4: True sages are those who give what they have, without meanness and without secret.

[nos_servabit]

Who: Jacob and EVERYONE EVER.
Location: Anywhere and everywhere.
Time: Backdated to Christmas Day- all day, from morning to midnight
Style: I'll follow!
Status: OPEN LIKE YOUR PRESENTS ON CHRISTMAS

[The man going around the city isn't wearing a red suit or hat. He isn't fat, and there is no white beard on his face. His nose isn't as round as a cherry, and his cheeks aren't rosy. However, his blue eyes do twinkle as he goes around, carrying a large burlap sack...]

[And he seems to be giving everyone he meets a blue or white wooden amulet, carved in the shape of a scarab with holiday greetings etched on the bottom in Egyptian hieroglyphics. He doesn't seem to single out anyone for the gifts, either- the homeless man in the alley receives the same gift and warm words that is given to the rich woman dining outside a lavish restaurant.]

[Even though he may not look like it, Jacob seems to be taking on the job of being Santa Claus incredibly well.]

[And if you are one of the select few who Jacob knows very well, you're receiving a very unique scarab made especially for you.]

[Care to greet this man as he makes his rounds? Because you're getting a gift too, whether you like it or not.]

[ooc: Jacob is giving out scarabs to everyone! Check the list to see if your character is getting a unique one. Also, for all you new people who don't have CR with Jacob yet, please fill out Jacob's permission post before commenting. Thank you!]

Comments

[nos_servabit]

That's good. While television is good, I like to think the written word is much stronger in some cases.

[modernholmes]

Most of the time. [Some day someone would notice that while Conan often claimed that his knowledge was due to television he hardly ever watched any.]

[nos_servabit]

What sort of books do you like?

[modernholmes]

I like mysteries.

[nos_servabit]

Is that so? Who is your favorite author? Poe? Conan Doyle? Rex Stout?

[modernholmes]

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, of course.

[nos_servabit]

[He smiles.] Of course. Considering your name is Conan, after all...

Odd that you share the same name, isn't it?

[modernholmes]

My parents were fans.

[nos_servabit]

So it runs in the family? Your love of mysteries, I mean. How nice.

You're all by yourself, though, aren't you? Without your parents. But something tells me that you're a lot more mature than you let on...

[modernholmes]

Something like that.

I'm not by myself, though. Ran-neechan is here. And so is Uncle.

I am? I wonder why you would say something like that?

[nos_servabit]

Is that so? It must be nice having familiar people here with you Makes it much less lonely.

[A simple smile, though his gaze is not so simple as he turns them to stare at Conan.] ...Because you don't act like a child. That's why.

[modernholmes]

[And that jumpstarts Conan's paranoia.]

That's a strange thing to say, isn't it?

[nos_servabit]

It is. But I have heard of stranger things than a mature mind inside a young body.

[modernholmes]

I'm a child. There's nothing unusual about that.

[nos_servabit]

But even so, children do not act the way you do...

But it might be just a hunch.

[modernholmes]

Not all children act the same.

[nos_servabit]

Yes, but not one child acts like you do.

It's almost as if you're pretending to be somebody you're not...

[modernholmes]

Why would I want to do something like that?

[nos_servabit]

...

[He doesn't really answer the question, but just gives Conan a rather cryptic smile.]

We all have our secrets to hide. I understand.

[modernholmes]

[Is it time to panic yet?]

But I'm just a kid! I don't have any big secrets.