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Sherlock Holmes ([personal profile] not_a_hero) wrote in [community profile] entranceway2012-05-19 09:29 am

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[Sherlock Holmes is on the roof with his magnifierkind focusing the sun's rays to set fire to Imps. And trees. He may not be being very careful, really. It all looks the same from up there and the weaponization of a magnifying glass is quite interesting.

He is a mad scientist with a death ray. He really can't help but laugh at that.]
was_a_soldier: (that's amazing)

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[personal profile] was_a_soldier 2012-05-25 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[John's shoulders draw up defensively.]

Burn? No, wait, Sherlock, in a minute--you're the... Your new mind powers are telling you you're the cause?

[He shifts his weight. He feels like he should protest naming the other man as the cause so bluntly, but he knows... he knows that the downward spiral he'd fallen into after Sherlock died isn't that easy to shake off. But, as he found out, Sherlock had done it /for/ John, and he shouldn't put himself in charge of fixing this result, it wasn't fair...]

...It's not your fault.
was_a_soldier: (stare down facts)

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[personal profile] was_a_soldier 2012-05-25 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[John follows the blast as best he can with his eyes, twitching as his gaze lands on the crisp Imp in the distance. He's glad he can't smell it from here, no matter how much you chased criminals it was impossible to forget or ignore the smell of flesh burnt by explosion.

He grunts softly in response, but doesn't speak right away, absorbing Sherlock's words. Well, at least Sherlock wasn't attempting to fix him out of guilt.]


...So, what would I have been, if I had become Godtier? Are you able to tell with those new powers?
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was_a_soldier: (curve of the mouth)

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[personal profile] was_a_soldier 2012-05-25 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
...The Knight of Life, huh?

[John smiles hesitantly, testing the title on his tongue. Perhaps it's just because of the event, but it feels right to him.]

That... works.

[He rolls his shoulders, trying to appear casual.]

Too bad, that. I think I look pretty good in green, even if they're rather pajama-like.
was_a_soldier: (bemused)

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[personal profile] was_a_soldier 2012-05-25 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
That's okay. I'd hate to be pushed off of something high up because someone thought I'd be able to catch myself midair.

You're trading yours in? But I thought you liked pajama parties, Sherlock; you parade around in your dressing gown all the time.
was_a_soldier: (can't believe)

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[personal profile] was_a_soldier 2012-05-25 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cue one jaw drop and mental keyboard smash here, executed by one Doctor John H. Watson. He has to shake himself out of it, helped along by an explosion off in the distance.]

Yeah, probably.
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was_a_soldier: (uh-huh...)

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[personal profile] was_a_soldier 2012-05-26 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
Probably quite uncomfortable, too.

[This is him internally keyboard smashing once more. Even faster, since it'd be with his forehead. The sound of flesh on-- goddammit Sherlock.]

Wonder which you'll miss more first, then, a proper bed or sleeping in the nude? Very kind of you to refrain from doing so while we were stuck camping, would have been quite a sight for our poor tentmate.
was_a_soldier: (a matter of height)

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[personal profile] was_a_soldier 2012-05-26 05:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[John realizes after a moment he's stared at the other man far too long, enough to place his long look into a 'deer in the headlights' category. Exactly what he didn't want to do, not with Sherlock Holmes investigating his expression. John breaks out of the stare and shuffles, finding distraction in picking up his tossed paper tea cup.]

Yes, well. I'm used to you, aren't I?
was_a_soldier: (definition of loyalty)

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[personal profile] was_a_soldier 2012-05-26 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
People have been arguing that. Since I moved in, in fact.

[John jokes, working far too hard to make his smile seem natural and relaxed so it only feels like an awkward baring of teeth to him and he can only hope that his facial muscle memory of the expression isn't letting him down. He eventually awkwardly clears his throat, glancing out onto the checkered landscape.]
was_a_soldier: (can't believe)

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[personal profile] was_a_soldier 2012-05-26 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[John watches Sherlock, the change of expression as the other man looks more and more pained, even distressed. Worry knots in the doctor's stomach, and he comes over as Sherlock closes his eyes, pressing a hand against the other man's shoulder.]

Sherlock, what's wrong? Are you alright?
was_a_soldier: (you're out of reach)

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[personal profile] was_a_soldier 2012-05-27 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[John frowns and is two steps into perusing his friend when the held up hand makes him flinch back. He stares after Sherlock as the man retreats towards the door.

The way Sherlock drew away from him... had he done something wrong? A cold, sinking fear settles in John's gut. What if it's...]


...Okay. Try not to set your room on fire.

[Even to his own ears the light hearted tease sounds flat. But it's all he can think to do.]
was_a_soldier: (the floor is interesting)

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[personal profile] was_a_soldier 2012-05-27 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
...Right.

[John mutters, lips attempting to twitch up into a grin and failing, nerves getting the better of him and the bit of emotion he doesn't bite back sounds unconvinced and... maybe a little hurt.]

See you tomorrow, then.