Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Sept 2, 2016 11:48:18 GMT -5
[[omg i'm so scared about uni XD like so scareddddd Glad to hear!! Your school started earlier than mine omg XD are you having fun yet?]] “The thing is, I really doubt he uses his computer that often.” Evangeline stated, but she did click into the email tab all the same. Inbox… Sent… And… She eyed the menu quickly and scrolled along, but as she clicked into each individual one, she noticed something quite strange. Wait a second…“He’s definitely been deleting things.” She leaned back, showing Sherlock the sent email screen. A business man like him wouldn’t have spent the last two months of his life not emailing anyone, the records date back all the way to June! It was hard to imagine what he had really been up to. “He’s got a time gap of some sorts in his inbox as well.” If I can just hack into his records… She thought, turning up another window on the second display. Perhaps she could access his deletion records by hacking into the email website alone, but the dates were quite far away and she was really concerned that they might not be able to find anything. “Let’s see if I can find what he’s been deleting.”Looking at Sherlock, Evangeline said. “But I don’t know, judging by what Moriarty likes to do, perhaps he’d find the mail more convenient? Maybe we should check the mail as well." [[ aw no! i'm sure you'll be okay friend. and no, no i am not. waking up at five is not lit. ]] "He wouldn't use anything paper, but I can go and check," Sherlock said simply, turning his head to look back out the office door, and then heading out of it. Standing on the landing, he glanced around before heading down the stairs. Mail, mail... he headed into the kitchen, glancing around, eyes lading on some letters scattered on one of the white marble islands. He headed over, fingers skimming through the letters. Bills, bills, dinner invitation... nothing here. Where else? He glanced around, catching sight of what appeared to be the corner of an envelope sticking out of a drawer. He darted over to that, opening it to find a pretty full recycling bin. He sighed, lifting it out with one hand, fingers under the rim of the can, heading back through the kitchen, down the hall, through the lobby, up the stairs, and into the office. "I'm going to have to look through this," he said flatly, "have you found anything yet?" [[aww why thank you XD Ack you have to wake up that early? D: When do your classes start even? D: ]] As Sherlock went and did what he had to do, Evangeline successfully (thank goodness) hacked into the records of the businessman’s email. It took quite a lot of tries actually, obviously the guy had to make sure his account is still somewhat secure. But after around… 3 tries? she made it in. Inbox, Spam… She scrolled through all the codings, eyeing every detail carefully, making sure she didn’t miss anything. Here. Sent.“Have you found anything yet?” It was then that Sherlock’s flat remark made way into her ear. “Yup, quite interesting indeed.” She replied, moving the mouse swiftly, highlighting a trail of deletion records. They were all dated quite recently and were all addressed to one anonymous sender. On top of that, it seems they all had a blank subject line as well. Could it really be? Evangeline couldn’t help but feel a bit suspicious, it was the first person they decided to investigate and now they’ve found him? Well, they could be just lucky, but maybe she was just used to having the last person investigated always being the mastermind.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 15:33:05 GMT -5
[[ Aegis☆. thanks! ^^ ]] Clint watched Natasha leave the room as he made his way out of the bar in a normal manner; saluting her before easing himself into one of the couches. Absentmindedly removing the decorative pillow from behind his back, the archer kept his eyes at the floor before he looked back up. Yes, he'd have to talk; he hated awkward moments. "So..." He trailed off, shrugging at the word. "I'd ask the mundane conversation starters, but that isn't any less awkward." Oh gosh, he must sound like an idiot. "Yeah, uh, it wouldn't," Bucky said simply, chuckling and taking another sip of his pop before asking, "so, what's your favorite color?" He smiled softly, turning his gaze from Clint to stare at the very large TV in front of him. He'd grown up without them, and now they were huge. It wasn't like he didn't know about them though. He probably knew a lot more than most people, just to keep up appearances.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 15:39:41 GMT -5
[[ aw no! i'm sure you'll be okay friend. and no, no i am not. waking up at five is not lit. ]] "He wouldn't use anything paper, but I can go and check," Sherlock said simply, turning his head to look back out the office door, and then heading out of it. Standing on the landing, he glanced around before heading down the stairs. Mail, mail... he headed into the kitchen, glancing around, eyes lading on some letters scattered on one of the white marble islands. He headed over, fingers skimming through the letters. Bills, bills, dinner invitation... nothing here. Where else? He glanced around, catching sight of what appeared to be the corner of an envelope sticking out of a drawer. He darted over to that, opening it to find a pretty full recycling bin. He sighed, lifting it out with one hand, fingers under the rim of the can, heading back through the kitchen, down the hall, through the lobby, up the stairs, and into the office. "I'm going to have to look through this," he said flatly, "have you found anything yet?" [[aww why thank you XD Ack you have to wake up that early? D: When do your classes start even? D: ]] As Sherlock went and did what he had to do, Evangeline successfully (thank goodness) hacked into the records of the businessman’s email. It took quite a lot of tries actually, obviously the guy had to make sure his account is still somewhat secure. But after around… 3 tries? she made it in. Inbox, Spam… She scrolled through all the codings, eyeing every detail carefully, making sure she didn’t miss anything. Here. Sent.“Have you found anything yet?” It was then that Sherlock’s flat remark made way into her ear. “Yup, quite interesting indeed.” She replied, moving the mouse swiftly, highlighting a trail of deletion records. They were all dated quite recently and were all addressed to one anonymous sender. On top of that, it seems they all had a blank subject line as well. Could it really be? Evangeline couldn’t help but feel a bit suspicious, it was the first person they decided to investigate and now they’ve found him? Well, they could be just lucky, but maybe she was just used to having the last person investigated always being the mastermind. [[ 8:15, but i get the bus at 6:30. ]] "Weird, that he'd be the suspect on the first try," Sherlock said casually, rooting through the can as he spoke, "can you access them to read the text?" Bills, magazines, more bills, some invitations... he picked one up, turning it over with a small frown and moving it open with his thumb. It was a plain white envelope, and he frowned as he opened it. Nothing. He stuck it in his pocket, rooting through it some more, and finding yet another few of these same envelopes. What the hell? "There are some unmarked letters in here..." he drawled, glancing up at her.
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Post by SCP-049 on Sept 3, 2016 2:49:11 GMT -5
Clint didn't know wether to laugh or face palm, but his eyes gave away the emotion of humor. "Well." He started. "Apparently it's something girly like glittery pink, but I prefer purple myself. You?" Allowing a small chuckle to lace the sentence, his eyes travelled to the TV. Frankly, the archer never spent much time watching TV unless he was amongst the others, but he felt the need to add. "Want to see what's on? Hopefully it isn't just subscribed to the news channels this time..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 8:30:20 GMT -5
"Uh, maroon," Bucky said, leaning forward and grabbing the remote at Clint's prompting. He stared at it for a moment, and then pressed ON, the TV flickering to life. It was on the news, of course, so he began to flip through. "What do you watch?" he asked, raising one eyebrow as he glanced over at Clint. He didn't watch anything, cause he'd never had a TV.
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Post by SCP-049 on Sept 3, 2016 11:48:11 GMT -5
"Different, but cool." The second adjective felt foreign on his lips, but he didn't show it. Sometimes, Clint wondered if he should continue his attempts to stay with the times. Instead of dwelling on that question, however, the lights from the TV made him adjust his lazy lounging and look at the screen. "Well, whatever is on usually, sometimes those reality shows were people do obstacle courses." He paused, Thor did like watching people hurt themselves funnily. "Over 900 channels to choose from, and I'd rather be with my bow."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 12:19:45 GMT -5
"I don't watch much TV, if you can believe it," Bucky joked as he began to scroll through the channels. Kim Kardashian (yes, he knew who she was), some superhero movie, a crappy science fiction thriller... finally he settled on something that looked like one of the shows Clint was describing. People were running through obstacles as crowds looked on, cheering and yelling. "I can do that," Bucky scoffed as the one man slid down a pole, clinging to some bars, "I should join up, make some money."
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Post by SCP-049 on Sept 3, 2016 14:04:51 GMT -5
Ah, the beautiful sounds of idiots attempting to look cool; also known as reality competition TV shows. "Well, it's funnier when people fail at it; so perhaps they would never allow good people to attempt it." Clint commented with a chuckle, just as one of the competitors smacked into the watery ditch below. While he did feel sorry for the poor saps, it technically was their fault for signing up in the first place. "That would be a hilarious team-building exercise; remind me to suggest it to the rest."
[[The thought of Bucky doing Ninja Warrior or Wipeout xD Oh gosh ]]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 14:07:19 GMT -5
[[ painfully. how are you? ]]
"Don't know," Sherlock replied, stopping his letter opening to check his phone, "well, apparently he's on his way. Do you want a laptop?" He didn't know why she hadn't brought it. From what he'd seen so far, it would be like detaching a limb from her body, for her to not have her laptop. It was funny, or it would've been if he hadn't been the same way. He didn't even wait for her answer, actually. He simply texted John a, "Stop by Evangeline's and grab one of her laptops? -SH." There was no immediate answer like Sherlock would've liked, so he put his phone back into his pocket and began to root through the mail again. "Those were the only letters, four of them, to be exact."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 14:11:42 GMT -5
Ah, the beautiful sounds of idiots attempting to look cool; also known as reality competition TV shows. "Well, it's funnier when people fail at it; so perhaps they would never allow good people to attempt it." Clint commented with a chuckle, just as one of the competitors smacked into the watery ditch below. While he did feel sorry for the poor saps, it technically was their fault for signing up in the first place. "That would be a hilarious team-building exercise; remind me to suggest it to the rest." [[The thought of Bucky doing Ninja Warrior or Wipeout xD Oh gosh ]] "I don't think I'd be included," Bucky mumbled under his breath, as he took a sip of Pepsi. If the team ever got together, when they found Steve and the rest of them, and agreed to stop fighting, Bucky knew it would be best to keep the hell out of it. He could tell that Clint was uncomfortable just sitting with him. He was a loosecannon. He knew it, and so did everyone else.
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Sept 3, 2016 19:21:56 GMT -5
[[ painfully. how are you? ]] "Don't know," Sherlock replied, stopping his letter opening to check his phone, "well, apparently he's on his way. Do you want a laptop?" He didn't know why she hadn't brought it. From what he'd seen so far, it would be like detaching a limb from her body, for her to not have her laptop. It was funny, or it would've been if he hadn't been the same way. He didn't even wait for her answer, actually. He simply texted John a, " Stop by Evangeline's and grab one of her laptops? -SH." There was no immediate answer like Sherlock would've liked, so he put his phone back into his pocket and began to root through the mail again. "Those were the only letters, four of them, to be exact." ((I'm fine thanks XD just been waiting for uni to start and blowing my time off on hanging out with friends and playing Overwatch lol but also preparing supplies and books for university as well~)) Evangeline was going to answer "yes" when Sherlock asked her the obvious question, but she caught herself as she thought the answer would be pointless. Sherlock probably already knew why she was asking in the first place anyways. Until the laptop get here I can't do much on the PC. She silently thought to herself. Might as well go help Sherlock then. She stood up from where she sat and knelt down next to him so she could also take a look at the letters. "You think it could be one of those invisible ink tricks?" Evangeline spoke out the thoughts from the top of her head. Funnily enough, that was the first thought that came to mind. "It's strange though, if it's something secretive, I would have shredded the letter." She continued. And that gave her an idea. "Where's the shredder?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 19:42:16 GMT -5
[[ i love school supply shopping oh my lord ]]
Sherlock looked up and around the room. Computer, printer, router, bookcases... shredder. He pointed to the table across the room, setting down the bin of letters and magazines and walking over. It was a little thing, well, expensive looking, but little. "Hmm," he said, reaching down and popping the lip off, peering into the ground up paper in the bottom, "well, he's been shredding something. How do you propose that we find out what it was?" It wasn't as though they could piece the letter together in enough time to stop Moriarty from killing more people. It would take hours, and furthermore, was too tedious for him. There had to be another way to figure it out. But, he'd wait to see what Evangeline was going to say. She was proving to be useful enough to him... well, yeah, no, she was useful. He didn't think he could say otherwise. He could say that he was still not enjoying her company though. That was a fact.
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Sept 3, 2016 19:57:38 GMT -5
[[ i love school supply shopping oh my lord ]] Sherlock looked up and around the room. Computer, printer, router, bookcases... shredder. He pointed to the table across the room, setting down the bin of letters and magazines and walking over. It was a little thing, well, expensive looking, but little. "Hmm," he said, reaching down and popping the lip off, peering into the ground up paper in the bottom, "well, he's been shredding something. How do you propose that we find out what it was?" It wasn't as though they could piece the letter together in enough time to stop Moriarty from killing more people. It would take hours, and furthermore, was too tedious for him. There had to be another way to figure it out. But, he'd wait to see what Evangeline was going to say. She was proving to be useful enough to him... well, yeah, no, she was useful. He didn't think he could say otherwise. He could say that he was still not enjoying her company though. That was a fact. ((Literally the best part of starting school!! XD lol spending time at the stationaries XP)) "I MIGHT be able to do something about it after I get my laptop." She looked at the shredded paper in dread and answered hopefully. She'd done something like this before when she worked on Jacob's case, but she had way more time back then. And the state of the shredded paper wasn't exactly the best. "I can't promise anything though." It was necessary for her to speak the truth, that there is the possibility she can't do it in time. But there had to be a better way to solve all this... "Are he shredded paper all blank as well?" She asked. Her thought was, if they were indeed blank, then perhaps they could find out what they were remotely about if they found out what the ones they found meant. If they weren't? Well then they'd be in a heap of trouble. But at least there was still time. Right?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 20:02:43 GMT -5
[[ me. i love notebooks so much. ]]
"Well, let me check," Sherlock said blandly, reaching down into the scraps and gingerly pulling a handful out, moving them around with his long fingers before shaking his head and saying, "no, there's text on them." It was then that he heard the back door open. He immediately took out his phone. "I just pulled in. -JW." The footsteps sounded characteristically John-like as well, so he relaxed, cupping his free hand over his mouth and yelling down the hall, and effectively down the stairs, "John, up the staircase and to the left!" There was a beat, and then his partner's voice came back, "Alright! Sorry it took so long, I popped by Evangeline's to get that laptop." About thirty seconds later, he was in the room, holding out the laptop to Evangeline and looking at the scraps in Sherlock's hand, and the waste bin before asking with a small sigh, "What are you two doing?"
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Sept 3, 2016 20:45:07 GMT -5
[[ me. i love notebooks so much. ]] "Well, let me check," Sherlock said blandly, reaching down into the scraps and gingerly pulling a handful out, moving them around with his long fingers before shaking his head and saying, "no, there's text on them." It was then that he heard the back door open. He immediately took out his phone. " I just pulled in. -JW." The footsteps sounded characteristically John-like as well, so he relaxed, cupping his free hand over his mouth and yelling down the hall, and effectively down the stairs, "John, up the staircase and to the left!" There was a beat, and then his partner's voice came back, "Alright! Sorry it took so long, I popped by Evangeline's to get that laptop." About thirty seconds later, he was in the room, holding out the laptop to Evangeline and looking at the scraps in Sherlock's hand, and the waste bin before asking with a small sigh, " What are you two doing?" ((Lol omg my mom would disown me if I get more notebooks XD but they're too nice and I can't resist :3)) "Uhhhh..." Evangeline looked around the room at the mess they ended up making and shrugged slightly. "Burglarizing a house..?" She said with a hopeful smile. It amused her in the mean time, as Watson's expression just reminded her too much of Dee. Back then when she broke into other people's houses, Dee would always give her "the look". Usually it meant that if anything went wrong, Dee would have to take care of it since he was the lawyer. Fun right? "Thanks for getting me my laptop though." She kept smiling, and reached out a hand, signalling the doctor to hand it to her. She had work to do. A lot of work.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2016 21:03:17 GMT -5
[[ same .-. ugh ugh ugh ugh i hate it when you think you have a virus and you run all of this anti-virus and malware crap that takes a LONG ASS TIME and then you find nothing. ]]
John set it in her hand with a blunt, "Yes, I think that I figured that part out." He gave the two a wry smile before looking to Sherlock. The man was still sifting through the paper shredder for whatever reason. "What are you looking for?" "Don't know yet..." the detective replied. Yes, thank you Sherlock, informative as always. John wished that the man wouldn't be so cryptic all the damn time, but there was nothing that anyone could do about it, apparently. Not John, not Mary, not Mycroft, not Sherlock's own parents... but, John wouldn't trade Sherlock for the world. But, the detective had now apparently lost interest in him, so the good doctor sighed, walking away and beginning to head along the bookshelf. "What are you doing, John?" Sherlock quipped after a minute, or tried to. His voice was still as deadpan as ever. "Looking for a secret door." Sherlock scoffed.
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Sept 4, 2016 1:25:18 GMT -5
[[ same .-. ugh ugh ugh ugh i hate it when you think you have a virus and you run all of this anti-virus and malware crap that takes a LONG ASS TIME and then you find nothing. ]] John set it in her hand with a blunt, "Yes, I think that I figured that part out." He gave the two a wry smile before looking to Sherlock. The man was still sifting through the paper shredder for whatever reason. "What are you looking for?" "Don't know yet..." the detective replied. Yes, thank you Sherlock, informative as always. John wished that the man wouldn't be so cryptic all the damn time, but there was nothing that anyone could do about it, apparently. Not John, not Mary, not Mycroft, not Sherlock's own parents... but, John wouldn't trade Sherlock for the world. But, the detective had now apparently lost interest in him, so the good doctor sighed, walking away and beginning to head along the bookshelf. "What are you doing, John?" Sherlock quipped after a minute, or tried to. His voice was still as deadpan as ever. "Looking for a secret door." Sherlock scoffed. [[XD omg I never experienced that but i do have friends that have experienced it XP Yeah, it definitely is a pain in the ass What happened though? Are you okay? ]] “Thank you.” Evangeline said quickly as she snatched the laptop away from Watson. In a moment she sat back down at the computer table and slid open one of the drawers. She was looking for a USB cable. She didn’t bring one, of course. But the dude was bound to have one of some kind. Aha! After her eyes located the cord she was looking for, her hands quickly pulled it out from under a pile of paper. Now I can see what you have deleted. Once the two computers were finally connected, she clicked open an application and clicked one of the options, ending the transaction with a click on the “transfer” button. “The worm has been sent.” She muttered to herself, though probably loud enough for the others to hear as well. Now that the deleted emails were fully accessible, she clicked into one of them and stared wide eyed into what she may find. Though… The results were really disappointing. “Shucks, it just looks like transactions of money.” She reported, overhearing Watson’s ‘secret door’ comment. “You know i wouldn’t be surprised if there really was one."
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Post by SCP-049 on Sept 4, 2016 1:46:24 GMT -5
[[ When you have a math, English, Afrikaans and Biology exam in the coming week xD Fite me school. ]]
"Oh please, why not?" Clint barely heard their reply over the mumble, but he couldn't help but feel guilty. It wasn't that he didn't like Barnes, it was more of the fact that he didn't want to say anything offending. He knew Steve, possibly Natasha, and to an extent Sam, somewhat knew how to talk to him; but him? That was a work-in-progress. "Screw Tony's views right now; I'm sure the others would enjoy your company, just needs time. If he recalled correctly, the Avengers couldn't stand each other for a while, but they all got along fine after extensive time together.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 8:11:11 GMT -5
[[ same .-. ugh ugh ugh ugh i hate it when you think you have a virus and you run all of this anti-virus and malware crap that takes a LONG ASS TIME and then you find nothing. ]] John set it in her hand with a blunt, "Yes, I think that I figured that part out." He gave the two a wry smile before looking to Sherlock. The man was still sifting through the paper shredder for whatever reason. "What are you looking for?" "Don't know yet..." the detective replied. Yes, thank you Sherlock, informative as always. John wished that the man wouldn't be so cryptic all the damn time, but there was nothing that anyone could do about it, apparently. Not John, not Mary, not Mycroft, not Sherlock's own parents... but, John wouldn't trade Sherlock for the world. But, the detective had now apparently lost interest in him, so the good doctor sighed, walking away and beginning to head along the bookshelf. "What are you doing, John?" Sherlock quipped after a minute, or tried to. His voice was still as deadpan as ever. "Looking for a secret door." Sherlock scoffed. [[XD omg I never experienced that but i do have friends that have experienced it XP Yeah, it definitely is a pain in the ass What happened though? Are you okay? ]] “Thank you.” Evangeline said quickly as she snatched the laptop away from Watson. In a moment she sat back down at the computer table and slid open one of the drawers. She was looking for a USB cable. She didn’t bring one, of course. But the dude was bound to have one of some kind. Aha! After her eyes located the cord she was looking for, her hands quickly pulled it out from under a pile of paper. Now I can see what you have deleted. Once the two computers were finally connected, she clicked open an application and clicked one of the options, ending the transaction with a click on the “transfer” button. “The worm has been sent.” She muttered to herself, though probably loud enough for the others to hear as well. Now that the deleted emails were fully accessible, she clicked into one of them and stared wide eyed into what she may find. Though… The results were really disappointing. “Shucks, it just looks like transactions of money.” She reported, overhearing Watson’s ‘secret door’ comment. “You know i wouldn’t be surprised if there really was one." [[ i'm all good, i think. it's not like i have anything sensitive on my laptop anyways. ]] Sherlock pouted, quitting his rooting and looking back over at her. That was quite disappointing to say the least, and he'd thought that they'd found something big. He ignored John, checked his phone, and then said, "If it's nothing but monetary transactions that appear to have nothing to do with Moriarty, we need to go. We just wasted another hour." Time was ticking away. If they didn't figure this out soon, Moriarty was going to kill again. Not that it bothered Sherlock all that much, but he knew that they had to stop it for the sake of the greater good. "We have two more to investigate, right?" John said, quitting his search and turning back around to look between the two detectives. "Yep," Sherlock replied in a one note tone, popping the 'p' as he stuffed shredded paper back into the machine and slid the lid on.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 8:13:45 GMT -5
[[ When you have a math, English, Afrikaans and Biology exam in the coming week xD Fite me school. ]] "Oh please, why not?" Clint barely heard their reply over the mumble, but he couldn't help but feel guilty. It wasn't that he didn't like Barnes, it was more of the fact that he didn't want to say anything offending. He knew Steve, possibly Natasha, and to an extent Sam, somewhat knew how to talk to him; but him? That was a work-in-progress. "Screw Tony's views right now; I'm sure the others would enjoy your company, just needs time. If he recalled correctly, the Avengers couldn't stand each other for a while, but they all got along fine after extensive time together. [[ school is evil. ]] "Tony's not going to change what he thinks about me," Bucky said simply, taking another sip of Pepsi and then continuing with a small sigh, "I don't even blame him for what he thinks of me, not really. If I were him I would've flipped my shit too." God, he had thought he was gonna die in that old HYDRA base, and then his arm had been detached... he wondered if anyone but T'Challa and his team of scientists realized that that arm had had feeling. It had really been like losing a limb, and as he'd lied there, well, that had been how it felt...
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Post by SCP-049 on Sept 4, 2016 11:26:56 GMT -5
Clint watched Bucky with a neutral gaze, but the cogs continued to tick in his subconscious. Of course everything, all that he had known, would probably be hard to go back to after what had occurred in Siberia; but he couldn't help but hope that healing would take place on both sides. "I guess we can't really blame him..." He finally sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just wish everything would be fine; I guess I'm just a little too optimistic."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 12:29:49 GMT -5
Clint watched Bucky with a neutral gaze, but the cogs continued to tick in his subconscious. Of course everything, all that he had known, would probably be hard to go back to after what had occurred in Siberia; but he couldn't help but hope that healing would take place on both sides. "I guess we can't really blame him..." He finally sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just wish everything would be fine; I guess I'm just a little too optimistic." [[ i love how all the curse words now correct to things like butterflies. ]] "Yeah, well, maybe he'll have a change of heart." When and if they found him, and it was starting to look like a big if. Bucky was worried for Steve mostly, if he was honest with himself. They had just found each other again, and poof, he was missing. Bucky hadn't even been there to protect him, and damn, did he hate himself for that. It wasn't fair. "So, on a lighter note, what the hell is shawarma?"
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Post by SCP-049 on Sept 4, 2016 13:26:26 GMT -5
[[ *has the urge to post the lyrics for a rap song and see how it is censored* I can't even xD Butterflies is the new swear word 2k16 ]]
"Shawarma?" The sudden change in atmosphere made the archer lean back and laugh; since that was basically how everyone responded the first time it was mentioned. "Well, it's good food; something that was suggested after the whole 'Aliens take Manhattan' incident." He recalled the immensely awkward- and downright hilarious- lunch the group shared in a beaten up shawarma restaurant. "Meat grilled on a stick, then carved off and served...Well, it can be eaten as a sandwich; but it's with pita bread and love." He smiled, shrugging. "Honestly, it's pretty good."
[[ XD I was a 'jokester' on 401 posts...Well done to me: profile picture game on fleek ]]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 4, 2016 16:04:07 GMT -5
[[ True. ]]
"So, basically a gyro?" Bucky asked as he suddenly heard the elevator ding. He almost jumped out of his skin, but he took a breath and watched as the doors opened, Natasha emerging with a bag of what he could only assume was shawarma. She walked over, not making any sort of eye contact with him as she threw the bag onto the table with a, "Dig in, boys. I asked for plates." Bucky set his can down, reaching over and pulling the paper bag out of the plastic, cracking it open and peering in. "Here, Clint," he said, pushing the one that wasn't lamb over to him, "here, Nat," he didn't even notice he used her nickname as he pushed one of the lamb ones over towards her, and then he plucked his own out, throwing the plates and napkins and some kind of sauce in little containers down on the glass table as well.
[[ nice xD ]]
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Post by SCP-049 on Sept 4, 2016 23:32:59 GMT -5
[[All I need is to find the best song to do so I mean I'm innocent ]]
Clint, finishing his can, was about to respond with a "Well if you look at it that way..." but, unfortunately, whipped his head around so quickly that he thought he got whiplash; before slowly moving his head back into place with a wince. It had been awhile since he heard that ding. "Everything good?" He greeted Natasha, pushing off the couch and gently picking up the shawarma that was nudged towards him. "Thanks." Deciding to be a mannered person in the midst of others, he leaned towards the table so that he could use the plate on it; instead of placing it on his lap.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 8:07:41 GMT -5
[[ All I need is to find the best song to do so I mean I'm innocent ]] Clint, finishing his can, was about to respond with a "Well if you look at it that way..." but, unfortunately, whipped his head around so quickly that he thought he got whiplash; before slowly moving his head back into place with a wince. It had been awhile since he heard that ding. "Everything good?" He greeted Natasha, pushing off the couch and gently picking up the shawarma that was nudged towards him. "Thanks." Deciding to be a mannered person in the midst of others, he leaned towards the table so that he could use the plate on it; instead of placing it on his lap. [[ oh same, same. ]] "Good as it ever is," Natasha replied, leaning forward as well to remove the foil from her food, reaching to grab a cup of the sauce, "the guy who was working at the counter remembered me. He asked me how my 'bow and arrow' friend was doing." She'd said fine, and they'd chatted a bit as she'd waited for her order to be up. Everyone in there was nice, and the restaurant was apparently booming, since the Avengers had been there and all.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 8:12:38 GMT -5
[[That's good to hear! Do you have a firewall or anti-virus app? :3 ]] "I'll call Dee to see if Jacob gave us another address." Evangeline slid out her phone from her trench coat pocket and sent a quick text, asking Dee exactly what she had just stated. "In the mean time I'm going to save a copy of these weird emails just in case we might need to use them later." As she said so, the transfer of files had already began. "1300 Oak Drive. Ol' Eleanor's got a nice flat. -JF"The text message she received in return was a picture instead of words. Well, easily conveyed. She didn't complain about it. She tossed her phone to Sherlock, probably just informing him of the location. "I sure do hope you told your cab driver to wait, Doctor Watson." When the transfer bar hit 100%, she closed her laptop and stood up, ready to leave. She didn't forget to take one final look around the place to make sure everything was back the way it was. Oh yes, and she also turned off the PC (thank goodness). Off to our second target![[ I have the firewall that comes with the Mac updated, Avast, and an anti-malware program installed. I ran all of them and checked downloads, and nothing seems out of place. I'm still watching though. ]] "I... I didn't," John called, but Sherlock was literally out of the door of the office before he could get any words at all out of his mouth. Well, they were just gonna have to call another one, which shouldn't be a problem. There was one cabbie for every two people in London, according to his calculations. Meanwhile, Sherlock was heading down the stairs, deep in thought as he walked out the back door. Thank god the owner hadn't come home while they were here, but meh, he supposed that if the owner had that Mycroft and Lestrade would've bailed all of them out, right? That was how it always worked anyways.
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