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Case 3

Who: Sherlock, open
Where: All over Campus
When: various points in January
What: test-running abilities and general

A. A Dog reflects the family

As been known, off and on, a black hound had been seen on campus since August - a few might have realized the beast was the same person as a certain Vampire named Arthur Bell - or Sherlock Holmes as the faculty now knows him as.

Curiously, the hound is now seen with a cute little bowtie around his neck, as he trots and bounds across the snow, behaving very much like an ordinary canine - even deigning himself to play if prompted, to better imitate convincing mannerisms.

B. Taking Flight

Ravens are not a rare sight, flitting from tree to eaves to windowsills, cackling, and cawing with nary a 'Nevermore' to be uttered. An observant eye may notice a Raven that seems a little too curious about the going on of things happening inside public rooms of the academy and that sometimes it stops to stretch it's wings a little too much, or excessively preening.

What a queer bird...

C. Wild Card
[Throw anything up or ping me at

RShini to brainstorm - he can usually be found in the library, the sauna in legionnaires, or in the labs]

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[While Sherlock is bouncing around in the snow, a large chunk of it moves to fall on him seemingly on it's own. The only possible culprit in sight would be the white wolf over there, who's looking very amused.]

[He gave a startled yip before half-hopping, half leaping away, shaking out the snow before raising his head, ears flickering and nostrils flaring before the scent - wolf, he's very familiar with that smell - hits him, along with something... else? Before cautiously approaching]

[Kokoro has been minding her own business in a classroom when she notices this bird through the window. She sets down her notes and watches him stretch and look around for a bit.]

I agree, bird, linear relations are dull. Why do we have to do all these graphs?

[The Raven cants its head, making a clicking sound with the beak, mimicking the motions of a bird that was surprised, but curious.

Math? And interesting, he can still make out what she's saying, though not quite as sharp as he would in his normal shape. Useful to know in the future.]

[She blinks and continues to watch.]

I'm afraid it's supposed to be bad luck to let a bird inside, and we've all had quite enough of that.

[He chuckles silently to himself, just continuing to do the head cocks - feigning less interest in what she's saying and more just the 'sounds' she makes.

Bad luck letting a bird inside? Well it'd be a bloody mess at the least with a normal bird.]

[Obviously, this completely normal bird doesn't actually care what Kokoro's saying, but hey, at least no one is around to make fun of her. Which isn't usually the case.]

Bad luck or an important message, anyway, and we get those all the time as well. And then some people said a bird getting in means somebody in here will die, though some of them say that's only if it's a white bird, and others only if it dies first. Which I suppose is morbid, but such is the fate of those who combat evil. Right?

*Maya is in a third floor music room. She likes this space because, being a floor up, means that most people on the ground are far enough away to make less noise for her. Sure she can hear them, but its a distance she can manage.*

*So why can she hear Mister Bell outside? At a fairly even level to the music room. If he doesn't fly away the moment she starts scanning the tree he can enjoy a face staring right at him?*

Voyeurism?

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[The bird hops back, starting when Maya approaches the window, green eyes blinking... wait, can Ravens even have green eyes?

At any rate, it ducks its head, as if understanding what she means]

Why are you spying on people as a crow?

*She knows he can understand her. She does not know how to tell two different species of bird apart. Not unless one of them is an owl.*

[Hmm... could he? He knew some crovids could mimic human speech, he clicks his beak a few times, seeming to be testing before:]

S̡͡o̷r̷r̴y̷͢

[Good lord, that sounded worse than he imagined!]

*Well, he didn't do it with magic, that was just... really horrifying and bad. It was actually worse than people who don't tune their instruments.*

No- no, don't do that.

[He nods, and he cocks his head, trying to gesture for Maya to step aside so he could fly in without winging her.

Better to talk inside.]

*Right, he can't transform in a tree. That'd lead to some complicated things. Maya will just open the window and give him some space to land and... whatever this will be.*

[Emille, as the new Head of Research, is still settling into her office found within the labs. She's moved a number of boxes into the room, and is currently unpacking a box of books onto some bookshelves.

She thinks that she faintly hears the door to the labs open, but it also could have been the handful of textbooks she just heaved onto the bookshelf. But no, she could swear that she feels a presence behind her? Or she's in bad form if she's getting paranoid this easily.

Regardless, she turns to look behind her, towards the labs proper, and doesn't see anything. Tilting her head, she calls out,]

Is anyone there? [Or am I just going crazy?]

[The man was quiet, and it was fairly late at night. He had come in to check on a little project of his involves the more mundane equipment - something Emille might have noticed that someone was doing a time-consuming project.

When he heard the voice, he straightens up from his position, turning to look]

Yes, this would be the head of the department speaking, I presume?

[Emille is slightly surprised when she sees a figure pop up in the labs in response to her question. It seems to be a man checking on something?

She exits her office and makes her way towards the stranger, curious as to who else would be in the labs this late at night. Looking up at him, the first thing that she notices is his air of mystique, the kind that tells her that perhaps she should stay out of his business. But if he will be using the labs, she at least needs to make his acquaintance.]

Yes, you are correct. I am the new Head of Research, [she bows quickly,] Emille of the Japanese Murakumo Organization. I take it that you are working on something here in the labs, Sir?

[Murakumo? He makes a note to check his archives. He turns around to get a full look at her, she did look quite young - but in a school like this appearances are incredibly deceiving and she does not carry herself like a child]

Yes, that is correct. It's a little personal project - you could say I'm discerning how an undeath state alters the DNA of those afflicted.

[It's honestly not the real reason, but it's a fascinating side-project he stumbled on]

I am a Graduate student and Teaching assistant during the evening hours.

[Someone interested in studying DNA, hmm? Oh, if only there were more true scientists around campus. ...Is that going too far?]

I am sure that is a very interesting project. I am looking forward to when I can finally return to studying daemon DNA myself. [She raises an eyebrow.] If you are interested, I could certainly use assistance in the labs once I have my own projects going. You would be compensated for your time.

[And then she hears that he's a grad student and a TA, as well as working on his own research...] Ah, but you likely have no time for an additional workload. Pity. The offer always stands, however, Sir...? [She realizes that he never did tell her his name, even though he told her his class status.]

Well, that and I do keep unusual hours. I am a vampire afterall.

[The man said it with a very casual air, though at the inquery to his man, he does pause for a moment before sighing]

Well, if you had arrived earlier I would give you the name I was using, but you would learn my real name soon enough from the rest of the Faculty:

My name is Sherlock Holmes, and it is my job to know what other people don't.

[Oh? Sherlock is the first vampire that Emille has met, but she doesn't feel terrified by him. No, she's more intrigued than anything. This mysterious man is now even more mysterious.]

A vampire, you say? You admit it with no hesitation. I appreciate that you are straight-forward, Sir Holmes. [But "straight-forward" rarely means "completely honest." She was sure that he, just like everyone else, was hiding something. Or many things. Especially if he is interested in the world of secret and hidden knowledge, as it seems.]

[Emille points behind her, towards the room she was in when he had arrived.] That room is my office. If you ever need assistance, do not hesitate to contact me. I take great joy in aiding others with their research, and late hours usually do not bother me.

...That is, if you would ever require assistance in the first place. I am sure that your job leaves you very capable.

Well, hiding such a status only sows distrust and is rather moot given one of the longest-serving faculty members is a vampire - just a very different sort.

And please, Mister - I am not knighted.

[He smiles faintly at that, closed-lipped that is no doubt a practiced manner to avoid showing what might be an obvious trait]

Ms. Emille, I appreciate the offer, and I may bend your ear when the need arises. I confess my knowledge lies more in the "hard" sciences of the mundane world, magical research is something I am still learning about.

That is certainly a fair reason, Mister Holmes. [Now she's going to have to look into who on the faculty is a vampire. Oh well, she'll meet them all soon enough.]

[A nod, and what could be considered a very slight smile.] Our proficiencies lie within the same realm, then. I confess that I know little about magic myself, and still have very much to learn. Thankfully, it seems that I am in the correct place to do so.

If you wish, please make use of any of the equipment in here as the need arises. [Emille's sure he's already been doing that, but as the new Head, she figures it's only proper to say it "officially."] Also, my offer for assistance always stands. If you ever find a bit of spare time and want to contribute to a project, please see me and I will be glad to let you jump in.

He's the master at picking out unusual wildlife, of course, and he's proud of it. It doesn't take long before the hawk-boy happens to land near the oddball--but not close enough to be threatening, he hopes. New arrival, new familiar, or magical accident?

< Hello? >

[The raven stops what it was doing, head cocking - there's an air of recognition in the green eyes, hopping closer with the inquisitive air of all crovids]

[Those un-corvid eyes are a little creepy. Uncanny valley, bird version. He stands his ground, not blinking. He learned a few things about speaking to hawks not long ago... but ravens are a different story. Magical voice it is.]

< Can you answer me? >

[The bird peers around, before nodding. Seeing currently nobody was close by - the crovid glides down to the ground, seeming to melt into shadow before shifting, into a tall and lanky human shape]

Yes - though I think I rather not try to speak with a raven's tongue, the sound was much more horrid than I had anticipated.

< Yeah, I can imagine. It's worse if I try to. >

[He's really having to crane his neck upwards--it's uncomfortable being loomed over to this degree. So he flutters to the nearest perch instead.]

< I thought you only became dogs. >

[Unfortunately, Moriarty isn't paying much attention to the bird - no, he's too busy working things out for when he'll have to have his surgery, his window open just a bit since his office gets too stuffy when it's closed.

...It is, however, just wide enough for a raven to get through, and his back is to the window...]

[What's this then? An open window? Don't mind if he comes in!

He pokes his head in as Moriarty continues to work, mainly out of curiosity - before squeezing inside, holding still as he cocks his head. Now if he stays quiet enough, he could do a bit of minor mischief.

While one would consider going easy on the man given all that happens, he knows better - it'd be insulting to treat his Nemesis with kid gloves.

A pen will do, shiny enough bits he'd dismiss it as just a bird being a bird, and will cause some minor inconviences]

[Well, there is a nice pen nearby - right next to him, softly gleaming from shiny bits in the light.

Though Moriarty is beginning to mutter under his breath.]

....have to make an announcement soon - don't know how long recovery will be...

[Well then - if the man is going to let himself get distracted by such thoughts, he'll have to jar his focus.

With a quiet hop, he spreads his wings, waiting for Moriarty to turn for just a moment before gliding over, snatching at the pen]

[Well, that certainly gets his attention - mostly in that in a quiet enclosed space, the flap of wings is rather loud.

He turns his head - and stares at the bird for a second, before-]

What in the-? How did you - is that my pen?!

[Time to try and grab a raven, then.]

[It is! The raven tries to hop over the grabbing hands. The man's face was suddenly far closer than he expected and he responds in a most bird-like way:]

CAW!

Gah!

[Getting yelled at by a bird was not on his list of to-do's today - and, honestly, he rears back, not wanting to get an eye pecked out.

Not that it wouldn't regrow, of course, but he didn't want Sherlock to send him yet another aggravated text about it.]

For the love of -!

[Quickly, he leans over and shuts the window - closing off the avenue of escape for the raven.]

You'll have to give it back eventually if you wish to be free from here!

[Well, that he didn't expect. He cocks his head, feigning ignorance, hopping on the desk, before fluttering over to the chair.

First, a few attempts towards the window before returning to the chair.

Now... to get out of the room without changing, optional goal: take the pen with him. Windows are out, so the door. The pen really was not that important, but a spiteful part of him wants to take it now, or is it a Raven's kleptomaniac tendencies coming through here?

Now the door... let's see if he can get Moriarty to open it - there is a gap between the bottom of the door and floor... if he.

Yes. There. With a toss of his head, he throws the pen so it'd roll across the floor before he takes flight around the man to distract him long enough to keep him from grabbing the pen before it rolls under the door and into the hall]

Vivi normally wouldn't have much of an idea about the link between the person he's become so attached to and the black dog that now roams campus, if he hadn't been there to witness such a thing in person. He behaves, as best he can, like Sherlock is just an ordinary dog, because Sherlock wants to keep it secret.

When he comes across Sherlock on campus, he laughs in clear happiness, admiring his new accessory.

"I like your tie! It looks nice! Did someone give it to you?" He remembers his manners and beckons to Sherlock, rather than just run up to him and hug his neck, but it takes some doing.

The ears straighten up, swiveling towards Vivi's directions, the whip-like tail swinging into a blur as he quickly trots over towards him, before sitting down - making the tail thump against snow, sending little white sprays.

He'll get a small, cat-like affectionate head bump - as frankly, licking would just be too weird given the situation. But he does nod slightly in response to the question before craning his head up as if showing it off.

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C! I saw something about the labs~ you can choose which physical form. hope this is okay!

human for the time

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It begins

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