The Thief And The Prince || Closed Adlock RP
Irene only managed to catch his question quickly as she ducked away. She lived very comfortable for the next few weeks with the riches she stole from the palace and had sold to a few greedy buyers. Though the prince she had run into had stayed on her mind for a long while. She had never met someone interesting as him, nor so like her before. It was tempting, very much so. in fact once she ran out of gold she went back again, during dinner when everyone was busy and when his room would be empty. She quietly snuck in just as she did before and laid on the bed, looking around at any changes he had made while she was away
Sherlock had a nasty habit of skipping things like family dinner. Such things simply… didn’t matter to him and he wasn’t sure why his family constantly pushed for his company. It was obvious that they never enjoyed having him around. Just a bit too analytical. and far too sarcastic for civilized conversation. Not to mention, Sherlock was the one who told his mother that their father had been cheating on her. The past few weeks, however, his mind was preoccupied, more so than usual, and he had a difficult time even speaking at dinner. His family found this odd, but didn’t often comment on it. The young man’s presence with lack of annoyance was a blessing to them. Even still, he couldn’t get that woman out of his mind…
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NO, NO THERE IS AN ACTUAL LEGITIMATE NAME FOR THAT
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The Thief And The Prince || Closed Adlock RP
"I’m impressed" She chuckled and started taking the items he was picking up and putting them in her satchel. "For years I have been robbing and stealing and taking what I need, never before have I been caught, and by accident no less….At least you didn’t try to kill me.." She said lightly "Must be boring though, seems you only stay in this room judging by the state of it. Lonely too, you know you and I could be great partners if a time should arise where we need to work together. Both of us smart and quick thinking, but not really with any connections to teh rest of the world….You and I are alike…" She mused before packing away everything "Now if that is all I must bid you adieu" She stated before darting off before he could stop her and was quickly in the tunnel heading out of the palace.
"There wouldn’t be a point in trying to kill you." Logically speaking, Sherlock knew that he wouldn’t be any match for the woman before him. He was pampered and did very little in the way of strengthening his body. He was far more concerned with strengthening his mind. If Irene wanted to kill him, she would have no problem in doing so. What caught him by surprise, however, was how easily she was able to read him, and how quick to mention that they would probably make a decent team should they ever need to become a team. Why did that idea appeal to him so much? Probably because his life was dull and it certainly wouldn’t be with Irene… "Will you come back?" he questioned, though by the time he’d said it, she was already on her way out.
𝔾𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕥. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥.
He made sure to make sure he wasn’t being watched any longer when he was heading into the area that was deemed made for Hydra. His mind on autopilot, knowing he was not allowed to be found. The soldier was more than careful when being in larger cities, especially given when he was traveling into Berlin from London and then making a trip back with a device.
He knew better than let someone find him. It was in his blood or at least hard wired into him by the soviets not to be caught when he went to get what he needed. Of course his way to getting to Hydra bases was cutting through side routes, and back alley’s. He had sensed someone had been trailing him, and decided to pull a different route. One that involved him jumping from rooftops. He of course could survive due to his nature. He had no time to waste, afterall a bomb was ticking.
Following the soldier all the way to Berlin had been a taxing experience, mostly because Sherlock was not a patient person. Knowing what would come should he fail his mission… There wasn’t much time for him to waste and the margin for error was literally zero. If he failed, he would not be the only person suffering. People he cared about, people he couldn’t stand, and people who were neither here nor there to him would all come to an end because he hadn’t been fast enough.
Tailing him proved to be difficult. At one point, Sherlock had, shamefully, lost track of him and while he expected to have lost him permanently, he was fortunate to find him again. From London, to Berlin, back to London was a long and unnecessary trip, but Sherlock didn’t have the time to stop, not until the soldier had been stopped. There was no other option.
Unfortunately Sherlock wasn’t exactly prone to jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Sure, there was a great deal of physical strain on him from day to day, but this was stressful in ways that he would be feeling for days upon days. Assuming he wasn’t dead, of course, though he finally saw his opportunity. When the man stopped and lowered himself to place the bomb on the ground.
"I wouldn’t do that if I were you," he called, gun in hand.
Loved this scene.
Sherlock is Actually a Girl’s Name
"Honestly I want in to try and see how you’d try and converse as a woman, it’d be interesting….could I come, in case you need a hand?" She inquired as the cab came to a stop and Irene was soon paying for the fare and quickly walked out. "Come along love, don’t have all day" Irene hummed as she walked towards a quiet road, heading towards a specialty store which sold a number of women’s lingerie and things like wigs and such designed for men and waited for Sherlock to come in. She was already talking to the owner there and started suggesting things for Sherlock to try.
For a moment, Sherlock shuffled through every scenario that ran through his head. Irene accompanying him on any case was dangerous, simply due to the type of relationship he and Irene shared. However she could be beneficial on this particular case considering she was exactly the type of person needed. Brilliant, charming beyond measure, convincing, and, of course, female. “I suppose I could bring you along.” He couldn’t, after all, bring John with him. That would have just been too much. “So long as you promise to behave.” Even if she promised, he wouldn’t be able to hold her to it. He knew this.
Following Irene out of the cab, he didn’t bother to make a fuss about her paying for the cab. Chances were, she had more money than he did anyway. With the line of work she was in, it was a pretty safe bet. “Oh, I doubt that. Whenever you come to visit me, you typically have the entire day to waste.” He’d picked up on the patterns of her frequent visits some time ago. Once inside of the shop, he merely stood behind her, however, allowing her to do what she needed to do.
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New Recruits | Sherlock & Nikolai
“She knows a great deal, having learned from those before her. She is a smart woman, and knows what is best to make S.H.I.E.L.D. operate.. efficiently,” Nikolai chose his words carefully. Director Maria Hill had taken on the responsibility of filling incredibly large and heavy shoes after Fury disappeared. And, then, after the mess with Hydra, her job only grew harder. Even worse for her, since many didn’t bother to take her seriously as a director since she was a woman.
Nikolai knew better than that, of course. And while he had to trust Maria’s judgement with regard to Sherlock Holmes, he did not have to like it.
"Mr. Holmes, you don’t have to like us. You can think us inferior all you please, but the matter is that we are in need of your skills. The only consulting detective in the world and the only one brilliant enough to deduce a man’s history by the status of favorite wrist watch. Regardless.. we have something that we need help with. And you’re the only man we know of and can find that can solve something like this."
Of course. She. A woman in power wasn’t something Sherlock shied away from. As a matter of fact, he hardly registered gender roles at all. Why would he? Women were, by all technicality, the stronger sex, but details like that simply didn’t matter to someone like Sherlock Holmes. There wasn’t much that did matter to him aside from easing his own boredom—generally with detail oriented cases. There were, of course, other details throughout his life, those he actually considered friends and loved ones, but they were few and far between. The ability to count them on one hand was actually quite a positive thing for the detective. How many loved ones would he be able to handle?
That still didn’t answer what this organization wanted with him though. There was a case, one that some of the best and brightest spies and scientists in the world could not solve, but that didn’t answer what it was. Were the details that such brilliant minds could not solve enough for him to go on?
Tempting, but not enough, he decided. He wanted the details, more so than what he was getting simply buy giving Nikolai a once-over.
"How about you take a seat and tell me, in detail, what this is about. You must have been wise enough to suspect that I wouldn’t board a plane with you and simply agree to join your organization without more knowledge to go on. I’m desperate, not ignorant."