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WHO:

sh_consulting
WHERE: An abandoned building.
WHEN: The morning of the 26th, continuing from the night of the 25th.
WARNINGS: Violence.
SUMMARY: Sherlock intrudes upon Azrael. It doesn’t go well.
FORMAT: First quick, then I don't know.

[ It’s a beautiful night for casting punishment on the wicked, however old as it might be. Within an abandoned little construction lie, falling apart at its edges—holes in the floors peering down on the floors below, splinters and glass scattered across its floors. Scarce sad scaffolding still clings to its edges, remnants of a renovation long since forgotten.

Within the third, top floor of this place does an evil man sit unwillingly bound and gagged. Michael (not right now, Azrael) holds Sin dangerously close to his legs, threatening (no, foreshadowing) to stroke downward in a smooth, brutal sweep.

He’s been babbling to him for an immeasurable amount of time, voice booming with fanatical fervor, steady in his broken convictions. It echoes throughout the building, shaking off the walls—mostly nonsense, his madness growing exponentially within the past few weeks. If the massive doors to the structure creak, he doesn’t notice them. ]

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No. [ frantically: ] Put that down!

[ Leaping forward, Michael shoves his empty hand foward―intent on grabbing the front of Sherlock's coat, unconcerned about the gun. Intent on Sherlock's ruin, his defeat. ]

[He throws the hand with the communicator behind him and fires, instantly, point blank. He knows enough about the armour to know that it would be unlikely to pierce it, even at this range, but the impact and the pain should be more than enough anyway.]

―Nng! [ The impact stuns him, knocks his breath away entirely; his knees nearly buckle entirely beneath him. Gunshot wounds aren't unfamiliar to him, but it's undoubtedly still completely and utterly agonizing, unequivocally shocking. The Sword of Sin clatters on the bare concrete floor beside him, abandoned.

But he's not going to let this stop him, not going to let another one get away from his grasp. Blinking tears away, his arm lashes out yet again with the intent of shoving that arm holding the gun out of the way. ]

You― [ His other hand grabs at, pulls the lapels of Sherlock's jacket. Iron in its grip. ] ―I am not letting you get away with this!

[He manages to maintain his grip on the gun, somehow, but he can't cock it again. He feels himself dragged forward by his coat, feet slipping before he locks them into place and pulls back.

His other hand is still gripped iron tight around his communicator, his thumb hovering over the record button.]

And yet.

[Scripture. As much as he can remember, pulling it up in seconds, crowding the very air around them - between them.

The word of God, Bright and Blinding.]

Edited 2012-01-25 07:09 (UTC)

[ It blinds him in more than one respect. The outrage that stirs within him when all in his vision is what he lives for, the sheer arrogance in the exploitation of holy work in a misguided deed is one that chills his bones and heats his blood. He's witnessing a damned man, he knows. Someone eternally hellbound, without chance of redemption.

Unable to see, unable to focus, his first instinct is to shove the offender as far away from himself as possible. He can't breathe, for God's sake. ]

[ Perfect, now all he had to do was--

He stumbled backwards, and suddenly there was nothing behind him. His thumb hit the record button out of a sheer moment of panicked realization.

Then he fell. (http://capeandcowl.livejournal.com/3587299.html) ]

Edited 2012-01-25 07:45 (UTC)

[ When Sherlock topples out of his vision and the scripture clears, he's left standing in that place, jarred and horrified. There was no righteousness in this method, he made a mistake―

Bending down to take his blade, Michael flees. Runs down the flights of stairs, eyes closed as he leaves the scene of what he assumes to be a murder. He's made too many mistakes, God forgive him, please. Please.

Without looking back, he goes.

EXEUNT ]

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