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daybreakacademy2019-10-05 08:53 pm
improbablenotimpossible) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-10-05 08:53 pm
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Case 2
Who: Sherlock Holmes, Open
When: Post Hunt, early October
Where: All over.
Warning: Talk of Hunt induce wtfery, will update as needed.
TEXT, September 27
UN: ThreeCoffins
I know I am not the only one who had fallen sway to the Wild Hunt's influence, and I want to apologize for what I might have done. My memory is unfortunately a blur for much of the night - this is an explanation not an excuse.
All I can say - I can assure you, that I have no intentions or desire to harm anyone when I am in my right mind, but I can understand any wariness you might have.
[Garage]
[The car he had driven off on that night was hauled back instead of being taken to a junk yard, and in the evenings, one can find the vampire dressed shockingly casual in oil-stained faded jeans and an old white with a hazy camel on the front. The windshield was shattered, but the hood is popped up, and he's leaning in, seeming completely focused on the engine block, for once not noticing if anyone's approaching, muttering to himself]
Figures there's misalignment... suspension needs work... when the hell did they last change out the oil filter?
[He seems quite absorbed in this]
[ANGRY VIOLIN NOISES]
[Music is his focus, and his escape - normally he would be in his room, but it was late at night so he sought out one of the auditoriums in Theater Lenormand, playing to what he thought would be an audience of zero, the bow angrily darting across the strings, his entire body jerking and twisting with the angry, frustrated melody that is coming out for almost an hour. Then as if he just burned out all his emotion, his bow drops from his hand, and he pitches backwards, falling into a chair, cradling the violin in his hand like it was a precious newborn]
[Library]
[Someone can be seen with stacks of books, many of them pertaining to the Hunt, and others towards mind-influencing magic, he is constantly cross-referencing and doubling up, writing by hand in a huge book filled with sticky notes and faded newspaper clippings, as well as typing it out into a laptop. Doubling the work, but also making sure he's less likely to lose his work.
Unfortunately this means he's hogging those books for the time being, as well as making an entire table unusable due to the mess he's making]
When: Post Hunt, early October
Where: All over.
Warning: Talk of Hunt induce wtfery, will update as needed.
TEXT, September 27
UN: ThreeCoffins
I know I am not the only one who had fallen sway to the Wild Hunt's influence, and I want to apologize for what I might have done. My memory is unfortunately a blur for much of the night - this is an explanation not an excuse.
All I can say - I can assure you, that I have no intentions or desire to harm anyone when I am in my right mind, but I can understand any wariness you might have.
[Garage]
[The car he had driven off on that night was hauled back instead of being taken to a junk yard, and in the evenings, one can find the vampire dressed shockingly casual in oil-stained faded jeans and an old white with a hazy camel on the front. The windshield was shattered, but the hood is popped up, and he's leaning in, seeming completely focused on the engine block, for once not noticing if anyone's approaching, muttering to himself]
Figures there's misalignment... suspension needs work... when the hell did they last change out the oil filter?
[He seems quite absorbed in this]
[ANGRY VIOLIN NOISES]
[Music is his focus, and his escape - normally he would be in his room, but it was late at night so he sought out one of the auditoriums in Theater Lenormand, playing to what he thought would be an audience of zero, the bow angrily darting across the strings, his entire body jerking and twisting with the angry, frustrated melody that is coming out for almost an hour. Then as if he just burned out all his emotion, his bow drops from his hand, and he pitches backwards, falling into a chair, cradling the violin in his hand like it was a precious newborn]
[Library]
[Someone can be seen with stacks of books, many of them pertaining to the Hunt, and others towards mind-influencing magic, he is constantly cross-referencing and doubling up, writing by hand in a huge book filled with sticky notes and faded newspaper clippings, as well as typing it out into a laptop. Doubling the work, but also making sure he's less likely to lose his work.
Unfortunately this means he's hogging those books for the time being, as well as making an entire table unusable due to the mess he's making]
Library
Re: Library
[He asked for clarification, as he looks over the stack, given Rex's height it is indeed a massive pile]
And noted - I generally do not get hassled too much, but I suspect because some of the Librarians believe I am a staff member.
no subject
[ Though Rex's method proves to be a bit different as he starts to set up shop on the table next to Sherlock's. He arranges some of the stack into a semi-circle around him, each book opened flat. His eyes glide over two pages at once, then he turns his head to the next one, turning the page on the previous without looking. ]
May I enquire as to what you are researching?
no subject
[He didn't even consider odd enough to be worth commenting over, giving a slight nod at Rex's arrangement - he started off that way himself, but it certainly drifted into the chaos they have now]
Well, more on the Hunt that went through - their behavior was noted to be highly unusual, changes in patterns are quite telling, it comes to deducing why it changes. And also barriers, warding marks, and the like.