pokemon x sherlock 2/3
anonymous
July 1 2012, 04:09:03 UTC
“Uh-huh. And did it ever occur to you that it was holding a Scope Lens?”
Ah, that would have explained how the Zubat had dealt so much damage. Air Cutter had a high critical hit rate, but not that high. “I had suspected,” he lied.
John looked unimpressed. “I know you think that you can faint, be revived, and have everything turn out fine, but you are very much mortal, Sherlock.”
Sherlock combed some of the feathers on his chest flat rather than answer.
“Right. Well, then.” The corners of John's mouth curled, and he looked away. When he looked back, he asked, “did you manage to achieve anything, then? Apart from being badly Poisoned?”
“Perhaps,” Sherlock said evasively. Interesting. Sherlock never remembered feeling quite so disorientated when he'd experimented with Poison Barbs. Perhaps he hadn't used them enough. “I need more evidence.”
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“No,” Donovan said flatly. She stretched the not-inconsiderable length of her body and her tail across the entrance to the Lab. Sherlock looked at her, unimpressed, from where he was perched on John's back, before neatly soaring over her head. “Oh, for - ” John was very, very glad Liepards did not learn Glare. She twitched her tail aside. “You may as well go in as well. Might stop him from destroying the place searching for something shiny.”
Inside, Sherlock was not trashing the lab. He was flying in a slow, round circuit of the lab. Officer Jenny and Professor Birk gave John destracted smiles as he padded in, but remained talking in the corner. John could see what Greg had meant by Professor Birch being concerned, he had never seen the man so pale. As John drew level with Greg, Sherlock swooped down and landed neatly on John's head. John rolled his eyes as Sherlock settled himself, but didn't bother saying anything. Upon pointing out that there was plenty of ground Sherlock could land out, Sherlock had once distractedly said, “you're more comfortable,” to the great interest and pointed looks of Donovan and Anderson. John wasn't convinced. John suspected Sherlock simply liked forcing Lestrade to look up at him.
“Who had the Lab cleared of evidence?” Sherlock grumbled in Greg's direction. No sooner had Greg opened his mouth before Sherlock said, “Who was on forensics - no, don't tell me, it was Anderson, wasn't it.”
“Well, if you had gone to the Lab yesterday before running off after some footprints into a Zubat, you would have been able to see the Lab for yourself before Anderson had ID'd all the evidence.”
John tilted his sharply. Sherlock shut up for a blessed moment as he flapped to remain upright, but John could guess at what Sherlock was thinking. Anderson really did have unfortunate front teeth for a Raticate. “There was no evidence of forced entry,” Sherlock said slowly.
“No.”
“And the Pokeball was completely intact?”
“Yes.”
Sherlock was silent. “Right. Find me when you've got something worth my time.” Sherlock shifted in a way that indicated he was about to leave.
“Yeah, you're going to have to give me more than that.” Greg eyed him and added, “I'm not above using Fire Spin to trap you, if I have to.”
“Oh, fine,” Sherlock snapped. “Lead Officer Jenny down the path that John and I took through the forrest - it'll lead to a dead end surrounded by thickets. Find someone with Headbutt - even Anderson will do - and Headbutt the trees. It wasn't stolen; Professor Birch simply needs to learn to not to leave a bag with a Pokemon inside it lying around when he goes wandering off. In all likelihood it heard a wild Pokemon, escaped its Pokeball, and has been quite happily lounging about whislst you lot have remained her, mired in paperwork. Are we done?”
“And the Zubat?” Greg asked.
“A red herring,” Sherlock replied testily. “Are we done?”
“Yes, fine, well done,” Greg said, weary. “Thank you.”
pokemon x sherlock 3/3
anonymous
July 1 2012, 04:10:02 UTC
John felt Sherlock pushing down slightly on his head before he was up and out the door. “Suppose I had better go after him,” he said.
“Better you than me,” Greg said. “I'll see you later at the PokeCenter?”
“Cheers.”
John found Sherlock sulking on a lampost two streets away. When Sherlock swooped down, John waited until Sherlock had settled onto his back before asking, “before, with the Zubat. What were you thinking?”
“What?” Sherlock voice was muffled. He'd probably curled himself up into one of those balls that pained John to look at..
“Obviously you thought that the case was more interesting than it turned out. What had you guessed about the Zubat?”
“I don't guess, John. I observe, and then hypothesise.” Sherlock sounded vaguely annoyed, but didn't fly off. He said, “I had hoped that it had a more interesting role. Maybe an attmpted abduction, and its trainer was hiding. Had their Zubat use Supersonic to open the Pokeball unscathed.”
“Ah, well,” John tried to sound consoling. “We can't always have a kidnapping. Maybe a murder will turn up.”
“A murder,” Sherlock said. “I could kill for a good murder.”
“We shouldn't laugh about these things,” John said, not entirely straight-faced.
“Laughing? I'm certainly not laughing.” John could feel Sherlock shaking on his back. “I'm starved. Poffins?”
Ah, that would have explained how the Zubat had dealt so much damage. Air Cutter had a high critical hit rate, but not that high. “I had suspected,” he lied.
John looked unimpressed. “I know you think that you can faint, be revived, and have everything turn out fine, but you are very much mortal, Sherlock.”
Sherlock combed some of the feathers on his chest flat rather than answer.
“Right. Well, then.” The corners of John's mouth curled, and he looked away. When he looked back, he asked, “did you manage to achieve anything, then? Apart from being badly Poisoned?”
“Perhaps,” Sherlock said evasively. Interesting. Sherlock never remembered feeling quite so disorientated when he'd experimented with Poison Barbs. Perhaps he hadn't used them enough. “I need more evidence.”
---
“No,” Donovan said flatly. She stretched the not-inconsiderable length of her body and her tail across the entrance to the Lab. Sherlock looked at her, unimpressed, from where he was perched on John's back, before neatly soaring over her head. “Oh, for - ” John was very, very glad Liepards did not learn Glare. She twitched her tail aside. “You may as well go in as well. Might stop him from destroying the place searching for something shiny.”
Inside, Sherlock was not trashing the lab. He was flying in a slow, round circuit of the lab. Officer Jenny and Professor Birk gave John destracted smiles as he padded in, but remained talking in the corner. John could see what Greg had meant by Professor Birch being concerned, he had never seen the man so pale. As John drew level with Greg, Sherlock swooped down and landed neatly on John's head. John rolled his eyes as Sherlock settled himself, but didn't bother saying anything. Upon pointing out that there was plenty of ground Sherlock could land out, Sherlock had once distractedly said, “you're more comfortable,” to the great interest and pointed looks of Donovan and Anderson. John wasn't convinced. John suspected Sherlock simply liked forcing Lestrade to look up at him.
“Who had the Lab cleared of evidence?” Sherlock grumbled in Greg's direction. No sooner had Greg opened his mouth before Sherlock said, “Who was on forensics - no, don't tell me, it was Anderson, wasn't it.”
“Well, if you had gone to the Lab yesterday before running off after some footprints into a Zubat, you would have been able to see the Lab for yourself before Anderson had ID'd all the evidence.”
John tilted his sharply. Sherlock shut up for a blessed moment as he flapped to remain upright, but John could guess at what Sherlock was thinking. Anderson really did have unfortunate front teeth for a Raticate. “There was no evidence of forced entry,” Sherlock said slowly.
“No.”
“And the Pokeball was completely intact?”
“Yes.”
Sherlock was silent. “Right. Find me when you've got something worth my time.” Sherlock shifted in a way that indicated he was about to leave.
“Yeah, you're going to have to give me more than that.” Greg eyed him and added, “I'm not above using Fire Spin to trap you, if I have to.”
“Oh, fine,” Sherlock snapped. “Lead Officer Jenny down the path that John and I took through the forrest - it'll lead to a dead end surrounded by thickets. Find someone with Headbutt - even Anderson will do - and Headbutt the trees. It wasn't stolen; Professor Birch simply needs to learn to not to leave a bag with a Pokemon inside it lying around when he goes wandering off. In all likelihood it heard a wild Pokemon, escaped its Pokeball, and has been quite happily lounging about whislst you lot have remained her, mired in paperwork. Are we done?”
“And the Zubat?” Greg asked.
“A red herring,” Sherlock replied testily. “Are we done?”
“Yes, fine, well done,” Greg said, weary. “Thank you.”
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“Better you than me,” Greg said. “I'll see you later at the PokeCenter?”
“Cheers.”
John found Sherlock sulking on a lampost two streets away. When Sherlock swooped down, John waited until Sherlock had settled onto his back before asking, “before, with the Zubat. What were you thinking?”
“What?” Sherlock voice was muffled. He'd probably curled himself up into one of those balls that pained John to look at..
“Obviously you thought that the case was more interesting than it turned out. What had you guessed about the Zubat?”
“I don't guess, John. I observe, and then hypothesise.” Sherlock sounded vaguely annoyed, but didn't fly off. He said, “I had hoped that it had a more interesting role. Maybe an attmpted abduction, and its trainer was hiding. Had their Zubat use Supersonic to open the Pokeball unscathed.”
“Ah, well,” John tried to sound consoling. “We can't always have a kidnapping. Maybe a murder will turn up.”
“A murder,” Sherlock said. “I could kill for a good murder.”
“We shouldn't laugh about these things,” John said, not entirely straight-faced.
“Laughing? I'm certainly not laughing.” John could feel Sherlock shaking on his back. “I'm starved. Poffins?”
“Poffins,” John agreed.
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