Delivery, delivery

[yes_mother_hen]

Who: Sherlock Holmes (Victorian) yes_mother_hen , aaaaand...YOU!
What: Holmes is going door-to-door asking you if you want to take care of this harpy baby instead of him. He is the worst surrogate mother ever.
When: Whenever today!
Where: On the Thor, of course!
Warnings: Holmes being a douche as usual, and if he likes you enough he'll probably intrude upon your

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Is now a good time? :D?

[moderndayprince]

The sound coming from the other side of the door was absolutely terrifying. It sounded something similar to a child being strangled and wailing it's death throes. Akira wasn't sure what was going to happen when she opened the door, but one thing was sure she was definitely finding out. If anything someone could be in trouble.

She opened the door cautiously at first, making sure that the person on the other side was not clad with a bloodied trench coat or had the grim disposition of a Hitchcock villain. For the moment, she said nothing and simply allowed the person on the other side to begin the conversation.

The best time! \o/ I'M SO SORRY I'M TERRIBLE AT PINGING YOU ;;

[yes_mother_hen]

And the man on the other side greeted her with one of his trademark wry smiles, holding out the wriggling harpy as if it were a gift.

"Good day."

A tip of the head, and he thrust the harpy forward a little more insistently.

"May I ask if this fellow appeals to any-- any-- of your maternal instincts?"

S'OK!

[moderndayprince]

The bloodied trench coat test passed, but the grim disposition didn't. Akira decided to be cautious for now. "What is it?"

Her attention then moved up to the man carrying it, tilting her head slightly. "And who are you?"

[yes_mother_hen]

Holmes supposed that he could make more of an effort. Setting his countenance to something more recognizable as 'charming Victorian gentleman' (a man of many disguises, this one), he pulled the harpy back again, trying not to frown as it started to claw at his favorite vest.

"Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, unfortunately not a harpy enthusiast."

[be_my_servant]

There are somethings in life that, no matter how old a person grows to be, can never, ever be foreseen.

Such as having a human musician (what was his name?) that Remilia had met a grand total of twice or so standing-unannounced-at her door step with a screaming harpy chick.

This anomaly was met with a highly unamused look, flatter than paper.

[yes_mother_hen]

The unamusement is met with a flippant, almost irritatingly dry smile, and Holmes glances down at the vampire, recognizing her and attributing a name to the small figure almost instantly.

"Ah, Miss Scarlet. I seem to recall that you've some supernatural qualities of your own."

And he brandishes the harpy baby as if to say HERE, TAKE THIS.

"I'm sure a harpy would be well within your field of expertise?"

[be_my_servant]

The urge to shut the door in his face right then and there was terribly strong.

But no, that would be impolite.

No move is made towards the harpy. In fact, no move was made at all aside from a slight narrowing of a glare. "Mister Holmes," came the driest response, "I only have to wonder how dense you would be to assume a vampire knows anything about a screaming, glorified vulture."

[yes_mother_hen]

"I'm afraid supernatural relations is a topic that's never appealed to me."

The tone was fantastically dry, but he persisted, nudging the flapping creature a little bit further towards Remilia. The harpy, on the other hand, took a look at the vampire and started screaming a little louder, much to Holmes' chagrin.

"...See, it. Likes you."

[lotusrebel]

As her door was knocked upon, Lien of course opened it with much speed only to be met with an amusing sight. She blinked once or twice. Once at the baby harpy. Again at Holmes. Well, it must be one of THOSE days. Lien was more than well aware that this wasn't any paternalistic event.

"I didn't know you had a maternal instinct!"

[yes_mother_hen]

While Holmes had been knocking door at random for the duration of the day, he'd known that this one would be opened by someone more familiar to him. Glancing at Lien, he held up the wailing harpy by the scruff of its neck, unceremoniously presenting her with the creature should she want to take it.

"I'm afraid that I don't fit the role of 'mother hen' as well as Watson does."

The harpy was starting to struggle, and Holmes admonished it with a light shake and a roll of his eyes.

"I seem to recall that you've an affinity for animals. Here, add it to your collection, will you?"

[lotusrebel]

Lien puffed up her cheeks as if thinking about the offer.

"One moment."

Oddly enough, instead of coming up with a retort as usual, Lien left for a minute or two to rummage around in her bedroom. She came back with a portable camera in her hand and a mischievous smile on her face.

[yes_mother_hen]

That was met with a blank look on Holmes's part, and instinctively he raised the creature in his arms up to his face, shielding himself as if avoiding a photo. He'd done this many, many times back in his world, despite his constant allusions towards 'not having his picture in the paper'.

"Spare me."

Haven't done any CR in forever

[pishirogane]

She comes to the door and pauses. Yes, that's a small black fox on her shoulder; yes, there are two harpies fussing in the background; and yes, that is a third harpy who's decided her hair is a nest. This job has her feeling very drained.

And now, you're offering her another one to look after? Why Holmes? Whyyy?

\o/ come to me, CR!

[yes_mother_hen]

Holmes glances between her, the fox, the harpies, and quickly manages to put two and two (and two) together. It doesn't really take much of his deductive capabilities to do so.

"Ah."

That's all he can say, really, and his grim smile turns a bit more sympathetic.

"You too."

XD

[pishirogane]

"I'm afraid so... The guide seems to be working against us."

She stares at his harpy, but then the fox hurriedly hops off and scampers over to the other harpies that are now screeching loudly.

"... They haven't been getting along recently."

[yes_mother_hen]

"I wasn't aware that they were capable of being friendly."

He says so in exasperation, as his own charge starts to bite at his sleeves, tearing off a piece of the fabric. This is approximately the fourth garment that it's ruined in its short stay at Holmes' room.

"Hopefully they won't tear each other's throats out. Or, well. Maybe I shouldn't say that."

[ocean_lightning]

Fortunately, this time around, the door has time only for an elated "Goodness, we meet again! Oh, dear, it's been so long since--" before the door is opened and cut off once again.

Ukitake might have almost been struck by the deja vu as soon as he registers who's actually standing on the other side - except that the baby harpy succeeds in breaking any similarities to Holmes's last visit entirely.

...No, really, what is that even--

He blinks, bemused expression travelling slowly from the squirming alien infant to the man holding it.

"...Oh, Sherlock-san. ...Hello..."

[yes_mother_hen]

It really seems as if Holmes has the penchant for showing up at Ukitake's door with the...strangest agendas, and this time is really no exception. Though this time he's technically not supposed to be delivering anything, he might as well be, as he brandishes the wriggling creature Ukitake's way, as if to usher the other party to take it.

"Good day."

The harpy is visibly uncomfortable by the way Holmes is thrusting it forward.

"Would you like to hone your maternal instincts, perhaps?"

[ocean_lightning]

"Maternal...instincts?"

Ukitake leans back juuust a bit as Holmes thrusts the harpy his way, eyebrows soaring upwards.

"I...no, I think I'll be pretty fine without, actually." Suffice to say, the look he gives the man directly afterwards is several shades of bemused - and, as his eyes travel down to the harpy again for the third time, the next question is inevitable enough: "...What's this...?"

[yes_mother_hen]

And the answer comes swiftly, as if it's quite obvious what it should be (not that Holmes...knew what this things was, either, when he'd first received it).

"A harpy."

He follows up that answer with another insistent proffering of the creature, letting the harpy take a good long look at Ukitake. It's almost ironic how unamused the harpy looks-- it's mirroring Holmes' expression, really.

"Quite agreeable little things, wouldn't you say?"