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[He plays.

A month is far too long to go without music. Couldn't stand to go any longer; his violin is the only thing from the flat he'd bothered to retrieve. He could always use the distraction. The solace.

Sometimes, if he plays well and enough, everything goes quiet. For a moment, there's nothing but the violin and the sound and the backs of his eyelids. Sublimation of thought into music, anxiety into vibrato, frustration into full lows.

(What time is it? Can't tell. Neglected to buy a clock.

The line between late and early is too thin to matter.)

Every so often the music pauses, notes appearing on the page in sequence. He repeats bars from the beginning, dragging his thoughts in order, pressing and shaping them into something worth using.

Then, abruptly, it stops. The strings squeal from the twist of the bow being removed.

He scratches out everything from the beginning.]

No. No, no, no, that isn't right.

[He goes silent. A moment later, there's a rustle and the pen returns, scratching roughly underneath the string of notes.]

20 Aug., 2 m 4 d

[And the journal shuts.]

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[ Those Attending the Expedition to Lastlook ]

[It's hours later before he opens it again, purpose clear in mind. He writes.]

Hope it goes without saying that you keep the rest of us apprised.

Specifically, me. I've seen the summaries of previous expeditions made for the castle at large and the organisation is shoddy at best. If there was someone willing to provide more careful reports, it wouldn't go unappreciated.

SH

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[Filter finished, he hovers, thinking, and nervous energy is being released via rapping his pen on the page. Over and over and over.

Taptaptaptaptaptaptap.]

It's been very agreeable, the castle, these past few months. [For once, he doesn't sound like he's complaining. In fact, he sounds distracted, if the insistent tapping of his pen is anything to go by.] Thought more of you might be concerned.

So. Enjoying the reprieve while you have it, or has the pattern finally gotten old?

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Yeah, I know.

So what's your name? I don't wanna call you the bored guy forever.

Sherlock Holmes. If you have to call me anything.

Nice name. [Good thing she doesn't speak, she wouldn't be able to pronounce it...]

Always thought it suited me.

Are you going to return the favor, or am I the only one answering questions today?

I wasn't sure you wanted to know! But I'm-- [Hold on, hold on...] Wait, would trying to figure out my name help your boredom any?

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[A significant pause.]

Possibly. Is your name worth guessing?

I personally don't think so, but people either is surprised when they hear it or have never heard it before.

It has the potential to be recognizable, then.

[Names are tricky that way. If it's something innocuous, it's not really worth his time to try and deduce it.]

Yes. You think you can do it?

[He scoffs, disdainfully.]

Tell me about your parents. Ethnicities, socioeconomic statuses, important friends or relatives.

[Well, at least she got his mind a bit busy, and that makes her whole day better because it's what she was aiming for, even if it's for a bit.]

No parents. I'm from somewhere over Nippon. I think I don't have one of those socialthingies. As for my important friends, it's quite the list and it'd take a lot of time, but Issun and Waka are two of my closest friends. Would that work?

[Apparently, because he's latching onto one of those facts.]

No parents, what do you mean no parents? Explain.

That's a good question. Sadly I can't explain it really well, I was reborn not long ago and forgot a bunch of stuff.

Reborn. [He says it like he's testing the word out.] Is that common in your world?

Reincarnation is part of the karmic cycle, so I'm going to say yes, it is common.

So you have knowledge of the reincarnation, but not of your past life?

[Okay, here he's getting a little off-topic, but he can digress if he wants!!]