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[theblogger]

Alright. For future reference, talking animals should be a topic addressed when dealing with new-comers. Less important one, yeah, but still worth an honorable mention, I think.

[ A shift here to a musing tone, but anyone who understands the concept of sarcasm is in for a treat. ]

Kidnapped by unseen, malevolent forces, trapped to live in a village in the middle of nowhere with no means of escape, vulnerable to torture, don't fuss with the wings, everything's free... Talking animals.

I just had a squirrel panhandle me for crisps.

Are there any other things I should be prepared to converse with? Are the appliances keeping tabs on what we're getting up to?

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Player Name: Effy
Are you new?: Yes! Please love me ;;
Character Name: John Watson
Character Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)

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[notquiteheartless]

We'll get him, John.

["We." For now. While it was safe.

Eventually, Moriarty would find the way in, and it would become something only he could handle. They would walk a path others wouldn't-- couldn't. In the end... nothing else would matter. Their contacts, their plans. All of them would have to be discarded, and they would stand alone.

But John didn't need to know that. He could think that they two would walk the whole way together, face the fires of Hell and come out with only a few burns. And, for now, it was better that way.

Sherlock sat up straighter, glanced over at Moriarty. His tea was only barely sipped at.]

Ready to go, John?