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tushanshu_ooc2016-12-30 08:37 pm
Rook | Original
[The marketplace is loud. People move about, trading, bartering and perusing to their hearts content. Much as she doesn't like crowds, Rook finds herself feeling oddly at home. She slips through the crowd, ever careful never to touch anyone, content to take in the sights and the life around her.
Her attention is caught up in a particular trade when a hand snatches the hat from her head. Rook turns, hand moving to her head a fraction too late to stop the theft and before she knows it, both thief and hat are disappearing into the crowd.]
Not bloody likely...
[Not one to be outdone, she gives chase, still deliberate in her movements as to avoid bumping into anyone but determined all the same to get back what's hers.]
Hey! This is your first and last warning! Get back here!
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I'm becoming a damn loser. [He mutters to himself before closing his eyes and focusing. Penny knows the route he would take to escape and assumes the hat thief will do the same. The magician appears a few seconds ahead of the man, punching the unsuspecting thief in the face and pulling the hat out of his hands before the guy literally even knows what hit him.
He holds it out to the woman, surprised how close behind the thief she was. After a quick glance up to her, his gaze returns to the thief, expecting the man to start a fight.] This yours?
William Twining | Makai Ouji: Devils and Realist
[This isn't something William ever thought he'd take part in, taking down an organized crime ring. Then again, that was his whole life story. He never thought he'd endure bankruptcy. He never thought he'd meet a real live demon. And so on. This was pretty normal in comparison. And he had to admit he had an investment in this whole business, having spent long hours sifting through the paperwork involved and other such investigative details. And it felt good, being part of the long arm of the law.
Granted, physically taking part in the raid was a different matter, but with his magic, it was only fitting that he helped out. Still as he waited for the signal, William couldn't help but feel antsy as he glanced at his partner for this.]
You don't think they've found out about it, have you?
[He just had a feeling it was going to be complicated. Unnecessarily so. That was how his luck always played out.]
[ooc: feel free to throw your own prompts at me. I'm also fine with prose and don't mind defaulting to that.]
well hello frand
[He cast a sidelong glance to William.]
Who can say?
[Such matters weren't his concern. He was here for another purpose.]
[The sword began to rattle in its sheath.]
Goodness. This could get ... complicated.
o/
And then there was some shaking and the words the man said and oh dear. This sounded like trouble. Not that William hadn't willingly involved himself in some of this trouble, but that was different.]
Something unpleasant is about to happen, isn't it?
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[He gestured to the gathering police.]
Their presence means something already has.
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[This was getting weird.]
You aren't involved with the business in there, are you?
[If he was wrong, he was wrong, but this guy was weird.]
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[Said the walking pastel rainbow who seemingly appeared out of thin air.]
Will you tell me what's going on?
[A pause.]
...Please.
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...why should I tell you if you don't know?
[He continued to frown now.]
All you need to know is that you shouldn't go in there right now.
John Watson | Sherlock (BBC) | CRAU
[After a month it's almost become habit to carry around all of his possessions as much as possible, just in case. John does not want to be caught without them again and he went through the trouble to pack his bag should he ever find himself in need of supplies. It also happens to make him a target to the natives of this particular world.
Thankfully his military background has taught him to pack his bags as tightly as possible in order to get as many items in it as possible which is why he manages to feel the tug as someone reaches their hand into it. John looks over at the culprit, reaching out to grab their wrist. His expression is one of disapproval.]
Some welcome this is. Never thought I'd be dealing with a bunch of street thieves. Suppose every world's got some similarities.
[He tugs the native's limb from his bag and they have his stethoscope in hand. All he does is hold his other hand out and the item is dropped into it. Then John lets go before motioning the native away.]
Go on before I change my mind about calling the authorities.
6.
[Okay. Even this is a little too much for him despite all of the crazy things he'd been through on the otherworldly ship. John is lightly poking at his food with his fork because it is indeed moving. His disgust is written all over his face.]
Think I might prefer eating nothing but cream corn for weeks on end.
[Even when the cream corn tasted like ash, or there were cream filled cakes that were most likely passed their expire by date. Okay, so he wouldn't have had that milk he'd found once but there wasn't a soul alive who would have. Now is when he turns back to the vendor and motions to his plate.]
Oi, is it too much to ask for my food to be dead before you hand it to me? I've eaten a lot of questionable things recently but this is where I draw the line.
6.
Really John, can't you be a little more culturally sensitive?
[ Not that Sherlock blames him in the least as he hardly wanted to see anything on his plate trying to escape the menu. ]
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I could if my food wasn't trying to escape my plate.
[John could be back on their world with food that was still alive and he'd refuse that too.]
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I suppose it's someone's lucky day.
You could just order something else. I'm sure they have a salad or something.
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Almost tempted to set it free seeing as how it's trying so hard to get away.
Think I might actually be put off food for a bit after this. [Puts his fork underneath the "food" and lifts it a little to look at the underside.] Do you think it counts as littering if I dump it on the ground?
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[ So much for coming out for lunch then. They should probably restock the kitchen soon. ]
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[He leans down and tips the plate so that the thing simply slides right off of it. And they should definitely restock the kitchen.]
They do actually sell food here that's already dead, don't they?
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[ Hes not quite to the point where Money just isn't a concern again yet, not to mention the other mouths to feed, but he does get a fairly steady string of a cases every month that allows him to make at least a small profit. ]
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[Now that John has learned how to balance going along with Sherlock on cases and having another job at some sort of clinic or hospital. He needs something to keep him occupied in between whatever cases might pop up that he needs to go along on.]
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[ Which will save them both a good chunk of money. Maybe enough that they can think about a bigger place as it's obvious that the two bedroom just isn't going to cut it this time around. ]
We might need a bit more space though.
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[For a while there John almost forgot what it was like to worry about how they were going to pay rent and food. There were more important things to focus on, like how to not end up murdered every week. But the two bedroom is absolutely not going to work. John's used to living on top of others but even this is a bit ridiculous for him.]
I imagine there's something big enough for the five of us. [He gets himself a cup of tea, waiting for it to cool before daring to take a sip.] Still don't quite understand how you ended up sharing a flat with three other people.
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To be perfectly honest I don't quite understand it myself. It started with Conan and then the others just sort of...happened.
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Ah, I see. [John has an amused knowing smile on his face.] The others must have thought you were taking people in after they saw you with Conan.
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Johna place to work on his experiments.]I'd say that was a mistake on my part but he really isn't so bad.
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It's sometimes like there's two of you. [Because Conan can be a handful.]
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What do you mean? He and I aren't that similar.
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You're more alike than you think. Trust me, I'd know. [Sips his tea.]
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[ But that statement's a bit interesting, isn't it? ]
But you've only just met the boy.
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This is John looking at Sherlock over the rim of his cup, casually sipping it like he's got a secret.]
Yes, that's true. I have only just met the boy. [From both Sherlock and Conan's point of view.]
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[ Don't think he can't tell there's something you're not telling him. ]
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[Of course Sherlock can tell. He notices nearly everything.]
05.
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Inside is a huge cat - one that probably should have a laundry list of medical issues at its size. Had this been a normal world, John might just assume that this was a normal cat, one who'd gotten into his bag because it was a bag and a cat or that it was seeking food and warmth. But this world has proven to be a strange one, one that he might have only seen on the telly or read in a book so he assumes nothing.]
What do you think you're doing in there? Go on, get.
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This one cracks open an eye, sizes up John, and proceeds to hunker down, sinking his claws into Johns effects in case the doctor gets any ideas about picking him up.]
Let me know when we're passing by the food stalls. I'll get off then.
[He waves a dismissive paw, like he's some kind of king.]
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He almost wishes he could be surprised when the cat actually talks back to him, after all, it is the first animal that's spoken in all of his adventures. But he isn't. John takes a moment to silently debate with himself over whether it's worth it to argue with the cat.]
If you get stabbed by one my scalpels, you can't say I didn't warn you.
[Even though those scalpels are wrapped up pretty good, John didn't really take into account that he'd have a cat in his bag.]
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Hmph. If as if something like that would hurt m-
[Aaand maybe he shouldn't have clawed open that little bundle. Good job, Nyanko-sensei. Gold star.]
AGH! What is this? Why are you carrying sharp things in here?
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At this point John is just going to treat the cat like he treats Sherlock - give in where he can and argue when it's important. Of course the cat has to go in dig inside of his stuff and it sounds like someone's been stabbed.]
I'm a surgeon and these are my tools of trade. [Twists to peer inside the bag.] Are you bleeding?