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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 20:48:19 GMT -5
[[ well, in that case i could try my hand at sherlock and they could butt heads while working a case? i've never rped him (i usually do moriarty tbh) so bear in mind that i may be rusty. ]]
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Post by Zinogre on Jul 31, 2016 20:58:03 GMT -5
"I was just, studying." Vivian said. "Oh, hello there, I think I saw you at the sorting thing! I got put in Ravenclaw. The hat kinda said something about a house for smart people, but it just felt so weird. A talking hat! are there other things like that wizards use?" Vivian stood up with enthusiasm, not realizing all her books spilled onto the floor.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 21:11:05 GMT -5
((I have no problems with that I've never rp'ed a canon character before but I can imagine the difficulty :3 how about we add Watson to the crime solving team too?)) [[ sure! do you want to try and take him, or shall i? ]]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 21:15:06 GMT -5
"I was just, studying." Vivian said. "Oh, hello there, I think I saw you at the sorting thing! I got put in Ravenclaw. The hat kinda said something about a house for smart people, but it just felt so weird. A talking hat! are there other things like that wizards use?" Vivian stood up with enthusiasm, not realizing all her books spilled onto the floor. "I wanted to be put in Ravenclaw," Hermione began as she scooped the last of her books into her arms with a hefty sigh, "but the hat decided on Gryffindor." Hermione was planning on walking away right then and there actually, but she caught herself. She didn't want to be rude on one of her first days here. "Well, since I'm going to be late already, I'm Hermione Granger," she stuck out her free hand for a shake, clutching her books to her chest with the other, "and you are?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 21:24:00 GMT -5
[[ sounds fine to me! ]]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 21:28:39 GMT -5
[[ we can just describe as we go. would you like me to start? it might be a minute for me to finish some chores real quick and get into character and all that. ]]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 21:58:10 GMT -5
"Hurry up, John! We haven't got all day." John was moving as fast as he could, actually, but his taller friend was about four or five steps ahead of him at this point. Sherlock was almost running, actually, to the scene of the crime. Lestrade had called them in this morning to tell them of a very... unusual sort of case. It was the winter, see, and there was... well, there was a body in a pond, freshly frozen over. It wouldn't have been so weird, to be honest; they weren't in a good part of town. But, according to the locals at least, this pond had been frozen over for weeks. And the body? Completely fresh. Days old. John had cried to get Sherlock to do some theory-crafting or something, but the man had been out the door in point-five seconds after he'd received the first message from the detective inspector.
"I.D., please."
Sherlock first, and then John, both flashed their badges of identification as they ducked under the yellow tape, which sprawled in between two drearily colored apartment complexes. This whole place was dreary, but it wasn't the time to make remarks. He could see Lestrade from here, busy talking to someone, but it seemed that Sherlock was headed straight in the direction of the pond itself, so John assumed that they weren't going to actually get to speak to the man until they'd (Sherlock had) touched something that they weren't supposed supposed to and contaminated the crime scene, invoking quite a bit of yelling, and quite a bit more paperwork. As he shivered at that prospect, his friend came to a stop right at the edge of the ice, peering across it with narrowed eyes. The paramedics were still out there with the body, next to quite the large hole in the ice, and even more yellow tape surrounded the body of frozen water itself. This time, Sherlock didn't cross. He just stared. John could never quite imagine what he was thinking, but he assumed that he'd hear it soon enough.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 21:58:23 GMT -5
[[ i hope that that was okay! ]]
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Jul 31, 2016 22:41:55 GMT -5
"Wait wait so where are we going?" Dee found it incredibly difficult to keep up with his friend. Or perhaps, partner was the better term to use here. They were on a road leading down to a park somewhere in London (he wasn't the best at directions) where Dee assumed, was where his friend intended to go. She was already far ahead of him, and Dee couldn't help but wonder where she got all her strength from. When she's at home, which was most of the time, she was always so absorbed in her workspace- consisting of a three screen PC computer and a separate monitor where she multitasks playing video games. One would think she was unfit, but whenever she went outside for a case it was as if she suddenly went on steroids, and was incredibly fast doing whatever she was doing. Oh pardon, when Dee thinks "she", he means his colleague- Evangeline Schrodinger. A private eye, or rather, part-time private eye that took in cases only she was interested in. The rest of the time she spent on her computer doing the other part of her job, being the computing and programming prodigy that she was. Dee was sure sometimes she went hacking into things as well, but there was never a good time to bring that up. "I thought I told you back at the house, Dee." Evangeline, walking so much ahead of him turned back to answer, all the while pulling down the headphones she had on her head and letting it hang lose around her neck. She was quite young for her to be talented, sometimes even Dee felt jealous. There were times when people mistaken Dee as the detective and Evangeline as the sidekick, which was quite common. Dee was older, and probably, more professional looking than a girl in a black trench coat who wore headphones around her neck. "Actually, you didn't." "Oh I didn't?" Evangeline took out a headband from her trenchcoat's inside pocket and proceeded to organizing her hair, brushing her bangs to one side. "Well, no matter, I think you'll see soon enough." If only she can take her job more seriously next time. Dee readjusted the position of his glasses and ran a hand through his curly black hair, a common gesture he does when he is exasperated. But I guess she's right. All the time they spent talking, they were already in the park itself. They have arrived at the crime scene.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 22:55:53 GMT -5
[[ that was beautiful. and it's okay it took a bit; i was practicing piano. ]]
They had to have been standing there for five minutes or more when Sherlock finally seemed to decide to move. Well, under the yellow tape, which wasn't good, but before he could even set a toe on the ice, he froze. No, that was not an ice pun. John stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to stop doing whatever he was doing and move again, but as it didn't happen within twenty seconds, John hissed from between his teeth, "Sherlock? What are you doing?" He didn't get an answer. The man twirled around, back under the tape, and began around the side of the pond. "Where are you going?" John cried after him. "Good god." This was uncharacteristic, even for Sherlock. Sherlock liked to brag and boast about what he was thinking. He had only said about five words since they'd gotten here, and... "Who is that?" Sherlock suddenly asked, voice as monotone as usual, but with some added... was that spite? Anger? Jealousy? John sighed in exasperation, slipping on a root before righting himself and spitting, "Who is who, Sherlock?" "There, them," Sherlock responded vaguely. The girl in the trench coat that was too much like his who wore the headphones, probably to block out noise, and the John Number Two scurrying along behind her, like John did. He was even older as well. How funny. But, what were they doing here, on his crime scene? "Excuse me!" he yelled as he neared, pulling one hand from his pocket to wave at the pair. "Oh lord," John put in.
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Post by Kätzchen on Jul 31, 2016 23:08:58 GMT -5
id prefer ocs but id be cool with a mix too! [[ could we do a mix, if that's okay with you? i'm usually more comfortable with canon characters. ]] yes thats fine with me but i don't really think id be comfortable myself ring the cannon character. if it would be fine with you id probably stick with an oc?
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Jul 31, 2016 23:15:35 GMT -5
[ooc] lol thanks~ And I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the ice pun part XDDD
[rp]
"Excuse me!" When they started walking towards the crime scene, Dee could make out someone's voice in the distance. He couldn't see where the shouter was, given all the mist that had arisen due to the weather, but he could make out a bit of annoyance from the voice. He shrugged. Maybe it wasn't even meant for them. He adjusted his trenchcoat and unbuttoned a few buttons, he was slightly sweating from all the chasing he had to do earlier, but when he looked back at Evangeline, she seemed perfectly fine. Oh well, she was only wearing a black skirt underneath, so I guess it's understandable. Sometimes he more wondered why she was not cold. "Did you catch that, Dee?" She suddenly asked. "Catch what?" "Thought I heard someone shouting at us." She narrowed her eyes and looked towards the direction of the crime scene. Dee did so too. And then they both saw them, a pair of people, with an astonishingly close resemblance to themselves, was coming this way. Strange, Dee thought he recognized those two people, but he couldn't see quite well across the fog and his glasses. The former, wearing a dark trenchcoat and a classic scarf around his neck, was running ahead of the other. "Excuse me!" The shout came again, and this time Evangeline seem to have seen clearly who those two people are. "Hey... Isn't that...?" Dee could see a smile creeping up her face, and the excitement as well. She raised a hand to respond to the wave of the person leading the way, as if waving back. "Wait Evangeline-" But it was too late, Evangeline was already taking larger strides over to the two approaching people. I don't think they meant it as a friendly 'hi'...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 23:38:30 GMT -5
[[ could we do a mix, if that's okay with you? i'm usually more comfortable with canon characters. ]] yes thats fine with me but i don't really think id be comfortable myself ring the cannon character. if it would be fine with you id probably stick with an oc? [[ of course you can stick with an oc ^^ ]]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 23:40:36 GMT -5
[[ hey, i think i'm gonna reply in the morning silver. i gotta get some sleep. sorry! talk to you tomorrow. ]]
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Post by Kätzchen on Jul 31, 2016 23:44:14 GMT -5
alright! any plot ideas then? :3 and goodnight!
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 1, 2016 10:40:57 GMT -5
*peeks in* I'm up for a marvel rp if you're still open ^^
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 11:14:15 GMT -5
alright! any plot ideas then? :3 and goodnight! [[ well, it depends on which canon characters i'd take. is there anyone you'd like to be there, first off? ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 11:15:05 GMT -5
*peeks in* I'm up for a marvel rp if you're still open ^^ [[ yep, still open! canon characters or non-canon? ]]
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 1, 2016 11:18:51 GMT -5
[[Any is fine with me. I usually use both canon and OC to balance it out ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 11:26:19 GMT -5
[[ that's quite alright, silver! i may or may not be around tonight; i might go over to a friend's. ]]
Sherlock stopped dead in his tracks as this girl stated sprinting towards him. In fact, he didn't move until they were almost nose to nose. "Who are you, and what are you doing at my crime scene?" he asked after a moment, crossing his arms over his chest with a downright perturbed look on his face. Had Lestrade called someone else in? No, he couldn't imagine why he'd do that when Sherlock himself was here. Plus, these people didn't look like they belonged here. He was sure of it. Or, maybe it was just his ego talking, but he very much would've liked to believe that his genius intellect was telling him that these two were not here to look at the crime scene like he was. They couldn't be. "Sherlock!" John huffed, finally catching up and looking over the pair. Were they dressed like the two of them? No, no, they couldn't be, right? That was weird. "Oh, uh, hi," he greeted after a moment, glancing in between the two of them and his friend, who was actually looking just a little bit red in the face. Was he angry, visibly angry? Well, this was just a day of firsts for the both of them, now wasn't it?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 11:27:12 GMT -5
[[Any is fine with me. I usually use both canon and OC to balance it out ]] [[ okay! i'm more comfortable with canon to be honest, god knows why. who were you thinking of claiming, if you use canon characters? ]]
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