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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 7, 2016 2:42:32 GMT -5
{{ It's no biggie!! I wasn't sure if this died out or not ;; }}
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 8, 2016 10:09:50 GMT -5
(Oh no, it hasn't died out. I just haven't been on much, haha.)
Mycroft rolled his eyes at the 'diet' comment, but decided to ignore it. For now. "Ah, but Sherlock, it appears I have some information for you pertaining to this case." He grinned again, pride swelling up in his being. Without him, Sherlock would not find help. Of course, Sherlock would never admit it, but he knew without Mycroft, he would not find most of the information for his cases. Well, Sherlock would eventually find it, however. That was what he was good at, after all. Mycroft wondered when John would be back from talking to his old 'acquaintance'.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 8, 2016 16:30:38 GMT -5
{{ i also wasn't sure because Silver hadn't responded in a while ^^; }}
Sherlock scoffed, still not looking over at his brother. "Always the nosy one, aren't you?" He questioned, yet his tone revealed that he was slightly interested. After all, what data did Mycroft come up with that Sherlock had yet to figure out? It bothered him to no end, it bothered him that sometimes the other Holmes brother would discover things in a faster manner. However, he had the entire British government at his disposal. That changed the game entirely. "Well? Spit it out then, we haven't got all day." He huffed impatiently, knowing that his brother was silently gloating even if Sherlock didn't have to see his face. It was easy to decipher that.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 8, 2016 21:53:39 GMT -5
"We've had information on what Moriarty and Sebastian were working on. Or, at least, Mr. Moran. He has a hidden camp outside of Ireland, where Moriarty and his 'minions' reside." Mycroft started to pick at a crumb on his suit. He really was such a messy eater, "I assume you needed information on the case involving him...? Oh, and that murder case you received today by the Yard was done by a young man--you can see it in his carelessness. I'd give you his name, but...alas, that would be too easy." He smirked, "But, that's not too important." He smiled down at his younger brother, "Moriarty has a secret camp where they could be creating a team--larger and more powerful than before. More snipers and soldiers of his than we are capable. And they are joining him willingly. We need to find out why, brother dear. And I feel that is your former flatemate's job. To go undercover." He glanced over at the door, "Whenever he gets done chatting, that is."
(sorry for short response)
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 8, 2016 22:27:26 GMT -5
{{ ahhh, it isn't short at all lol }}
Sherlock glanced away from his files to look back at his brother, something akin to confusion and annoyance loitering about in his mind before he pushed them away. "John? Chatting? That's probably the only thing he's good at, besides being a doctor." He murmured, watching his brother pick at a crumb out of the corner of his eye. He didn't acknowledge the fact that Mycroft was right, that this most recent case was performed by a younger, masculine persona. How could he have missed that? As his brother discussed Moriarty, his interest piqued greatly, this was far more interesting than anything else he had. The other man always did give him such a rush, the good kind, the kind his heroin had given him. Despite how much he despised saying so, Mycroft was right. John was better off going undercover rather than Sherlock, he stood out far too much in a crowd, let alone a hidden camp. "He sure likes to take his time." He muttered under his breath.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 10, 2016 1:08:28 GMT -5
(I'm going to pretend John and his friend finished their conversation)
John knew who was at Sherlock's flat before he even heard his voice. The stupid, bloody knocker. Why did Mycroft have to change it every time? Walking up the stairs, John caught on to the conversation between the two brothers. So...Moriarty was back? Hm...and who was this Moran guy? He sounded so familiar... Wait...what? He'd...have to go back? To being soldier again? Not that he had a problem with that... but. That meant back to his memories and flashbacks. To the nightmares. Back to the gunshots and blood and dirt and pain and bang and sharp and guns and boom and..... John grit his teeth, trying to hide himself away from the two. He hadn't went up the stairs leading to Sherlock's flat yet, but he was halfway there. He stopped, taking a deep breath. In, out. He'd be okay. He could do this. He'd go back, to find information for them. John steeled himself, breathing out his nose to hold his composure, then started back up the stairs to the flat.
Mycroft lifted his head, hearing some sounds in the hallway, before he chuckled. "Well, speaking of, it sounds like John is here." He stopped prying at the crumbs, noticing Sherlock look at him.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 10, 2016 2:24:11 GMT -5
{{ lol, that makes sense ^^; }}
Sherlock stopped himself from making some noise of agreement, not wanting to give his brother the satisfaction. Of course John was here, he could never really bring himself to part with the adrenaline rush he got whenever he was on a case with Sherlock. That thought pleased him in a way, that John had an addiction to Sherlock's work, that some part of his time was spent away from his domestic life and back into the one that he so rightfully deserved. The life he had with Sherlock. It made everything seem complete again. You'd never catch him admitting it though. The familiar sound of John's footsteps up the stairs were pleasant to his ears, the small rhythm they made was easily detectable. Sherlock had noticed John's footsteps when Mycroft was speaking, noticed when they stopped to listen to the conversation. He didn't say a word about it, not really minding if his brother didn't notice. After all, the other Holmes brother could be quite the pompous one.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 10, 2016 20:56:13 GMT -5
Mycroft glanced over at the door once John entered, his walk steady as he tried to appear normal. Well, as normal as an "invalid" former army doctor that believes he has PTSD and a psychosomatic limp. "Ah, doctor Watson. Pleasure to see you." Mycroft practically purred, his smile fake, like always.
John took one look at Mycroft and nodded his head in greeting, before heading over to Sherlock. He smiled, tight and forced. "Uh, hello Sherlock. Did you find anything else out about the case?" The thoughts of going back to the battle field lingered in his head. Do be honest, he was scared. But, he was also excited. The nightmares would probably return, unfortunately. But, he'd get that same feeling again. The adrenaline. The blood pumping in his veins. Like when he was around Sherlock.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 10, 2016 21:06:12 GMT -5
{{ dude, Beijing is so fun i miss seeing one side of my family ;; how is it over there? is it still gloomy? }}
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 10, 2016 21:08:24 GMT -5
(it's no problem! how is your trip? And John has made it back to 221b. Mycroft and Sherlock are discussing the case, and Mycroft had information regarding a secret camp of Moriarty and Sebastian and their henchmen on the outskirts of Ireland. They're discussing sending John over there to spy for them. John heard their conversation, and grew frightened and excited about what would occur. That's pretty much all that's happened, haha.)
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 10, 2016 21:13:20 GMT -5
(It's going pretty good, thanks for you asking! and hm...maybe when John goes over to the camp, your character can go with him...? Right now, she could get a call from her agents stating about the camp as well, and then John can message her and ask her to join him at 221b to meet Sherlock or something?)
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 10, 2016 21:17:18 GMT -5
{{ i love this roleplay sm ahh and Sherlock is just going to be grumpy about the whole thing probably yes most likely idk how to input him during the camp scene tho }}
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 10, 2016 21:21:52 GMT -5
(yeah, that sounds like a good idea! What will happen is, like, they pretend to "enlist" in the camp, stating that they want revenge on someone or, even, Sherlock and that they feel like they want to help Moriarty take over. Moran can train John, as they've known each other before, while your character can be taken to be trained in computer hacking and the like by another computer hacker. Sherlock can set a microphone and camera in John's attire, and maybe watch him while he trains...? He and Mycroft can settle in Dublin or something, that way they are close.)
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 10, 2016 21:33:01 GMT -5
(Sure, that sounds good.)
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 10, 2016 21:36:19 GMT -5
{{ i can imagine Sherlock commenting on everything John does lmao }}
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 10, 2016 21:49:26 GMT -5
(haha, same xD poor John
hm...maybe her agent calls her about it? and then she can message John, or John can message her about it?)
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 10, 2016 22:04:06 GMT -5
(Yesss, haha xD)
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 11, 2016 0:42:01 GMT -5
Sherlock removed his gaze from the files in front of him over to where John was standing nearby, his eyes sweeping in every little detail of his partner. He zeroed in on the smile on the other's face, it was clearly false. There was no slight crinkle near John's eyes whenever he truly laughed, whenever his happiness was meaningful. Huh, why did he have that locked inside his mind? Whatever.. it had some importance. "John." He murmured, as if waking from a dream. "My lovely brother decided to bring up irrelevant details in that has no regards to our case." He spoke, tone apathetic.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 11, 2016 20:35:31 GMT -5
"Ah..." John rolled his eyes, leaning back so the back of his calves was up against the edge of the coffee table, "But whenever is Mycroft so useful?" He wanted to smirk at the fuming brother nearby him, but decided against it. This wasn't the time. "Anyway, what kind of information did he give you? Anything worthy, in your eyes?" Oh, he knew exactly what Mycroft had told Sherlock. But, he'd rather hear it from Sherlock's mouth. To make it feel real. He wasn't sure why hearing from the consulting detective in front of him made this more reliable information, but it just...did. He trusted Sherlock.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 12, 2016 1:02:07 GMT -5
{{ hello!!~ }}
Sherlock stretched from his spot in front of the files, his legs growing numb from standing still in one spot for so long. He finally turned around, glancing over at John as he did so, in order to have the ability to see both his brother and partner (ex-partner? partner?) all at once. In just five steps, he sat himself in his armchair, resting his elbows on the sides as he leaned back. "Once more, Mycroft has stuck his nose into someone else's business." He explained to his old partner, his tone of voice bored. "Something along the lines of Moriarty's following creating a new base." Sherlock waved a hand, as if dismissive of the data entirely. "It's fairly intriguing but it involves leg work, something Mycroft clearly isn't fond of."
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 12, 2016 16:15:50 GMT -5
(hiya ) John had to agree with that one. Mycroft hated leg work. Most of the cases and attacks could probably be handled accordingly and even quicker with Mycroft's sharp mind, but...eh, leg work. "Moriarty...? What about him?" He asked, pretending he hadn't heard the previous conversation between the two. Mycroft sniffed, lifting his cane to his shoulder, before nodding to Sherlock. "Please, be my guest and tell the poor sod about this...case." He grinned, eyes cast over to John. John was secretly seething. Oh, Mycroft knew John had heard their conversation. That was why he was giving him such a horrible time. Besides the usual, of course. He just really wanted to know why John insisted on wasting their time instead of speaking of the case that he had already heard them discuss. But, maybe it was to please Sherlock, for some reason. He wouldn't understand.
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