Ruler PC Catchall

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tuesday morning, week 2

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[Ann's knocking on his door. She's going to check and see how he's doing after everything.]

Ruler?

Re: tuesday morning, week 2

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[A voice calls out from behind the door]

Come in!

[Once Ann enters, she would find Ruler holding a 1'x1' wooden box in his hands, he looks right up when he senses her presence]

Is there something you want to talk about?

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[she could be suspicious of the box... but also, she's just generally not a suspicious person.]

Wanted to make sure you were okay. Ever since, well... Since Saturday, you'd seemed to take everything really hard. It wasn't like you.

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[He actually smiles at that thought a bit thinly at her concern, strange as it may seem, as he sets the box on the desk, pushing himself off the bed]

I suppose that wasn't well-hidden. I suppose it's vanity, but usually when I make a mistake, it's minor, a small detail. Nobody got hurt... save for the one incident long ago.

I do not like seeing the truth fall away, and I especially do not care to see an innocent suffer and die because I could not find that truth.

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Yeah but...

[she takes a seat.]

It shouldn't be all on you, either. All of us failed. We did such a bad job with the investigation, and she... she really didn't want us to find the truth...

friday evening, week 3

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[she's had time to get herself together and-- of course she's immediately going to Sherlock.]

Ruler? Ruler, I need your help.

[she sounds urgent-- almost desperate.]

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[Ruler quickly finishes buttoning his shirt, and opens the door, his usually slicked back hair is loose and ruffled from the towel drying he was in the middle of]

Ann, what is it? Come in...

[He stands to the side, almost ushering her in, brows creasing]

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[she steps inside, and then turns to him.]

I need your help making a calling card for Nirrti.

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A calling...?

[He cuts himself off]

Are you certain?

[The man quietly asked, closing the door so no one can overhear them, this is a conversation best down privately]

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I've never been more certain in my life.

I don't care what happens, I have to. The only thing I'm missing is the wording-- I never wrote them. But I want her to hesitate, if even for one second, at the fear that I'll steal her heart.

POST TRIAL

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[a light knock on ruler's door.

And ann just calls out,]

Sherlock?

[it feels... impersonal to call him Ruler now.]

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[There's shuffling, and quietly Sherlock heads to the door, his face being a rather lovely shade of pink that he's hes trying to rein in, but while he is looking worn, he wasn't as bad as he was after the trial]

I'm all right, how are you holding up?

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Thank god. I'm so glad you're alright.

[she rubs her face.]

I'm tired. I'm so, so, so tired but I don't want to give her the satisfaction.

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I'm probably going to need to take it easy for the weekend.

[He leans on the door way, rubbing his cheek]

I think we're all exhausted, but even if the card didn't have it's intended effect, it was still revealing.

Monday night/tuesday morning, week 4

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[have another knock because. uhhhh.

she doesn't know what to do.]

Sherlock, Iiiiiii need help?

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[He didn't even call out, or asked - he immediately opens the door and ushers her inside, closing the door behind them]

What's wrong?

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I stole Kimihiro-kun's heart.

[immediately once the door is shut.

though yes, she is. much closer than she normally would be, sorry. loneliness is hard.]

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What.

[His brows shot up, the unspoken 'how' was on his lips, before he pulls it back, that will likely be explained]

Tell me everything.

[He urges]

Week 6 - Post-Trial

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[After getting himself oriented of being alive, he went to find Ann, the poor girl probably suffered the most in terms of emotional upheaval and he was worried about her. She had been playing strong for so long - but there is a limit for everyone]

Ann...?

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[She hasn't been avoiding anyone per se, she just needed a minute by herself.

by a minute, though, that really meant an hour. It's obvious she's in her room, by the music she's listening to.

She's reading something, but as soon as she sees Sherlock, she quickly shoves it under a pillow.]

H-Hey!

[and she slams pause on her music.]

Welcome back.

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[He had a few guesses of what she might have shoved under the pillow, but if she pushed it under - then she's not likely ready or willing to talk about it right now]

Thank you, I'm still trying to process everything that happened today. I hope didn't startle you.

post... quarantine?

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[after her connecting with Akira... it's time to send a message to one of the few people who didn't make her feel alone. so, a quick follow up text,]

They're not still keeping you in quarantine, are they? I miss you.

Re: post... quarantine?

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Ah! Ann, are you out? They just released me, I'm in the process of getting my cane and a few other things back.

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So you're still collecting your belongings? Okay. I'll be right over. I just needed to speak with Akira. My Akira.

[she really, really needed to emphasize that, lest he think she's forgiven their mutual acquaintance. but then she's on her away.]

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Yes, they wouldn't even let me have a cigarette the entire time - I'll be waiting.

[While he could have called it to his side, he might as well just play along while they're on 'probation']