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lucetilogs2012-03-17 11:26 pm
notquiteheartless) wrote in lucetilogs2012-03-17 11:26 pm
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Who: Sherlock Holmes, James Moriarty, Adele, John Watson
What: Two geniuses, lots of anger. And the foolish people who come between them.
When: Saturday, March 17th, early evening
Where: Clinic
Summary: James Moriarty. Sherlock Holmes. The same room in the clinic. SPOILERS ABOUND FOR "REICHENBACH FALL."
Rating: PG-13 to R (linked thread- R for violence)
Note: The backstory may be found here. Nothing the characters will know, but for the muns who want to read how things went down.
It's so easy.
That is, perhaps, the most remarkable thing to Sherlock Holmes, who has never really had the desire to hurt someone for the sake of hurting them. When it's necessary, yes. When it gets him information, of course. But not solely for the fun of it.
But... as he stands with his hands wrapped around James Moirarty's neck, thin fingers applying pressure... he understands. Someone like him-- someone so bored with most people. To feel that power, to feel the ability to take away life with his bare hands... Yes, he understands the high.
He doesn't like understanding, but it has become something he has to understand.
Because he cannot let Moriarty live.
Both men are dressed as New Feathers, and both are wounded. The tall one has minor cuts-- stab wounds, actually-- all over his body, and one of his wings is already injured, feathers missing and a slash in it. A puddle near a wall shows the contents of his stomach that the injury brought up. The smaller man has several blows to the face, and their blood has pooled together on the floor, even as both still bleed.
Sherlock Holmes leans into this new assault, ignoring the well-manicured fingernails digging into his hands and arms. He has the criminal mastermind trapped against a wall, and he isn't going to move.
Not until this man is dead.
What: Two geniuses, lots of anger. And the foolish people who come between them.
When: Saturday, March 17th, early evening
Where: Clinic
Summary: James Moriarty. Sherlock Holmes. The same room in the clinic. SPOILERS ABOUND FOR "REICHENBACH FALL."
Rating: PG-13 to R (linked thread- R for violence)
Note: The backstory may be found here. Nothing the characters will know, but for the muns who want to read how things went down.
It's so easy.
That is, perhaps, the most remarkable thing to Sherlock Holmes, who has never really had the desire to hurt someone for the sake of hurting them. When it's necessary, yes. When it gets him information, of course. But not solely for the fun of it.
But... as he stands with his hands wrapped around James Moirarty's neck, thin fingers applying pressure... he understands. Someone like him-- someone so bored with most people. To feel that power, to feel the ability to take away life with his bare hands... Yes, he understands the high.
He doesn't like understanding, but it has become something he has to understand.
Because he cannot let Moriarty live.
Both men are dressed as New Feathers, and both are wounded. The tall one has minor cuts-- stab wounds, actually-- all over his body, and one of his wings is already injured, feathers missing and a slash in it. A puddle near a wall shows the contents of his stomach that the injury brought up. The smaller man has several blows to the face, and their blood has pooled together on the floor, even as both still bleed.
Sherlock Holmes leans into this new assault, ignoring the well-manicured fingernails digging into his hands and arms. He has the criminal mastermind trapped against a wall, and he isn't going to move.
Not until this man is dead.