[ She nods as well, understanding. Although her prowess for observation lay in the intricacies emotions give, it's certainly a stance she can appreciate. How Romance of her. ]
I fear that this resonance it has is, unfortunately, nothing I can grasp more upon than what is at the surface. The combustion of an engine can seem as much magic to the threads as a stellaron harbored in a body. [ The hell is a stellaron? She quickly moves on: ]
Holmes, if I may ask. Have you taken the time to investigate the mirror which matches the one here? [ She gestures toward it as she steps closer to him. ] It does seem the piece of the puzzle that is not present.
It's all right, he can ask later. Her analogy is not completely lost on him, besides.]
I have not. [Raising his brows.] Though it has occurred to me to go looking, if I were in the company of someone who could locate such faraway items with more ease than I.
[ She only sort of knows what a stellaron is, anyway.
It's such a wonderfully (un?)subtle way to make the request that she can't help the smile that, miraculously, touches her eyes as she regards him. A small gesture of the hand suggests she already has a mind for where they need to look.
Luckily, the route to the basement isn't so far off – stage right and a single turn to the left will take them to the somewhat creepy, narrow stairs down to the basement. There's spiderwebs everywhere. Can we stop the fancy weirdo from playing with spiders?! Well, since someone has recently passed down these stairs, yes, for now. ]
You should be looking for a beige sheet down here. I can't be certain it's the mirror in question, but its shape and size seem reasonably close.
[The brightness that reaches his own eyes is luminous, likely heard in his tone if not reverberating in his very spirit. Holmes is—as she no doubt has recognized—the type to get very excited about a case making promising progress, and he knew for a fact that her presence here would not go amiss.
That energy still does not dissipate even as they descend down said creepy, narrow stairs to the basement. He's wandered into worse places by far.]
In which case... [He adds in response to her description.] These eyes will need a bit more light to see by.
[At the bottom of the stairs, he sees a light switch, flicking it on as the room floods with brightness. It is musty down here; not unused, of course, though there are parts of the basement clearly ignored over others. But in the far corner, perhaps there is a large item with a beige sheet draped over it.]
[ Aglaea offers a light cough as she fans dust away from her face before beelining toward their objective. ]
There are certainly a great deal of props here, [ she comments idly, her head turning as if to "look" at her surroundings. ] And it's all quite dusty. I suspect a rummage sale would do them more good than most of these items do currently.
[ As she narrows on their quarry, she moves promptly ahead of him. It is wedged deeply between two tall and wide stacks of boxes. An easy object to miss, and suspiciously hidden! As she speaks, she hesitates to reach between the cracks to draw it out. ] This, however, seems comparably less dusty than that which is around it. And I fear out of my reach. Holmes, your arms are somewhat longer than mine, would you mind?
[ As a seamstress, it is incredibly important to be strangely in-tune with the exact measurements of every person she meets. ]
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As you described it, yes, it is not unlike how the eyes might trick the mind. For those who do not know how to properly apply the art of observation.
[man who will gas u the art of obseration every time, all the time]
Any data you can glean for me will be helpful, all the same. We can worry about accuracy later.
[She will sense, perhaps, that one of those threads will wrap around the faint form of a mirror... in the basement?]
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I fear that this resonance it has is, unfortunately, nothing I can grasp more upon than what is at the surface. The combustion of an engine can seem as much magic to the threads as a stellaron harbored in a body. [ The hell is a stellaron? She quickly moves on: ]
Holmes, if I may ask. Have you taken the time to investigate the mirror which matches the one here? [ She gestures toward it as she steps closer to him. ] It does seem the piece of the puzzle that is not present.
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It's all right, he can ask later. Her analogy is not completely lost on him, besides.]
I have not. [Raising his brows.] Though it has occurred to me to go looking, if I were in the company of someone who could locate such faraway items with more ease than I.
[Eh? Ehhh?]
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It's such a wonderfully (un?)subtle way to make the request that she can't help the smile that, miraculously, touches her eyes as she regards him. A small gesture of the hand suggests she already has a mind for where they need to look.
Luckily, the route to the basement isn't so far off – stage right and a single turn to the left will take them to the somewhat creepy, narrow stairs down to the basement. There's spiderwebs everywhere. Can we stop the fancy weirdo from playing with spiders?! Well, since someone has recently passed down these stairs, yes, for now. ]
You should be looking for a beige sheet down here. I can't be certain it's the mirror in question, but its shape and size seem reasonably close.
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[The brightness that reaches his own eyes is luminous, likely heard in his tone if not reverberating in his very spirit. Holmes is—as she no doubt has recognized—the type to get very excited about a case making promising progress, and he knew for a fact that her presence here would not go amiss.
That energy still does not dissipate even as they descend down said creepy, narrow stairs to the basement. He's wandered into worse places by far.]
In which case... [He adds in response to her description.] These eyes will need a bit more light to see by.
[At the bottom of the stairs, he sees a light switch, flicking it on as the room floods with brightness. It is musty down here; not unused, of course, though there are parts of the basement clearly ignored over others. But in the far corner, perhaps there is a large item with a beige sheet draped over it.]
This way, my dear.
[To the mirror(?)!]
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There are certainly a great deal of props here, [ she comments idly, her head turning as if to "look" at her surroundings. ] And it's all quite dusty. I suspect a rummage sale would do them more good than most of these items do currently.
[ As she narrows on their quarry, she moves promptly ahead of him. It is wedged deeply between two tall and wide stacks of boxes. An easy object to miss, and suspiciously hidden! As she speaks, she hesitates to reach between the cracks to draw it out. ] This, however, seems comparably less dusty than that which is around it. And I fear out of my reach. Holmes, your arms are somewhat longer than mine, would you mind?
[ As a seamstress, it is incredibly important to be strangely in-tune with the exact measurements of every person she meets. ]