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[bookofnope]

[Beckett can't help it; he grins a little, mirthless and predatory, before switching back to text to put the exchange on even ground again.]

Not convinced, I take it. Well. To be honest, considering your alleged reputation, I would have been disappointed to be taken at face value. But I am curious as to where you draw the line, Mr. Holmes: alternate realities and fictional counterparts yes, vampires no?

[howdull]

You believe you are a vampire, just as the other people here believe they know fictional versions of myself and John, or are from alternate realities. All of this is patently ridiculous, I have seven current theories on how this is all being achieved.

[So he draws the line well before vampires.]

[bookofnope]

I'd be very interested in hearing your preferred theory as to your own current presence here. The good one, please, not the ones where this is all in your head. Hallucinations are easy and easy is boring.

[howdull]

[At least he can agree with that, but he's still not giving his theory.]

Not until I have lowered the quantity to a maximum of three. It shouldn't be long, theories will begin to eliminate themselves once the evidence mounts.

[bookofnope]

You'd think so, wouldn't you? We've been finding the exact opposite for months now. But I suppose this is when I am told that none of us are Sherlock Holmes.

[He's just gonna. Yank a little. See what that gets him.]

[howdull]

[He smirks at his end of the tablet, shame that Beckett can't see it.]

Most people here will inevitably be idiots. There's no shame in that, most people walk around with their eyes closed to the details so clearly on display.

[bookofnope]

What charming misanthropy. I wish you the best of it, Mr. Holmes, though I do hope your mind is as flexible as it is keen. You know what they say about the bigger they get.

[He is not looking forward to seeing his literary hero be chewed up and spat out by Norfinbury. But he's willing to bet a respectable sum, or perhaps a warm coat, that that is exactly how this will go down.]

[howdull]

[Don't worry about him, Beckett, he's Sherlock goddamn Holmes.]

No, I don't. But I don't care, a trite saying has no bearing on the reality of life. If there is one thing you can trust in, it is my mind.