( voice test ; canon: elementary )

[cogitates]

It's perfectly reasonable to remain silent while you-- [Handwave.] Dilly about on this pointless escapade.

Regardless of the the fact I'm in your head, you could not possibly think you know enough of anything-- let alone me -- to continue this in any accurate form.

In lieu of not adhering to my request, you are met with a resounding silence.

[A pause. Because this is quite the opposite. He exhales, giving an annoyed look.]

Obviously that does not include-- [Another gesture to encompass this place.]

This.

Comments

[espigeonage]

[A three-foot-tall talking pigeon with vanity eyeglasses seems amused. Probably in general rather than by this.]

Alas, I think silence even here doesn't quite have the effect. Though I've really only seen it from people who don't speak much anyway.

[cogitates]

[If you're trying to challenge him, well good job. He just raises his brows high.

Nope. Not talking to pigeons.]

[espigeonage]

[That's okay, Yuuya can talk for two. While circling him. His head doesn't bob as much walking as in normal pigeons, but it does move.]

Description does just as well, you know! I think the only thing that might work is a total lack of response to everything. Even thoughts. And there would be stranger things here than me, my friend, even if they don't always deign to show themselves, hard not to react. Not that I'd know!

...Even the joke entries starring inanimate objects don't quite pull it off, the mundane fills those with their own thoughts. Maybe the ones where it's all new comments and no responses? Aah, but that seems like cheating. Responses with only an image and the same one each time, perhaps! You might try that!

[cogitates]

[If you still think he's listening to you, he's not. He's on his phone. Google is an amazing time waster.]

[espigeonage]

[Uh huh. Since his mun doesn't seem bored yet, after a moment Yuuya starts preening his feathers. Birds have that ability to vocalize clearly with their beaks full, so this doesn't stop him.]

Ignoring me isn't bad either! More difficult faced with some, but I don't lay wing on people without a better reason than that. Maybe it'll work! If you end up somewhere anyway hopefully that will be remembered, but somehow...

[Whups, there's a beep from his phone, an iPod clone made for birds. Yuuya answers it with "Salut!" and chatters into it in Japanese about maid cafes.]

[gregson]

Is your main objection that they're not up to your standards, and not, I don't know, an existential one?

omg a gregson!

[cogitates]

How many people do you think I think are up to my standards? [Come now.]

hello c:

[gregson]

That's more of a problem than all this?

[cogitates]

Well she isn't on my level. [And he's actually five years old.]

oh. OH. please come see us!

[herrin]

And do you honestly think that your silence will accomplish anything? Naive, isn't it?

[ how amusing. ]

What is it exactly that you're being silent about, then?

I put a reserve in since I already play there. but ugh apps and needing to marathon

[cogitates]

You clearly are not aware of my methods. [Whoever you are.]

whoooo are youuu? you can do it!

[herrin]

Perhaps not. But I do love a good riddle, if you're planning to make me guess.

[ gasp! who is she? only the best and most important person in the world. ]

mun of lydia/jo/ezri. /falls over

[cogitates]

[You mean second to him.]

Why would I make you guess? [Although it's a pity your deducing skills are lacking.]

Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective for the NYPD.

[designates]

To some, silence is a sign of respect. [ playing with his glasses, folding them and unfolding them, doing all he can to avoid the gaze of the other man. ] To others; compliance.

I believe the phrase is "speak now, or forever hold your peace." [ smiling down at his glasses, though he's anything but amused. ] Though I don't think where you're... we're going will be very peaceful.

[cogitates]

[Oh, oh, oh. His interest is piqued. He rocks on the heel of his feet and crosses his arms. What brand of neuroses are you?]

It's less to do with respect and more the level of incompetence actually.

[designates]

[ the kind that doesn't take kindly to being picked apart. he's decided to attempt looking at the other man, but has so far only brought his gaze up to look at Sherlock's shoes. ]

You have a very low opinion of them. Or an unusually high one of yourself.

[cogitates]

[Which is all the more interesting. Sherlock crosses his arms and smiles back.]

I know my own intelligence. And I know hers. It's a fact, not opinion.

[wealldosillythings]

Good luck! Uh, with...whatever you and your mun are doing.

[cogitates]

I don't need luck.

[wealldosillythings]

Oh. I-I didn't mean anything by it, I was just...trying to be nice.

...Sorry.

[cogitates]

Is that something you care about? Being nice.

You haven't though, offended me. Luck has no scientific base. I deal in facts and things that are quantifiable. Luck simply has nothing to do with it.

[usually_subtext]

A resounding silence. Oh how I have so often wished for one of those...

[Not really. He misses his Sherlock ridiculously.]

[cogitates]

I do not. It only works in this case, but I would find myself bored out in the real world. [A bored Sherlock is a dangerous thing.]

[avoirfaim]

Would you say there is quite a lot going on in your own head, Mr. Holmes? Or is your aversion more akin to claustrophobia?

[cogitates]

Of course there is a lot going on in my head. You can't shut it off. [Most of the time he doesn't want it to, though he's precisely aware of why he did heroin.]

And claustrophobia is the exact opposite of my apartment. So wrong on that account, too. Doctor.

[Time to prove he's smart. More to himself. That nagging feeling that he has to be smarter rising.]