Toshirou paused in the hallway and cocked his head to one side, he thought he'd just heard music coming from somewhere. He shook his head then started to walk again, pausing as the sound started once more. The young man turned trying to pinpoint exactly where it was coming from.
Following the sound, the helmsman thought how nice it was to have some music aboard the ship. Of course there were the radio stations, but there was nothing like live music, especially when whoever it was played extremely well.
Having found the source of the music, Toshirou paused in the open doorway, just listening. He didn't want to distrub the man.
Holmes was standing next to the window, face relaxed, gazing into the distance as his fingers danced over the strings with the familiarity of an old friend. He was completely absorbed; music was one thing that could hold his complete attention.
However, during a pause, he happened to glance over at the door, and saw the young man with the unusual hair standing there. Holmes finished the phrase with a flourish, then cocked an eyebrow at the newcomer.
"I hope my violin-playing did not disturb you, Mr. Hitsugaya," he commented, removing the instrument from under his chin. He held it with great care, like a treasure (which, as a Stradivarius, it was).
He had made a study of the crew members and their information, and he was fairly sure that Toshirou Hitsugaya stood before him. There were only so many people on the ship of that height and age with white hair, after all. "What brings you here?"
Toshirou was a little taken aback at the way the man addressed him. He was sure he'd never met this man before in his life, yet he tried not to let his surprise show on his face. "Not at all." He replied cooly. "I was just wondering where the music was coming from." The young man eyed the instrument. He'd never had the time to learn to play anything, learning how to survive in Kropmork was hard enough without throwing in music lessons.
He just stood there sizing the tall individual up wondering who he was.
"Just my amateur scrapings, I'm afraid," Holmes said cheerfully, placing the violin delicately in the open case on his bed. Sharp eyes observed Hitsugaya. "I'm rather fond of the violin. I find it helps one think."
"Ah, where are my manners? I am Sherlock Holmes, chemist and sometime consulting detective." He walked across the room (no great distance, considering its size) and extended a hand. "A pleasure to meet you."
Milo had been doing a bit of detective work on the other members of the crew, trying to find someone who might find some interest in his project. Someone who had a foot in history, science, or anthropology, and was just smart in general. This Holmes fellow seemed like just the sort.
You'd think Milo might have learned by now that hauling all of his maps, charts, and books with him everywhere tended to scare people. You'd think.
Shifting the rolls of paper and books in his arms Milo knocked on the door of Holmes' quarters (it was already open but Milo was polite) and peaked in just a bit.
"In a moment, my good sir!" Holmes was bent over a Tirrill burner, carefully removing a beaker from the flame with a pair of tongs. He carefully poured the hot amber liquid into a test tube, then set the still-hot beaker down on a heat-resistant plate. He then picked up a vial of dust and poured it into the waiting test tube, and gave a sigh when nothing happened. "Ah, well."
He turned to the newcomer. "Mr. Thatch, I presume? What brings you - and your library - to my quarters?"
Instantly thrilled that Holmes didn't turn him away like many before had, Milo's entire demeanor changed and brightened considerably. "Oh! Yes. It's very nice to meet you. Well, down to business. I had wondered if I could perhaps draw upon your vastly superior knowledge, experience, and study for a project I'm working on." Hey, flattery always helped, right?
Just then a couple rolled-up maps and charts dropped from the pile in his arms. "Uh... could I come in, please? All of this stuff is a bit heavy." He had been starting to sag a bit under the weight.
He gave a dismissive gesture. The flattery had no effect on Holmes. This was not due to a lack of pride - far from it! - but rather the knowledge that it was praise he had not earned. "That would entirely depend on the project. Depending on the subject, I may be poorly equipped to help you."
Holmes darted over to Milo with the grace of a cat and picked up the fallen charts. "Yes, by all means, come in! Set your things down on the bed over there, and then tell me what you're here for." He indicated the unused cot on the opposite wall from his own, an amused smile pulling at his lips. This path kept Milo safely away from the glass and chemicals on his desk below the window....
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Following the sound, the helmsman thought how nice it was to have some music aboard the ship. Of course there were the radio stations, but there was nothing like live music, especially when whoever it was played extremely well.
Having found the source of the music, Toshirou paused in the open doorway, just listening. He didn't want to distrub the man.
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However, during a pause, he happened to glance over at the door, and saw the young man with the unusual hair standing there. Holmes finished the phrase with a flourish, then cocked an eyebrow at the newcomer.
"I hope my violin-playing did not disturb you, Mr. Hitsugaya," he commented, removing the instrument from under his chin. He held it with great care, like a treasure (which, as a Stradivarius, it was).
He had made a study of the crew members and their information, and he was fairly sure that Toshirou Hitsugaya stood before him. There were only so many people on the ship of that height and age with white hair, after all. "What brings you here?"
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He just stood there sizing the tall individual up wondering who he was.
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"Ah, where are my manners? I am Sherlock Holmes, chemist and sometime consulting detective." He walked across the room (no great distance, considering its size) and extended a hand. "A pleasure to meet you."
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You'd think Milo might have learned by now that hauling all of his maps, charts, and books with him everywhere tended to scare people. You'd think.
Shifting the rolls of paper and books in his arms Milo knocked on the door of Holmes' quarters (it was already open but Milo was polite) and peaked in just a bit.
"Hello? Mr. Holmes? Am I in the right place?"
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He turned to the newcomer. "Mr. Thatch, I presume? What brings you - and your library - to my quarters?"
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Just then a couple rolled-up maps and charts dropped from the pile in his arms. "Uh... could I come in, please? All of this stuff is a bit heavy." He had been starting to sag a bit under the weight.
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Holmes darted over to Milo with the grace of a cat and picked up the fallen charts. "Yes, by all means, come in! Set your things down on the bed over there, and then tell me what you're here for." He indicated the unused cot on the opposite wall from his own, an amused smile pulling at his lips. This path kept Milo safely away from the glass and chemicals on his desk below the window....
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