trainingwings | [ Voice ]/[ Action ]

Entry tags:

[ Voice ]/[ Action ]

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?

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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He knows you're an ass.

[ John amends. ]

That's enough.

Brilliant.

[Okay. He's done now. Probably.]

[ Elbow, meet ribs. Not very hard. ]

...What?

[ Tea. ]

[Yes, yes. Tea is all very well and good.

He still has no idea what he's done wrong.

But, after a few moments, he glances at John.]

You shouldn't bait him like that.

[Yes, he's monitoring your conversations over the journals, John.]

[ He's having the good grace to drop the subject. Or he's trying to. ]

...

And just what have you been doing?

[ He challenges, tone a little too light. ]

I've been watching him.

You're "letting him know he's not invisible", I believe you said earlier. [ Does he have to get the journal, Sherlock? ]

You're intimidating him. I don't see how it's any different.

"Intimidation" would require him to be afraid of me. I don't scare him.

But it means he knows he can be seen, can be found. It... won't frighten him, but it will keep him on edge.

I still don't see how it's any different. It's due to rile him up a bit.

[ John pauses for a moment, filling the gap with another slow sip of his cup. Licks his lips. ]

When I first met your brother, he tried to threaten me, you know.

[ There's a point here, Sherlock. ]

Not in so many words, but there were the cameras, and the empty car park... I got the gist.

Do you know what I told him?

Very dramatic. Doesn't surprise me. Mycroft loves a show.

Family trait.

[ Moving on. ]

Anyway, I told him that he was wasting his time.

I don't subscribe to terrorism, Sherlock. Moriarty contacted me, and I think I've made it clear enough that he's not going to bully me into anything. If that pisses him off, just as well.

No matter how you look at it, he's stuck here. He's not going to stop, because I don't think he knows how. Sooner or later, he's going to come for us. And when he does, I'm not going to be cowering in our flat. I'm not going to be dodging shadows for the rest of my life here, scared he's going to step out.

Do you understand?

I don't want to live like that.

Moriarty is just a man now. So let him come after me, if he's got the nerve to sully his hands. I'll tear his fucking wings off.

[ There's no touch of heat in John's tone. In fact, it's rather chilled, almost as if he's taken a page from Sherlock's book. But maybe the detective has forgotten - John was a soldier, John chases him into gruesome crime scenes and doesn't flinch when it comes down to dealing with maniacs with no remorse. John knows Sherlock will torture a someone who has accosted their landlady, smiles, and leaves him to it. John is a dangerous man; it's his morals that keep him in check. ]

[Sherlock makes no argument.

He can't forget, really. Sometimes he tries, but he can't forget. John will kill a man baiting another into taking their own life. John has no hesitation with a gun and is a sure shot. The cabbie, the Golem, the dog. Even when frightened-- even when terrified-- John has a handle on his gun and a steady hand.

Moriarty, though... Sherlock Holmes is not accustomed to the feeling of fear. Blind terror is worse. Fear is not bad enough to make his hands shake, but it is enough to make him, every so often when no one is around to see, glance over his shoulder as he walks, expecting to see a shadow.

Finally, Sherlock nods.]

Don't let him catch you off-guard. We don't know who here might be working for him. Most of the ones who are might not even know it.

[ John realizes he's waiting on Sherlock to disagree with him, to call him an idiot again, or say he'll be in the way. He knows this is a personal thing for Sherlock, and may on some level realize it has to do with him as well. Mostly, though, he doesn't want to be told that he can be of no help because Sherlock doesn't want to share; he's afraid this is still just a game to the other man.

But the detective just tells him to watch out for himself, and John realizes he's letting out tension he didn't even know he was holding.

Fine. Good. ]

Fair enough.

[ He concedes to the advice and, by extension, Sherlock's direction. At least they seemed to be on the same page now. ]

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?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Voice ]/[ Action ]

[ action ]

[ action ]

[ action ]

[ action ]

[ action ]

[ action ]

[ action ]

[ action ]

[ action ]

[ action ]

[ action ]

[ action ]

[ action ]

[ action ]

[ action ]

[ action ]