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Post by Nᴇᴠ on Aug 1, 2016 21:59:06 GMT -5
Ohh you mean canon or OC! Ohh, I perfer canon tbh ))
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 1, 2016 22:23:05 GMT -5
[ooc] awesome! :3 sorry about the delay btw I was on a car and my data wasn't working = = Btw I've been thinking of who her client could be, do u think it could be possible if it was Mycroft? XD I don't know if that'll work, what do you think?
[rp] "What, your crime scene?" Evangeline looked around a bit, taking in all the set up that the police had made. "It's not really your crime scene per se, I got my permission to investigate too, you know." She could tell that the whole time when she was explaining their circumstances, Sherlock wasn't listening at all because she did sort of explain how they got the case from their client. Sort of. Very briefly. But she still explained. Evangeline couldn't really say she was not a bit taken back by Sherlock's attitude. She had definitely heard of how arrogant he can be, but this was her first time witnessing it. At least Dr. Watson was quite nice. Or perhaps he was actually the only nice one so far from their visit. He reminded her of Dee, which was quite a coincidence. But sidekicks were always nice. It was a law. John Watson looked genuinely embarrassed for the way his colleague was behaving, and honestly speaking, there were also times when Dee felt the same. Sherlock, on the other hand, does not like her on the crime scene at all because, well obviously, because she looked young, she was young, and that was often mistakenly taken in as an amateur in the field. Evangeline really hated this. Well, no matter, seeing how she's not leaving, and they weren't leaving either, there would be plenty of chances for her to show what she was really made of. "We have investigation permits if you'd like to see them- I.D.'s." Her colleague added, handing her the computer bag that he had helped her carry all this time. Actually, Evangeline had forgotten completely about the bag already, but with Dee around, she didn't have to worry about forgetting anything. "Thank you." She slang the bag over her right shoulder and whispered. She was ready to reach into the bag anytime to get out those I.D.'s whenever they want to see it. This should be incredibly interesting.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 22:41:01 GMT -5
opps i quoted the wrong post XD [[ no it's cool xD i mean, whatever you're comfortable with. you wanted spn, right? i might just take cas so i don't have to do both the boys at once. ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 22:41:49 GMT -5
Ohh you mean canon or OC! Ohh, I perfer canon tbh )) [[ yeah xD sorry if i'm at any point unclear. i'm kinda bad at communication in general. but same. who would you want if we do canon? ]]
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Post by Kätzchen on Aug 1, 2016 22:46:38 GMT -5
alright sounds good then! would you like for my character to be a male or female? or does it matter?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 22:48:44 GMT -5
[ooc] awesome! :3 sorry about the delay btw I was on a car and my data wasn't working = = Btw I've been thinking of who her client could be, do u think it could be possible if it was Mycroft? XD I don't know if that'll work, what do you think? [rp] "What, your crime scene?" Evangeline looked around a bit, taking in all the set up that the police had made. "It's not really your crime scene per se, I got my permission to investigate too, you know." She could tell that the whole time when she was explaining their circumstances, Sherlock wasn't listening at all because she did sort of explain how they got the case from their client. Sort of. Very briefly. But she still explained. Evangeline couldn't really say she was not a bit taken back by Sherlock's attitude. She had definitely heard of how arrogant he can be, but this was her first time witnessing it. At least Dr. Watson was quite nice. Or perhaps he was actually the only nice one so far from their visit. He reminded her of Dee, which was quite a coincidence. But sidekicks were always nice. It was a law. John Watson looked genuinely embarrassed for the way his colleague was behaving, and honestly speaking, there were also times when Dee felt the same. Sherlock, on the other hand, does not like her on the crime scene at all because, well obviously, because she looked young, she was young, and that was often mistakenly taken in as an amateur in the field. Evangeline really hated this. Well, no matter, seeing how she's not leaving, and they weren't leaving either, there would be plenty of chances for her to show what she was really made of. "We have investigation permits if you'd like to see them- I.D.'s." Her colleague added, handing her the computer bag that he had helped her carry all this time. Actually, Evangeline had forgotten completely about the bag already, but with Dee around, she didn't have to worry about forgetting anything. "Thank you." She slang the bag over her right shoulder and whispered. She was ready to reach into the bag anytime to get out those I.D.'s whenever they want to see it. This should be incredibly interesting. [[ that's fine xD sherlock's gonna be so peeved if that's the case too, which is always fun. ]] Sherlock leaned down as the I.D.'s were flashed in front of his nose, eyes widening ever so slightly. No. No. He was going to strangle Lestrade for this. It wasn't even that Evangeline was young, it wasn't that it all, it was just the fact that someone else was allowed on his crime scene . He was the only investigating detective. It was a him thing. Not a her thing, not a John Watson Number Two thing. It was him and John, mostly him, but John helped. "Sherlock, we can't be harassing them if they have a right to be here," the aforementioned one butted in after a moment, looking up at the taller man next to him, "come on, shouldn't we be focusing on the case?" Sherlock frowned, glanced down at John, and then with a decisive snort of contempt, he turned and marched back towards the spot where he had originally intended to get onto the ice at, leaving his other half alone with the pair. His very embarrassed other half, that was. John Watson could feel the tips of his ears turning red, and after a moment of silence he said, "Sorry about... that. I'll try to keep him out of your way, but I can't make any promises." He offered a sheepish smile at his attempt at a joke, stepping aside to let them through first. What had Lestrade been thinking? Sherlock could barely handle having the actual police on the scene, but another detective? No way.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 22:49:03 GMT -5
alright sounds good then! would you like for my character to be a male or female? or does it matter? [[ nah, doesn't matter. ]]
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Post by Nᴇᴠ on Aug 1, 2016 22:52:48 GMT -5
Well I'd hate to choose somebody you originally planned to claim so you can choose first! I don't mind at all. ))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 22:54:50 GMT -5
Well I'd hate to choose somebody you originally planned to claim so you can choose first! I don't mind at all. )) [[ this gives me anxiety. jk, hm, i'll give myself a challenge and take good old groot and gamora, if that's okay? ]]
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 1, 2016 22:57:35 GMT -5
[[*peeks back in* Back for a bit before I go to school ^^ ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 23:00:15 GMT -5
[[*peeks back in* Back for a bit before I go to school ^^ ]] [[ hey cx you want me to start? ]]
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 1, 2016 23:01:20 GMT -5
[ooc] lol Yesssss that was partly the reason why I thought of Mycroft in the first place XD
[rp] "Don't worry about it." Evangeline felt the need to reassure poor Watson, who had been speaking for Sherlock. She withdrew the ID into her bag and walked ahead, only to abruptly stop in her tracks because she felt the need to explain something. From Sherlock's expression she could see that he wasn't really pleased at all, perhaps he was just angry at the inspector for allowing another detective on the scene. She felt she needed to cut that inspector some slack so Sherlock doesn't go forwarding his rage onto him. "Um, we didn't get our case from the police you see, so I do not know if the police knows of this." She explained, trying to sound as nice as possible to John. "The client abruptly called in the morning and handed down the permit to investigate. His name was..." And suddenly she didn't recall the name, which was natural. She didn't care much for who the client was at all, all she cared about was the case. But perhaps Dee remembered the name. "what was his name again, Dee?" "Ah... That." Dee dug out a notebook from his trench coat pocket, suddenly glad he at least took down the name and number of the client that had called. Evangeline never did. "Mycroft... I believe... I apologize though I didn't catch the last name."
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 1, 2016 23:01:46 GMT -5
[[ hey cx you want me to start? ]] [[Halla! ^^ and sure!]]
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Post by Kätzchen on Aug 1, 2016 23:02:20 GMT -5
id probably choose a gender after we decide on a plot or basic outline! because if theres going to be romance between the oc and Cas id prefer to play a female but otherwise id be cool with a male as well!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 23:22:38 GMT -5
[ooc] lol Yesssss that was partly the reason why I thought of Mycroft in the first place XD [rp] "Don't worry about it." Evangeline felt the need to reassure poor Watson, who had been speaking for Sherlock. She withdrew the ID into her bag and walked ahead, only to abruptly stop in her tracks because she felt the need to explain something. From Sherlock's expression she could see that he wasn't really pleased at all, perhaps he was just angry at the inspector for allowing another detective on the scene. She felt she needed to cut that inspector some slack so Sherlock doesn't go forwarding his rage onto him. "Um, we didn't get our case from the police you see, so I do not know if the police knows of this." She explained, trying to sound as nice as possible to John. "The client abruptly called in the morning and handed down the permit to investigate. His name was..." And suddenly she didn't recall the name, which was natural. She didn't care much for who the client was at all, all she cared about was the case. But perhaps Dee remembered the name. "what was his name again, Dee?""Ah... That." Dee dug out a notebook from his trench coat pocket, suddenly glad he at least took down the name and number of the client that had called. Evangeline never did. "Mycroft... I believe... I apologize though I didn't catch the last name." "Oh, oh god..." John stammered as the name of this suspicious client was revealed. God why? "I know him." He probably put them on the case just to mess with Sherlock, or teach Sherlock a lesson, if John knew the man at all. "Well, I guess you two are here, so there's nothing I can do about that. Just try not to, and I'm going to say this in the politest way possible... get in Sherlock's way. He's a bit, well, you can tell." He threw a glance over his shoulder at the detective, who had made his way onto the ice, and was ignoring the medics as they clearly told him to pick himself up and leave. John sighed, shaking his head as he turned his back fully to the pair and began to make his way over, along the edge of the pond, expecting the young pair to follow. Leave it up to Mycroft to try to screw wth his little brother, especially on a case that he most definitely knew that he was going to be on. "Sir, will you back up, please?" one of the medics was practically begging as John put a tentative foot on the ice, and when it held began to make his way out, trying not to slip. Sherlock was going the exact opposite, drawing closer to the body and literally getting down on the ice so that he was nose-to-nose with it. Great. Lestrade was going to pop a blood vessel.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 23:36:15 GMT -5
[[ hey cx you want me to start? ]] [[Halla! ^^ and sure!]] [[ i guess i'll just start with bucky being woken up? like, finding out that steve and half these other people have disappeared? and t'challa being there? imma go with it. ]] Bucky Barnes' first realization was that he was really, really cold. Mind-numbingly cold, actually. His eyes seemed to not want to work, and for a second he had the horrible thought that he'd been frozen again by HYDRA and, and... No, he wasn't in a HYDRA base. T'Challa. Wakanda. He was safe. It was too bright and warm, and as his ears started to work again, he became aware of the beeping of monitors and voices speaking in a soft, beautiful language that he didn't understand any of. He was safe. And if he was awake, that meant that they must've found a way to reverse HYDRA's brainwashing. He began to sit up, and sort of failed as he tried to lean on his stub arm. "Careful, careful," someone warned him in English, and he was soon aware of a warm hand on his back, helping him into a sitting position from the bed that he was on. "Are you dizzy?" the voice asked again, and Bucky slowly turned his stiff neck to peer at the woman talking to him. "A little," he replied, finding his voice to be raspy. She offered a cup of water at that, and he took it, taking a gulp. That felt good. "Stiff? How's your vision and hearing?" "Yeah, stiff. My vision and hearing are... getting there." He was fine. Where was Steve? Or Sam? Hell, he would've been elated to see that guy right now. They weren't here though, and the woman was nodding. "Good. T'Challa wants to speak with you. Wait here." And with that, she left, leaving him to sit in the middle of the hospital bed, alone.
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 1, 2016 23:36:47 GMT -5
"You do?" Evangeline was quite surprised. But before the sentence came out fully John was already making his way to Sherlock. She quickly followed, gesturing for Dee to follow, which he did. He was good at following. She knew the body was in the ice, and she watched as Sherlock knelt there on top of the ice, almost nose to nose with the dead body. So I guess they didn't take the body out of the pond yet. Evangeline looked around, a few medics were frantically trying to get both Sherlock and Dr. Watson off of the pond. In the meantime, John was trying so hard to get to his friend, and if Evangeline saw correctly, he was mumbling something under his breath. Probably cursing his friend's actions. Subtle. "I don't suppose we can do much from here." Dee looked at the young detective, but he probably already knew what she was going to do. Evangeline was already going at it. Dee watched her walk around the pond to a spot that was nearest to the body and knelt down. On the way of which, she showed her ID to the inspector, who looked quite dumbfounded, and if not, just plain stupefied that another detective was here on the scene. Probably because he knew how Sherlock would react. Evangeline was at the edge of the pond now, kneeling down as well and taking out a binocular sort of gadget from her bag. Binocular camera. She probably didn't want to add more work to the medics, so she decided to stay off the pond. The man wore a suit. That narrowed down his occupation. But no fractures or anything in the ice around him, so how did the body get in there. She was getting excited.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 23:37:14 GMT -5
id probably choose a gender after we decide on a plot or basic outline! because if theres going to be romance between the oc and Cas id prefer to play a female but otherwise id be cool with a male as well! [[ alright! um, i don't really care about romance, so it's up to you on that one. but for plot it might be interesting if oc's an angel like cas or something like that? and they have to fight some evil? sorry if i'm vague, it's hella late. ]]
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Post by Kätzchen on Aug 1, 2016 23:41:59 GMT -5
oh i feel you. maybe it would be best to wait until we're both more awake to think of a plot?
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 1, 2016 23:52:46 GMT -5
Honestly, it had been a very long couple of days, but the work was just starting. T'Challa had been politely asked to stay outside the room until he was called, which was something he took as a blessing in disguise. With the few precious moments he had alone, he would have time to formulate his explanation. At first, it was decided to try and tackle this with whoever was left, however, it was soon discovered that the team was stretched too thin. With the accords in place, and the slight hiccup that most of the team left were wanted fugitives, it was just impossible to look, let alone find, the missing avengers. The general plan of action had some hitches, but after great deliberation the others had elected him to be the bearer of bad news. 'I know I'm the most diplomatic person here,' he thought, amused. 'But I barely know all of you well enough...And I did try and kill the person I'm talking to.' The Wakandan King, shaking his head, casted his eyes towards the door at the sound of footsteps. Dipping his head customarily and murmuring a greeting at the doctor, he quietly stepped forward and pushed the door inwards. T'Challa made sure he kept a neutral face, as not to bring upon a somber mood just yet, before producing a soft smile at the man in the hospital bed. "I hope you're finding yourself comfortable, Mr Barnes?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 0:00:17 GMT -5
"You do?" Evangeline was quite surprised. But before the sentence came out fully John was already making his way to Sherlock. She quickly followed, gesturing for Dee to follow, which he did. He was good at following. She knew the body was in the ice, and she watched as Sherlock knelt there on top of the ice, almost nose to nose with the dead body. So I guess they didn't take the body out of the pond yet. Evangeline looked around, a few medics were frantically trying to get both Sherlock and Dr. Watson off of the pond. In the meantime, John was trying so hard to get to his friend, and if Evangeline saw correctly, he was mumbling something under his breath. Probably cursing his friend's actions. Subtle."I don't suppose we can do much from here." Dee looked at the young detective, but he probably already knew what she was going to do. Evangeline was already going at it. Dee watched her walk around the pond to a spot that was nearest to the body and knelt down. On the way of which, she showed her ID to the inspector, who looked quite dumbfounded, and if not, just plain stupefied that another detective was here on the scene. Probably because he knew how Sherlock would react. Evangeline was at the edge of the pond now, kneeling down as well and taking out a binocular sort of gadget from her bag. Binocular camera. She probably didn't want to add more work to the medics, so she decided to stay off the pond. The man wore a suit. That narrowed down his occupation. But no fractures or anything in the ice around him, so how did the body get in there. She was getting excited. "When are you going to cut it out?" Sherlock was asking, "why are you just standing there?" The poor medics were at a loss, but about five minutes later, an actual policeman was out on the ice to forcibly remove the consulting detective from the scene of the crime . It wasn't exactly a rare or odd thing for this to occur, so Sherlock went quietly. He had seen what he had wanted to see. And, of course, two things stood out. One, the body was fresh. Just two weeks ago it would've fermented in the water, but it was perfectly intact, except for the bullet wound in its head. Two, it was so close to the service. It was like someone had surgically pulled the ice out and melded it back together just perfectly enough to place the body in it. And, three, this man was definitely some sort of business man or politician, maybe celebrity. He would be missed, but there were probably also people who hated him. They would have a motive soon enough. And... oh, she was still here. He ended up next to Evangeline as the policeman left him, and after sort of just... looking at her for a moment, he asked in a monotone, "So, what do you think?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 0:00:58 GMT -5
oh i feel you. maybe it would be best to wait until we're both more awake to think of a plot? [[ yeah, maybe. sorry haha. ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 0:11:15 GMT -5
Honestly, it had been a very long couple of days, but the work was just starting. T'Challa had been politely asked to stay outside the room until he was called, which was something he took as a blessing in disguise. With the few precious moments he had alone, he would have time to formulate his explanation. At first, it was decided to try and tackle this with whoever was left, however, it was soon discovered that the team was stretched too thin. With the accords in place, and the slight hiccup that most of the team left were wanted fugitives, it was just impossible to look, let alone find, the missing avengers. The general plan of action had some hitches, but after great deliberation the others had elected him to be the bearer of bad news. 'I know I'm the most diplomatic person here,' he thought, amused. 'But I barely know all of you well enough...And I did try and kill the person I'm talking to.' The Wakandan King, shaking his head, casted his eyes towards the door at the sound of footsteps. Dipping his head customarily and murmuring a greeting at the doctor, he quietly stepped forward and pushed the door inwards. T'Challa made sure he kept a neutral face, as not to bring upon a somber mood just yet, before producing a soft smile at the man in the hospital bed. "I hope you're finding yourself comfortable, Mr Barnes?" Well, Bucky had to say that he found the appearance of T'Challa a lot more comforting now than he would've a couple... well, however long ago it had been. He needed to ask. But, he smiled back first, taking another sip of water as a precaution before he answered, "Yeah, thank you. How long was I under?" He finished his little paper cup of water, considering tossing it into a nearby waste bin before rethinking it, and softly setting it on the nightstand. He was in front of a king, and he didn't want to look like a fool. Really though, where was Steve? The two of them had talked over it before he was put under. He would be there when Bucky woke up, and Bucky had held him to his word. Now, Steve was nowhere to be seen, and as much as the man on the bed wanted to ignore it, there was the nagging worry that something had happened. Steve had been planning on bringing his friends who had landed in prison back here, after all. Had he been caught? Was that why he was awake now? Bucky shifted in the sheets, taking a deep breath, and stilling as the one IV in his arm pulled a little bit. Everything was probably fine.
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 2, 2016 0:19:51 GMT -5
Evangeline didn't notice the detective getting close to her until he spoke. She had just finished taking a few photos and was ready to transfer those onto her computer so she could take a closer look, but well she could do that while talking to Sherlock. "Fresh body. No sign of cutting or anything on the ice. Victim died somewhere else from a bullet shot to the head, immediate death. But the body just magically appeared over night." The latter half of the sentence she said jokingly as she pulled out the SD card from the camera and set her bag down on a nearby bench. "The guys wearing a suit, and judging by that tab he wore on one side of the suit, probably here to attend one of the conferences currently going on here in London- one being related to politics, the other being related to commerce. Either a politician or a businessman, or possibly a mix of both, maybe a business man with ties to the government, quite the dangerous kind." She took out her laptop from her bag and sat down, booting it up. "If I clean up one of those photos I took, neutralize distortion of the ice, I can find out his identity." She finished. "But judging by my client's identity, I'm willing to bet he's probably of quite some importance." Earlier, before Sherlock had talked to her, she had a brief conversation with Dee over the phone in which they spoke about the identity of their client. Evangeline had seen Dee looking up something on his phone. She had called him (because she didn't want to walk all the way over) but it was convenient cuz she did bring along a Bluetooth earphone.
"What are you doing?" She had asked. "Looking up our client." "You mean you don't know who he is?" "Well at least now I have a general- wait are you saying you knew?" "Of course. Doctor Watson said he knew him, did he not? Which other Mycroft does he know other than Sherlock's own brother?" "You knew about this all along and didn't even care to tell me?" "I thought you'd be observant enough to deduce, Dee. Did u not see the expression on the doctor's face? Probably scared that Sherlock would find out." "Why?" "No doubt because brothers don't get along. If Sherlock found out, he'll skin Mycroft alive. Not that they haven't been through this before though." Dee had caught her joking attitude in that sentence. "So there's an actual reason why Mycroft asked us to investigate." "I suspect the victim is of some importance to the government. But that doesn't really scratch off the possibility that he also wanted to troll his brother." "Charming."
Jabbing the SD card into a slot, she waited for Sherlock to speak (either she as right or she was wrong) ready for either him to speak down on her, or maybe further talk about the case. I wonder what he's gonna say?
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 2, 2016 2:51:21 GMT -5
T'Challa watched Bucky's movements with slight interest, wanting to know if the man has recovered from cyrosleep. Of course, he wasn't a doctor, but he did have a right to be concerned. Besides, Steve would probably want him to watch over his friend while he was, well, gone; and the King would stay true to his word. "You probably have a lot of questions, yes?" He sighed, placing his hands in front of him, before deciding against it and moving to another empty bed. There wasn't time to act royally polite, nor was there time for beating around the bush. Looking down at the floor, he eased himself onto the bed and winced at the slight creak. "You're probably wondering why I am the one to greet you first; honestly, I would have left Mr Rogers enough time to bring you back to speed with things. Nine months is a long time-" He started, before casting his eyes back towards Bucky; full of regret and sympathy. "Unfortunately...There has been a problem, and it was decided that you needed to know."
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Post by Nᴇᴠ on Aug 2, 2016 6:28:28 GMT -5
Well I'd hate to choose somebody you originally planned to claim so you can choose first! I don't mind at all. )) [[ this gives me anxiety. jk, hm, i'll give myself a challenge and take good old groot and gamora, if that's okay? ]] OhmyIfeltthesamewayI'msorry! Sure! Say I take Rocket and Star-Lord then? C;
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 9:38:27 GMT -5
Evangeline didn't notice the detective getting close to her until he spoke. She had just finished taking a few photos and was ready to transfer those onto her computer so she could take a closer look, but well she could do that while talking to Sherlock. "Fresh body. No sign of cutting or anything on the ice. Victim died somewhere else from a bullet shot to the head, immediate death. But the body just magically appeared over night." The latter half of the sentence she said jokingly as she pulled out the SD card from the camera and set her bag down on a nearby bench. "The guys wearing a suit, and judging by that tab he wore on one side of the suit, probably here to attend one of the conferences currently going on here in London- one being related to politics, the other being related to commerce. Either a politician or a businessman, or possibly a mix of both, maybe a business man with ties to the government, quite the dangerous kind." She took out her laptop from her bag and sat down, booting it up. "If I clean up one of those photos I took, neutralize distortion of the ice, I can find out his identity." She finished. "But judging by my client's identity, I'm willing to bet he's probably of quite some importance." Earlier, before Sherlock had talked to her, she had a brief conversation with Dee over the phone in which they spoke about the identity of their client. Evangeline had seen Dee looking up something on his phone. She had called him (because she didn't want to walk all the way over) but it was convenient cuz she did bring along a Bluetooth earphone. "What are you doing?" She had asked. "Looking up our client." "You mean you don't know who he is?" "Well at least now I have a general- wait are you saying you knew?" "Of course. Doctor Watson said he knew him, did he not? Which other Mycroft does he know other than Sherlock's own brother?" "You knew about this all along and didn't even care to tell me?" "I thought you'd be observant enough to deduce, Dee. Did u not see the expression on the doctor's face? Probably scared that Sherlock would find out." "Why?" "No doubt because brothers don't get along. If Sherlock found out, he'll skin Mycroft alive. Not that they haven't been through this before though." Dee had caught her joking attitude in that sentence. "So there's an actual reason why Mycroft asked us to investigate." "I suspect the victim is of some importance to the government. But that doesn't really scratch off the possibility that he also wanted to troll his brother." "Charming."
Jabbing the SD card into a slot, she waited for Sherlock to speak (either she as right or she was wrong) ready for either him to speak down on her, or maybe further talk about the case. I wonder what he's gonna say?
"You're mostly right," Sherlock shrugged, looking away from her and back out onto the ice. He didn't like that, but it was true, as much as it peeved him off. The only time he liked anyone deducing anything for him was when he asked John to do it, or admittedly when Moriarty had been alive to play his little games. No one had to know that second part though. "I believe he's a businessman. The suit is from Brooks Brothers, it says so on the lapel, one of the most popular stores in New York City, so he's probably an American as well. That just affirms the theory that he's here for one of the conferences, but we can't know what the cause of the murder was until they dig his bloody body out of the ice!" That last part was shouted at the medics, who seemed to just ignore him. What were they even doing? What a bunch of idiots. Meanwhile, John was trying to get ahold of Mycroft. After four failed called attempts and one angry text with another in the making, the man finally texted back a simple, deceivingly innocent: " Yes? - MH." " Whatever you're doing, knock it off, Mycroft. You know how your brother gets when someone else gets on his case. - JW." " I have no idea what you mean - MH." " Mycroft. - JW." Five minutes later; " Mycroft. JW." What a jerk.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 9:45:27 GMT -5
T'Challa watched Bucky's movements with slight interest, wanting to know if the man has recovered from cyrosleep. Of course, he wasn't a doctor, but he did have a right to be concerned. Besides, Steve would probably want him to watch over his friend while he was, well, gone; and the King would stay true to his word. "You probably have a lot of questions, yes?" He sighed, placing his hands in front of him, before deciding against it and moving to another empty bed. There wasn't time to act royally polite, nor was there time for beating around the bush. Looking down at the floor, he eased himself onto the bed and winced at the slight creak. "You're probably wondering why I am the one to greet you first; honestly, I would have left Mr Rogers enough time to bring you back to speed with things. Nine months is a long time-" He started, before casting his eyes back towards Bucky; full of regret and sympathy. "Unfortunately...There has been a problem, and it was decided that you needed to know." Bucky was watching him too, but he assumed that the man could tell. As he moved around the room, finally settling on the bed and beginning to speak, Bucky's eyes didn't leave him. He didn't speak either, or at least not until T'Challa was done speaking. Was that... sadness in his eyes? Bucky felt something tighten in his chest as he saw that. God no. No. He knew what that look meant, or he thought he did. "Where's Steve?" he finally asked, somehow managing to keep his voice even and steady, despite the fact that he was very nearly shaking. His knuckles (and frankly almost his entire hand) were turning white where he gripped the bed, to try to ground himself a bit more. Was Steve dead? Captured? Hurt beyond repair? Horrible, horrible things flashed through his head, and for a moment he thought he might have a panic attack then and there, but he somehow kept it together. He didn't want to absolutely break down in front of T'Challa, of all people.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 9:46:15 GMT -5
[[ this gives me anxiety. jk, hm, i'll give myself a challenge and take good old groot and gamora, if that's okay? ]] OhmyIfeltthesamewayI'msorry! Sure! Say I take Rocket and Star-Lord then? C; [[ it's okay i'm always anxiousand okay! we forgot drax xD i guess i could just take him? ]]
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