ataraxion | [voice] dated to late wednesday "evening" - eridan's guide to finding dead bodies

[this is surprise.]
Oh.

[this is distress.]
I - I... uh - fuck -

[this is panic.]
I need - fuckin' son of a bitch I need, um, someone here, right noww, the pool - [there's a little gasping breath, followed by a more sincere attempt at deep breathing. eridan doesn't even try to sound Okay at all.] Someone's in...

[and finally, the verbal shoulder-slump of defeat.]
Someone's drowwned in the pool.

[this is not what he wants to be doing right now at all, in the slightest, he was just supposed to look around real fast, just a quick look before he kept wandering, there wasn't supposed to be anything wrong.] I need John Wwatson. 001, uh, just the 001. An', uh. Shit. [there's the sound of frustrated typing for a minute, then,] 002-215. That one. I need both'a you to... Talk to me.

Someone else come help me. He's definitely...

[there's a long pause here, almost a minute, and then:] He's been here for a wwhile. There's nothin' else to do.

[002-215, Neal Caffrey and 001-197, John Watson are getting a notification every minute for this post until they respond.]

((OOC: way to brutalize the /small tag, whoops. anyway all responses voice, it is completely likely that anyone who knew Sherlock will get a pretty clear idea of who Eridan's referring to with such a dramatic call-out to Neal and Watson. uuuhh other than that yep that's it Sherlock's dead guys.))

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It is important! It's--

[Thats probably one of the few times Asato has raised his voice, especially when he hears who the victim was this time. But he stops, and then there's silence for a few seconds.]

Sherlock's really gone?

Yeah.

[Eridan doesn't even care. Let him raise his voice - everyone's gonna raise their voice about it eventually.]

Yeah. Fuckin' dowwn to the dregs wwith this 001 jump group noww.

I'm going to kill the one who did it.

[Very matter-of-fact. He struggles to keep the grief from showing in his voice.]

Don't fuckin' start that bullshark, wwe don't evven knoww anythin' yet. Calm your fuckin' ass dowwn an' don't rock the boat.

Sherlock wouldn't just die like that. Someone killed him, and I'm going to kill them.

[His voice escalates as he speaks. It may just be the frustration of the moment, but he's perfectly ready to go and tear someone's throat out for this. Swift, efficient justice. That's all it is.]

A'course he wwouldn't, but that's besides the fuckin' point. You're not gonna fuckin' do anythin' wwithout me givvin' you an okay, you fuckin' hear me?

[Which is his way of saying, please bring me along. Not that he's bloodthirsty over this - he just wants to see someone get what's actually coming to them for once. Some small, bitter silver lining.]

[There's a pause. He's actually considering that, because as soon as permissions from other people comes in--even just other people on the ship--Asato balks, wondering whether he should bend to that perceived authority.]

When will you give me an okay?

Wwhen I knoww more. Just - fuckin' don't go scramblin' around tryin' to start shit, wwe don't knoww anythin'. It'd be fuckin' pointless.

[He says it completely aware of the hypocrisy going on, but he's unable to stop himself.]

I understand.

[And he nods to himself, even though Eridan isn't able to see it.]

Is there some way I can help find out more?

Right noww, no. Nothin' to do but wwait until wwe knoww more.

[There's a soft sigh on his end. He doesn't like waiting.]

But I want to help look once you have clues about who did it. That's okay, right?

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