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.::.Possession.::. [1/?]OOC: This kind of a cross over of Supernatural and Sherlock BBC. Dean and Sam might or might not appear here.
Sherlock told John he had to go out, John asked if he wants him to accompany him. He rejected his request and says have to investigate a case alone. He didn't tell John as of where he was going. He was off to U.S. deciding to do some cases and investigation down there.
He went down the stairs, giving Mrs. Hudson his goodbyes before he was out of the flat's door. Walking to the edge of the side walk, raising his hand up, calling a cab. A black metallic cab pulled up. The door opened as he steps inside and close it behind him, whispering to the driver to the location he'll be going. To the airport.
Sherlock collected his belongings, making his way out of the airport. He was in Kansas, Kansas City Airport. He was wearing a jacket, with a blue scarf wrapped around on his neck with dark black pants. He always seen wearing his usual style, other than no clothes other than
.::.Dispute.::.Radioactive didn't care what his little brother has to say, he simply says no on going to the human city. "No! Your going not going there, not ever." He growled through his teeth. He taken care of his little brother since he was born, after...the death of his mother. Father went missing, they both on the search for him but no use.
"Oh come on! It's not like I am going to eat anyone." Biomorph complained with a frown on his face.
"YOUR BLIND." Radioactive growled out at him.
"Yea you just realized when we do not have eyes. Thanks bright one." He said with his lips curled back to reveal his sharp teeth.
"I won't let you, if I to sit on you all day I will. You might get attacked, hunted down and killed! Humans are bad news! They don't care what you are, they either want you dead or become their little test experiment." He said, his tail lashing behind him.
They both been at it for 2 more hours till they both just sat down and shut up, letting the silent take them both. They both venting o
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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