vatheon | 002 - he's just really good at hobos

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002 - he's just really good at hobos

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

_{[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]}

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[Conan was bored. Incredibly bored. It had been months since he'd seen any interesting cases and he'd already read his way through all the mystery novels available at the library.

And so he had come out to the plaza and claimed a bench to watch the people walking by. If nothing else perhaps he could entertain himself by deducing facts about all these strangers.

As the scruffy looking stranger approaches Conan looks down at him with bright curiosity.]

Do you need a doctor?

[Bugs was bored. Very, very, very bored. A bored bunny is not a good thing.

So currently, he has decided to explore the area. Of course he wasn't going to walk, so he is cruising around on a bicycle.

That no one can see. He rings a bell.]

Daisy, daisy gimme yer answer, doooo~~

[He spots the gentleman and comes to a stop. He steps down to the ground and tilts his head.]

Need a towel, mac?

[Hello, Sherlock. There's a very ordinary-looking man with bright blue eyes handing you a towel. He smiles warmly, his expression almost looking fatherly in nature even though he doesn't look old at all.]

Here. Dry yourself. You'll catch cold if you keep being wet like that.

'Eh?

_{[the hobo turns his head, eying the boy over his shoulder; he shambles over, grunting old whiskey breath as he limps along.]}

Whassat, then, boy?

_{[enjoy that scruffy lower London accent! complete with a few slurs here and there and a raspy throat.]}

Whas'make you be thinkin' I be needin' me some cutjockey, then?

_{[what even the fuck did that doctor give him

that is a goddamn rabbit that is a goddamn rabbit and it's talking to him

he can't do anything but grunt in confusion, staring at the rabbit, trying to keep himself from dropping character.]}

..whas'sat then?

Aawright then.

_{[he takes it, bowing his head repeatedly, looking as cowed and grateful as he can, all the while mumbling under his breath in his growly lower-society accent.]}

Thankee, guv'nr, thankee f'r y'kindness, very kind'a'ya, very kind.

_{[he starts to towel himself off sloppily, still mumbling, toweling at his clothes, more grime coming off of him than water (and yet not much of it comes off, somehow; he doesn't seem to be any cleaner when he tries to hand it back).]}

Hmmm.

[He just blinks and nods when the towel is handed back, folding it carefully as he speaks.]

You're in Vatheon. It's a city underneath the ocean. We can't leave, but everything is mostly free, as well as the housing. The people here are very interesting.

[And then he turns back to Sherlock with a curious glint in his eye.]

As are you.

[.....Minato will just wander over and offer a towel.

And a sandwich.]

Ah...are you new here?

[Older dirty looking man, hobbling around, soaking wet in the plaza. Well looks like some new poor soul had been dragged to this place and he didn't look like he was all that well off. Hero senses tingling. The Lombax walked over to the man and waved.]

Hello. You alright, sir?

Ain't nuffin' t'see 'ere, ain't nuffin' but ol' Shamble 'ere.

_{[he shakes his head, nodding and fiddling with his clothing; he surreptitiously studies the man before him, mentally collecting data.]}

_{[he snatches the towel before the sandwich, scrubbing at his face. he only mimes doing it terribly hard, not interested in losing his makeshift plaster and makeup. mumbling his thanks and gratitude, he starts stuffing it into some pocket in his coat, bowing his head three or four times at Minato.]}

Many thanks, many thanks. Sweet boy, big 'eart, ye've got, big 'eart indeed, takin' on ol' Timmyboy's worries, providin' him creech'r comf'rts as ye've done..

_{[he takes the sandwich and starts sniffing it without hesitation, licking the top of it with a quick glance up at Minato.]}

Jeeess fine, j'ssfine, boy.

_{[he doesn't look over at Rachet, muttering under his breath, picking at something on the fountain.]}

Ain't nuffin' t'worry for, nuffin' but ol' Patchy 'ere, lookin' at the pretty water 'ere..

[...er right yes.]

Well...we're all in the same situation, so I'm happy to help if I can.

My name is Minato, by the way. Welcome to Vatheon.

Shamble? Something tells me you're not so much of a shamble as you seem.

[Sherlock's mental sweep would gather much information. Jacob's clothes are very plain- he doesn't seem to care too much about outward appearance, so the idea of him being vain is rather far off. His hands are callused and there are a few old traces of nicks- he is a sewer, more specifically, a sewer who works on a larger scale. He has plenty of rough stubble, and and his fingernails are slightly dirty with traces of lamp oil- he's a man who does things on his own, relying on old-fashioned ways. He doesn't need the latest inventions. Everything he can do with his own hands, he does.]

[Overall, he seems like the type of person who blends in with the crowd and is rather easy to forget- but the thing that stands out are his bright blue eyes. Because, you see, they're the eyes of an old man, of a person who has seen far more than his young appearance would suggest.]

'ello, 'ello.

_{[time to subtly work his way into getting himself some info.]}

Ain't no city I ever been 'earin' 'bout noplace. Real pretty sky'n'all. Luffly.

_{[interesting. seems life down in this odd bubble isn't too different from life anywhere else. there's a wealth of information at his fingertips; he simply needs to look. excellent.

he sniffs, rubbing a sleeve over his face, clearing his throat.]}

They calls'm Shamble 'cause he's always shamblin' down th'street, guv'n'r.

_{[he subtly avoids direct eye contact: it keeps an assumption that he's not all there, and that keeps most people from looking too terribly hard. his hands seemingly subconsciously start pawing at his coat, rubbing them slowly down, as if he's preoccupied with the act.]}

Ain't no other way t'be walkin' around.

[The boy gives him an unimpressed look.]

Your movements. You have been injured. Recently. Additionally you are nor nearly as drunk as you wish me to believe.

[But Jacob is not most people, and he just keeps staring, smiling ever so slightly at him as he seemingly does his own mental sweep.]

I see. Do you need a place to stay, Shamble? It wouldn't do you any good to stay out here in the condition you are in.

[Bugs tilts his head at the grunt.]

I tink you're kinda water logged, doc.

[He pulls a towel out and after looking Holmes over just kind of tosses it at him.]

_{[he cocks his head. unless he's losing his touch, this kid is more observant than most. he snorts.]}

Not yet. 'Tis early for ol' Scratchface t'be ruinin' 'imself yet.

I should hope so. Not even Uncle begins drinking this early in the day.

[He slides off the bench and tilts his head up in consideration.]

At least dry yourself off. Making yourself ill on top of your injuries would be simply foolish.

[Ratchet's just going to stare and blink for a moment before walking over closer to the man.]

You sure, old man? You kind of just landed in an underwater city, you know.

No, no no no no, guv'n'r, ain't right f'r a man t'be encroachin' on a man's home, just showin' up as 'e is.

_{[he clears his throat and quietly starts to shamble away, mumbling to himself.]}

_{[Holmes stares down at him, raising an eyebrow.]}

Don't y'worry, m'child, don't y'worry a moment. Takes more'n that t'push'im to the ground.

_{[a quick gruff throat-clearing.]}

What else's the little child see?

_{[he catches it deftly, automatically, and then remembers to drop it, and stares at it, and then stares at Bugs.]}

I ain't so sure I be knowin' any overgrown rabbits.

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002 - he's just really good at hobos

So Sherlock always wanted to be a role model. Right?

hi ^-^

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XDDDD maybe if Conan can put up with his... particular oddities.

BUGS BUNNYYYYYYYYY

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XD, Conan already admires everything about the book Sherlock

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>D where is your logic, Holmes?!

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XDDD