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capeandcowllogs2013-07-04 07:55 pm
foreshadower) wrote in capeandcowllogs2013-07-04 07:55 pm
You will never reap of any seed
WHO: THE SHADE and SHERLOCK HOLMES
WHERE: Some classy tea shoppe
WHEN: Uhhh the evening of the third
WARNINGS: classy fucking bastards
SUMMARY: Shade and Sherlock need to catch up after Sherlock "killed" him
FORMAT: Tagger's choice!
It had been a several weeks, since they last spoke. The Shade had spent only a few hours regenerating from the dark slick that he'd dissipated into when Sherlock had ostensibly killed him in front of the other members of Phantasm. Sherlock had asked him to take a dive, but he was cure he hadn't imagined that he would go that far. But the Shade did love his dramatics. In fact, he thrived on them. He'd forgotten how much fun it was, when everyone played by the rules, and knew how to fight a real supervillain without debasing them.
That had been the issue with the modern world. Nobody really respected each other.
The Shade sighed almost longingly, crossing an ankle over his knee, as he waited for the other man to arrive. He hadn't even ordered, in a show of politeness. The only thing that had been brought to the table was the complimentary water. Hat off, he tapped a finger on the brim, resting on the table while he waited.
WHERE: Some classy tea shoppe
WHEN: Uhhh the evening of the third
WARNINGS: classy fucking bastards
SUMMARY: Shade and Sherlock need to catch up after Sherlock "killed" him
FORMAT: Tagger's choice!
It had been a several weeks, since they last spoke. The Shade had spent only a few hours regenerating from the dark slick that he'd dissipated into when Sherlock had ostensibly killed him in front of the other members of Phantasm. Sherlock had asked him to take a dive, but he was cure he hadn't imagined that he would go that far. But the Shade did love his dramatics. In fact, he thrived on them. He'd forgotten how much fun it was, when everyone played by the rules, and knew how to fight a real supervillain without debasing them.
That had been the issue with the modern world. Nobody really respected each other.
The Shade sighed almost longingly, crossing an ankle over his knee, as he waited for the other man to arrive. He hadn't even ordered, in a show of politeness. The only thing that had been brought to the table was the complimentary water. Hat off, he tapped a finger on the brim, resting on the table while he waited.