[voice -> action]azarathmetrionJuly 4 2011, 07:27:23 UTC
Sounds like this was a clean job.
[But with that, she pulls on her costume, finishes her tea, and then, a minute or two later, appears at the given address, and warily enters, climbing the stairs while stretching out her empathic senses.]
[When she gets there, she'll find the unconscious form of the man who lives there in the doorway, and Sherlock in the living room, casually sitting on the back of the writhing but silent Tresler, one arm visibly broken.]
[It doesn't elicit much of a reaction now, beyond a raised eyebrow. It's not unlike the Darkness portals Riku and Xehanort used, though this unsettled him far less.]
[It quickly covers them completely and there's a momentary pause, as she concentrates sharply. Then the bubble unfolds again, and they're suddenly just about across the street from the asylum.]
[Sherlock's head spins a bit when his body realizes that it's decreased in altitude, but he adapts quickly enough, dragging Tresler upright.]
Tracked down who was predictably his next victim, and he saved me the trouble of really having to look hard by being there already. He's a boxer, but so am I. A better one.
[She looks around before crossing the street (what a good role model) -- no interlopers around, it seems, no Jokers to worry about -- relaxing a bit, though still warily watching Tresler.]
[Sherlock scoffs. Timing his intangibility to cut in and out so he could both dodge and hit Tresler was more than just luck. Pinching the man's neck, he brought him across the street. It was more like dragging, as he'd made sure to damage his knees in the scuffle.]
[Raven’s not quite sure where that scoff came from, but she restrains herself to an eye-roll for the known jerk being a jerk without explanation-or perhaps she was supposed to figure something out, she wonders? Whatever.
His style of bringing the man back seems to have involved quite a bit more roughness than Raven would have ideally hoped for, and she frowns as he continues to manhandle Tresler across the street.]
Look, let me levitate him. It won’t take long and that can’t be good for him.
If that's what it is, I can teleport you.
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Right in one. If you please.
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[But with that, she pulls on her costume, finishes her tea, and then, a minute or two later, appears at the given address, and warily enters, climbing the stairs while stretching out her empathic senses.]
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...You have an interesting way of keeping people subdued, you know.
[She nods over at them.] I'll wrap him up so we can go.
[And she's already extending a black tentacle in his general direction.]
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He can't be rendered unconscious. Judging by his looks, I doubt if he even remembers how to sleep. No time for restraints.
[Sherlock gets off Tresler, but puts a firm grip on his injured limb so he won't move.]
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If you say so, then.
[No more small talk, then; better get him in while he's down. She walks over next to him, and her eyes glow as she raises her hands.]
Don't panic or anything.
[A black bubble starts to form around the three of them.]
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How'd you get him?
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Tracked down who was predictably his next victim, and he saved me the trouble of really having to look hard by being there already. He's a boxer, but so am I. A better one.
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[She looks around before crossing the street (what a good role model) -- no interlopers around, it seems, no Jokers to worry about -- relaxing a bit, though still warily watching Tresler.]
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His style of bringing the man back seems to have involved quite a bit more roughness than Raven would have ideally hoped for, and she frowns as he continues to manhandle Tresler across the street.]
Look, let me levitate him. It won’t take long and that can’t be good for him.
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