002 - he's just really good at hobos

[perhapsyouveheardofme]

who: Sherlock Holmes and YOU
when: round noonish!
location: the plaza
summary: Sherlock Holmes needs information! help a brother out?
style: I do action usually but I'll switch for you
status: open as hell come at me bros

<sub>[today, Mr. Holmes, bandaged and stitched as he is, has deigned it necessary to make his way out on the town - but in disguise. anyone currently tooling about the plaza might notice a scruffy looking man, bent over slightly, with a greasy coat that's been torn at the bottom, unlaced boots, unkempt pants and a greasy hat that's been jammed on his head. everything about him is soaking wet, because Holmes knows the basic fact that everyone shows up so, and he's hobbling around the plaza trying to figure out what else is up.

feel free to come pester him! :3]</sub>

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[hecklinghare]

[A very special rabbit~]

Ya broke character, doc.

[Okay, this guy did a nearly full one eighty. Bugs' hand comes up to his chin and he only blinks a little in mild confusion. He let's his eyes half lid and he smirks.]

You mean you've never seen a talkin' rabbit before? For shame, doc. I-...

[Leaning away from damp, strange man now.]

My ears? Uh...sure? I bet you say that to all the rabbits.

[perhapsyouveheardofme]

_{[he wipes one of his hands on his coat, to clean it up a bit out of respect, and then leans forward, reaching out. he's gentle, rubbing a thumb against the fur, and after a moment he lets go, leaning back again.]}

I say.. You're an actual, living, breathing rabbit.

_{[he stares at Bugs for a moment, a perplexed look on his face, and then suddenly it changes again; he goes completely emotionless, business-like, and holds out a hand for Bugs to shake.]}

My deepest apologies, Mr. Rabbit. I did not mean to invalidate your existence such as I have. I am still adjusting to the delicacies of this place; I was not sure what to expect, and even so my expectations would never have included something as whimsical as the idea of talking animals. Curious; one would think the afterlife to hold all manners of whimsicality. I should not have been surprised.

[hecklinghare]

[Bugs' ear twitches a bit when he lets go but he's surprised that the guy kept his word. Yanking still hurts, toon physics or not. He crosses his arms and gives Holmes a look.]

I hate ta break it to ya kid, but uh...we ain't dead.

[He knows for fact. Trust him on this.]

And even so, I don't tink dis is my idea of the after life.

[perhapsyouveheardofme]

You may not be, but I am more than certain.

_{[he smiles slightly.]}

If it matters, I had no idea nor expectation for the after-life; I cannot say I would prefer to be entirely non-existent, but it's a lucky thing the religious entities where I've come from were wrong in the most sensational of fashions.

In any case, whatever this curious plane of existence happens to be for others, it almost certainly is my now ceased-to-be-proverbial "last stop".

[hecklinghare]

Alright kid, I'll bite. Why do ya think you've kicked da bucket?

Ah...really can't get inta that kinda talk. My producers wouldn't like it~