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so marvelous and dangerous

Jan 20, 2012 22:03

WHO: crucifriction and sh_consulting
WHERE: An abandoned building.
WHEN: Two in the morning on the 25th.
WARNINGS: Violence.
SUMMARY: Sherlock intrudes upon Azrael. It doesn’t go well.
FORMAT: First quick, then I don't know.

( that if you crawled through and saw, you would die, or be happy forever. )

sherlock holmes | n/a, michael lane | azrael

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sh_consulting January 22 2012, 18:55:56 UTC

[It had taken a few weeks, but Sherlock hadn't lost the trail. Cementing it, storing it, with snippets of information and stories woven from meetings with Talia.

The signs of Azrael's trail here hadn't been hard to follow - dragging a hostage home wasn't exactly something that one could accomplish without leaving marks.

Gun in hand, he pushes the huge doors open just a crack - just a sliver, to slip through. Gun in his hand, adrenaline in his veins and it just feels so much better than it has in weeks.

He hears the babbling long before he gets to it - the murmured whisper of a voice from two floors down, slowly growing louder as Sherlock's silent footfalls padded up the steps.

He stepped into the room with all the careful quiet of a feline predator, gun raising.]

I would say that I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm not.

crucifriction January 24 2012, 01:17:21 UTC

[ He suddenly stills at the sound of his voice, arm still holding the blade threateningly over the man's legs. In the haze of zealotry, he closes his eyes and breathes. A single moment. Then turns his head.

His tone is impassionate, controlled, as if a sliver of sanity has been restored to him. ]

What are you trying to accomplish, Sherlock? Who do you believe you're saving?

sh_consulting January 24 2012, 01:45:48 UTC

A sinner, I imagine. [His tone was bored, almost lazy, just a hint of amusement at the edges. Proud of himself.

He kept inching closer, each footfall soft but deliberate. Tiny little white notes began to appear around the victim, every detail of the man's life springing to life. It didn't matter to Sherlock what they said. He could have just come from a murder, but that didn't mean Sherlock was about to let a second one happen.

Not when he'd already figured it out.]

Don't even try it. You make a move to hurt him and I'll make sure to put a bullet somewhere very unpleasant.

crucifriction January 24 2012, 01:54:09 UTC

Would it be of worth? [ He scoffs. ] The possibility that your bullet could not pierce my armor, the possibility that you've condemned a man to death rather than dismemberment?

[ Yet, he's distracted by the notes. His gaze darts to and fro, forgoing his hostage entirely. ]

Do you wish me to release him? Volunteer myself to be shoved in NOHoPE?

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