wicked.
[He finishes chopping and sets the knife down so that he can turn around to face her, crossing his arms over his chest.]
There's little else to do. I'm not going to murder the men. Zephyr would see it in an instant and they'd be healed. I can only have faith in Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson's discretion and win them over by degrees. Unless you have some better suggestion?
Renart... I love you and appreciate that you would go to such lengths. But I will not have you turn yourself monstrous on my behalf again. It is not necessary for you to use your powers and I do not wish for you to. Please, trust me to handle this.
[He steps forward to place his hands on her shoulders.]
If I'm wrong... then we'll sort it from there, but not before.
[She wants to argue with him that it is necessary and this kind of tenuous balance isn't sustainable and it doesn't really matter if she's a monster so long as she can protect him -
But she doesn't. Trusting him is more important. What he wants is more important - with no immediate danger to face, anyway.
Renart looks reluctant as she nods.]
Alright.
[She sighs heavily, leaning against him.]
This place is a lot safer than Between. [For him especially.] I don't want anything compromising that.
I know. But you've seen what the people are like here, have you not? They would forgive a man who committed murder in their midst and quarrel over whether the victim deserved his fate. It's quite extraordinary.
If I was going to suggest that I'd offer Beowulf's sword. No, but maybe it's a good idea if I help you practice with yours, so you can defend yourself if you need to.
I could not lift Beowulf's sword, my dear. [He blows a puff of breath at one of her ears in a tease.] I have fallen out of practice, though. King Kai's drills were helping. I ought to pick those up again. You know how to properly train someone, though?
I feel as though that might be cheating. [He wrinkles his nose at her before stepping back so that he can continue with the cooking.] Will you treat me as a true student? Shall I be punished if I shirk? [There's a suggestive tone there.]
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[His voice is muffled as he calls to her. Dinner will be a stew, he's decided, something with the vegetables he's found growing wild around the Meadous. He's picked up a cookbook from the library and is determined to actually do something with it. There had been a man on the front cover, so that seemed suitable enough.]
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She pokes her head into the kitchen, sniffing the air before wandering in and trying not to make a beeline for the pot.]
How come you told Sherlock about your murders?
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I didn't tell him. He deduced them. I did try to put him off, but he wasn't having it. He threatened to put what he'd deduced about me on the Bulletin Board. I've received assurances he won't spread what he knows about save to his companion.
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He said you challenged him.
[But from her tone of voice she doesn't sound certain of that; namely because she's more inclined to believe Monty's version of events than Sherlock's.]
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[There are currently potatoes and celery simmering in the pot along with some spices.]
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Are you okay with that? Him and John knowing?
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It is not as I might have wished it, but it certainly could have been worse. He was... quite extraordinary when he was making his deductions.
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He's very good at it. You're not worried at all? What if it gets out?
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[He's also contemplating pressing toward a more carnal liaison with the other man, but he'll leave that out for now. It's more of a personal interest than something calculated. Sherlock does seem a challenge, and a delightfully interesting one, at that.]
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What about John? He isn't anything like Sherlock, he's a paranoid wreck with morals and a gun.
[For Monty, that's a dangerous combination.]
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Such men are moved by a tale of revenge for a Mother, particularly when the victims were wicked.
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You're being too cavalier about this. Reckless. You can't rely on what you think you can do. It's too risky.
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There's little else to do. I'm not going to murder the men. Zephyr would see it in an instant and they'd be healed. I can only have faith in Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson's discretion and win them over by degrees. Unless you have some better suggestion?
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[She hesitates to say it out loud, but she could just make all of this go away.]
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[He gives her a hard look.]
I would have my secrets revealed before you put yourself in danger here with that.
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Still....]
It might be worth trying if it'll keep you safe.
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[He steps forward to place his hands on her shoulders.]
If I'm wrong... then we'll sort it from there, but not before.
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But she doesn't. Trusting him is more important. What he wants is more important - with no immediate danger to face, anyway.
Renart looks reluctant as she nods.]
Alright.
[She sighs heavily, leaning against him.]
This place is a lot safer than Between. [For him especially.] I don't want anything compromising that.
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I know. But you've seen what the people are like here, have you not? They would forgive a man who committed murder in their midst and quarrel over whether the victim deserved his fate. It's quite extraordinary.
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Or that was pure luck. I wouldn't count on them being consistent.
But if it came down to it, I was thinking. You still have your sword here....
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You think threatening them at sword point would solve the problem?
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If I was going to suggest that I'd offer Beowulf's sword. No, but maybe it's a good idea if I help you practice with yours, so you can defend yourself if you need to.
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I know enough.
We could work up to Beowulf's sword. Maybe you could lift it if you believe hard enough.
I meant Ky, not Kai...
Ohhh yeah
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