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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 23:07:29 GMT -5
[[ true xD plus, half of it is memes. they never think anything could go wrong. ]]
When John didn't get a response, he decided that they would just go to 2201. If they weren't there, then John would actually call House. They rode up the elevator in silence, John leaning on the banister, and Sherlock standing rigidly in front of the door. Thankfully, no one tried to get in, and they successfully reached the floor where the suite was located. Sherlock stepped out, and John after him, breathing a sigh of relief as he saw Evangeline and Dee, raising a hand in greeting as he followed behind the detective. "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go in," Sherlock said even before he was even near the two of them and the door to the room. He wanted to go in first, yes, but he wanted to go inside in general. This room could solve the case, or not, and either prospect was exciting. He was having fun, but at the same time he wanted to be rid of Evangeline and Other John. But, at the same time... he didn't. Not because they didn't annoy him, but because they were making things just a tad more interesting than they normally were.
[[ hey, that sounds fine with me. also, sorry my replies are getting crappy. it's always like this at night. ]]
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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 23:23:39 GMT -5
((ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY JUST LOVE LORD OF THE RINGS XD And also don't worry about it XD everything's good :3))
Evangeline stepped in after Sherlock, leaving Dee to walk in after Doctor Watson. The room was huge. And by huge she actually meant "huge". Three rooms in total connected into one- one of them being the lounge area, with nice comfy sofas situated around a table, there was even a nice bar area on the right corner. Extravagant. Evangeline thought to herself. But clearly, Ian Crawford did not spend a lot of time here at all. Everything was too spotless, not even a wrinkle on the sofa. Whatever Crawford was up to, he certainly didn't stay here for long, he didn't intend this to be a long stay. It was probably only for the meeting. They proceeded on to the second room, a study of some sort where a computer sat nicely above a tabletop. The third room ahead was no doubt the bedroom. Evangeline leaned on the doorway to take a quick peek. Again. The bedroom was also spotless. There was, however, an opened luggage next to the bed. The luggage was emptied already. We're a step too late. Feeling a sudden sense of anger, Evangeline banged one of her fists against the wall. Gosh darn it. "House." Dee's voice came from the study room, drawing Evangeline's attention. He had put on gloves already for inspection, exactly what Evangeline forgot to do. She walked over, joining his side, and noticed him holding... Is that a phone? "Where'd you find this?" Evangeline asked, but she didn't take the phone yet. She took out a pair of gloves from her trench coat, preparing to put them on. "In the drawer of the computer table." He replied. But Evangeline sensed the tone of unsure-ness in his voice. "It's strange though. I don't think it's his phone." "What?" "It's empty."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 23:48:10 GMT -5
[[ TRUE. okay xD i'm so tired. i may disappear to the realm of sleep. ]]
At the mention of 'phone,' Sherlock was right there, peering over Dee and Evangeline to get a look at it. It may have been a touch screen, but it certainly hadn't cost a pretty penny. "Definitely not his phone. That's cheap, drugstore quality in fact. Whoever left it could've bought it at any store up and down this street..." he was pulling the pair of gloves he carried on too, snapping them at his wrists, "can I see it?" Without waiting for an answer, per usual, he took it from Dee's hand and flipped it around in his palm, brow furrowing as he turned it on. Dee was right, there was nothing. The texts were empty, the photos were empty, and there were no apps but the presets. He sighed angrily, about to hand it back when suddenly, there was message. "I love seeing you all frazzled." What? Sherlock glanced around the room, at Dee and Evangeline on either side, and then back at John. He looked back down at the phone. There was another text. "Check the cabinet, honey." He looked up, shoving the phone roughly back into Dee's hands. Where...? His brows raised as he caught site of a big cabinet to the right of them, with the door slightly ajar... Sherlock kicked into gear, basically shoving past Evangeline and throwing open the cabinet, half expecting to see someone inside. No one, nothing but a... was that a webcam? He reached to grab it, but then rethought. He didn't want to disrupt the signal just yet.
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 3, 2016 23:58:27 GMT -5
[[*crawls in* When you have a family get-together but you know nobody there; and the wifi is down...and they made me dance rip me xD But Good Morning, everyone ]]
Clint didn't look towards the door when it opened, but a smile graced his face when he felt a pressure on his back. Chuckling, he craned his head backwards so he could actually see Natasha, before he quipped back. "Nice of you to join us, Romanov." He wouldn't say it out loud amongst the others, but it was immensely great that she was here to help; especially since contact was minimal after Steve infiltrated The Raft. T'Challa, giving a welcoming nod, greeted Nat like he would greet anyone. "Hope you had a pleasant flight, and that the guards were not as irritating." The latter part of the greeting came out as a joke, laced with a smile from the King. He was about to add onto that statement when a vibration in his pocket caught his interest; pulling out the phone and taking the call. A few moments ticked by as he spoke a foreign language, switching to English in sudden intervals as his eyebrow raised. It was his delegation team in New York. Looking around the room once more, he shook his head sadly.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 0:08:23 GMT -5
[[ morning! and i'm so sorry. that sounds horrible xD ]]
"It was fine," Natasha replied, letting go of Clint and standing with her bag dangling at her side as T'Challa took his call. She spoke only a couple key phrases of Wakandan, along with a few random words, but from the look on his face and what she could pick out, it wasn't good news. The shake of the head confirmed it. She ran her free hand down her face, and heard Wanda audibly sigh behind her. Bucky, as she glanced over at him, just looked concerned. She hated Tony for what he had done to the man, and all of them really, but god... she hoped that they were at least missing though, and not dead. Please, anything but dead. The anxiety in the room was permeable as the four of them waited for T'Challa to finish up on the phone and tell them what exactly was happening. None of them wanted the worst, clearly.
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 4, 2016 0:26:22 GMT -5
((LOTR is the best XD Sorry for the delay I was eating lunch DX ))
What... What just happened... This basically summed up Evangeline's reaction to everything that was just then happening around her. Sherlock suddenly taking the phone, and the phone suddenly vibrated with an odd ringtone and then... There were messages...? She didn't even pay heed to Sherlock shoving her away when the second message arrived, but she was sure curious to see what the messages were. Judging by the look on both Sherlock and Doctor Watson's face, something was happening. Actually mostly it was just Sherlock's expression that interested her, the doctor was just was confused as ever, not knowing what's happening. After Sherlock roughly shoved the phone back to Dee's hands, Evangeline quickly took it over, not even minding that one of her hands was still ungloved. But seeing the messages didn't exactly make her life better either. If anything, it made it more confusing. And now looking to Sherlock, he had opened the cabinet, like the text message had asked. Is that... A webcam? a slight sense of fear slowly started to creep up her spine, but she suppressed it. She never liked being watched, by anyone. Someone had been watching them, and god knows if the person had been watching them since the very beginning? Just.. Who is this person? Why is he calling Sherlock "honey"? She looked to Doctor Watson, who was still looking as dumbfounded as ever. When they made eye contact, she handed him the phone. Maybe the doctor knows what's going on.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 0:35:11 GMT -5
[[ it's okay!! i think i'm going to bed. i'll talk to you guys when i awaken from my slumber. ]]
John took the phone, almost fumbling it as he read the green. Who in the the hell was this? "Hi, John (;" The doctor didn't reply, but he didn't need to. A moment later, another message came in. A picture of... was that his back? He whipped around, face growing near furious as he expected someone to be standing there in the doorway, photographing them. But, there was no one. There was what appeared to be a camera situated on the TV stand, in just the right position to take a picture. John nearly shuddered at that, glancing around the room. "Look," he said after a moment, pointing to yet another camera in one of the bookshelves, one tucked almost behind the blinds on the windowsill. He was beginning to feel just a bit ill. This reminded him of... "John, are you thinking the same thing I'm thinking?" Sherlock asked after a moment, shutting the cabinet door with a clang and spinning around, glancing in between the three faces in the room. Ha. Well, he didn't want to be thinking it, but John was pretty sure he was. "It couldn't be, he's..." "Dead? John looked down as the phone buzzed, hurrying over to Evangeline and Sherlock to show them. "You didn't think it was that easy, did you, Sherlock? Evangeline? Didn't you miss me?" John was very sure he was going to throw up.
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 4, 2016 1:35:39 GMT -5
((Kks! XD hope you have a good slumber :3))
For some reason, everything that had happened so far made Evangeline both confused, and admittedly, kind of nauseous. So many questions popped into her head all at once she suddenly lost her ability to focus and think. When that last message flashed into her vision, she had to take a moment to release all that tension. She closed her eyes tightly and turned around, massaging her temples as she did so. "House, are you okay?" Dee, despite being so confused himself, caught the abnormality in Evangeline's behaviour. "Me? Fine. Yes I'm fine. Fine." Evangeline reassured. She just needed a short moment to look into her mind, her mind palace. She missed something, she was rejecting something obvious, she had to know what it was. "John, are you thinking the same thing in thinking?" "I love seeing you all frazzled." "It couldn't be.. He's..." "You didn't think it was that easy, did you..." The past replayed in her mind as she tried to decipher them. But she knew she was purposefully ruling out a possible answer. Yet, once she had gone over all the other possibilities, nothing was left. When you have eliminated all the impossible, whatever remains must be the truth. How...? She looked back at where Sherlock was standing, her mouth starting to form words, but she couldn't get them out. But he's dead, he shot himself didn't he? it was huge on the news, it was huge everywhere including Sherlock's faked death. Of course they didn't find out he faked his death until way later, but the other guy... He's... "Jim Moriarty...?" Whatever she managed to say turned out as a low whisper, but probably audible enough for everyone to hear. How... How did he know who I am? It was a stupid question to ask herself, but she was as confused as ever. This all, had just proven- she was right to have a bad feeling about everything.
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 4, 2016 8:02:11 GMT -5
[[ morning! and i'm so sorry. that sounds horrible xD ]] "It was fine," Natasha replied, letting go of Clint and standing with her bag dangling at her side as T'Challa took his call. She spoke only a couple key phrases of Wakandan, along with a few random words, but from the look on his face and what she could pick out, it wasn't good news. The shake of the head confirmed it. She ran her free hand down her face, and heard Wanda audibly sigh behind her. Bucky, as she glanced over at him, just looked concerned. She hated Tony for what he had done to the man, and all of them really, but god... she hoped that they were at least missing though, and not dead. Please, anything but dead. The anxiety in the room was permeable as the four of them waited for T'Challa to finish up on the phone and tell them what exactly was happening. None of them wanted the worst, clearly. [[ I have a meme folder for LOTR and I'm proud of it 2k16 It wasn't that bad, but I think I look like an awkward dancing giraffe when I attempt to dance xD]] T'Challa didn't want to hold the rest in suspense, eyes blinking to show he was almost done, before listening intently to the person on the other side of the phone. Seconds later and a grateful farewell, the Wakandan king slipped the phone back into his pocket with a sigh. "That was one of my advisers, and they have just left Mr. Stark's tower." He started. "One of the United Nation's employees stated that Tony and his associates were on a mission, but there seemed to have been some break-in on the higher floors." Clint, frowning deeply, responded. "So there was probably a struggle; they could have made it out safely or they could have been caught...That doesn't prove that they are with Steve, however." Although the archer was concerned for everyone, despite the latter group being mostly responsible for his seeration from his family, he had to think of how both sudden disappearances could or could not be linked. For one, it could be a red herring. "For now, we will have to consider them linked."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 10:28:32 GMT -5
((Kks! XD hope you have a good slumber :3))
For some reason, everything that had happened so far made Evangeline both confused, and admittedly, kind of nauseous. So many questions popped into her head all at once she suddenly lost her ability to focus and think. When that last message flashed into her vision, she had to take a moment to release all that tension. She closed her eyes tightly and turned around, massaging her temples as she did so. "House, are you okay?" Dee, despite being so confused himself, caught the abnormality in Evangeline's behaviour. "Me? Fine. Yes I'm fine. Fine." Evangeline reassured. She just needed a short moment to look into her mind, her mind palace. She missed something, she was rejecting something obvious, she had to know what it was. "John, are you thinking the same thing in thinking?" "I love seeing you all frazzled." "It couldn't be.. He's..." "You didn't think it was that easy, did you..." The past replayed in her mind as she tried to decipher them. But she knew she was purposefully ruling out a possible answer. Yet, once she had gone over all the other possibilities, nothing was left. When you have eliminated all the impossible, whatever remains must be the truth. How...? She looked back at where Sherlock was standing, her mouth starting to form words, but she couldn't get them out. But he's dead, he shot himself didn't he? it was huge on the news, it was huge everywhere including Sherlock's faked death. Of course they didn't find out he faked his death until way later, but the other guy... He's... "Jim Moriarty...?" Whatever she managed to say turned out as a low whisper, but probably audible enough for everyone to hear. How... How did he know who I am? It was a stupid question to ask herself, but she was as confused as ever. This all, had just proven- she was right to have a bad feeling about everything. [[ good morning! ]] Sherlock was frozen in his place as he read the texts over and over again. No. It honestly couldn't be possible. He'd seen Moriarty put a gun in his own mouth and blast his brains across a rooftop. There was no way in hell that he could still be breathing, but yet the speech patterns, the connotations of all this... Moriarty had been shown to have stolen a lot of money under different ruses when they looked into him after his death. They couldn't track all of them. Maybe this was one of them, and he'd come back to pay his dues. But how had he come back? "It can't be," he finally managed, snatching back the phone, "I watched him kill himself. It can't be." "Who is this?" -SH," he texted the number, watching the screen with narrowed eyes until the next text came through. That was... that was Jim Moriarty, in his usual Westwood suit, taking a selfie in front of Ian Crawford's dead body. In this room. What the...? Sherlock now thought he was gonna be sick, so he handed the phone to John, who after taking one look at the picture nearly shoved it over to Evangeline.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 10:32:22 GMT -5
[[ morning! and i'm so sorry. that sounds horrible xD ]] "It was fine," Natasha replied, letting go of Clint and standing with her bag dangling at her side as T'Challa took his call. She spoke only a couple key phrases of Wakandan, along with a few random words, but from the look on his face and what she could pick out, it wasn't good news. The shake of the head confirmed it. She ran her free hand down her face, and heard Wanda audibly sigh behind her. Bucky, as she glanced over at him, just looked concerned. She hated Tony for what he had done to the man, and all of them really, but god... she hoped that they were at least missing though, and not dead. Please, anything but dead. The anxiety in the room was permeable as the four of them waited for T'Challa to finish up on the phone and tell them what exactly was happening. None of them wanted the worst, clearly. [[ I have a meme folder for LOTR and I'm proud of it 2k16 It wasn't that bad, but I think I look like an awkward dancing giraffe when I attempt to dance xD]] T'Challa didn't want to hold the rest in suspense, eyes blinking to show he was almost done, before listening intently to the person on the other side of the phone. Seconds later and a grateful farewell, the Wakandan king slipped the phone back into his pocket with a sigh. "That was one of my advisers, and they have just left Mr. Stark's tower." He started. "One of the United Nation's employees stated that Tony and his associates were on a mission, but there seemed to have been some break-in on the higher floors." Clint, frowning deeply, responded. "So there was probably a struggle; they could have made it out safely or they could have been caught...That doesn't prove that they are with Steve, however." Although the archer was concerned for everyone, despite the latter group being mostly responsible for his seeration from his family, he had to think of how both sudden disappearances could or could not be linked. For one, it could be a red herring. "For now, we will have to consider them linked." [[ sickme too though. i am very not graceful. ]] "And all of them are gone?" Wanda asked, crossing her arms over her chest and hugging herself. This, despite her self assurances that it was not, felt like Sukovia all over again. The only comfort she had right now was Clint and Natasha and T'Challa at least being here, and of course the rest of the team that was currently staying in Wakanda. Even Bucky, who upon a small glance actually looked pretty torn up. She couldn't blame him. Not all of Tony's team had been that awful to him, and of course they had all been Steve's friends.
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 4, 2016 10:51:10 GMT -5
[[ My grade are dance-crazy, and then you have me: the one who nods their head to the music xD ]]
Clint, ever the concerned one, turned his eyes towards Wanda and offered a reassuring smile. If he wasn't with the others, the archer would have probably added reassuring words as well; but he didn't want to make her feel awkward or embarrassed. T'Challa nodded in response to Wanda's question, albeit reluctantly, before turning to Bucky again. "If it is a rouge faction of the ones you call HYDRA, then we cannot turn to any global organizations for help; I recall that they are not entirely cleansed of their influence just yet?" Having spent some down time with Captain America himself, T'Challa did recall hearing the tale relating to the dissolving of SHIELD; and he would not want to make the mistake of trusting anyone expect the people who he let into the palace. That, and he didn't want to have Barnes in any situation where HYDRA would try and intervene; something he promised he'd fight against.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2016 11:09:40 GMT -5
[[ my school's not dance crazy, but i know what you mean xD ]]
Natasha gave a small nod. She was pretty sure she knew more about it than most of them did, and she confirmed, "Yeah, there's still a lot of rogue agents, and agents hiding in other organizations. We need to keep this quiet until we figure out what's going on. Did your team find any security footage?" She glanced over at Bucky as he leaned back on the row of cabinets, which made something squeak. He caught her glance and mouthed a sorry, seeming to struggle what to do with his arm for a moment before he simply let it hang down at his side. Oh, Bucky. She felt bad. She'd only heard about his arm after Tony had called her weeks later, and she'd cussed him out for it. She didn't think Barnes remembered, but they'd sort of worked together for awhile. It had been a very long time ago.
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 4, 2016 20:12:34 GMT -5
Oh goodness gracious. Evangeline nearly dropped the phone when doctor Watson handed it over to her. But there was now no need to deny their previous suspicion. That man, in the picture, on the screen, was most definitely Jim Moriarty. She handed the phone over to Dee and walked to the place where the selfie was taken. Spotless. There were no traces. Not a single one. How was that possible? It made Evangeline doubt if she was even looking at the right place. She remembered the picture again. But nope, this was definitely the place, one leg of the computer table was clearly visible in the selfie. How did he do it? She asked herself. This was one of the rare occasions where she didn't know what to deduce because there were just so little evidence left. That, and also the fact that she, and everyone else in the room, was panicking to a certain degree. She was actually quite surprised that Dee managed to stay relatively calmer than her despite his absolute look of confusion and shock he kept on his face. "What do we do?" Finally she managed to speak out a complete sentence, this time turning to Sherlock. If Moriarty did all this, he most definitely had something planned for them. Or wait... Or did he specifically schedule this for Sherlock alone, given that they played such games before? Maybe she was just... An unexpected extra? Extra or not, she knew she would want to get to the bottom of this. She snatched the phone from Dee. "What game are you playing? -House."
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 4, 2016 23:01:05 GMT -5
[[ *keeps Rebecca Black far away* It's Friday yaas xD And I may go watch Suicide Squad today as well ]]
"We've only got each other to trust, for now." T'Challa nodded, before continuing. "Security footage? As a matter of fact, they did; they will send it over a secure network once they get out of range." He replied, before frowning again in thought. The sudden squeak brought him back out, glancing apologetically at Bucky. If he had given some of his time after apprehending Zemo, he was sure he could have helped lighten the anger in the room; then again, it was not his place to be. Whatever occurred in that room was probably not for his intervention anyway. Tilting his head to the side, he formed his words carefully. "I could quickly run and check if the prosthetics division are done, if you'd like?" He added a small smile after the offer, ready to help.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 0:37:07 GMT -5
Oh goodness gracious. Evangeline nearly dropped the phone when doctor Watson handed it over to her. But there was now no need to deny their previous suspicion. That man, in the picture, on the screen, was most definitely Jim Moriarty. She handed the phone over to Dee and walked to the place where the selfie was taken. Spotless. There were no traces. Not a single one. How was that possible? It made Evangeline doubt if she was even looking at the right place. She remembered the picture again. But nope, this was definitely the place, one leg of the computer table was clearly visible in the selfie. How did he do it? She asked herself. This was one of the rare occasions where she didn't know what to deduce because there were just so little evidence left. That, and also the fact that she, and everyone else in the room, was panicking to a certain degree. She was actually quite surprised that Dee managed to stay relatively calmer than her despite his absolute look of confusion and shock he kept on his face. "What do we do?" Finally she managed to speak out a complete sentence, this time turning to Sherlock. If Moriarty did all this, he most definitely had something planned for them. Or wait... Or did he specifically schedule this for Sherlock alone, given that they played such games before? Maybe she was just... An unexpected extra? Extra or not, she knew she would want to get to the bottom of this. She snatched the phone from Dee. "What game are you playing? -House." [[ hello! i went to see suicide squad and went out to dinner with my friend, so it was a good time. ]] "Right now, we have to go," John spoke up, glancing in between the two detectives and Dee. Sherlock wasn't listening though, he could tell. The man was frantically searching the room, literally tearing through the bookshelves for who knows what. "Sherlock!" he called, and when the detective didn't turn around, John did, running a hand down his face with a long sigh. His heart was beating out of his chest. He didn't know what to do. Hell, he didn't think that Sherlock knew what to do right now. The detective was freaking out. "Not one that involves you!!"About five frowny faces followed that, before he texted again: "You do realize that Sherlock doesn't want you here either, right? You just get in the way!" [[ blah, my muse is dead for the night. oops. ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 0:57:11 GMT -5
[[ *keeps Rebecca Black far away* It's Friday yaas xD And I may go watch Suicide Squad today as well ]] "We've only got each other to trust, for now." T'Challa nodded, before continuing. "Security footage? As a matter of fact, they did; they will send it over a secure network once they get out of range." He replied, before frowning again in thought. The sudden squeak brought him back out, glancing apologetically at Bucky. If he had given some of his time after apprehending Zemo, he was sure he could have helped lighten the anger in the room; then again, it was not his place to be. Whatever occurred in that room was probably not for his intervention anyway. Tilting his head to the side, he formed his words carefully. "I could quickly run and check if the prosthetics division are done, if you'd like?" He added a small smile after the offer, ready to help. [[ it was so good <3 ]] "I could walk down with you," Bucky said softly, "I mean, if they're done, it's not really gonna help if I'm still up here." He scratched at the flesh part of his shoulder, dragging his eyes away from T'Challa after a moment. He knew that he and the king were on good terms now, but he couldn't help but remembered that the guy had tried to kill him a least a dozen times. He had thought that he'd killed his father though, so...
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 5, 2016 1:04:42 GMT -5
((wahhh so jealous XD it's not even out in China yet -3- I'll have to watch it when I go back to Canada D: ))
Evangeline fully expected Moriarty to text something along the lines of what he texted. Right now at this moment, with Sherlock frantically tearing through all the things in the background, Dee and Doctor Watson knowing not what to do, it was appropriate to say everything was in pandemonium. "Not one that involves you!!" "You do realize that Sherlock doesn't want you here either, right? You just get in the way!" "... I am not working with you." Her head became suddenly filled with voices, voices that told her of the same thing. That she was just the extra, she wasn't needed, she would just get in the way. Somewhere inside her, she wanted to just walk away from all this. But no, that was not what she would do. The rebellious aspect of her personality flared up. Without even thinking about it twice, she replied: "I will get to the bottom of this." "Whether you like it or not." The other half of her was going to regret this decision so very much, but she wasn't going to care. The unreasonable side of her told her this was what was right. Besides, what's a detective that abandons a client's case?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 1:22:00 GMT -5
[[ when do you get back? xD ]]
There was a beat, and then the following: "Ooo, you're feisty. I like that. You have ten." John, who was peering over Evangeline's shoulder at the screen now, asked, "Ten? Ten what?" He was honestly afraid that he knew. The first time that they had encountered Moriarty, well, the man or someone who worked for him had quite the affinity for building... "Sherlock, we have to get out of this suite!" he suddenly yelled, striding over to the detective, actually grabbing him by the arm, and starting for the door. "Seven." "Dee, Miss House, you too!" John barked out he strode out the door to the suite. Sherlock had fallen silent. John knew that, despite his friend's near constant whining, he could figure it out quicker than most when the situation was dire.
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 5, 2016 1:33:12 GMT -5
((Lol I get back at the end of August (((( it's gonna be another monthhhhhhh ))
Evangeline obediently followed the doctor's orders. If anything, the doctor had experience dealing with Moriarty, so it was wise right now to trust his instinct. For some unknown reason, she still kept the phone clutched in her hand, but it was clear what Moriarty meant when he said "you have ten." Oh wait, now the phone vibrates and it was only "Five." He hid a bomb in the suite. And that was what Sherlock was probably looking for. Now that everything had happened, Evangeline was finally starting to get a hang of what was in store for her future. A consulting criminal... Evangeline grabbed Dee's hand and together they hurried out of the suite, by then the countdown on the phone had reached- "Three." "Wait but what about everyone else in this building?" She yelled out loud, hoping Doctor Watson could hear what she was saying over all the chaos. What about all the innocent people in this hotel that were just enjoying their day and knew nothing of what was happening? "Two." God, no. Oh god no. "One." ... "Time's up."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 1:50:03 GMT -5
[[ oh wow .-. i go back to school on the 26th so. ]]
Sherlock moved like a shadow as he felt and then heard the explosives roar to life behind him. He barely even knew what he was doing as he, being taller, grabbed John with one hand, and pulled his own coat up over the back of his head with the other, hitting the floor with a smack that would've sounded grisly if it could've been heard. He wasn't sure where Dee and Evangeline were, just that they had made it out. Should he have said something about the bomb? Maybe. Had he physically been able to bring himself to? Well, maybe, but it was too late now. The floor was shaking underneath of him, but not crumbling. He could feel the rushing of air and what was probably concrete and furniture and possibly even people falling through now empty space behind him. He didn't care. How was Moriarty alive. How, how, how....
He closed his eyes.
He opened his eyes, sitting up in his mind palace, looking around. It was as pristine as ever, and he got up, beginning to walk. "How does one survive a bullet through the brain and a legal death certificate? You were dead!" he called the last part up to god knows where, though he knew Moriarty couldn't hear him or touch him here. "No, it's not 'how does.' No one can survive that. It's not possible! You're not possible!" He could hear the rumbling, and he could hear it slowing.
He opened his eyes, coughing against the dust in the air, and also realizing that his leg hurt. Craning his neck to look behind him, it was bleeding. Great.
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 5, 2016 2:07:49 GMT -5
((Oh no let's not talk about school XD my uni starts school on September 4th I believe lol id like to enjoy life not thinking about school for a while.))
When the blast came, Evangeline was definitely not prepared, but Dee, being the one that reacted to the situation calmer than her, pulled her into the back of a stone wall that happened to have acted like some sort of barricade against the blow. But the explosives were strong. Following a gigantic sound, Evangeline almost instantly lost her hearing in both ears. The wall behind them gave away, but not completely. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to think about all the images of people in the hotel falling to their deaths through the gigantic hole now apparent on the hotel building. The floor was shaking, the ceiling was shaking, everything was shaking. She kept her eyes shut the whole way, waiting for the shaking to end.
Time's up.
The almost innocent sounding em text message kept popping into her mind, and despite her constant effort to push it away, it didn't disappear. It kept appearing, along with that selfie that Moriarty had took.
The man was dangerous. Oh what was I thinking...
The rumbling slowly subsided, and Evangeline slowly tried to open her eyes. There was a cut on her forehead, she could feel it there. Probably from a falling piece of the ceiling earlier. It stung like a knife wound, yeah ask her how she knew. The trail of blood from the wound followed the curl of her cheek and dripped onto the ground from the tip of her jaw. The air made her cough. All the dust particles irritated her throat. She roughly cleaned it up a bit, swiping her trench coat sleeve across her cheek, her hand came away bloody. Its fine.. It's just a cut... Sometimes she was grateful for her former occupation as a diagnostic doctor. Sure she did quit that job, but the knowledge she had gathered from that job gave her skills. Skills to use in situations like this. Dee was on her right side, suffering about the same damage she did, and he was cleaning up his glasses, which were cracked on the right lens. He's going to be fine too. She looked into her left, and spotted the doctor and Sherlock. The doctor was still coming out of his shock phase, but there was Sherlock. He was not fine. "Mr. Holmes!" When she tried to move, she discovered, fortunately, that her whole body was intact and usable. "Are you okay?" "Try not to move the leg too much, I'll- I'lol try to clean it up-" she was panicking, but all the past experience as a doctor came rushing back at her. When she arrived next to him, she dropped the phone on the ground just in time for it to vibrate as another message came in. "Hope you liked that present. (;"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 2:21:58 GMT -5
[[ fun fun fun .-. ugh i think i'm hitting the hay. talk to you later! ]]
As Evangeline came hobbling over, Sherlock was already shaking his head and flipping himself off of John, who was hacking as he rolled onto his back. "No, it's fine, you're hurt," he told her concisely, just lying on his back for a solid five seconds before he eased himself into a sitting position, looking down at his left leg with a grimace. It wasn't that bad. It seemed as though his calf had been hit with some debris, but just by looking at it he could tell that it wasn't too deep. "You're head," he said after a moment, fishing around in his coat for a moment before producing a handkerchief and holding it out. It was really amazing what shock did for Sherlock Holmes in the way of chivalry, but at the same time, she had a very large gash decorating her forehead. They didn't need more blood on the crime scene. "Jesus, Sherlock, you alright?" John asked as he finally sat up, brushing the plaster dust out of his hair with his hands and staring at his friend's bloodied leg. What the hell had even happened? How long had Sherlock known that there was a bomb in the sweet? "Yes, yes, fine. Help House," Sherlock grunted in reply, pulling his leg closer to him to inspect it further. It was still bleeding, but not that much. It wasn't enough to be worried about at least. What they should've been worried about is the fact that Moriarty was somehow back. It was even dumbfounding Sherlock. All the simpler solutions were much too easy, so he didn't spend much time thinking on them. It had to be something... something insane. It was Moriarty after all. It was never simple. As he watched a piece of plaster fall from the gaping hole in the ceiling, he couldn't help but think that it was always extravagant.
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Aegis☆.
Ravenclaw // Aries // Lawful Neutral // Narnian // Willow-The Mediator // INFP // Phlegmatic
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Post by Aegis☆. on Aug 5, 2016 5:47:01 GMT -5
((Yup!! See you tomorrow! XD have a great night~))
"Much appreciated." Evangeline quickly took the handkerchief and pressed it to the right side of her forehead. Doctor Watson was hurrying to her side, along with Dee from behind her. She slowly sat down on the ground, suddenly tired. How in the world. Just how in the world can someone come back from the dead like that? that was what she was concerned about. The fingers she used to press the handkerchief on her forehead suddenly felt wetness, and she removed it, wincing as she saw the amount of red presented on the white handkerchief. I guess he wouldn't want to have that back. She switched the handkerchief to the other side and pressed it back with her right hand. The ambulance and fire trucks are probably already on their way here, and by then the police would probably want to know how this happened. Then it would be quite a hassle trying to explain how Moriarty came back to life and bombed the place. That wasn't the actual hard part though. People might suspect they did it, if they didn't know them at all. There would be widespread panic, and oh just so much work. Pray the police keeps most of this a secret until they figure out what really was happening. "House, why are you leaning like that?" Dee was a few steps behind her now, and his voice jolted her out of her stance. She wondered why had suddenly gotten so lightheaded all of a sudden. "Leaning like what?" She answered, not really understanding what Dee was saying. "You know you're not supposed to stand up too tall when the air's still full of debris from the explosion." "No it's not that." Dee knelt down next to her, dropping his bag next to him. "Your side. The left side. You're leaning at an awkward angle." What are you talking about...? Following Dee's gaze, she also shifted her attention to where he was looking. Huh, so she had been clutching onto her left side for some reason. Ah... Oh and there's why... As she slowly removed her hand from where it was, it was smeared with blood. The black trench coat she wore was also darker than before and soggy to the touch. "That's funny... It... It didn't hurt... Before?" She found herself just staring at the blood on her left hand. Her subconscious probably blocked out the pain as unimportant when she had other things to worry about. But now that Dee had brought it up, yeah it hurt, it hurt like the Devils. She knew she was entering a stage of shock. She was feeling incredibly lightheaded, her breathing rate was elevated, and she was starting to fall... Backwards? Dee probably caught her though, she didn't feel herself hit the ground. It's okay, remember your training... Keep calm... And actually now that I think back, it was probably from the wooden debris of the blast. "House, stay with me." Whose voice was that, was it Doctor Watson? The ringing in her ears from the explosion was getting worse. And what was Dee doing? "You... You carry spare bandage... when... When we go on cases?" Her voice was shaky from the hyperventilation. But at least she was still conscious. Dee answered something, but Evangeline didn't pay attention to what Dee replied; she was busy focusing on the sirens in the distance. She was going to be okay. All of them were going to be okay. For now.
((Ah I went overboard again XD But yay Doctor Watson can use his doctor skills! ))
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Post by SCP-049 on Aug 5, 2016 7:02:48 GMT -5
[[Eeep I'm so excited; I've heard mixed reviews about it so I really want to find out what happened ]]
"It's no hassle, really." T'Challa shrugged, looking between the rest in the room. "I'd only be a couple of minutes, but since I'm sure they'd like to check if it's okay with you..." Although he was trying to be polite, he didn't know exactly what to say; sure, it was easier when it was a more calm situation, but with the apparent kidnappings in place, T'Challa was out of his element. Clint, rolling his eyes discreetly, looked towards the others. "Okay then, I'm sure your footage should come in soon; and someone should be there to compare it to any footage taken here, right?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 9:13:00 GMT -5
[[ i'm gonna work on replies for this now. i also changed by screen name, in case you didn't notice xD ]]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 9:57:21 GMT -5
((Yup!! See you tomorrow! XD have a great night~))
"Much appreciated." Evangeline quickly took the handkerchief and pressed it to the right side of her forehead. Doctor Watson was hurrying to her side, along with Dee from behind her. She slowly sat down on the ground, suddenly tired. How in the world. Just how in the world can someone come back from the dead like that? that was what she was concerned about. The fingers she used to press the handkerchief on her forehead suddenly felt wetness, and she removed it, wincing as she saw the amount of red presented on the white handkerchief. I guess he wouldn't want to have that back. She switched the handkerchief to the other side and pressed it back with her right hand. The ambulance and fire trucks are probably already on their way here, and by then the police would probably want to know how this happened. Then it would be quite a hassle trying to explain how Moriarty came back to life and bombed the place. That wasn't the actual hard part though. People might suspect they did it, if they didn't know them at all. There would be widespread panic, and oh just so much work. Pray the police keeps most of this a secret until they figure out what really was happening. "House, why are you leaning like that?" Dee was a few steps behind her now, and his voice jolted her out of her stance. She wondered why had suddenly gotten so lightheaded all of a sudden. "Leaning like what?" She answered, not really understanding what Dee was saying. "You know you're not supposed to stand up too tall when the air's still full of debris from the explosion." "No it's not that." Dee knelt down next to her, dropping his bag next to him. "Your side. The left side. You're leaning at an awkward angle." What are you talking about...? Following Dee's gaze, she also shifted her attention to where he was looking. Huh, so she had been clutching onto her left side for some reason. Ah... Oh and there's why... As she slowly removed her hand from where it was, it was smeared with blood. The black trench coat she wore was also darker than before and soggy to the touch. "That's funny... It... It didn't hurt... Before?" She found herself just staring at the blood on her left hand. Her subconscious probably blocked out the pain as unimportant when she had other things to worry about. But now that Dee had brought it up, yeah it hurt, it hurt like the Devils. She knew she was entering a stage of shock. She was feeling incredibly lightheaded, her breathing rate was elevated, and she was starting to fall... Backwards? Dee probably caught her though, she didn't feel herself hit the ground. It's okay, remember your training... Keep calm... And actually now that I think back, it was probably from the wooden debris of the blast. "House, stay with me." Whose voice was that, was it Doctor Watson? The ringing in her ears from the explosion was getting worse. And what was Dee doing? "You... You carry spare bandage... when... When we go on cases?" Her voice was shaky from the hyperventilation. But at least she was still conscious. Dee answered something, but Evangeline didn't pay attention to what Dee replied; she was busy focusing on the sirens in the distance. She was going to be okay. All of them were going to be okay. For now.
((Ah I went overboard again XD But yay Doctor Watson can use his doctor skills! )) [[ it's honestly fine xD ]] John scrambled over as Evangeline fell to the ground. "Excuse me," he said, practically shoving past Dee as he dropped down to his hands and knees, " do you have bandages?" He was trying to keep his voice calm, but in between the shock and the fact that they were crouched a couple of meters away from a still crumbling and breaking ledge that led down tens of stories, he knew that it was just a bit shaky. With one hand, he gently pulled her coat back, grimacing at the sight of the blood on her side. Once Dee had handed him the bandages, he began to wad them up instead, folding them in on each other until he pulled her shirt up and began to pack them into the wound. "You're going to be fine, Evangeline," he said as reassuringly as he could. The sirens were right outside the building now. "The paramedics are going to be here any minute. You're going to fine." He wasn't so sure about that. The slash (at least it wasn't a full on puncture wound) looked like it had been caused by debris, and it was right over her liver. He didn't think she was going to bleed out or anything, but he was worried about internal damage.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2016 9:57:35 GMT -5
Ayyyyy nice change XD in currently lying in bed with a fever = = )) [[ aw i'm sorry .-. ]]
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