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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 12, 2016 21:14:33 GMT -5
Sherlock's brow furrowed at John's question. Didn't the other already hear the details moments ago? That was why he stopped on the stairs while Mycroft spoke, that was why he didn't enter the room as soon as he arrived, to listen in on the conversation. "You can stop pretending, John." He murmured, glancing at his brother as he spoke. "The innermost details of the case only matter if you want to do it or not. It's quite understandable if you do not. We can always use one of Mycroft's.. goons." Putting John through a situation similar to ones that he had faced in his past wasn't something Sherlock was fond of, but if it was to finally put an end to Moriarty's schemes, he hoped John would accept. This would cause some collateral damage, both emotional and physical, but John was strong enough to handle it. Wasn't he? Sherlock would rather go undercover rather than the other, but it wouldn't work that way.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 15, 2016 0:33:28 GMT -5
(hey, sorry, been working all weekend. I'll reply tomorrow morning)
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 15, 2016 21:29:00 GMT -5
"Ah..." John sighed, rubbing his face and temples with his hand. So, they were really serious. Was this...good, or bad? "So you heard me on the stairs. Of course you did." He thought about his offer. On one hand, he'd be helping "defeat" (if you could even count that as what they'd be doing, when really you could never truly defeat Moriarty) the main mastermind behind everything Sherlock has had to do to withstand persecution and even death. He'd be getting back at that...that...that maniacal being for allowing Sherlock to leave him and everyone else here for two years, while they grieved and considered him amongst those 6 feet under. He'd be destroying the winner of this mindgame. Was it worth it? To lose his newfound domestic life, to be away from Mary and his newborn, to bring himself back to the nightmares and memories? Abso-bloody-lutely. "I'll go. But, I want to call a friend of mine. She's a...she's an agent, a 'spy' from Canada. I'm sure she can help us somehow. Is that alright?" John was glad he had run into her earlier.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 18, 2016 20:55:00 GMT -5
{{ i've been so busy rip me }}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 18, 2016 22:21:30 GMT -5
Sherlock's nose wrinkled in disdain as John mentioned someone else, someone who he believed they had the capabilities to help them out. How preposterous, Sherlock's brain was all they needed. More people were just liabilities that could lead the mission astray, he couldn't have that. "We have no need for extra help, John." He scoffed, "We're perfectly capable of handling things ourselves. And if we need something to be done, surely one of Mycroft's goons can assist us. There is no need for another brain to add on to this. You know how utterly dreadful it is for me. People think far too loudly."
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Aug 21, 2016 10:05:20 GMT -5
"Actually, I think John is right," Mycroft sighed, looking down. He knew of this woman John was speaking of. He'd seen them having a conversation before he'd met up with Sherlock, and he'd remembered her face. She was quite the spy, wasn't she? Great in computer hacking. "While I don't normally like associating just anyone with our cases, I believe this dear lady John has mentioned may be of importance to us."
John was in near hysterics. Mycroft agree with him? The world was ending. The UK was falling.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 21, 2016 10:53:05 GMT -5
A scowl crossed Sherlock's face for a brief second before it resumed to his normal, disinterested features. "Fine." He said curtly with a flick of the hand, disdain swirling up inside him. He was more than capable of handling this without any help. This "stranger" had no right to integrate herself into their lives. He would never admit it, but Sherlock didn't enjoy having any change from the normal, everyday life he had with John. "Don't expect me to clean up your messes." He sniffed, turning his gaze away from the partner in front of him to look at the wallpaper with much curiosity.
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Post by ρυмρкιηqυєєη13 on Sept 4, 2016 9:34:08 GMT -5
John could feel the disdain come from Sherlock like waves, but he also knew it may be in their best interest to get all the help they needed. "Trust me, I wouldn't be asking if I didn't have to... I don't like getting all that much help, either. But, she's bloody good at what she does. And, if that can save us some time, energy, and the possibility of one of us getting injured, I'm all for it." He said, trying to coax Sherlock. He then got an idea and smirked, "Plus, I told her that I would show her the great Sherlock Holmes. She hasn't seen your famous work live before. You could show off to her all you want..."
Mycroft made an amused sound from the back of his throat and made his way to the door. "Well, I will be taking my leave now. I'll text you, John, Sherlock, the details of our plan later. Just...don't do anything reckless..." He eyed Sherlock, suspecting something, before giving his fake smile to John. John frowned. "Good day." He closed the door behind him as he exited.
(I'm so so so so sorry i haven't replied here yet Dx)
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Sept 4, 2016 18:55:07 GMT -5
{{ it's okay! My laptop malfunctioned so I have to buy a new one or fix it }}
Sherlock waved off his brother as the other exited the room, not really paying much mind to the older sibling's absence. Mycroft was just another brain in the room that distracted Sherlock when he was trying to sort out his thoughts. His brother thought far too loudly for Sherlock's tastes. Well, his brother never seemed to do anything useful. The data he obtained from his job was helpful somewhat, but you'd never hear him admit it.
Besides, his mind was too distracted with John's previous statement. Who did he think Sherlock was? A peacock puffing out his feathers to show them off? Yes, he knew he was intelligent. A far superior brain admist those he had to live among. It wasn't his problem if others thought of him poorly, they didn't have the IQ to comprehend anything he said anyway.
"I have this profession to entertain my mind, John. Without it, I would become too bored and most likely grow mentally unstable, like Moriarity. I don't do this to show off." He muttered, not straying his gaze from the wallpaper. "If you want her support then so be it. Your problem if this backfires and compromises the entire mission."
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