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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2013 10:37:57 GMT -5
When the human started babbling in a panicked, foreign tongue, Strax couldn't help but roll his eyes. "Speak English, you insolent primitive! Or I will crush your puny human form." Perhaps the threat got through to the man, or he somewhat came to his senses himself, but the grip he had on the Sontaran's arm told him that this man was very afraid. The babbling and shouting and wide-eyed look told him that as well. But then the man shouted something about a dragon, and fell to the ground unconscious.
Sighing, Strax picked him up and carried him into the house. He paused at the door to Madame Vastra's room. Was this an urgent enough matter to disturb her while a client was visiting? No, at least, it didn't seem to be yet. So he took the man into his room and laid him on the desk. Immediately he had a look at the stump, where a longer arm should have been. At least it seems it should have been. He was human, after all. Their limbs tended to be proportionate, unlike some other species Strax had seen. But then something on the end of the stump caught his eye.
An arm. A tiny arm, that didn't look as though it were made of flesh. Strax quickly took out his medical device and scanned it. It had been bonded into the twisted skin somehow. But the method used was definitely not one that should have been present on Earth in this time period. That much the potato-like nurse could guess with much confidence. Perhaps now would be the time to alert Madame Vastra...deciding it was, Strax hurried out and down the hall to her room, knocking on the door. "Madame? There is something I think you had better see."
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Post by The Corsair on Oct 25, 2013 23:43:27 GMT -5
Madame Vastra listened intently to the older Holmes, taking note of the details of this particular situation. She tilted her head, smiling slightly at the idea of the three of them right in the middle of that gathering: it might prove useful to observe the various 'castes' and how they interacted in such small enclosure. But more importantly they would be able to find out what or who was behind this 'game of shadows' that was engulfing London, threatening to plunge it in a chaos bigger than the city could sustain. She returned the cup to its saucer and to the table, then she nodded: "I will take this assignment, yes. I pride myself in being able to gather information about the inhabitants of this city no matter how hard they try to hide it, as you obviously know, considering you're here with this offer. I will accompany you, as well as Madame Jenny and Mr. Strax. Is there any particular disguise you wish us to use?" Just then there was a knock on the door and Strax peeked in. Vastra frowned and lifted a hand in apology: "Do excuse me for a moment, Mr. Holmes." She stood and quickly joined Strax outside of the room before whispering: "What is it that compelled you to interrupt the meeting? Couldn't it wait a few more minutes?"
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Post by Irkk on Nov 13, 2013 14:25:31 GMT -5
"What is it that compelled you to interrupt the meeting? Couldn't it wait a few more minutes?"Strax drew himself to his full height at that, glaring at the Silurian woman. "Madame Vastra," he announced, "as the ranking military officer in our enterprise, it is my responsibility to take action should I perceive a threat to you or to your pet human. And there is a threat." He leaned close, gesturing towards the kitchen. "An entity known as the 'dragon' - if I understood the pathetic babbling of the messenger in the galley - has deployed mutagenic weapons of an unknown variety against us. Do you wish to interrogate him, or shall I turn him out as a stalking horse?"
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Post by River Song on Nov 14, 2013 14:10:58 GMT -5
Jenny stood beside and just behind her wife and listened while the gentleman told his tale. She masked her excitement at the prospect of a new - a Real - job with an outer appearance of professional nonchalance. But, she was really quite looking forward to a proper Case! "... I wish to request your services to accompany me to this gathering, and to observe. This man...whoever he is, I have a strong...I suppose the proper term would be 'hunch' that this gathering, or better yet, this mysterious man with no name but a title, is somehow involved with all of this. This party will be occurring tomorrow evening at eight o'clock P.M. Her Majesty and our Great Empire's government will pay for whatever expenses and charge you request, within reasonable range of course. Will you take on this assignment?" Ooooh! A Party!Seeing as Jenny was the only one of the Paternoster Gang that could actually pass as a human, she knew that this meant - more likely than not - that she was going to get to go undercover at this posh-sounding gala. She broke her calm exterior with a little grin and looked over to Mme. Vastra. Her wife, after all, had the final say on whether or not they'd take the job - and who would be attending the party. But... How could she resist? "I will take this assignment, yes. I pride myself in being able to gather information about the inhabitants of this city no matter how hard they try to hide it, as you obviously know, considering you're here with this offer. I will accompany you, as well as Madame Jenny and Mr. Strax. Is there any particular disguise you wish us to use?" Jenny's little grin blossomed into a dazzling smile. Yet, she resisted the urge to cheer. Professionalism, and all that. Just then there was a knock on the door and Strax peeked in. Vastra frowned and lifted a hand in apology: "Do excuse me for a moment, Mr. Holmes." With her wife gone to see to whatever it was the Strax needed her for, Jenny stepped up and took charge of their client - he mustn't be neglected, after all. "More tea, Mr. Holmes?" she offered with a lovely little smile that belied the true tigress beneath. "I'm sure Mme. Vastra won't be more'n a min'it," Jenny assured him in a soft, hospitable tone. Whatever it was that Strax wanted, it was probably nothing... At least, that's what Jenny was trying to convince herself.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2013 15:25:23 GMT -5
"I will take this assignment, yes. I pride myself in being able to gather information about the inhabitants of this city no matter how hard they try to hide it, as you obviously know, considering you're here with this offer. I will accompany you, as well as Madame Jenny and Mr. Strax. Is there any particular disguise you wish us to use?"
"Her Majesty and her country thank you for your services, Madame, as do I," Mycroft replied calmly. "I will let you be the judge of what identity or disguise you wish to use. Your own reputation here in London would allow you to attend the party without question. Except, of course, the guests wondering or gossiping about your veiled face throughout the party. But that would be common high class gossip that the higher society members are always prone to start. For minds such as ours, we can easily determine the truth from the wild imaginations of frivolous women and some less intelligent men. If you wish to use disguises, I have all the proper paperwork needed and prepared to pass your organization as members of my own private staff, including falsified medical records to excuse your need to conceal your face, and falsified passenger records to state your butler is from any colony of the British Empire you believe would better suit and excuse his behavior. Your lover, on the other hand, I have enough falsified records to pass her off as a man or woman, depending on the disguises and backgrounds you would prefer to use."
And speaking of Strax, it seems he has returned to discus some private matter or another with Madame Vastra that required her immediate attention. Mycroft nodded slowly in response to Vastra's departure. He leaned forward and rested his chin on top of his crossed hands, closing his eyes as he tried to make out the whispers Vastra and Strax were exchanging. The tones alone were pretty grave.
Either Vastra was busy with another client, or this other matter was tied in to the mysterious circumstances around what remained of Moriarty's organization. He was most willing to bet the latter. The distribution of Red Opium, the recent outbreaks of crimes related to the Chinese immigrants...and then that meteor that landed a while back. How did this all connect together.
"More tea, Mr. Holmes? I'm sure Mme. Vastra won't be more'n a min'it."
Mycroft slowly opened his eyes and looked back down to his ledger. Without looking back up to Jenny he calmly replied, "Yes. One sugar cube. No cream."
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Post by River Song on Nov 14, 2013 15:58:07 GMT -5
"I will let you be the judge of what identity or disguise you wish to use ... I have all the proper paperwork needed and prepared to pass your organization as members of my own private staff, including falsified medical records to excuse your need to conceal your face, and falsified passenger records to state your butler is from any colony of the British Empire you believe would better suit and excuse his behavior. Your lover, on the other hand, I have enough falsified records to pass her off as a man or woman, depending on the disguises and backgrounds you would prefer to use." Jenny cringed when Holmes called her Vastra's 'lover'. She was far more than that - anyone, really, could be a 'lover', but only one special person out there was suited to be another's 'spouse'. Yet, she didn't correct him - wouldn't be proper. Just then there was a knock on the door and Strax peeked in. Vastra frowned and lifted a hand in apology: "Do excuse me for a moment, Mr. Holmes."
With her wife gone to see to whatever it was the Strax needed her for, Jenny stepped up and took charge of their client - he mustn't be neglected, after all. "More tea, Mr. Holmes?" she offered with a lovely little smile that belied the true tigress beneath. "I'm sure Mme. Vastra won't be more'n a min'it," Jenny assured him in a soft, hospitable tone. Whatever it was that Strax wanted, it was probably nothing... At least, that's what Jenny was trying to convince herself. Mycroft slowly opened his eyes and looked back down to his ledger. Without looking back up to Jenny he calmly replied, "Yes. One sugar cube. No cream." Dutifly, Jenny gave a little nod of her head and gracefully fetched Mr. Holmes' cup. She took it to the tea tray and refilled it, and she gently plunked in one single cube of sparkling sugar before delivering it back to their guest. By now, Jenny thought that her wife was taking longer than she ought to, and she was starting to wonder what they may be whispering about out in the hallway - she'd be sure to ask about it as soon as Mr. Holmes was gone. Unless, somehow, it might be connected to his case... Whatever it was.
((OOC: just sticking this in here to add a few more sentances and to tie everything together. I think we can return to the regular rotation: Holmes, Vastra, Jenny, Strax (I think that's right).))
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Post by The Corsair on Dec 2, 2013 14:34:54 GMT -5
Vastra returned the glare: "Stop being so cantankerous, of course I want to check him myself." The Silurian followed Strax to the kitchen, where she examined the man and especially his arm trying to hide her surprise: "Hmmm... I doubt this man can tell us anything useful while still in shock. Strax, is there a way to numb his pain and keep him calm once he regains consciousness? If so, please administer it to him; I'll be back in a moment." She quickly stood and walked back where Jenny and Mycroft were talking, then knocked on the door to get their attention: "This is something both of you need to see; Mr. Holmes, I'm sure you're used to... peculiar events, but I must warn you that this is surely one of them. It is the doing of technology not available to the general public, so to speak." As they were heading to the kitchen she briefly ran her hand along Jenny's back, to acknowledge her and her importance even if she wasn't speaking directly to her for now, then turned to the man again: "Mr. Holmes, do you have any intel about anything or anyone called 'the dragon'? It might help with shading some light on this matter."
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Post by River Song on Dec 4, 2013 10:57:43 GMT -5
Thankfully, Mme. Vastra wasn't gone for very long. She marked her return with a knock on the door and announced that there was something that both Jenny and their client, Mr. Holmes, needed to see in the other room. "This is something both of you need to see; Mr. Holmes, I'm sure you're used to... peculiar events, but I must warn you that this is surely one of them. It is the doing of technology not available to the general public, so to speak." Jenny's eyes grew wide, and she voiced a curious, "Ooh!" and flashed a demure, yet thrilled little smirk at her wife. She shot a look to Mr. Holmes and gave a nod of her head - this was going to be quite interesting - even if if wasn't connected to their client's case. As they were heading to the kitchen [Vastra] briefly ran her hand along Jenny's back, to acknowledge her and her importance even if she wasn't speaking directly to her for now, then turned to the man again:
"Mr. Holmes, do you have any intel about anything or anyone called 'the dragon'? It might help with shading some light on this matter." Jenny synched her steps up with Vastra's, so that they were both walking at the same pace and putting the same feet forward: right, left, right, etc., as they moved down the hall together to the kitchen.
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Post by The Corsair on Aug 12, 2014 16:01:25 GMT -5
((*wonders about the fate of this one*))
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