catch-all; talking like a damn fool

[retroductions]

Who ⬤ Herlock Sholmes and various!
What ⬤ A catch-all for various and sundry things.
When ⬤ Throughout August and maybe some of September.
Where ⬤ All around; locations noted in threads.
Content Warnings ⬤ None! Will be added if needed

((ooc; closed starters and such below! feel free to reach out to aurajen if you would like to plot or thread anything out! ))

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for mikotoba; just tanabata things.

[retroductions]

[There is one thing Herlock Sholmes must admit about this so-called hell, something that never fails to impress him, but rather continues to impress him by increasing degrees the longer during his stay here: Jigoku knows how to throw a proper celebration.

Yet in the end, he is here not for social stimulation, but to unearth the sort of rumors that only come flying off of loosened lips after a night of too much imbibing. But what he has managed to wrench free has been middling at best, even from any passing Enma feeling particularly talkative — Iron Bear.]

Honestly, Mikotoba—!

[The detective exclaims over all the light and noise, pushing a wayward drink across in the man’s direction across the counter where they’ve seated themselves.]

Tell me you’ve stumbled across something more to latch onto than a name no one wants to say above a whisper.

[With some mild disdain, born of a detective’s innate dislike for dead ends.]

[softshoes]

[Fortunately for them both, Mikotoba's had a bit more luck. It's honestly a little unfair, he thinks-- for all his skill at mingling with the upper classes, the sway of the Sutoku clan is often what's most effective. But more information is more information, however it is gotten.

Tuning out the noise of the party as best as he can, Mikotoba slides into his own seat beside Sholmes. There's a wry expression on his face as he leans nearer to him and replies in a low voice:]

Not much more. I did hear a bit of chatter about Kaberou's ongoing issues with this individual. [He glances around, ensuring that there aren't any eavesdroppers, before continuing.] Kaberou had cut off Iron Bear's cash flow, thereby restricting the funds on their raids.

But, [Mikotoba concludes, sighing,] that is all. These people are frightfully tight-lipped, for how much this liquor costs. [Which is a good time for him to sample what Sholmes has slid his way. He picks the cocktail glass up by the stem, swirls the liquid in it like he's considering it, and takes a sip... only to make a face. Much as Mikotoba tries to contain the expression, Sholmes is beside him: there's no use trying to hide.]

Why on Earth is this so... sweet? [Expensive isn't always better, it seems. He shakes his head and passes the drink back. Maybe Sholmes'll like it better.]

[retroductions]

[Where Mikotoba tries to ply his tone in hushed whispers, Sholmes exhales loudly, palms flat on the counter and leaning back as he cranes his head to glance exasperatedly up at the ceiling.]

Blast... To think that this outing might have been little more than a waste of time, barring the enjoyment garnered from present company.

[The compliment latched onto the end feels throwaway, given Sholmes middling frustrations. This should come as no surprise, as Mikotoba is well aware of the moods and frustrations he can so easily slip into, when a "case" comes up dry, leads to nothing, or they find themselves at an impasse.

He straightens, and having caught his friend's expression, obviously this very bright and colorful drink does not pair well with his palate.]

Tastes have changed over the years. [A useless conjecture, given that they are in a futuristic version of hell that might not be indicative of their future at all. But Sholmes continues.] The sweet tooth reigns among men, it would seem.

[Sholmes takes the glass by the stem and knocks back a swig. He does not mind it; but his sweet tooth is something of an outlier compared to most.]

Come now, it's not that bad. Try it again. [Offers it back!]