A battle of whits || Modern day Sherlock Holmes RPG

[Gui-Chi]

(please reply someone. I know you're on holiday for the weekend starthorn, and I hope you're having a good time. Scarlet? Are you on? Please reply)

[Gui-Chi]

(hello? Please reply somebody. Anybody)

[Gui-Chi]

Anthea pouted and snatched her phone back "Yes, I do work for Mycroft" She replied calmly, now that she had her beloved phone back "Did you know that it's bad manners to steal someone's phone?" she asked, trying to divert the topic from her to him. She frowned when a loose strand of hair fell onto her face and she quickly blew it off. Now then. Be careful of what you say she thought to herself He's a sociopath, so his social skills are poor and he could take offence easily. Even if he is a high functioning one

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[Gui-Chi]

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[Gui-Chi]

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[Starthorn]

((Hello. Glad you joined in the end Gui. I must say, I never had you down as a nerd ever since you acquired that rather large 'I love nerds watch.' And I had a very reasonable weekend thank you, even through my younger cousins were a little trying on my patience. I'm kinda looking for that bullet right now. Anyone care to join me?))

[Gui-Chi]

(well Anthea is talking to Sherlock. And glad you had a nice weekend! )

[Starthorn]

(;^; I shall continue bravely alone!)

It didn't take Maddy long to find the bullet. By calculating the angle that it was shot at, and estimating the fire-power of the gun, she had only an area of about ten metres square to search.
It was embedded at a 45 degree angle in the ground. She could see the end glinting in the fading light. She walked slowly towards it, and bending down, dug around it in the earth with her hands. Maddy's scarf hung over her shoulders, and she pricked her ears as she heard an unfamiliar voice come from where she had found the body. She distinctly heard the word 'Mycroft'. Mycroft was Sherlock's brother.This was not good. The bullet was hot, almost so much so that she couldn't pick it up with her bare hands. She wrapped her scarf around them, and yanked it upwards. There was a clear black number '6' indented into the side.
3, 6, 9
If three was the dead man, six was the bullet, then nine? What was nine? She thought about the rest of the poem. It was all about a monkey, a goose, and how the monkey was killed. Like a victim.
There were four things.
The murdered person, the weapon, the murderer, and the location. An image of a large brass number nine in her head. There was one on the gate of this park. So what about the murderer? What was that supposed to be?
She pocketed it, along with the poetry book, and pulled some tape out of her pocket. It was yellow with 'Earth collapse do not enter' A little primitive, but it always seemed to do the trick. People were so stupid. She tided it in a square around four trees that circled the place where the bullet had hit. Sherlock might want to see it later. However, for some reason, she doubted it very much.
She walked slowly back towards the others, taking in the new woman. Judging by Johns uncomfortable stance, and Sherlock's expression of annoyance, they both knew her. She worked for Sherlock's brother. She hadn't eaten all morning, but had had some coffee. Some-one had switched an aspirin tablet for something a little more dangerous and she had been sitting on the roof. Maddy did a double take. What had she been doing up there?
((I'm very sorry, but I couldn't resist. Do you want me to RP Mycroft?))

[Gui-Chi]

(sure. My computer still won't let me watch the series so I wouldnt be very as Mycroft)

Anthea smiled at the new woman that had just walked up. She extended a polite hand "Anthea" she introduced herself. With her free hand she managed to slip her phone into a pocket and quickly zip it up safely. "You are?"

[Starthorn]

Maddy stared back up at the dark hair woman. Being short was not always an advantage, but Maddy wasn't really intimidated by this woman.
"I don't want to shake hands with some-one who I don't know and won't tell me their real name." she replied. And hand shaking was a stupid formality anyway. She didn't mind not knowing some-one's name that much really, but shaking hands with a person that she couldn't trust was not on the agenda.