Hi Barok… Aah How Exactly Did You Dad Die?!?

Dear Mr Stronghart,

I do not care much for my parents since I was abandoned to an orphanage at a young age, and I don't normally use that surname but it is the only one I know of, as for if Mr Van zieks know about me....I don't think he does...

Signed,

T.V.Z.

To T.V.Z.,

Ah, such a sad fate he has bestowed upon you. I apologize for his foul treatment of you in this way, and I am not surprised that a woman who had a child by this married man would not want such a source of shame hanging over her head. It is impressive that you have managed to hone such skills in knifework despite your poor upbringing. You are clearly stronger than I had expected.

Signed, Mael Stronghart.

*another letter was left in Strongharts cell along with a small carved unicorn*

Dear Mr. Stronghart,

I am glad that you like the carved bird so I left you another gift! As for your question though, yes I am Barok's half younger brother.

Sincerely,

T.V.Z

To T.V.Z.,

I am fascinated by everything you have provided me with. I am a fan of the mythical unicorn, one of the symbols of our empire. Elusive, powerful, untameable. Much like the late Lord van Zieks.

I refer, of course, not to Klimt, but of your presumed father. I understand he was perceived to be quite the tomcat by those in his social circles, but I find it hard to believe that he would be able to hide such horrific promiscuity, adultery, and stupidity from the public for so long. How could it be that we have taken so long to learn of your existence, young van Zieks? Does Barok know about you? Do you truly use the van Zieks last name? It is brazenly foolish of you, if you wish your family to remain within any sort of social standing.

Had I known then that it was so easy to blackmail a family like yours, I would have done it long before Humphrey died.

Signed, Mael Stronghart.

Sherlock or Mikotoba how did you meet???

Anon,

It is a story that I think of quite often. I had been staying with my friends in a hotel, but the two of them were looking for a flat, and I realized that I needed somewhere closer to my place of work. I brought this up to one of my coworkers--Dr. John Watson, to be exact--and he informed me that the brother of one of his friends was also looking for a flatmate in the precise area where I was looking.

When I arrived and we first interacted, he approached me with a list of things that would put off a roommate. His flaws, I believe he called them. He then asked me for a list of mine, which I gave him. It was an incredibly strange conversation. You may not believe, but he used to be quite a stoic man. He did not show many of his emotions, he was cold and calculated... so you would imagine my surprise when he told me to stand and walk to the middle of the pub where we had met.

He told me the steps to a dance. I thought doing it would make me look ridiculous, so he insisted on dancing first. I watched, I laughed, I joined in, and we looked ridiculous together.

People have said that Holmes is a man who does not understand social cues. Those people are wrong. He knew exactly what I needed at that moment, and I cannot thank him enough for such a warm welcome. We moved in that same day.

It was strange living with him, but I will treasure those years for the rest of my life. My apologies for going on and on, but it is a story that I hold near and dear to my heart.

Thank you for asking! Dr. Yuujin Mikotoba

To wagahai,

Meow

seriously anon

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special credit in this very special ask goes to my friend's beloved Countess Mavis "Bram Stroker's Dragula" of Pissington On Peepeesshire, ESQ

To Iris Wilson: You're so talented and I'm so impressed at all the things you can do at such a young age! How did you learn all of it?

Dearest Trace,

Aww, you are so very sweet! I know that most children my age haven't achieved such things as I have, and it is so nice of you to compliment me like that!

As for how I learned it...

My Papa, of course! He has so many books simply laying around, and when he leaves on a case I read them all. He tells me about his deductions too sometimes, and I think I've learned his system better than he has. And, of course, there's experimentation... Maybe I'll show you my journals someday!

Signed, Iris Wilson

Mod Post: Queue!

As of now, we have ten posts in the queue! It's very exciting, both the amount of asks and the amount of followers we've gotten. Keep the questions coming!

Also, not to ~ spoil ~ one of the upcoming answers, but I do need to give credit to this post somewhere, and I feel like this is the best opportunity.

Signed, Mod of the Baskervilles

Dear Uncle Naruhodo,

I’m accused of murder can you please come and defend me please. It has something to with my late judicial assistant Miss Victoria.

9, 1,13, 7,21,12,9,20,25

1,19,11,9,14,7, 25,15,21, 2,5,3,1,21,19,5,

8,5,1,20,8,5,18, 1,19,11, 13,5, 20,15 1,19,11, 25,15,21.

Henry



Dear Henry,

I... I do not know if I can comply with such a request. I understand the gravity of the situation, and it is something I never would want to find myself in, but the simple matter of fact is that I am in Japan and it will take me an immense amount of time to make it to Europe. My previous trip to London took me well over a month.

While I would love to help you with such a thing, I do not think I am the man for you. I am so, so sorry. Is there anyone else you could possibly ask?

Regretfully, Naruhodou Ryuunosuke

Iris,

Do you ever feel judged for your parentage?

Dear anon,

Your question tugs at my heartstrings. If you had asked me this a year ago, two years ago, I would have said yes, most certainly. I felt judged for not knowing who my parents are, despite the fact that many people around me are the same way. There are a large number of orphans on the street, children abandoned on church doorsteps, and other such things. I am but one of many.

But now, in this year, I have no such qualms. I know who my Papa is, and it's Holmesies. Whoever my other parents may be, they do not matter nearly as much as the father who took me in, who raised me, who loves me so. I love him too. Perhaps one day I may learn who birthed me, but for the time being, I have the greatest Papa in the world!

Love, Iris

Iris, do you ever plan to collect your stories in a more complete format than just the magazine versions? -💖

Dearest 💖,

I will admit, I've put quite a bit of thought into such a question. It would be quite a source of revenue for Papa and I, and I would love to make some new clothes for Ginebean and Kazumie... Though, I feel a bit of the reason for the success of the stories is due to their serialized nature.

Would it compromise the integrity of the story? The spacing? The mystery? Those are questions I have wrestled with. Papa likes to tell his stories all at once, which, while entertaining, does sometimes put me to sleep after the second or third hour. I cannot imagine how much worse it would be with this compounded through a full novel.

That being said, it is a great honour to have you interested in such a product from myself. I am proud of my stories, and I am proud to share them.

Love, Iris

Mr Drebber,

You? Being a college to my daughter? You must hold yourself in a too high regard to think you could be an intellectual equal to her. Ha! Do you think she'd be as foolish as to accept any drivel coming from a fraudster such as you? Do you think that *I* would allow you to go anywhere near her, you vile wrench, you abomination? Has it not been enough for you to ruin my life that you would seek to ruin my daughter's as well?

Besides... You, working for Scotland Yard? Do you think they would accept you, given your history? Was it not you yourself who said you had grown to despise this most upstanding institution? Or are you changing your tune now, as you have well done before, because it's convenient for you?

I will not accept this. I *will* make sure you stay away from my daughter, even if it means I'll have to drag you to the depths of hell with me!

Dr Sithe

To my until recently esteemed colleague,

I would like to thank you for putting such words into my mouth. I do not consider myself to be an intellectual equal to your daughter. If everyone in a workplace had to be as intelligent as one another, some morticians would have lost their jobs a tad sooner.

However, you do bring up a point that I had not properly considered. I was so enamored by the idea of progressing scientific knowledge that I forgot I would be autopsying for that horrifically corrupt organization. Though I hope it will be making changes to fix such things, I know too that I cannot depend on anyone or anything other than myself and the greed of humanity.

With all that said, there is one thing you've failed to consider: your daughter is intelligent and well capable of making her own decisions. Whether or not I become her colleague or friend is up to her, not you.

Best wishes, Enoch Drebber