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sixwordstories2016-12-21 12:32 pm
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[Inspecting blue gem in his hands]
[Stephen wonders if the universe likes to tease him. Probably.]
That looks pretty valuable.
That looks pretty valuable.
[Sherlock lets the gem slip into his closed hand as the man's voice breaks him from his reverie. A steely look back at that familiar face.]
Indeed. Quite valuable.
[He seems to consider, taking in the other's appearance to deduce what he can.]
A goose has just laid it this morning.
Indeed. Quite valuable.
[He seems to consider, taking in the other's appearance to deduce what he can.]
A goose has just laid it this morning.
[Stephen's clothes are worn robes, with frays here and there indicative of someone who's been in fights, particularly martial arts-based fights. He's got yellow gloves that hide his scarred hands, but they still tremble. And his cape moves a little strangely. Against what should be normal swaying movements of heavy fabric.]
Magic goose, huh?
[Meanwhile Stephen takes his appraisal of the other man in stride and shrugs it off.]
Magic goose, huh?
[Meanwhile Stephen takes his appraisal of the other man in stride and shrugs it off.]
[Yes, a very interesting visitor. Such were those that ended up at 221B Baker Street. Though usually not at Christmastime. At the mention of a magic goose, Sherlock does give the man a look and shake of the head.]
I hardly think so. It was found in it's crop and I am inclined to think someone had put it there.
[After a moment, he tosses the gem to the other man to see, one if he catches it with any sort of reflex Sherlock suspects the man has, and two so he might see the precious stone for himself.]
I hardly think so. It was found in it's crop and I am inclined to think someone had put it there.
[After a moment, he tosses the gem to the other man to see, one if he catches it with any sort of reflex Sherlock suspects the man has, and two so he might see the precious stone for himself.]
[He catches it easily but nearly drops it because of his shaking hands . He's got absolutely no strength in them. He holds the jewel up to the light.]
Ah. Good way to stash stolen goods I guess. Just hoping this isn't an infinity stone...but that would have probably killed us both upon touching so, probably not. Much less the poor goose.
[His accent pegs him from New York City, but upper class. If it weren't for the poor state of his clothes it would be easy to assume he was rich.]
Ah. Good way to stash stolen goods I guess. Just hoping this isn't an infinity stone...but that would have probably killed us both upon touching so, probably not. Much less the poor goose.
[His accent pegs him from New York City, but upper class. If it weren't for the poor state of his clothes it would be easy to assume he was rich.]
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[His curiosity was peaked now. Infinity stone? What could that be?]
Please, have a seat. [Sherlock gestures to the chair across from him at the fireplace.] My good friend Dr. Watson is out at the moment and since he is in the habit of helping those who need it, he will not mind his chair be used for a good cause.
The stone is the Blue Carbuncle, recently stolen and missing early yesterday morning. [He retrieves the persian slipper from the fireplace to stuff his pipe.] However, that does not explain you or your presence here.
Please, have a seat. [Sherlock gestures to the chair across from him at the fireplace.] My good friend Dr. Watson is out at the moment and since he is in the habit of helping those who need it, he will not mind his chair be used for a good cause.
The stone is the Blue Carbuncle, recently stolen and missing early yesterday morning. [He retrieves the persian slipper from the fireplace to stuff his pipe.] However, that does not explain you or your presence here.
[Stephen moved his cape--or did the cape move by itself?--as he sat down on Dr. Watson'S chair. This was still a really cool thing, admittedly, though he was not prepared for the fact that Sherlock Holmes looked entirely too much like himself. Was he an alternate version of himself? That wasn't helping Stephen's ego in any way, shape or form. He smirked at the thought.]
My presence here can be easily explained. I need your help.
[He tossed the stone back at the detective.]
I've been tracking someone who stole something from my house. They ended up here, but I lost the trail. I was hoping you could help me.
[Rogue sorcerer had managed to steal a very valuable and powerful artifact from the Sanctum and somehow ported into this dimension. Stephen had followed him but indeed, lost the trail. He knew he was pretty out of place and out of his depth, and had seen an errant copy of the Strand floating about. One thing led to another and he found this place.]
My presence here can be easily explained. I need your help.
[He tossed the stone back at the detective.]
I've been tracking someone who stole something from my house. They ended up here, but I lost the trail. I was hoping you could help me.
[Rogue sorcerer had managed to steal a very valuable and powerful artifact from the Sanctum and somehow ported into this dimension. Stephen had followed him but indeed, lost the trail. He knew he was pretty out of place and out of his depth, and had seen an errant copy of the Strand floating about. One thing led to another and he found this place.]
[Sherlock catches the stone and puts it back in his vest pocket. That case will have to wait, there were more interesting things at present.]
Of course. [An obvious reason to come to a consulting detective. He lights his pipe, leaning towards the fire before standing, letting off a thoughtful smoke ring.]
And this item...is dangerous for them to have.
Of course. [An obvious reason to come to a consulting detective. He lights his pipe, leaning towards the fire before standing, letting off a thoughtful smoke ring.]
And this item...is dangerous for them to have.
[Stephen's read the books as a kid, forgot about them mostly, but there's some part of him that's getting a kick out of seeing something like this come to life.]
Extremely. And dangerous for the people around them as well.
[He didn't want to get into specifics, not that Holmes would believe him, but it was safe to say it could wipe out a good number of people.]
I'm assuming you have a price for your services. I can strike a good bargain.
Extremely. And dangerous for the people around them as well.
[He didn't want to get into specifics, not that Holmes would believe him, but it was safe to say it could wipe out a good number of people.]
I'm assuming you have a price for your services. I can strike a good bargain.
[Dr. Watson would be delighted to know he has a fan.]
Then I am correct in saying time is of the essence. However, I must know the particulars before I can agree to helping you.
[He sat himself back in his chair, pipe aside, tenting his long fingers together.] Start at the beginning.
Then I am correct in saying time is of the essence. However, I must know the particulars before I can agree to helping you.
[He sat himself back in his chair, pipe aside, tenting his long fingers together.] Start at the beginning.
[Stephen sat back, people often came to him in the exact same way to help with supernatural troubles. It was kind of weird to be on the other side.]
Tell me, Mr. Holmes, what do you know of magic?
[He needed to gauge his response before getting into the nitty gritty. His cloak rippled slightly of its own accord again.]
Tell me, Mr. Holmes, what do you know of magic?
[He needed to gauge his response before getting into the nitty gritty. His cloak rippled slightly of its own accord again.]
[His mouth twitches, trying not to find a smile out of it.]
Not a promising start. I'm afraid I have found most such unexplainable things to be utterly explainable.
[But he would like one curiosity satisfied. He leans to pick up the fire poker, as if to encourage the fireplace but instead pokes decidedly at the corner of the rippling cape instead.]
Not a promising start. I'm afraid I have found most such unexplainable things to be utterly explainable.
[But he would like one curiosity satisfied. He leans to pick up the fire poker, as if to encourage the fireplace but instead pokes decidedly at the corner of the rippling cape instead.]
[The cloak 'slaps' the poker with its end corner, offended. It ripples sullenly and wiggles up so errant lookalikes of its master can't reach it with poky things.]
It doesn't like that, clearly.
[A pause.]
How would you explain a cloak that moves of its own accord?
It doesn't like that, clearly.
[A pause.]
How would you explain a cloak that moves of its own accord?
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[Not quite the reaction he had hoped for. Holmes leans on the poker, its tip against the floor.]
Puppeted from the inside or some cohort of yours underneath. A midget perhaps. Of course, these are only speculation. Perhaps if you were to take it off?
[He does seem to be unmoved by the possibility of a self-propelled cloak.]
Puppeted from the inside or some cohort of yours underneath. A midget perhaps. Of course, these are only speculation. Perhaps if you were to take it off?
[He does seem to be unmoved by the possibility of a self-propelled cloak.]
[Stephen gave him a deadpan look. The he pretended to yell under the cloak.]
He's onto us, Jack. Time to get out.
[A smirk as he pulled off the fan-like clasps and the cloak slid off...then floated by itself off to the side, 'hovering' at about Stephen's height next to his chair.]
Nobody under there. How do you explain that?
He's onto us, Jack. Time to get out.
[A smirk as he pulled off the fan-like clasps and the cloak slid off...then floated by itself off to the side, 'hovering' at about Stephen's height next to his chair.]
Nobody under there. How do you explain that?
[The mirrored smirk freezes on Sherlock's face before disappearing entirely. He moves the poker slowly underneath the...for lack of a better word, floating cloak. He hums in the back of his throat as if to say wait, I'm working it out as he steps to the side to observe around the back of it.
There did indeed seem to be no one in or around it to make it move. His eyes searching above it for wires or similar. Nothing.]
Perhaps then it is drugs. You could be nothing more than an hallucination, along with your...friend there.
[Bear with him, he's merely eliminating the impossible.]
There did indeed seem to be no one in or around it to make it move. His eyes searching above it for wires or similar. Nothing.]
Perhaps then it is drugs. You could be nothing more than an hallucination, along with your...friend there.
[Bear with him, he's merely eliminating the impossible.]
[A shrug.]
You're right. We could be.
But if you're wrong, your whole city could be in danger, if I can't find the artifact in time. Are you willing to take that risk?
[Cloaky rippled and turned itself away from Sherlock, a bit petulantly.]
You're right. We could be.
But if you're wrong, your whole city could be in danger, if I can't find the artifact in time. Are you willing to take that risk?
[Cloaky rippled and turned itself away from Sherlock, a bit petulantly.]
[It may be a trick...but he would need to work out how it was done. For that he needed facts and for them, he needed to go along with this little venture. There's a rebellious glint in his eye as he replies.]
Far be it from me to risk the fate of London by not offering my services. Where did you lose your quarry exactly, Doctor....?
[The man's name would be good to know, should he be taking on a case for him.]
Far be it from me to risk the fate of London by not offering my services. Where did you lose your quarry exactly, Doctor....?
[The man's name would be good to know, should he be taking on a case for him.]
[A smirk at that. It was nice to have a least one person call him Doctor straight off.]
Stephen Strange. And I lost him in Hyde Park, he was headed north, more towards Edgeware Road.
[ Was it still even called that in this world? Who knew? At the very least he could use the sling ring to transport them both to the spot. He wondered if Holmes' head wouldn't just explode if he did that.]
Stephen Strange. And I lost him in Hyde Park, he was headed north, more towards Edgeware Road.
[ Was it still even called that in this world? Who knew? At the very least he could use the sling ring to transport them both to the spot. He wondered if Holmes' head wouldn't just explode if he did that.]
[Of course he had already deduced he was a doctor. He's Sherlock Holmes after all.
He threw off his dressing gown...pausing to be certain it wasn't going to decide to float away too...and then puts on his coat and hat. Even if this was all delusions, he wanted to see where they led him.]
We can reach Hyde Park in ten minutes by cab. Erm....don't forget your friend.
[He's watching you, Cloaky. He will figure you out.]
Would you consider carrying a revolver prudent? [He can grab that too from the drawer, just in case.]
He threw off his dressing gown...pausing to be certain it wasn't going to decide to float away too...and then puts on his coat and hat. Even if this was all delusions, he wanted to see where they led him.]
We can reach Hyde Park in ten minutes by cab. Erm....don't forget your friend.
[He's watching you, Cloaky. He will figure you out.]
Would you consider carrying a revolver prudent? [He can grab that too from the drawer, just in case.]
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[He wondered vaguely if he should ask for a picture later. No one was going to believe this and no one was going to believe that Sherlock Holmes, of all people, was A. Real and B. A dead ringer for himself. He reached out with an arm as he got up and Cloaky slid back onto his shoulders, clasps anchoring themselves automatically on him.]
If you're not completely adverse to it, I have a faster way. With magic.
[He shook his head. As it was a thoughtful gesture he wasn't going to kill if he could help it.]
No, I'm fine. I won't need one.
If you're not completely adverse to it, I have a faster way. With magic.
[He shook his head. As it was a thoughtful gesture he wasn't going to kill if he could help it.]
No, I'm fine. I won't need one.
[What was he to take the picture with? A magic camera?]
Not for you, for me. [Sherlock says, irritated as his meaning is mistaken. He does pocket his revolver as a precaution and leaves a small scribbled note for Watson.]
...with the cloak, I presume? We are going to fly there? [He will have to excuse the sarcasm. A brain as logical as his was finding it difficult to take such offers seriously.]
Not for you, for me. [Sherlock says, irritated as his meaning is mistaken. He does pocket his revolver as a precaution and leaves a small scribbled note for Watson.]
...with the cloak, I presume? We are going to fly there? [He will have to excuse the sarcasm. A brain as logical as his was finding it difficult to take such offers seriously.]
[A camera conveniently yanked from another dimension, at least.]
[Whoops. He raised an eyebrow but let it go. Stephen was rather...sensitive to things that could deal death ever since he himself killed that one Zealot. He still couldn't forgive himself.]
Hoesntly, it would drop you.
[Cloaky rippled like it was amused by that and he was probably right. Instead Stephen smirked and reached on his belt to take out his sling ring, slipping the flat bronze thing on his fingers and began to make large sweeping movements with his other hand in a circle. Orange sparks flew as a circle of light appeared right in the middle of them, growing larger and revealing the greenery of Hyde park.]
[Whoops. He raised an eyebrow but let it go. Stephen was rather...sensitive to things that could deal death ever since he himself killed that one Zealot. He still couldn't forgive himself.]
Hoesntly, it would drop you.
[Cloaky rippled like it was amused by that and he was probably right. Instead Stephen smirked and reached on his belt to take out his sling ring, slipping the flat bronze thing on his fingers and began to make large sweeping movements with his other hand in a circle. Orange sparks flew as a circle of light appeared right in the middle of them, growing larger and revealing the greenery of Hyde park.]
[Now that surely would make Holmes' head explode.]
I'm sure it would.
[Not making a good case for not being a hallucination yet. Sherlock quickly steps back from the sparks, hoping there was not going to be a fire in the drawing room. Watson would never forgive him for burning down the flat.
And then he can see the park. As if he could reach out and touch it. His mouth opened slightly in a rare look of surprise, looking through.]
That...is....extraordinary. [Surely the man wasn't proposing going through such an apparatus?]
I'm sure it would.
[Not making a good case for not being a hallucination yet. Sherlock quickly steps back from the sparks, hoping there was not going to be a fire in the drawing room. Watson would never forgive him for burning down the flat.
And then he can see the park. As if he could reach out and touch it. His mouth opened slightly in a rare look of surprise, looking through.]
That...is....extraordinary. [Surely the man wasn't proposing going through such an apparatus?]
[Stephen's pretty pleased with himself that he got such a reaction out of Holmes.]
Yeah, isn't it?
[Once the portal was stable, Stephen lowered his hands and guestured towards the opening.]
After you?
Yeah, isn't it?
[Once the portal was stable, Stephen lowered his hands and guestured towards the opening.]
After you?
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