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Post by Gengar on Jan 16, 2017 20:06:50 GMT -5
Sherlock sighed in relief when he saw John. "Dr. Watson, care to introduce me?" he asked, staring at Alexander.
He looked oddly familiar. The outfit? Costume? No, it was too worn. Showed signs of everyday use. He wore this daily? "Do you act?" Sherlock figured he was an actor who needed this costume daily or simply someone who preferred colonial-era dress, which would make him awfully strange. "And write? Oh, a director or a producer?" His right hand was calloused, obviously from writing, and he wore glasses.
Then again, Sherlock had not concidered the fact that this writing might actually be speeches or laws. Nor would he think that Alexander was not wearing a costume but normal clothing (for his day.)
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Nishiki kept walking and eventually heard running water. It must've been a creek. What else could it be? It might help him find people, or civilization if he stayed near the creek as he walked.
He turned upstream. It was hard to try and hear anything else when he was close to the creek, so he'd just have to follow it and see what he ran into.
So he started to walk, kicking the rocks as he went. He wasn't concerned about making too much noise or anything like that. He could protect himself, though despite how it seemed, he was paying attention to his surroundings with his other senses.
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Post by lapochka on Jan 16, 2017 20:20:20 GMT -5
{rp} Alexander noticed that Sherlock was talking to him, and was also looking at him, and he just stood there trying to process every question that this man was bombarding him with. "No, for all of your questions. Yet I do, in fact, write a lot." He answered slowly and carefully, looking the man up and down, noticing that Sherlock, as well as the other, who was apparently called "Dr. Watson," dressed in clothes that he had never really seen before. {ooc} ahhh your sherlock is so good!
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Jan 16, 2017 21:38:28 GMT -5
John just stayed silent, awed that Sherlock was actually here. He turned to the other dark haired man, eyes in concern, "Sherlock...where are we? Do you know what happened?" He asked, worry laced in his voice. He listened intently to the conversation between Sherlock and Alexander, eyebrow raised in curiosity of the oddly dressed man.
Keith made a grunting sound as he exited the bush, blade raised to pinpoint towards the figure. He had heard the footsteps this time. They were closer, so he had to attack. Of course, the impulsive nature of his wasn't always the best, but it made do in situations. Like now. In front of him, stood...a person. He couldn't identify them, and he wasn't sure who they could be. They were new. But they didn't look dangerous. They looked scared. "Who are you?" He grit his teeth, his blade still forward, "Where are we?"
Pidge raised their head as the sound of rocks being kicked around echoed into their sound of hearing. They looked around frantically, fear suddenly laced in their eyes. Who..who was that? They got up quickly and pushed their equipment into some bushes, checking to see if their green armor was still intact and not battered too badly, and held their bayard close as they exited the clearing they were in. They moved slowly, bayard raised in defense. Where did that sound come from?
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Post by lapochka on Jan 16, 2017 21:57:11 GMT -5
{rp} Alexander glanced back and forth between the two, figuring that they knew each other. He opened his mouth to say something, thinking that he should probably tell them his name, but soon closed it, not really wanting to interrupt them.
Eleven jumped slightly when she saw a man she didn't know come out of the bush, but to top it all off, she noticed the knife he had in hand and she backed up slightly, before speaking. "Eleven," was all she said, and she jabbed her thumb onto her chest for emphasis, showing that it was her name. Besides that, she didn't speak anymore.
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Post by Gengar on Jan 16, 2017 22:06:02 GMT -5
cx }}
"No?" He glanced to John, slightly disappointed he was wrong for once. However, this was an interesting puzzle. "You… dress up like this for fun? And write? Interesting." And why did he look so familiar?
Anyway, John was asking more pressing questions, like where they were. "We… we were exploring some tunnels. Now we are… I have no idea," he admitted. "For one, I don't hear any birds, but you would expect warblers in these trees, which should be close to the base of the Appellations. However, the climate isn't right for that. In short, we're no where. If he weren't here, I would suspect I was high again," he answered, trying to sound clever despite his failings. How did he not know where they were?
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Nishiki was still kicking rocks as he trailed near the creek. He actually didn't smell Pidge before he saw them. He looked up, and they were sort of… there.
His eyes narrowed. He looked at the weapon they had, then smiled. They didn't have a suitcase anywhere, so he had no reason to worry. Some glowing toy/prop wasn't going to scare him. Nothing scared him!
He didn't bother to acknowledge them any further, just continuing. He wasn't going to kill them, but he didn't want to stand around and "chat" either.
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Post by lapochka on Jan 16, 2017 22:14:08 GMT -5
{rp} "No, I don't dress like this for fun. How else would I dress?" Alexander asked rhetorically with a hint of confusion in his voice, glancing down at himself and what he was wearing, as well as his buckled shoes before looking back at Sherlock. "But I think I might as well introduce myself, assuming we're probably going to be here for a while. My name is Alexander Hamilton." He said with a smile, holding his hand out for him to shake.
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Post by Gengar on Jan 16, 2017 23:11:48 GMT -5
Sherlock narrowed his eyes, not with suspicion but with interest. It could just be a coincidence, but from what he was wearing… maybe he thought he was the Alexander Hamilton, the man on the American ten dollar bill. That would be a strange celebrity to center yourself around.
"You seem confused. What year are you from? Or rather, do you think you're from?" he asked. Maybe he was a descendent who's strange fasicination had gotten out of hand.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Jan 16, 2017 23:20:15 GMT -5
John raised both eyebrows this time, shock on his face. For one, Sherlock was...wrong. That was...surprising. Okay, so he was wrong. That wasn't too rare. John had seen him wrong before. But this? This terrified him. And second, this guy, not only did he wear old clothing, but his name was...Alexander Hamilton? Like...THE Alexander Hamilton? How was that possible? No wonder John recognized his American accent. They weren't in London, that was for sure. But, he didn't think they were in America, either. And Sherlock had no idea...they were...no where? How was that possible?
Keith slightly lowered his blade, eyeing the girl. "You're name is...Eleven?" He asked, confused, "Or are there eleven of you around?" He had seen her point to her chest, so she had to be talking about her self. Right? He lowered his blade more, taking it completely away from her chest and neck, but still held at the side, just in case. "You're...human, right?"
Pidge saw the man nearby and raised their bayard more. "Stay back!" They cried, their bayard crackling with electricity, "Don't get any closer." They grit their teeth, fear still overwhelming them. He was definitely human. So was Pidge back on Earth? Was that possible? "Where am I, and who are you, stranger?"
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Post by lapochka on Jan 16, 2017 23:23:55 GMT -5
{rp} "Eighteen oh-four. Besides that, how come I seem confused?" Alexander asked slowly, saying the year as if it was the obvious answer. His smile fell and he took his hand back and put it to his side, feeling as if Sherlock didn't believe him. This frustrated him slightly, but he shook off the feeling.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Jan 16, 2017 23:27:06 GMT -5
"Eighteen oh-four? That's...that's a good while back." John said, more to himself than anything. Seriously? This guy had to be off his rocker to believe he was honestly the American Alexander Hamilton, and that he was from the nineteenth century? "Seriously?"
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Post by lapochka on Jan 16, 2017 23:33:34 GMT -5
{rp} "Yes. Eighteen oh-four." Alexander said slowly with a hint of impatience in his voice. He sighed, rubbing his face for a moment before dropping his hands back to his sides. "Do you not believe me or something?"
"No, Eleven." She said as an indication that it was her name, keeping her thumb to her chest before lowering it. She nodded as an answer to his last question, watching as he lowered the blade and she relaxed ever so slightly. Yet, she still stood warily, ready to run if she had to, not wanting to have to use her powers.
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Post by Gengar on Jan 16, 2017 23:37:53 GMT -5
Sherlock nodded. So he did think he was from the past. However, he didn't show the normal "crazy" indicators, like having some sort of quirk or bad habit. "John, I think it's best we find out where we are for now. We can help our new client later." It would probably be better if he treated this the same as any other case. He didn't want to freak John out; he could tell it was already an alarming situation (even for him.)
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Nishiki hestitated only slightly when he was told to "stay back." "If you don't want me getting closer, then get out of my way," he growled.
He refused to answer the two questions, however, because even if he knew where he was, he had no reason to answer. He would find a city or town and try to work his way back from there. He didn't need help, and he certainly didn't need a… Wait, what if he got hungry? He might not find anyone for days, and then it would be too late to find someone else.
He stopped and glared at Pidge. "I have no idea where I am, and my name is Nishiki," he answered. "I don't care about your name. I'm finding a town."
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Post by lapochka on Jan 16, 2017 23:51:44 GMT -5
{rp} A look of offense crossed Alexanders face for a brief moment and he breathed deeply, mainly in an attempt to calm himself down. "No, wait a second. 'Our new client'? Since when am I your client? Are you some kind of therapist? I don't need your help, sir. I think you're the one here that needs help because you don't believe me, despite the fact that I clearly stated that I am indeed Alexander Hamilton, and that I am from the year eighteen oh-four." The short man said rather quickly, using hand gestures for emphasis as he spoke. He had tried to appear intimidating, but he just seemed like a small, annoying, yappy dog.
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Post by Gengar on Jan 17, 2017 0:09:43 GMT -5
he a smol also he should burst out in rap/song I think just to stay true to the character c'x
totally not imagining him rapping right now what are you talking about Edit: shhhh }}
Sherlock's eyes widened slightly when Alexander actually spoke up.
"You are our client because it is the twenty-first century. Alexander Hamilton is one of the founding fathers of America, circa 1804, yes, but I am sorry to say that despite what you think, you are not him," Sherlock whipped back. His lips curled into a smile. Now he was just being an a**hole. He didn't like being talked-back to, especially by his clients.
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Post by lapochka on Jan 17, 2017 0:26:51 GMT -5
{ooc} shnikes man i didnt think about googling it lmao i was trying to make it like hes the actual ham rip but yeah
i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory maybe ill just have him break out into song later ; ) {rp} Alexander let out an exasperated sigh, by then he was practically fuming because of this person. "Oh my god, there's a million things [ (; ] I want to say to you right now." He said bitterly, reaching up and running his hands through his hair rather aggressively, before dropping them back down to his sides. "And no, I'm not your client because I'd rather not associate myself with you any more than I already have. Surely, I have some say in the matter."
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Post by Gengar on Jan 17, 2017 0:35:44 GMT -5
xp that's a rip. I can always delete it if you want }}
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Post by lapochka on Jan 17, 2017 0:38:22 GMT -5
{ooc} go ahead, but only if you want to haha. i can also change my post to make it more from the time period, and you can erase the part where sherlock exposes him
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Post by Gengar on Jan 17, 2017 9:31:04 GMT -5
i edited mine. you don't have to change yours }}
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Post by lapochka on Jan 17, 2017 14:39:18 GMT -5
{ooc} helloooo sorry i was in school
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Post by lapochka on Jan 17, 2017 16:30:58 GMT -5
{ooc} *lowkey tempted to add john laurens in for a lil bit of gay ;) *
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Post by Gengar on Jan 17, 2017 19:34:52 GMT -5
im still at school :'c robotics until 8
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Post by Gengar on Jan 17, 2017 19:35:56 GMT -5
{ooc} *lowkey tempted to add john laurens in for a lil bit of gay *
*looks at John and Sherlock* a lil bit?
but you should. I would offer but I haven't actually seen/listened to the whole musical so I couldn't play any of them cx
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Post by lapochka on Jan 17, 2017 20:31:41 GMT -5
{ooc} johnlock is noice if i do say so myself ill add him in my next pose or so then!
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Post by lapochka on Jan 17, 2017 20:52:56 GMT -5
{ooc} btw you can reply tho cx i low key dont wanna pressure you at all or seem really passive aggressive but just a smol reminder haha i edited my last reply.
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Post by Gengar on Jan 17, 2017 21:23:24 GMT -5
part of me wanna wait for pumpkin (bc being left out bc you weren't there is not a fun experience) and also i need to start homework cx but i will try for a short reply in a lil while }}
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Post by lapochka on Jan 17, 2017 21:27:30 GMT -5
{ooc} oooooooh i understand. but yeah it really isn't a fun experience, its happened to me before. but take as much time as you need, im not goin' anywhere haha
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Jan 18, 2017 1:02:01 GMT -5
(hey guys, sorry. work and school, all day every day ;; anyway, i'll type up a reply in just a moment.
and johnlock is my ship main omg )
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Post by lapochka on Jan 18, 2017 7:00:27 GMT -5
{ooc} good morning!!! ill be at school til 5ish because after school for drama club, but ill try to reply as best as i can.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Jan 18, 2017 16:55:18 GMT -5
(okay, sorry, this time i'll actually reply. passed out last night, and then i had to wake up this morning to go to work. i'm at college now, but class hasn't started)
"Well, Sherlock, I'll have to agree with him on that one," John finally spoke up, having stayed quiet until now. He didn't want to interrupt the conversation, completely engrossed in learning everything about the situation. "He's not a client--I believe we're all in this same situation together." He turned his apologetic eyes to Hamilton, "Yes, sorry, Mr. Hamilton. Anyway, what happened before you...woke up here?"
Pidge grit their teeth, "Rude, much?" They muttered, still raising their bayard, "I'm not here to hurt you, either. So, you're in the same situation I am, right? You just woke up here?" Pidge asked, skeptical.
(sorry these replies are lammeeeee gomen)
Keith moved to stand up straighter, understanding, slightly, the situation, "Oh, hello then. I guess..." he looked around, "So, do you live here....or are you lost here too?"
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Post by lapochka on Jan 18, 2017 17:30:50 GMT -5
{ooc} its perfectly fine! {rp} "Oh, well," Alexander started, furrowing his eyebrows, trying to remember what was happening before he got here. "Right. I was in a duel with someone. Aaron Burr is his name, if you were wondering. You probably wouldn't know him though. Back on topic, I said some not so nice things to him. Needless to say, the whole affair didn't end how I expected it to..." he said with a sort of solemn tone, "After that, it's really all a blur." He paused every now and then while speaking, looking down at the ground in front of him for most of it before turning to look at John. Eleven shook her head, copying his movements on instinct and looking around as well. "I'm lost too." She said simply, it being the most she's said at once to this person so far.
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