4. Care for some crack?sherlock_pleaseNovember 1 2011, 07:31:21 UTC
[Sherlock has traps set. Snow traps. And from the relative safety of his fort, he has an impressive stash of ammunition. Now he just has to wait for enemies to lurk too close...]
Sounds fan-$@&*ing-tastic!moriarty_hiNovember 1 2011, 16:30:49 UTC
[Relative safety... you're so funny Sherlock.
Traps: no problem to get by. You forget that, while small, Moriarty can easily dodge your pathetic tripwires.
Oh and that snowball that just hit your head? That was him. And why does it hurt more than a regular snowball? Half of it was ice; he'd been saving it in his icebox since last winter. Yes, he's been waiting for this for quite sometime Sherly.]
Now that's just playing dirty.sherlock_pleaseNovember 1 2011, 22:18:56 UTC
[Where the bloody hell did that snowball come from? It felt like there was a rock in it. Sherlock made a startled, muffled squeak sound, completely unprepared for it. He rubbed his head to ensure he wasn't bleeding. Honestly, Moriarty, bringing bloodshed to a snowball war?
That's just cold.
He turns and catches sight of where you must be hiding and lobs a blind assault in your direction. One of them simply has to catch you... right? Damn, he's not doing so well as he imagined.]
You forget... this is Moriarty. I'm surprised he hasn't blown up Sherlock's fort.moriarty_hiNovember 2 2011, 02:58:27 UTC
[Okay, honestly, one hits him. One. And that was when he was ducking behind a fallen tree. His back is against the snowy tree as he calls to Sherlock, mockingly.]
You're going to have to do better than that, Sherlock!
Time for desperate measures. sherlock_pleaseNovember 2 2011, 05:01:38 UTC
[Sherlock pokes his head up as the last one is flung, and he sees a dash of darkness against the snow and he knows Moriarty has just dove behind there for safety. Sherlock lunges at him, even as he begins taunting him, and puts aside all personal dignity in favor of leaping around to Moriarty's hiding place and tackling him to the ground.]
Oh, like this?
[It's less a taunt than a muffled thing he says as he tries desperately to haul the little Irish snot into a snow drift.]
[Sherlock gets caught hard by that elbow and Moriarty explodes from his grasp, leaving Sherlock both falling and reaching wildly for him as he topples face-first into the snow, barely catching himself from getting a mouthful of it.]
Bastard.
[It's a curse under his breath, and he's pushing himself to his feet and cradles his stomach as he starts stumbling off after him.]
[Longer legs and all, Sherlock eventually catches up... almost. With a stitch still in his side from that elbow, he keeps getting close but not quite there.]
So help me, when I catch you!
[It's an empty threat, and it's lame. He is, however, against all his more sane senses, enjoying the chase.]
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Traps: no problem to get by. You forget that, while small, Moriarty can easily dodge your pathetic tripwires.
Oh and that snowball that just hit your head? That was him. And why does it hurt more than a regular snowball? Half of it was ice; he'd been saving it in his icebox since last winter. Yes, he's been waiting for this for quite sometime Sherly.]
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That's just cold.
He turns and catches sight of where you must be hiding and lobs a blind assault in your direction. One of them simply has to catch you... right? Damn, he's not doing so well as he imagined.]
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You're going to have to do better than that, Sherlock!
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Oh, like this?
[It's less a taunt than a muffled thing he says as he tries desperately to haul the little Irish snot into a snow drift.]
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Like this. [He elbows Sherlock in the stomach and manages to escape his ironclad grasp.]
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Bastard.
[It's a curse under his breath, and he's pushing himself to his feet and cradles his stomach as he starts stumbling off after him.]
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So help me, when I catch you!
[It's an empty threat, and it's lame. He is, however, against all his more sane senses, enjoying the chase.]
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[Moriarty jumps over a snow bank.]
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