OOC: Giving this RP
Bye guys. No one will read this, but, yeah. Bye.
Mycroft Holmes: sherlockassassin: infuriatingholmesbrother: sherlockassassin:…
[His sour expression fails to improve when she ruffles his hair and he huffs quietly] You’re very…
I know you haven’t, and I won’t let you. -She smoothes a hand over his hair, sighing softly.- I’m just happy that I’m alive.
[He allows the touch with a smile] I suppose that is the upside.
How much longer of this do you have? Do you know? -she tips her head to the side in wondering.-
Uhm….. [He does a quick calculation in his head] An hour. And then I get to deal with suddenly aging roughly thirty years which is….. uh…. just short of traumatic, really.
You know what? When this is all over, if you’d let me, I’d love to work for you. -A wondering smile crossed her face-
[He grins back] I’d like that. I guess I can’t really hire you right now…I don’t even know if people actually formally hire assassins… but I will, okay?
We’ll figure it out in about a little less that 45 minutes now. -She squeezes her hand- I wouldn’t mind looking after you hun.
Mycroft Holmes: sherlockassassin: infuriatingholmesbrother: sherlockassassin:…
[His sour expression fails to improve when she ruffles his hair and he huffs quietly] You’re very…
I know you haven’t, and I won’t let you. -She smoothes a hand over his hair, sighing softly.- I’m just happy that I’m alive.
[He allows the touch with a smile] I suppose that is the upside.
How much longer of this do you have? Do you know? -she tips her head to the side in wondering.-
Uhm….. [He does a quick calculation in his head] An hour. And then I get to deal with suddenly aging roughly thirty years which is….. uh…. just short of traumatic, really.
You know what? When this is all over, if you’d let me, I’d love to work for you. -A wondering smile crossed her face-
Mycroft Holmes: sherlockassassin: infuriatingholmesbrother: sherlockassassin:…
[His sour expression fails to improve when she ruffles his hair and he huffs quietly] You’re very…
I know you haven’t, and I won’t let you. -She smoothes a hand over his hair, sighing softly.- I’m just happy that I’m alive.
[He allows the touch with a smile] I suppose that is the upside.
How much longer of this do you have? Do you know? -she tips her head to the side in wondering.-
She tipped her head, peering at him. “I’m the assassin, but you can call me Olivia, that’s what most people do.”
“I don’t care what most people do.” Seb puts down his drink with a frown. “What should I call you?”
“I suppose Olivia is fine.” She sat down then, peering over the table in obvious curiosity. “So you’re the great Sebastian Moran. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Seb can’t help but grin at the remark. “Of course you have. I’m exceedingly good at what I do.”
A grin stretched across her own face. “And as arrogent as they say as well. It’s nice to meet you finally.”
The woman made her way to the table without stopping for a drink first. She leaned forward, against the chair, the scent of sweet perfume wafted from her, the smile not leaving her lips. “Mr. Moran, I assume.” She leaned her chin into her palm.
“Yes, and who might you be darling?” Seb eyes her and takes a large sip from his drink.
She tipped her head, peering at him. “I’m the assassin, but you can call me Olivia, that’s what most people do.”
“I don’t care what most people do.” Seb puts down his drink with a frown. “What should I call you?”
“I suppose Olivia is fine.” She sat down then, peering over the table in obvious curiostiy. “So you’re the great Sebastian Moran. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
The woman made her way to the table without stopping for a drink first. She leaned forward, against the chair, the scent of sweet perfume wafted from her, the smile not leaving her lips. “Mr. Moran, I assume.” She leaned her chin into her palm.
“Yes, and who might you be darling?” Seb eyes her and takes a large sip from his drink.
She tipped her head, peering at him. “I’m the assassin, but you can call me Olivia, that’s what most people do.”
Seb sat in a deserted corner of the busy pub. There were many people out tonight, milling about in a public place. It looked safe, but actually seemed less so. Many of them being acquaintances of either him or his boss, Seb felt comfortable…
The woman made her way to the table without stopping for a drink first. She leaned forward, against the chair, the scent of sweet perfume wafted from her, the smile not leaving her lips. “Mr. Moran, I assume.” She leaned her chin into her palm.
Mycroft Holmes: sherlockassassin: infuriatingholmesbrother: sherlockassassin:…
[His sour expression fails to improve when she ruffles his hair and he huffs quietly] You’re very…
I know you haven’t, and I won’t let you. -She smoothes a hand over his hair, sighing softly.- I’m just happy that I’m alive.
sherlockassassin started following you
Hello there.Oh hello Mr. Holmes. It’s nice to finally meet you…although I’m surprised you’re still a little boy.
[He crosses…
Oh no, I am very much an assassin. But I work for the government, in fact, I work under you…when you’re older.
Oh okay [He grins] That’s different then. How many people have you killed?
-She blows out a puff of air- You don’t wanna know kid. You really don’t.
[He rolls his eyes] I told you, I’m not a kid. You’re not going to shatter my moral view of the world, that happened quite a long time ago. Just give me an estimate. Five? Ten? Twenty?
-She sighes and runs a hand through her hair- Somewhere around three thousand. You probably won’t know about this when you grow up either, but I’ve been trained by the government since I was three.
[He frowns again, annoyed at the prospect of Sherlock knowing things he doesn’t] Well now I will, won’t I?
-She smiles softly- Yes You will. Mycroft, the Government is a savage. If you knew half of what I knew…I know enough. [He picks at his sleeves, irritated at being treated like a child] I am a part of it, you know. Not all of it. Not yet, but I do know things.
-She ruffles his hair softly- I know you think you know a lot. I bet you’de be shocked by some of the things that go on though.
[His sour expression fails to improve when she ruffles his hair and he huffs quietly] You’re very condescending, you know. [He looks down, playing with his sleeve again, a thoughtful blank face] Important people….Government people…they ask for my help.They used to do it because I was smart, but now they need me. They can’t think like I do. I…. [He frowns] I don’t think I’ve killed three thousand people yet, but…. I’ve made choices for them. Choices that get people killed. Kids don’t make choices like that, do they?
-She watches him for a second- I know…I know how it feels. I don’t remember anything but my job now. I don’t even remember my parents…They were killed because of the government. I didn’t understand why they made a child do such…awful things. -She puts her hand on top of his- I still don’t understand. You may not have been able to be a child because of it, I know, I was never one either.
[He sighs, shaking his head] I’m sorry. I don’t really have anything to complain about when what you went through was much worse. Most kids would kill to be secret agents or whatever the Hell I’m supposed to be. [He smiles ruefully] I hope…. I hope I don’t do anything like that. Like what happened to you. I don’t want to have to make those choices.
Well in someway in another we all have it worse off than someone somewhere, se we all have the right to complain. -She grins- It’s all right, I know you won’t have to make the decisions I have. How about this, from now on I’ll make sure you won’t okay?
