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[And, quite suddenly...

You're holding your journal. If you already were holding it, congratulations. If you weren't... you are now! Somebody wants your attention.

And get this: it's empty.

The old one's kicking around somewhere, but for now, look at what Paradisa gave you!]

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[Because he wants to know if he's attracted ANOTHER creeper jeez. And ugh, not this again]

Yes, I have.

How long? Five years?

Five years and one month.

Interesting! Seems I was wrong, then.

Wrong about what?

Assumed you would have something intelligent to contribute re: the journals based on your extensive experience with the castle.

Clearly mistaken. Apologies.

[okay maybe a little trolling still.]

[His pride wants to correct him, or punch him in the face]

[However this is an old saying: don't feed someone that could possibly be an evil loli who will stab you because she finds you fascinating.]

Yes, well you found me out. I'm stupid and dull. Next time you need brain stimulation, you'd probably get more out of wishing for a child's riddle book, really.

[Ah, but therein lies the catch: based on what he's experienced with Allen, he's expecting someone who would want to prove him wrong, who would spill more when adequately provoked. The lack of response is just piquing his curiosity more -- need more data.]

Probably.

But this is much more fun.

[DRAT. He meanwhile is deciding to try to figure out what is going on with the journal, so there is the sound of someone getting up from a chair and a few footsteps- his voice sounds a bit further from the journal]

Really, I'm sure you'd have more fun doing something else.

[He can wait! Sure as shit not going to talk, anyway.]

At the moment? Doesn't seem likely.

[he's ignoring you now, digging around for his tomes of information about the place when he makes a surprised sound]

Eh?

How did this...

[He approaches back over to the journal, glancing at these words]

Well if you're bored, please do me a favour and on the next new page- I don't know- draw something.

[There's a pause, and for a second it might seem like he's going to ignore the request entirely....

... but then on the next page, in sure-handed, clean lines, have the chemical structure of nicotine.]

[He's meanwhile watching on the other end, with the new journal and the old journal set out in front of him with the newest page open. When he sees the old journal not receive the image, he makes a very happy noise- five year mystery just got a very big crack in it] Ah- Brilliant!

Thank you, SH!

[lolz, SH. He should introduce himself to people like this more often, way less trouble than a fake identity. Or, you know, his actual name.]

Feel like sharing with the class?

[There's a long pause as he's writing something down, excited. Finally, he'll pay attention to Sherlock]

What? Oh.

[He almost wants to say something extremely snarky, but eh he's not that mean spirited]

The journal wasn't wiped.

[Oh, Allen. He thrives on silly people like you who are way nicer to him than they should be.]

No? What's your explanation?

It was replaced.

Though I'm sure if you spent less time bothering me, you would've found yours by now.

[Well, he figured that much out on his own. Nice to have confirmation, though; his is being particularly difficult to find.]

Got the same result, didn't I?

Edited 2012-01-11 05:55 (UTC)

[..Have a groan]

Enlightening as always, Mr Walker.

Any other thoughts?

You want me to tell you more?

Assuming you have other thoughts, yes.

Like I said: bored.

[He sighs and there's a pause as he debates saying anything]

Without getting into too much exposition...it's as if the magic of the old journals ran out. So maybe it's another indication that the castle truly isn't as all powerful as people believe. There's a limit.

Interesting theory. Any evidence besides the journals?

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