The ball was in Kūkaku's court, and so when she threw it back, she threw it back but good.

She'd painstakingly gotten her supplies and went to her workshop to carefully blend the right chemicals and gunpowder to have her rigged nicotine patches do what she wanted them to do. Once they interacted with the chemistry of Sherlock's skin, boom! Not ( Read more... )

Kūkaku was planning on blowing office hours this week, what with the holiday around being as good an excuse to blow of things as any, but she did keep supplies in her office, and so she at least had to grab something.

As soon as she felt something in the air shift the moment she turned the door handle, she knew she'd just made a stupid mistake ( Read more... )

Kūkaku Shiba was a woman on a mission. Stalking quietly through the hallways, she approached her target, Office #30, with soft steps, keeping to the shadows. She checked the office next to it first; if the Sergeant was in, the plan might be spoiled. The woman was incredibly adept at noticing things, almost as good as Holmes himself, but both ( Read more... )