To Klimt, Did You Have Any Hobbies? Something Relaxing To Help Take The Edge Off Of Your More Strenuous

kazuma-sama you are so right i apologize profusely for my slight

Ribbonroad,

I accept your apology. It has honestly been a bit of a relief that people now have started to treat me with more respect... aside from my closest friends, of course. I have gone through my fair share of slights, including as of recently.

Would you believe that van Zieks had the nerve to invite me to supper at his home and he dared to serve me grouse? His pet scientist insisted that not only did he know that I hated chicken, but also that grouse tasted nothing like it. But I am no fool! I know he did this to me on purpose to make me sit through an unbearable dinner where I would not be able to sample the first course.

Anyhow. Thank you,

Asougi Kazuma

"I have made my own sacrifice because of my family trying to protect their blood in much the same way"

If I may ask you to elaborate on that headcanon?..

An excerpt from the diary of Enoch Drebber:

May, 1879, somewhere in the Atlantic--

I find that my arm has started to give off a foul smell. It would appear that my injuries had not healed enough when I found my way onto this boat, and now infection has sunk in. I fear I may lose more than a few fingers this time, though had I waited another few days, I doubt I would have ever made it out of Utah again.

The only reason I made it out of there without my father was, I believe, was that wronged man, Jefferson. Had he not shown up in Cincinnati as he had, my father would have had me in chains. And then in a cart, and then in a ring, and stuck on a farm. I still can hardly believe I made it out of there with my life.

I am surrounded by animals and their dung, which is not the place to nurse a wound, but it was all I could afford. If someone happens to check down here, I would not be surprised if I am thrown seaward, doomed to freeze or drown. That is, if I can survive the loss of my hand, my eye, the lack of food or warm, and the horrific thoughts within my own head.

I have lost track of the days, I know not if I sleep through them, I hope only that I can find my way to London, and to school within it.

Fearfully, E

Hey, Hosonaga. Have you ever considered getting that cough checked out?

Dear Uniquartz,

What do you mean? I am perfectly, fine, it hardly bothers--

Ahem. Excuse me. I have not visited a doctor, though when Dr. Watson was dining with us, I did happen to cough while around him. He stated that it was something that would most certainly kill me. But, he is not a doctor for the living! He was a doctor for the dead.

Though, now that I think of it, perhaps he's seen some people who have died to my condition.... I really should go see someone about this...

Signed, Detective Satoru Hosonaga

To anyone,

Ladybug

Attack

Snake

Tent

Number

October

Test

Mate

Eat

Bee

End

Colorful

Army

Rose

Even

Fake

Uncle

Late

Key

Ask

Request

Mine

Attorney

Henry Kilnt Van zikes

Aha!

My dear fellow, it seems you have sent me an amateur puzzle. Fortunately for you, I am an amateur puzzle master, and therefore puzzed over this for about a minute.

It is clear that the first letter of every word is what is important, though I also wanted to see if there were any sort of deeper meaning to the words themselves. While there is not much in the beginning, there were a few words that caught my attention, those being 'key ask request mine attorney'.

As this is coming from an attorney, I am gathering that you are in some sort of deep trouble. Last not me, be careful, Karma. Or, perhaps, Last not me, be careful karma. Or, last, not me, be careful, karma. Or, last, not, m-you get my point.

What I gather, no matter what, is that we all must be quite careful.

Yours, Sherlock Holmes

To Enoch

What is the best Creature?

To anon.

I actually did quite a bit of work under a veterinarian when I was still living with my parents. I wanted to apprentice under him but my parents did not want this, so it was a bit of a secret apprenticeship. It was quite a bit of fun, and absolutely fascinating, but those years are long past.

Tat being said, my favorite animal is the humble pig. They are ferocious creatures with a strong personality and a penchant for eating anything. Quite literally anything, aside from metal. And that is certainly not for lack of trying, I simply believe they cannot process such a food. In fact, I know of only one animal brave enough to eat metal, that being the goat, though that is neither here nor there.

Pigs are intelligent creatures and I admire their tenacity. When I was younger, I would pretend an old ear of corn or an undesirable wooden crate was an effigy of whatever had been frustrating me lately. I learned later that there is a similar process in the South called voodoo. Fascinating stuff.

I hope this satisfies you. Enoch Drebber

Can ghosts of dead characters interact with the living characters? 👻

Hello!

I think that ghost characters can interact with the living characters. I cannot say that the stuff within those conversations will remain canon, if that makes sense? For example, if Klimt tells Barok some information he didn't know before, he probably wouldn't be able to recall it, but I think if they've talked before he would be able to remember it again.

Maybe he'd remember it like a dream, or something? It's tough, because this is technically happening through letters, but I would like to see some interactions like that happen. The one thing is, if someone sends an ask from a character but it feels too out of character, I may not answer it.

I hope that makes sense! Signed, Mod of the Baskervilles

To Dr. Harebrayne,

Your transportation device thingy is impressive and all, but the real important question is:

can it run DOOM?

To zhorrot,

I don't know what you mean by this question, but I have been informed that Barok feels an immense sense of doom whenever he hears loud noises as I reconstruct my machine!

Despite the fact that I have quite expert help in the form of Enoch, Sherlock, and Iris, no science is without its own flaws, and bumps, scrapes, and minor blowings-up are rather common.

Thank you for your question! Albert Harebrayne

Lord van Zieks, do you do ballet?

-⚙️

To ⚙️,

I am rather surprised that you were able to pick up on such a trait of mine. It does depend upon how you define 'doing' ballet. My father would never let a son of his take any sort of lessons in something like ballet. It was below us, something a man should not be able to do.

However, every now and then, I would walk in on my brother dancing. His poses were graceful and difficult, showing off the power in his legs. He told me that it was ballet, though he never did tell me how he learned it.

It was something we bonded over. He showed me how to warm up for such dances, do careful stretches, how to perform leaps and lifts and other such things.

I do have an idea how he learned, but... that's long passed. Perhaps I can hire a private tutor for these lessons. I think it would be quite fun.

Lord Barok van Zieks

Mod Post: Thank You!

Thank everyone for all the asks they've sent in so far! I've gotten at least 6 asks tonight alone, and am working on posting answers for them. I'm having so much fun you would not believe working on this.

To the anon who sent the super long ask, I love it so much and I can't thank you enough for sending it. The answer will be out in a few days, as I have posts queued to be 3 a day for now so as to not run out of material. I may make it be more if I end up getting more asks.

Thank you all! I love you guys!

Signed, Mod of the Baskervilles

Prosecutor Asogi, how have you been holding up since Van Zieks' trial? And if it's not too personal, how much of your memories have you recovered?

Anon.

The trial was not easy. I doubt you would be surprised by such a thing, but it turned the beliefs of my life upside-down. I had to spend weeks questioning things I had believed for years. I needed to be alone during that time.

Lestrade, on the other hand, needed to be in good company. She convinced me to visit the Holmes household more often than I would have liked, and, I must admit, it was more fun than I had expected it to be. I know Mikotoba-sama often spoke highly of the fun he had in London, and I can understand why. There is never a dull day on Baker Street. Somehow, some weeks ago, that heinous detective managed to convince me to move in. I... have enjoyed my stay.

It is difficult to remember what you... cannot remember. How am I to recall what memories I've lost if I have lost them? I believe I remember most of everything, but even before my injuries I had trouble with my memories. I lost focus during conversations and seemed to wake up minutes later, or would feel as though I were a bystander to a conversation I was participating in.

I think... I hope. That I have recalled everything important. I remember flashes of my childhood and my father, but not much. I remember growing up in the Mikotoba house, I remember meeting my good friend Naruhodou, but... there is much that I cannot recall. It is impossible to tell what of that is from my fateful trip on that boat and what is natural loss over time.

Signed, Asogi Kazuma