Elementary

27 || Personal PI to Her Majesty This RPer took the Roleplay Anti-Hate Pledge

[hnahooksman-deactivated20170614]

Executioner, P.I. || Bastian & Lile

As he trudged over the roots and stones that littered the path to Swan Lake, Lile had to wonder if this meant he was an alcoholic. 

Here he was, going out of his way to put up with the company of a man he at best tolerated, through woods he hated, to sit on the shores of a lake he knew hid the bodies of more than a few of his victims. And all for a bottle of scotch he would only be allowed to drink half of. 

He’d have been better off just buying his own damn bottle. 

But, Lile supposed there were worse people he could pointedly ignore while sipping a tumbler of scotch that was nearly as old as he was. 

Bastian was already seated on a finely spun blanket when Lile’s path finally emerged from the trees. The executioner’s scowl deepened, upset that he wouldn’t be able to scold the man for making him wait. Still…

“I want to have a full glass in my hand by the time I take a seat.” Lile drawled, settling himself delicately on the furthest corner of the blanket from Bastian, the basket acting as a barrier between them.

[bastianholmes]

When he was honest, Bastian was hoping for a better bid. It could be far worst, but he was certainly thankful for the idea of drinks. He'd never organize a dinner without having an outlet, but regardless, he'd really need it tonight. The two had never been what Bastian would consider friends. Bastian got there early.

Knowing Lile wasn't exactly a sober man himself, he had brought a second bottle, and the first was already opened in front of him on the ground. Bastian had two entire glasses before he saw Lile appear. "It's about time, lad," he smirked as he filled the second glass. "Shall we even bother with the food then?" he asked, taking another sip.

[hnahooksman-deactivated20170614]

“Ah, a man after my own heart.”

“So, what romantic little niche did you have picked out for the blushing maiden you were hoping would win your basket?” 

[bastianholmes]

“Sounds like we’ll have a pleasant evening then.”

“To be fair, I didn’t have anyone in particular in mind, but I was thinking about going to Swan Lake.”

[hnahooksman-deactivated20170614]

“I trust the scotch is at least a decent vintage?”

[bastianholmes]

Of course. I only ever drink the best scotch there is.

[bastianholmes]

Unexpected Endings || Bastian, Meghan, and John

[meghanfehr]

Meghan could see that she had struck a nerve and couldn’t help but laugh at Bastian’s expense. “Oh Bassie, you know if I wanted to piss you off I don’t have to try.” She said staring deep into his eyes and he leaned towards her. “It was just a simple question, no need to get so defensive about it if it’s not true. They do call it liquid courage. So what are you going to do with all that extra courage?” She said teasing the man before leaning closer to him. 

Before she knew what was happening, Bastian had grabbed her hand and was dragging her towards his chambers, not that she minded. She had known there was a strong possibility of the night ending in his room, as they so often did. “Oh really? You’ll prove it to me now?” She asked when he stopped a few feet from the ballroom. “I have a lovely buzz going on at the moment. Why? Should I go grab us a bottle to take back to the room?” She asked. 

While she waited on his answer she heard a familiar singing voice making it’s way towards the duo. Meghan couldn’t help but smile when she realized who it was coming towards them. It was irony at it’s finest and Meghan found herself laughing at the situation. 

[littlejohnandermenhere]

After having finished a successful mission, John and Veronica had split up to make their way back to the ballroom separately. He let her go first and was taking a leisurely stroll through the castle when he heard a few voices in the distance. John stopped for a second to listen to the conversation to make sure it wasn’t one that if he interrupted would get him killed. After realizing it wasn’t guards members and that he actually recognized the pair of voices he began to smile. 

As he walked a little closer he could pick up bits of their conversation and was surprised at what he had heard. He had seen the two drink together on occasion at Fire and Ice, but had never known the pair was an item. John wondered if that was a secret he wasn’t supposed to know and started singing softly so they would know he was coming as he walked towards them. 

As he rounded the corner he came face to face with his date for the evening and the town’s very own PI. With a smile on his face, John walked up to the couple and stopped when he was standing in front of them. “There you are date.” He said to Meghan with a smirk. “I was wondering where you had disappeared to.” John glanced over to Bastian and couldn’t get a read on the man’s emotions and decided it was best to address him. “I’m sorry. Did I interrupt something?” 

[bastianholmes]

Bastian looked up at Meghan dumbfounded. “Damn straight I will. Uh… no,” he answered, finally straightening back up. “I mean, if you would like, I’m certainly not opposed, but I think I’ve had plenty to start with for the night,” he finished with a sly grin. After the ball in general, Bastian was just more than happy to get away from the people and back to both someone and something that he enjoyed.

Unfortunately, the unwanted presence caused Bastian to roll his eyes. His brief moment of happiness was gone, unless he could quickly get rid of Meg’s date. Bastian couldn’t help but grin widely at his question. “No. No of course not. One is never interrupting when two people are in the middle of a conversation,” he said, smile still intact.

Either due to the amount of alcohol in his system or to his own impatience, Bastian began to laugh. “You know, dear John, Meghan and I were actually on our way to do something quite important,” he said, taking Meg’s hand in his. “I’m sure you wouldn’t find it entertaining at all, so just run along now.”

[bastianholmes]

imaginealicek:

“I’d love to, but no thanks. I don’t drink unidentifiable dark liquids.”

“Live a little. Should we get you the white wine instead then?”

[bastianholmes]

pete-parsons:

“Well one, I wasn’t fighting her. Two, there are varying levels degree of sadism. Maybe you just haven’t found your level yet. Three, I do think you are sadistic.” 

“You think you’re so smart, don’t you boy?” he asked as he shook his head. “I’m glad to hear you have your own opinions. It means you’re smart enough to think on your own. That’s comforting.”

[bastianholmes]

missfayemathers:

“It does seem like that doesn’t it? I practically had  to force her to take the night off.” 

“Well she’s a damn good bartender,” he smiled as he took a sip of his drink. “How are you then, as you’re having to work now?”

[meghanfehr]

“Seriously Bastian. You are being such a dick right now. Just tell me.”

[bastianholmes]

“How about you tell me what you want to be or not be in it, and I’ll confirm or deny if it’s there?”

[cooper-kennedy-blog]

“Listen, I don’t have time to play around.”

[bastianholmes]

cooper-kennedy:

Cooper snorted and turned back to the bush he was trying to prop up when it occurred to him.

“Don’t walk that way through the orchard.  There’s an enormous patch of mud.”

“And the apples are still falling.” he said as he watched one loosen and drop straight down toward his visitor’s head.

Bastian waved his hand as he continued walking with his back to the man. He’d avoid stepping on any of his precious plants if that’s what the man wanted.

“Ow,” he sighed as he looked up at the sky and scratched his head. “What the hell was that?”

[bastianholmes]

melissa-kent:

“I didn’t realize you were such a clumsy man, Mr. Holmes.”

“How can one be blamed for clumsiness in a downpour?” 

[bastianholmes]

melissa-kent:

“Some people are social butterflies. Some people prefer to be alone. Regardless, at some point in life, you must realize that you have to have some interaction with others, even if you do not enjoy it.” Melissa said, her smile fading away to an expression of utter calm. “If I wasn’t aware that you were fond of the princess, I might believe you, Mr. Holmes, but as it stands, I cannot trust you based simply on your word alone. You are rather quick to make assumptions of people, aren’t you Mr. Holmes? I don’t think you have any evidence or extensive knowledge on who I am as a person to make the assumption that I don’t understand what it’s like.” She stood, reaching across the table to take her notebook back, closing the small book with a light thud. “If you aren’t already aware, Mr. Holmes, we are members of the court. Even you must be aware that you must have a network of connections to survive out in the world. I think we’re done here, Mr. Holmes. I’ll be taking my leave.”

Bastian held back a laugh. “Fond of… In what world do you think you know who I may or may not be fond of, Miss Kent?” he asked lightly, as he tried to hold back his growing temper. He might dig around in her files, but he never asked her personal questions where it was obvious. She didn’t need to know how he spent his free time, and now that she was questioning his social life… Bastian was quickly growing livid. As she stood, so did he. “Yes. Connections are necessary, but she’s the damned princess of Ever After, and you’re really telling me that you are evidence to prove she’s part of some sort of… rebellion?” he spoke quickly as he waved his arms around. “Fine,” he said, slamming his own hands on the table. “I guess we are.”

[bastianholmes]

natalie-furaha:

“Hm, then I suppose you wouldn’t understand,” she said softly, downing the last of the glass before filling it up again.

“Hm, true, I could. I just have no idea where in town I would find them beside the University. That’s the most obvious choice though, there is likely a shop somewhere in town though where they would each be found at.”

“Me? I understand everything. Don’t sell me short,” he said, shaking his head.

“What’s wrong with the university?” he asked before shrugging. “I have my own little library of sorts, as well. You could always try there.”

[bastianholmes]

keita-nazario:

“Yes, quite. I was just about to go see if anyone in town would like some help with clearing the debris.”

“Have you seen a doctor about that lip of yours yet? It looks like it needs one.”

“I’m sure there are several that do. Good luck with that.”

“No. I’m not going to worry about it. I’m sure it’ll heal in time.”

[bastianholmes]

drizella-moore:

“Does my expression suggest that I am joking?” Her tone was flat. She knew Beatrice well enough that she’d want her to marry someone who was wealthy and was in a high position. While Izzy didn’t know Bastian’s financial status, she was well aware that he was highly ranked, right next to Miss Kent herself. “Beatrice is looking to set me up with a suitor and as long as you’re in a position of power or have substantial wealth or both, she will try it.” 

Once more, he held back his laughter. “I am fair from suitable for you, Izzy, and I’m sure your mother knows that. Yes, I have power and am close to the Queen, but I am far from being a court member. My ranking lies outside of the hierarchy in this town,” he told her as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. The idea was absolutely absurd to him, but in a small way, he almost wouldn’t be surprised if Beatrice did try something like that. No… Certainly not. Bastian decided to push the possibility aside.

[bastianholmes]

natalie-furaha:

“Why don’t we agree to disagree about that, because I certainly was a fool. Spinning rooms do not exist Bassie, yet I was foolish enough to believe you.”

“Maybe not in this world. Are you feeling any better today though, Natalie?"

[bastianholmes]

natalie-furaha:

“True, it’s why you’re the best. Thanks Bastian,” she said. She hardly ever used his full name anymore, but she liked using it in times like this, when she was being serious about something. Knowing Bastian some, Natalie knew that he had probably figured that out. He never ceased to amaze her with what he knew about people.

“Sometimes it’s the words we don’t say that say more than anything else.”

“It’s always the words we don’t say, my dear,” he told her with a smile. He made his living on body languages, and he was quite glad to hear that she understood that.

[thecattymagician]

A Refreshing Face

[bastianholmes]

thecattymagician:

“You know they say, even in the darkness you should never drink alone.”

“I just didn’t think you’d want to join me after my absence.”

“I’ll drink wherever and whenever I please. Sometimes alone is the best one can do.”

“Oh, I didn’t pick you. You just happened to be sitting next to the only empty seat in here.”