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daybreakacademy2020-10-11 08:33 pm
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Who: Sherlock Holmes, Open
What: New powers, throwing shade on a certain knight, etc.
Where: Library, Garage, etc.
When: Early October.
A. Take a look, it's in a book
[Anyone going into the library will find fluttering moths everywhere, some a pale, translucent jade green hue and others the bone-white of pages with black lines or colorful splotches, all of them will lead to a bemused Vampire, who is shooing some away, while holding an open book to others]
Ah... sorry about the distractions, I'm not sure how my brother deals with them.
B. What next, Motorcycle Jousting?
[Anyone going to the garage to either head out to Soliel or just to check out who's riding what would notice a rather banged up motorcycle and two men looking over it - the vampire, and a certain blonde professor. Sherlock gave a long suffering sigh as they spoke quietly]
What on Earth were you doing - Jousting?
Weren't you the one who tried to ram the Lord of the Wild Hunt with a car?
It would've worked if I had gotten a little more Acceleration before! Anyways, I can refit and tighten the chain, and the shock absorbers might need adjusting... honestly, you should be gentler on it, I'll text you if the damage is worse than it looks, I believe your next class is soon?
[The man nods and hurries, and once he's out of earshot, Sherlock turns and exhales loudly]
Would they give it a rest? It was the one time!
C. Cara...van?
[It's Violin O'clock, as Sherlock is playing on the rooftop of Aube before the season gets too bad for it. He does a mix of improvising and taking requests of anyone who happened to be by, currently sliding from an irish jig before going into a violin rendition of Caravan - only to suddenly cause his bow to screech across the strings, flinching and scrambling to catch the bow before it dropped, clamping his chin tight against the stradivarius to hold it in place.
He stares at his hand for a moment, brows knitting in confusion before he resumes play]
What: New powers, throwing shade on a certain knight, etc.
Where: Library, Garage, etc.
When: Early October.
A. Take a look, it's in a book
[Anyone going into the library will find fluttering moths everywhere, some a pale, translucent jade green hue and others the bone-white of pages with black lines or colorful splotches, all of them will lead to a bemused Vampire, who is shooing some away, while holding an open book to others]
Ah... sorry about the distractions, I'm not sure how my brother deals with them.
B. What next, Motorcycle Jousting?
[Anyone going to the garage to either head out to Soliel or just to check out who's riding what would notice a rather banged up motorcycle and two men looking over it - the vampire, and a certain blonde professor. Sherlock gave a long suffering sigh as they spoke quietly]
What on Earth were you doing - Jousting?
Weren't you the one who tried to ram the Lord of the Wild Hunt with a car?
It would've worked if I had gotten a little more Acceleration before! Anyways, I can refit and tighten the chain, and the shock absorbers might need adjusting... honestly, you should be gentler on it, I'll text you if the damage is worse than it looks, I believe your next class is soon?
[The man nods and hurries, and once he's out of earshot, Sherlock turns and exhales loudly]
Would they give it a rest? It was the one time!
C. Cara...van?
[It's Violin O'clock, as Sherlock is playing on the rooftop of Aube before the season gets too bad for it. He does a mix of improvising and taking requests of anyone who happened to be by, currently sliding from an irish jig before going into a violin rendition of Caravan - only to suddenly cause his bow to screech across the strings, flinching and scrambling to catch the bow before it dropped, clamping his chin tight against the stradivarius to hold it in place.
He stares at his hand for a moment, brows knitting in confusion before he resumes play]