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capeandcowllogs2013-04-27 09:35 pm
foreshadower) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-04-27 09:35 pm
So we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts spring
WHO: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, and the Shade
WHERE: The mean City streets
WHEN: Late at night, on Friday 4/26
WARNINGS: A little violence, nothing major
SUMMARY: Shade agrees to help Sherlock and John impress their new buddies
FORMAT: Tagger's chioce, starting with para!
It had been too far long since he'd done this. At one time, many years in the past, he'd effected a costume, something lean, keeping himself looking just the picture of a man who lurked in the shadows. No, now he never dressed quite that simply, and instead dressed in his full, usual regalia. Sometimes, he would add a splash of color. Tonight, the only color was the white at his throat, the cravat he kept looped around his neck. He'd made a promise to aid a pair, and while he was hardly the sort to often do such things, it was invigorating, getting out like this. He'd taken hours to prepare, like he'd done long agao, practicing in front of a mirror, gesturing, letitng his shadows spread from his fingers and take form into fantastic, terrifying creatures, things humans could never conceive.
But it finally came to be time. The shadows he stepped into, pulling his hat low over his head, and hoisting his cane, he took to the streets, slipping between the shadows here and there, like a ghost. He would wait, until he found them, before he would slip forward completely. Instead, there was the slightest flicker in the deepest, darkest parts of the City, while he sought them out. They'd only hashed out the slightest of details, only enough that he would be able to slip from here to there close to where they should be showing up.
When he did see them, the Shade almost seemed to appear, smoke and shadows curling and clustering around him before they disippated around him, effecting a grin that was all villain, the look of a man who'd once done a job and enjoyed it. His grin split his face, and he tipped his hat, almost gentlemenly.
"Evening, gentlemen."
WHERE: The mean City streets
WHEN: Late at night, on Friday 4/26
WARNINGS: A little violence, nothing major
SUMMARY: Shade agrees to help Sherlock and John impress their new buddies
FORMAT: Tagger's chioce, starting with para!
It had been too far long since he'd done this. At one time, many years in the past, he'd effected a costume, something lean, keeping himself looking just the picture of a man who lurked in the shadows. No, now he never dressed quite that simply, and instead dressed in his full, usual regalia. Sometimes, he would add a splash of color. Tonight, the only color was the white at his throat, the cravat he kept looped around his neck. He'd made a promise to aid a pair, and while he was hardly the sort to often do such things, it was invigorating, getting out like this. He'd taken hours to prepare, like he'd done long agao, practicing in front of a mirror, gesturing, letitng his shadows spread from his fingers and take form into fantastic, terrifying creatures, things humans could never conceive.
But it finally came to be time. The shadows he stepped into, pulling his hat low over his head, and hoisting his cane, he took to the streets, slipping between the shadows here and there, like a ghost. He would wait, until he found them, before he would slip forward completely. Instead, there was the slightest flicker in the deepest, darkest parts of the City, while he sought them out. They'd only hashed out the slightest of details, only enough that he would be able to slip from here to there close to where they should be showing up.
When he did see them, the Shade almost seemed to appear, smoke and shadows curling and clustering around him before they disippated around him, effecting a grin that was all villain, the look of a man who'd once done a job and enjoyed it. His grin split his face, and he tipped his hat, almost gentlemenly.
"Evening, gentlemen."