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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 23:02:57 GMT -5
[[ okay. i am back. gosh i love that show. ]]
Having already made it out to the body and mentally blocked every single one of the medics and police out, Sherlock only gave Evangeline a passing glance as she crouched down next to the body as well. He clearly had been coming back from the business conference when he had been shot. His shirt was completely untucked, dark circles contrasted by the deathly pale of his skin under his eyes, and ink smudging the tips of his fingers. The police had found a wallet, a hotel keycard, and a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, but Sherlock knew better than to touch those yet. The bullet wound had clearly been fired at close range, the hole being in the dead center of his forehead and relatively clean. The gun might've even been pressed against him... yes, probably, that was too much gunpowder and residue for it to have not been right up against him. Had he been taken by surprise? Possibly. Though, his face looked peaceful, almost nonchalant. Face tended to hold just a bit of fear if the person died in a frightening situation, Sherlock had found. A last imprint of human emotion on a face. How... touching. He stared for another moment, and then finally looked up at Evangeline, "Any interesting thoughts, Miss House?"
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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 23:25:57 GMT -5
<What's the show about? XD now I'm curious~>
"Where's his phone..?" Evangeline accidentally spoke her thoughts out loud without realizing it. She did, however, hear Sherlock's question. "Oh sorry I was just thinking. The things they found... Those things should be on him no doubt, but what's a business man doing without a phone?" And here I was thinking of looking into his call and text history... She felt disappointed. But that certainly was a point of interest. The missing phone. "Other than that, the time he died was most obviously after the conference, his attire is a mess and all his features suggest he was extremely exhausted as well." Evangeline continued on answering Sherlock's questions. "But why didn't he return to his hotel directly? Maybe he did but was ambushed on the way, but for him to be ambushed he would have to be in a state of shock, which this corpse certainly is not displaying on any sort of level." She paused for a second, thinking of all the evidence she had just collected, trying to make sense of it all. Something clicked. "Coupled with the recent scandal that he was involved in, I have two ideas." She stood up, her breath making fog circles in the cold air. "One, the guy did commit the crime, but he committed it under orders. Whoever the real mastermind was wanted to silence him, therefore asked him out on a meeting and killed him there. That would explain why we saw no sign of the phone. Two, the guy didn't commit the crime and was framed by the actual mastermind. Since he didn't commit the crime, he would have ample evidence to support his innocence. The actual mastermind saw this as a problem and killed him, the same as before, contacted him and asked him out for a meeting, killed them there." "I'm putting my money on the latter."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 23:56:01 GMT -5
[[ it's set in the eighties and it's like a sci-fi, horror, mystery sort of thing .-. it's so beautiful and good and the characters are amazing and i love it. ]]
"And he would've taken the phone to hide the messages..." Sherlock mumbled, eyes lighting up as he steepled his hands in front of him, "I need our cadaver's phone's credentials. Do you think your John would let me use his laptop?" By that he meant Dee, of course, and before she'd even responded he was already up and sliding towards the edge of the lake, where John and Dee both were. If he could at least find the man's phone number and give it to Lestrade, then Lestrade could get him everything he needed to track that phone, or at least track where it had been. Of course he assumed that whoever had taken it had been smart enough to turn it off, but they could still find the scene of the actual murder, which was a starting point. Being able to retrace Mr. Crawford's steps meant security cameras too, which also proved useful to help with deductions. This, so far, was seeming like a piece of cake. In fact, the only thing hindering him was the two amateurs that had decided to come and act like they were the new him, which they weren't. Sure, Evangeline had gotten nearly everything right, but it was because it was obvious. Right? That's what he was gonna go with.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 0:36:13 GMT -5
[[ i hope you will love it my friend. i feel like i adopted all five child leads tbh. ]]
Sherlock was all grabby hands again as he waited for the computer, literally snatching it as Dee's hands loosened just a little, sitting down in the snow and going to work. Ian Crawford. Scandal, scandal, scandal, different scandal involving multiple women, and more scandal. He needed more details. Ian Crawford phone number. A business website! He clicked on it, tapping on the contacts tab. Business rep, front desk... no personal phone. He kept on looking. After what felt like forever, but had only in reality been five minutes, he found a solitary picture on an apparent heartbroken ex-girlfriend's Facebook that showed a series of text messages that he wasn't at all interested in, and the man's phone number. Bingo. He pulled a notepad out of his pocket along with a pen, scribbling it down before yelling one of the cops over to him and handing the note over. "Take that to Lestrade. Tell him that it's most likely the victim's current phone number, and that I need him to text me once he get the phone company to give him everything about the phone. Go on." The cop scurried off, and Sherlock picked the laptop up, holding it out to Dee and pulling out his phone with his other hand.
[[ how am i doing with sherlock and john cause i honestly cannot tell. ]]
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 3, 2016 0:52:36 GMT -5
((I'll tell you how it is once I get to it~ XD I'm currently researching Sherlock to get back the feel since we're rp'ing And lol you're doing great!! They're really on character XD ah I love this RP so much))
Dee accepted back his computer, impressed that Sherlock had found what he was looking for so quickly. He passed his computer to Evangeline, just so she could also peek at the phone number that Sherlock had found. We'll leave the phone number for Sherlock to find. Evangeline took a screenshot and handed it back. She had another thought in mind, and that was the man's hotel. She knew the police had the hotel card, and that Sherlock knew the police, perhaps they could convince the police to let them search the hotel room the victim was in? Hopeful thoughts. "We need to look into his hotel room." She suggested so everyone could hear. "And as fast as possible too, God knows if the man's murderer had touched it already. We need to use the hotel card." In the mean time she also wanted to learn of the man's actual address, and of course, that was another job for Dee. "Dee keep digging, I want his address, his home address, and possibly other information about his family too." Evangeline pointed to Dee. "I want data, data, data, everything please; I can't make bricks without clay." With that she turned towards Sherlock, who was hopefully waking towards the inspector. Yes, two directives that needed to use the evidence, that ought to give him a headache.
((Lol I managed to stuff a quote Sherlock used in the series XD u think he'll notice?))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 0:59:18 GMT -5
[[ ahh same i've been looking into it. and omg thanks. i think i'm gonna reply to this in the morning though cause i'm tired and i feel like i'm slipping oops. well, night for you. i might be up early tomorrow. night! ]]
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 3, 2016 3:20:36 GMT -5
"Sure thing," Bucky replied, taking T'Challa's hand and hoisting himself to his feet with a small grunt. He wobbled, but steadied himself enough to stand freely in a moment. "Can I have some shoes?" he asked, voice almost a chuckle as he looked down at his bare feet. It was apparent he had lost some muscle mass from being in stasis for so long, but it never took him much time to gain it back anyways. A moment later, Wanda produced a pair of generic white slippers, which had apparently been sitting on the other side of the bed. "Here." He took them with a small grunt of thanks, dropping them on the floor before slipping them on after struggling to not just pick his feet up and put the shoes on with both hands. He kept doing that, but it was probably to be expected. He knew that he'd lost his real arm, but there hadn't been a time in a very long time where he didn't have that prosthetic attached to him. [[Good morning everyone x3 ]] Clint made the effort to look for shoes , but leaned back when he saw Wanda had found them. Though he stifled a chuckle at the awkward attempt to put said shoes on, the amused avenger was obvious. T'Challa, however, waited patiently in case Bucky lost his balance; not wanting unnecessary falls or yet another awkward moment of getting him back up. 'They are hopefully finished, or balance may be a problem' He thought quietly, before turning to Wanda. "Are the others still out? Or have some returned?" Clint shook a head for his group, but didn't elaborate. In fact, his hand slid into his right pocket and pulled out a burner phone; ready to check for any messages received. Though he had put it on the heaviest vibrate mode he could find, the archer just wanted to make sure.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 8:44:06 GMT -5
"Sure thing," Bucky replied, taking T'Challa's hand and hoisting himself to his feet with a small grunt. He wobbled, but steadied himself enough to stand freely in a moment. "Can I have some shoes?" he asked, voice almost a chuckle as he looked down at his bare feet. It was apparent he had lost some muscle mass from being in stasis for so long, but it never took him much time to gain it back anyways. A moment later, Wanda produced a pair of generic white slippers, which had apparently been sitting on the other side of the bed. "Here." He took them with a small grunt of thanks, dropping them on the floor before slipping them on after struggling to not just pick his feet up and put the shoes on with both hands. He kept doing that, but it was probably to be expected. He knew that he'd lost his real arm, but there hadn't been a time in a very long time where he didn't have that prosthetic attached to him. [[Good morning everyone x3 ]] Clint made the effort to look for shoes , but leaned back when he saw Wanda had found them. Though he stifled a chuckle at the awkward attempt to put said shoes on, the amused avenger was obvious. T'Challa, however, waited patiently in case Bucky lost his balance; not wanting unnecessary falls or yet another awkward moment of getting him back up. 'They are hopefully finished, or balance may be a problem' He thought quietly, before turning to Wanda. "Are the others still out? Or have some returned?" Clint shook a head for his group, but didn't elaborate. In fact, his hand slid into his right pocket and pulled out a burner phone; ready to check for any messages received. Though he had put it on the heaviest vibrate mode he could find, the archer just wanted to make sure. [[ morning! ]] Natasha, had in fact, sent him a message. It had been a week or two since she had started talking to any of them again, but Clint had been the first. She still hadn't made an actual appearance, but after Steve had vanished and weird stuff had started going down at Stark Tower, she had informed that she was on her way to the Wakandan palace. The test read the following, " Just landed. Gonna be there in thirty. Tell T'Challa to tell his guards not to stop me at the gate." It had been sent about twenty-five minutes ago, so she would be arriving soon enough. She'd flown in from Russia, actually, where she'd apparently been doing some 'thinking.' Thinking was normally code word for remembering painful events wit her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 8:49:56 GMT -5
((I'll tell you how it is once I get to it~ XD I'm currently researching Sherlock to get back the feel since we're rp'ing And lol you're doing great!! They're really on character XD ah I love this RP so much))
Dee accepted back his computer, impressed that Sherlock had found what he was looking for so quickly. He passed his computer to Evangeline, just so she could also peek at the phone number that Sherlock had found. We'll leave the phone number for Sherlock to find. Evangeline took a screenshot and handed it back. She had another thought in mind, and that was the man's hotel. She knew the police had the hotel card, and that Sherlock knew the police, perhaps they could convince the police to let them search the hotel room the victim was in? Hopeful thoughts. "We need to look into his hotel room." She suggested so everyone could hear. "And as fast as possible too, God knows if the man's murderer had touched it already. We need to use the hotel card." In the mean time she also wanted to learn of the man's actual address, and of course, that was another job for Dee. "Dee keep digging, I want his address, his home address, and possibly other information about his family too." Evangeline pointed to Dee. "I want data, data, data, everything please; I can't make bricks without clay." With that she turned towards Sherlock, who was hopefully waking towards the inspector. Yes, two directives that needed to use the evidence, that ought to give him a headache.
((Lol I managed to stuff a quote Sherlock used in the series XD u think he'll notice?)) As soon as she said hotel card, Sherlock was on his feet. Sure, she could come and grab it if she wanted to, but he was the one who always asked Lestrade for stuff and then got what he wanted. So, he marched over to the man, who was with Sally and Anderson, both as clearly disgusted by Sherlock as ever, and said simply, "I need Crawford's hotel card." "What? Sherlock, we literally just bagged evidence," Lestrade said in his normal snippy tone, eyes flickering in between Holmes and this lady who had come up behind him. Was he working with someone? "No, I need it now. Someone might be going to his hotel room already to erase important information. If we don't get there first, half your investigation could be botched," Sherlock informed like he was talking to some kind of small child, "come on, Lestrade. When have I ever actually destroyed evidence?" "Three times," Sally informed, "in the past month alone." Sherlock sighed, "W-well I'll let John hold it. Look, I've got people helping me too! I'm not going to destroy anything." Lestrade's eyes turned to Evangeline, looking her over before he replied, "Yes, I see that, who permitted you to be here Miss...?"
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 3, 2016 9:12:22 GMT -5
((Morning!!! XD I have time for a few more posts before I have to head off to bed X3 but I'll stay for as long as possible~ ))
"House. Evangeline House." Part of her wanted to retort with Sherlock's remark of "helping him" but part of her just wanted to let it go. They were wasting time already, and deciding to retort probably wasn't the best idea at the moment. She thought for a moment about how to explain where she got her permission. Since Doctor Watson was so keen on protecting Mycroft's privacy (cuz God knows what'll happen if Sherlock ever finds out), she thought she should be subtle. "My uh, client, gave me clearance for crime scene investigation." Evangeline dug a piece of paperwork out of her trench coat pocket and handed it over to Lestrade, the paper being folded. She did it as possible too to make sure Sherlock didn't see. But she wasn't sure if her efforts were worth anything though, Sherlock had a keen eye for everything. "I heard of you somewhere I believe." One of the police standing next to inspector Lestrade spoke, looking at his badge, which stuck out of his pocket, he must be Anderson. "Yeah, you're that young private eye from.. Croydon." it took him a while to remember the district name. "Yes." Evangeline answered quite simply, the look on the police's face wasn't exactly the best. He looked quite unimpressed, just like how he was looking at Sherlock. "Fancy they would be working together." The female police next to him mused, though in a lower whisper, but just enough for both Sherlock and Evangeline to hear. God I don't like them already. Evangeline reflected. She had no doubt Sherlock also hated them in the same ways. It wasn't uncommon for police to dislike detectives. They did their job for them, which was all the time, and maybe that made them feel a bit useless and unbalanced mentally. Eh, detectives just get used to them.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 9:32:29 GMT -5
[[ okay! ]]
Sherlock, like she had assumed he would, almost painfully craned his neck to see what name was written on the paper. As Lestrade scanned it over, glancing at Sherlock before he held it out to her, the detective spotted a name. Did that say Holmes? "Give me that," he suddenly snapped, ripping the paper out of Lestrade's hand and flipping it over to scan down the front Mycroft Holmes. You had to be kidding. "No, no way," he began, well aware that he mouth was going to run and he was going to be stuck in an endless circle of blabbering. Lestrade, on the other hand, cringed, and then looked pityingly to Evangeline before sighing, "I'll... I'll go and get your hotel card." And with that he disappeared around one of the police cars, to the van where they kept the bagged evidence, leaving Evangeline and Sherlock and Sally and Anderson, the latter two looking quite confused and disgusted. "...I am not working with you," Sherlock finally finished, holding the paper out to her with a scowl. There was no way. Mycroft had set him up. God, next time he saw the man he was going to... well, he didn't know what he'd do, but it would be something.
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 3, 2016 9:48:29 GMT -5
A small smile ticked at the edges of Clint's lips as he calmly typed a response, eyes leaving the screen to look at the others while his fingertips expertly hit the screen. 'Can't make any promises, but try and not break them. See you in a few.' It was a good trick, minus autocorrect occasionally managing to beat him, but it helped with keeping up with the conversation. "Well, Natasha should be arriving soon." He started, before glancing at the phone for a moment. "Your guards will hopefully be nice?" "Of course, they have knowledge on who to let in; with reason, that is." T'Challa chuckled, recalling that amusing moment with one of his personal guards and the Black Widow, silently hoping it will not happen again. As much as he would have liked to see just how it was handled, he would have to trust his guards to be courteous. Besides, some of the guards had been his training mates since early adolescence; so he knew how most of them ticked in the first place.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 10:19:33 GMT -5
((So are we still going with the idea of Moriarty being the mastermind? XD I mean it would work since he's a consulting criminal right?))
"Mr. Holmes!" Evangeline found herself calling out after him for some unknown reason. Was it because she actually enjoyed having someone else know what's going on in a crime investigation? He didn't even wait for Lestrade to return with the hotel key yet, and that certainly didn't feel like Sherlock at all. But whatever happens, they shouldn't just split roads because of something so trivial as this right? Evangeline thought to herself. Yeah nope it sounds even worse when I think it out loud. This must be really serious for Sherlock... Her mind sped up quickly as she tried to think of a way to calm the fury that is right now Sherlock Holmes. When Lestrade returned with the key bagged in a plastic bag that was labeled "evidence", she only had time to say a quick thank you before turning back and almost running to keep up with Sherlock's pace. But then she had an idea. The doctor. Doctor Watson. The person in question was standing just ahead of her, towards the direction where Sherlock was going. He seemed really confused at what Sherlock was angry at, but with Evangeline pointing frantically in the background, Evangeline hoped the man would get an idea and somehow help them. Sidekicks were amazingly useful in these tense situations, and judging by what she had seen: Doctor Watson may be the only person that can fix this situation. [[ yeah, that works. ]] Oh god. John grimaced as Sherlock came barreling towards him, his ranting and raving starting up all over again as he came to a stop. With a quick glance over the man's shoulder at Evangeline, and just listening to what was being said, he knew that Sherlock had found out who had hired Miss House and Dee in the first place. This wasn't going to be easy to reconcile. "Sherlock," he began, trying to suck in another breath, but not succeeding as Sherlock cut in: "John, I cannot work with someone who my brother hired clearly to spite me!" "Sherlock, I know, but we have to. Mycroft hired them, and now we're all here, so no one is leaving, and-" "That's it, John! We can just quit the case. Easy, done." No, no that wasn't it. "No, we can't just quit the case, Sherlock. Come on, can't you work with these people for a couple of days? You'll never have to see them again." Sherlock grimaced. He worked alone, well, with John, but alone. He didn't want anyone, especially his nosy old brother, interfering with that. But, he did want to stay on the case, it was interesting... "Fine," he finally spat, "but I am not haring a car with those two."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 10:25:27 GMT -5
A small smile ticked at the edges of Clint's lips as he calmly typed a response, eyes leaving the screen to look at the others while his fingertips expertly hit the screen. 'Can't make any promises, but try and not break them. See you in a few.' It was a good trick, minus autocorrect occasionally managing to beat him, but it helped with keeping up with the conversation. "Well, Natasha should be arriving soon." He started, before glancing at the phone for a moment. "Your guards will hopefully be nice?" "Of course, they have knowledge on who to let in; with reason, that is." T'Challa chuckled, recalling that amusing moment with one of his personal guards and the Black Widow, silently hoping it will not happen again. As much as he would have liked to see just how it was handled, he would have to trust his guards to be courteous. Besides, some of the guards had been his training mates since early adolescence; so he knew how most of them ticked in the first place. " I'm pulling in the front. Already had to down about six of them (; see you in a few," Natasha texted back almost immediately. She was pulling in, but security had let her through quickly enough after a quick retinal scan and a glance at her I.D. The driveway was huge though, and T'Challa's palace was perched halfway up the mountainside. It was gonna take her at least fifteen minutes, maybe twenty if one of the Dora Milaje decided that they didn't like her. Wanda chuckled softly. "The guards are nice to no one," she confirmed with a small raise of her brows, especially women. Whatever had happened to girl power? But, oh well. "The guards are nice to me," Bucky put in softly, running a hand through his hair. It had gotten longer. He hoped there was some place around here where they could cut it.
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 3, 2016 10:43:40 GMT -5
((Great! Well this is going to be my last post today XD off to sleep for me! But feel fee to still post your part though ill just catch up in the morning And probably dream up some more ideas while I'm at it XD))
When Evangeline arrived next to the two, she just happened to hear the last sentence of their conversation. So the issue is somewhat resolved. Thank goodness. Thank you Doctor Watson. she silently said inside her. But she didn't care to stick around much, Sherlock probably had a load of rage that he was ready to forward onto her if she doesn't leave soon enough. "Hotel Fitzgerald." She said one quick sentence and jogged away to where Dee was. She figured she should at least give them the location since she never planned to give them the key. Given Sherlock's current attitude, who knows if he'll lock them out of the room later? Just to be safe. "Something's happened hasn't it?" Dee noticed her out-of-breath look. "He found out?" "Well yes..." Answered Evangeline, sounding sarcastically obvious. "I may have ticked off Sherlock Holmes because he found out about the identity of our lovely client." Dee said nothing but nudge his glasses up a bit. He knew it did happen, and of course, he also knew that the doctor had somehow already fixed it. Otherwise Evangeline wouldn't be so calm right now. "We should go." She added. "Where?" "The hotel." Dee started packing up but he still had something to say, yet Evangeline was already a few steps ahead of him, like always. "I did find out more about the victim, shall I inform you about that?" He called after her, then suddenly realized that he probably should have done so a bit quieter. "Tell me on the way." She replied. "We have to find our own cab."
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 3, 2016 10:52:26 GMT -5
"Ignore them." T'Challa shook his head, albeit in disappointment. Sometimes he wondered if the guards would have actually listened when his father was still around, but he liked to hope that it wasn't the case. The sudden death had affected the whole royal Palace greatly, but T'Challa was trying his best to keep spirits high. "They are just irritated that I keep my personal guards in the female category; either that, or they like having their rears handed to them when the Dora Milaje find out." Clint rolled his eyes at that, having seen some of the training bouts first hand, and chuckled. "It wouldn't kill them to be nicer though, because I'm not sure if Nat's wink face is a joke or not..." He pocketed the phone as he talked, having typed 'Just ask someone to point you to the medbay; Barnes is awake.', and folded his arms once more.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 18:38:43 GMT -5
[[ sorry for the poof .-. my friend came over. ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 20:25:28 GMT -5
((Great! Well this is going to be my last post today XD off to sleep for me! But feel fee to still post your part though ill just catch up in the morning And probably dream up some more ideas while I'm at it XD))
When Evangeline arrived next to the two, she just happened to hear the last sentence of their conversation. So the issue is somewhat resolved. Thank goodness. Thank you Doctor Watson. she silently said inside her. But she didn't care to stick around much, Sherlock probably had a load of rage that he was ready to forward onto her if she doesn't leave soon enough. "Hotel Fitzgerald." She said one quick sentence and jogged away to where Dee was. She figured she should at least give them the location since she never planned to give them the key. Given Sherlock's current attitude, who knows if he'll lock them out of the room later? Just to be safe. "Something's happened hasn't it?" Dee noticed her out-of-breath look. "He found out?" "Well yes..." Answered Evangeline, sounding sarcastically obvious. "I may have ticked off Sherlock Holmes because he found out about the identity of our lovely client." Dee said nothing but nudge his glasses up a bit. He knew it did happen, and of course, he also knew that the doctor had somehow already fixed it. Otherwise Evangeline wouldn't be so calm right now. "We should go." She added. "Where?" "The hotel." Dee started packing up but he still had something to say, yet Evangeline was already a few steps ahead of him, like always. "I did find out more about the victim, shall I inform you about that?" He called after her, then suddenly realized that he probably should have done so a bit quieter. "Tell me on the way." She replied. "We have to find our own cab." [[ okay xD well, i poofed for the day, so i'm replying now. ]] Hotel Fitzgerald. Sherlock knew where that was, and as Evangeline went off with Dee, he was already headed for the road. John was right behind him, moving along as fast as his legs could carry him. That was one of the (many) disadvantages of having such a tall friend, but he wasn't about to complain as Sherlock whistled to hail a taxi. The car sped over at light speed, seeing the man waving for it. And Sherlock hopped in, John right behind him. "The Fitzgerald Hotel," Sherlock commanded more than requested, "and step on it. I'll pay you extra." With that, the cab sped off, leaving Dee and Evangeline behind to find their own way. "Sherlock, don't you think it's kinda rude to make them get their own cab? There's plenty of room," John mumbled after a minute. There was a moment of silence from the detective, who was viciously texting his brother, but after a moment he mumbled, "Just because I agreed to work with them doesn't mean I'm going to share my space with them, John." God forbid they ever came back to 221B.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 20:31:27 GMT -5
"Ignore them." T'Challa shook his head, albeit in disappointment. Sometimes he wondered if the guards would have actually listened when his father was still around, but he liked to hope that it wasn't the case. The sudden death had affected the whole royal Palace greatly, but T'Challa was trying his best to keep spirits high. "They are just irritated that I keep my personal guards in the female category; either that, or they like having their rears handed to them when the Dora Milaje find out." Clint rolled his eyes at that, having seen some of the training bouts first hand, and chuckled. "It wouldn't kill them to be nicer though, because I'm not sure if Nat's wink face is a joke or not..." He pocketed the phone as he talked, having typed 'Just ask someone to point you to the medbay; Barnes is awake.', and folded his arms once more. " Just pulled up to the front. Be up in a few," Natasha texted back a moment later as she swung herself out of the car. The driver got out and went to the trunk, handing her her bags. She tipped him in the Wakandan currency she'd gotten at the airport exchange, and headed through the doors. After a putdown and a quick search through her bags, she asked someone to direct her to the med bay. About one elevator, two flights of stairs, and a lot of hallways later, she knocked on the door and pushed her way into the room, striding up to Clint first and wrapping him in a bag laden hug from behind. "Hey, Barton."
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 3, 2016 20:50:58 GMT -5
((Did you have a good time with your friend? XD))
"So what'd you find out?" Evangeline watched the other two go off and waved for another taxi that was just turning into the curb. She didn't waste any time though, she still wanted to know what Dee discovered. "Plenty." Dee replied just as the cab pulled in. Evangeline opened the door and went in, and Dee followed her. He heard her give the taxi driver the location, but she soon turned her attention back to him. "The man's divorced." Dee continued, the can going onto the road now and driving towards the destinations. "And more than once too. Tons of affairs were linked to him, tons of girlfriends. He had a total of three wives and all of whom are right now divorced. Three children, but he took care of none of them. This would in turn mean three houses." "Does he not have a house on his own?" Evangeline proposed. "If he's so free-spirited, shouldn't he?" "That's the part where it gets a little weird." "What'd you mean by that?" "Ian Crawford is American alright, but all his records show that he's stayed in London more than he stayed in his home country." "His house is in London?" "Precisely." Interesting... But that only makes the case more difficult... Why would he bother getting a hotel then? Evangeline suddenly pulled out her phone and started texting, making Dee very confused. "Who...?" "Am I texting?"Evangeline finished. "Doctor Watson." Dee didn't bother asking why but shot her a look of confusion. "We already ticked Mr. Holmes off enough, might as well give him some of the clues we find. At least we can be a bit more sincere." She replied, finishing the text. "I'm more confused as to how you got his number..." Dee started and trailed off, because at this point he sort of knew what the answer would be. "His blog."
"Ian Crawford lives in London. Why would he need a hotel? -House."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 21:06:28 GMT -5
[[ yeah! we watched lord of the rings, numbers one and two. ]]
John was twiddling his fingers in his lap as they rode when he felt his phone vibrate against his leg. He picked it up, squinting at the seemingly random number and text message for a moment, but then he realized that it had to be Dee or Evangeline, but it was more than likely the latter. Her last name was House, yeah?
"I don't know. I'll ask Sherlock. Give me a moment. -JW."
"Sherlock," he said aloud after a moment of internal deliberation, "why would Ian Crawford rent a hotel room if he lives in London?" The detective looked up from his cursing out of Mycroft, raising an eyebrow before asking, "And you know that how?" "Miss House texted me. What do you think?" John hoped that he could just cooperate for five seconds. Five bloody seconds. That's all he needed or wanted from him right now, but it looked like the detective's wheels were beginning to turn, so he relaxed. And, a moment later, he got an answer. "He knew what sort of trouble he was in. No one wants to make a mess in their house like that, on a public block on a public street. Maybe Ian Crawford knew he was going to die?" He fell silent again, so John picked up his phone once more and texted a quick:
"Crawford could've known his killer and what he'd do... Where was his house? -JW."
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 3, 2016 21:23:28 GMT -5
(( Oh that sounds so great! XD and its lord of the rings too! the best thing that happened in my life <3 ))
"So, where was his house, Dee?" Evangeline stared at the phone screen and requested Dee's knowledge. But she suspected he didn't know that much as well, given he didn't say anything about an address at all. "Unfortunately, I found nothing regarding that." Dee replied, sighing. "The guy no doubt is quite secretive about his hiding place." But he chose a hotel room... Evangeline leaned back and the gears in her head started turning. That means he knew his house wasn't so safe after all. But wait... Given all the data and evidence they have collected so far, Crawford wouldn't just randomly decide to go to a hotel. He was trying to direct the attention away, perhaps? "Do you suppose our client could help us with finding the address?" Evangeline turned her heads towards Dee. "You could certainly try. But I doubt mister Holmes is going to like it." Dee answered. It was quite obvious that of course Sherlock wouldn't like it, but for a man as secretive as Ian Crawford, perhaps their client Mycroft was their own source of finding that address. "He's not going to find out." No, Evangeline as sure he would find it eventually, like he always finds out about everything. But this was important. She returned her attention back to the phone, texted Watson, then changed to another contact- Mycroft Holmes.
"We'll try to locate the address. -House"
"I need a favour. -House"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 21:37:18 GMT -5
[[ lord of the rings is literally my favorite trilogy of movies ever <3 ]]
"Okay. Thanks. -JW." "They're currently trying to find out where exactly he lived, Sherlock," he informed as he put his phone away again, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back onto the fabric seat. Sherlock scoffed softly, shaking his head and mumbling, "Good luck with that." People like Ian Crawford were secretive and secluded. They didn't like to have their addresses just about anywhere online, or in personal contacts, even. Maybe if they had to damn phone they'd be able to find it, but they didn't.
Meanwhile, Mycroft was in a meeting while just about everyone that he'd ever spoken to was texting him. His phone buzzed once again against his thigh, and with a grimace he picked it up. Two from Sherlock, unanswered by him, and both completely obscene in content, and one from Evangeline House. A favor? He sighed, tapping on his phone screen with his thumb before standing, excusing himself quietly, and walking out of the room. He pulled his phone up in front of him again with a sigh, unlocking it and opening Sherlock's texts just to clear the notifications. He then moved on to Evangeline, opening the message from her with a quiet sigh. "And what is that? -MH."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 22:22:43 GMT -5
[[ same xD like, i think i can recite it line for line. ]]
A pause. Mycroft stared at his phone, blinking as another text from Sherlock popped up, and then Miss Evangeline House. "Anything for you. -MH." The cynicism was nearly tangible just in the text, but he did start for his office, albeit as slowly as possibly, but he did start for his office. He could probably get everything she needed to know within moments, and quite easily too. There was no need to rush. He himself did think that this case was just a bit fishy, that was why he had given it to Evangeline and Dee as well, after all, but he felt no immediate danger for them or for his brother and his friend. After all, it was a hotel. There were people everywhere, and it was broad daylight. What could go wrong.
"Copy that. The room number's 2201?" -JW." John stepped out of the car, clutching his phone as Sherlock paid the cabby before climbing out as well, looking the hotel up and down. The street was bustling, since they had come near the center part of the city. It was... well, John assumed it would be easy to not stand out in a crowd around here, but he didn't say anything as he made for the doors. Sherlock kept in stride with him this time instead of hurrying ahead, silent, and hands shoved in his pockets as he headed through the sliding glass doors. John could see Dee and Evangeline on the other side of the lobby, but he didn't hurry to catch up. He assumed that Sherlock wouldn't want to ride in the same elevator as them either, and he was right. As soon as the detective spotted them, he grumbled under his breath: "We're taking a different elevator."
[[ that sounds 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 3, 2016 22:37:58 GMT -5
((I swear the entire movie is just full of quotes that are worthy to be recited XD Pshhhh Mycroft "what could go wrong" i dunno XD like how about everything?? XD))
"Much appreciated. -House" That was the last text she sent before going up the elevator and up to the 22nd floor. She expected Mycroft to agree to help, after all, why would he give up another opportunity to troll his brother? But this all seemed rather weird, including why Mycroft hired them as well. It was a given fact that Mycroft and Sherlock didn't get along well, but he wouldn't just hire other detectives for a case just for that sole purpose. He saw something in this case that weren't in most other cases Sherlock had solved, and perhaps he deemed that he needed help this time. Mycroft was a careful man, and despite everything he does to Sherlock, quite a trustworthy man at that. Something big was going on, and something big was indeed behind this whole case itself. "What'd he say?" Dee spoke up beside her, pushing his glasses up. "He'd do it." She answered. The elevator gave off a "ding" and they arrived at their desired floor. The wallpaper and even the floor tiles alone gave off and extravagant air. The air of excess. Evangeline highly disliked these places. With not a moment to lose, they made off for 2201, but she didn't open the door right away. She had no doubt if she went in ahead of Sherlock, it's only tick him off more. "I really don't like where this is going, Dee." She finally admitted. "What'd you mean?" "Whoever' actually behind all this? I have a feeling he's not going to be easy to deal with."
((Btw I did dream up an idea yesterday night about Moriarty XD I thought maybe he wanted to play another "game" with Sherlock but didn't know Evangeline was gonna turn up. And maybe he could do something to purposefully cause a drift between them and then try get rid of her and get Sherlock to play the game "alone"?))
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