The British Government

Mycroft Holmes. I hold a minor position in the British government. { Roleplay account for Mycroft Holmes from Sherlock. Don't be confused by the side images, this is all one character Please read rules and verses page!}

[r-fiennes-deactivated20180717]

[dontfrequentcafes]

Coming back from the dead after two years and I might reboot myc. Not sure!!

[shallnotdisappoint]

“Yes. Everything except from my name.”

“I see… Why do I think you’re..I mean… you sound sad?”

[dontfrequentcafes]

"Frustrated would be a more fitting word, I think."

[fermat-theorem-blog]

Someone is here

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Lisbeth looked closely at the man in front of her. “Something of grave importance …. at first you have to tell me who is your boss or who was.”

[dontfrequentcafes]

boss? Mycroft couldn't help smirk slightly at that. "Ms. Salander, I'm the highest up on the food chain. For what you'll be needed for, at least, you will come to me." he knew he had to convince her, and that he wouldn't have a second chance to do so. "It pays well and it's simple enough. You're in, you're out, and we will never contact you again, and you will never have the slightest possibility or chance to contact us either."

[assfactor]

[silhouettedgunflash-blog]

Gotta run.

The world rushed past her in a blur, her feet pounded the grass of the grounds. She supposed she’d made about three full circuits now, but the burn of her muscles wasn’t enough.

Domestic life was good. She loved it, and wouldn’t change her family for the world- but she missed her freedom. The rush and adrenaline of fighting. Of spending her days doing something other than caring for others.

So she ran. To remind herself of who she was, beyond Mum.

[dontfrequentcafes]

Mycroft had promised himself he wouldn't. He'd let Sable have her morning run and wouldn't disturb her. She needed peace from everything at home, needed to find herself and what she truly lived for every morning.

Still, Mycroft walked out onto the stone walkway (that only went so far in the courtyard) and yelled at Sable loud enough for her to hear from such a distance.

"Sable! Please put a shirt on! It's quite cold out! I have one!" he lifted his hand, which held an athletic underarmour shirt. Sable wore just a sports pra and exercise shorts. He felt cold just looking at her. Still, he couldn't help but chuckle. It was like looking after a child.

[shallnotdisappoint]

“Why is that so? You sound like you did a lot of things for me. Mind to mention what are those? Though I must say, the percent of me believing it all are very low.”

“What did you say your name was again?”

[dontfrequentcafes]

"You really have forgotten all of it..." 

"I'm Mycroft. Mycroft Holmes. And I've gotten you out of a lot of trouble. You don't have to acknowledge it, of course. You didn't back then either."

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Someone is here

[fermat-theorem-blog]

“Another Holmes ? I did not know that he spreads”

“You know my name so I assume that you are here for a reason, what do you want ?”

[dontfrequentcafes]

"I know that your skills aren't necessarily...legal...but I could use your expertise for something of grave importance."

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[dontfrequentcafes]

if you can think of a ship, i will answer either of these sets of questions for them:

big spoon/little spoon:

favorite non-sexual activity:

who uses all the hot water:

most trivial thing they fight over:

who does most of the cleaning:

what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue:

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working:

who steals the blankets:

who leaves their stuff around:

who remembers to buy the milk:

who remembers anniversaries:

or

who cooks normally?:

how often do they fight?:

what do they do when they’re away from each other?:

nicknames for each other?:

who is more likely to pay for dinner?:

who steals the covers at night?:

what would they get each other for gifts?:

who kissed who first?:

who made the first move?:

who remembers things?:

who started the relationship?:

who cusses more?:

what would they do if the other one was hurt?:

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Someone is here

aesirnomore - started following you

dontfrequentcafes - started following you

“I hope that you are here by mistake”

[dontfrequentcafes]

"Mistake? No I don't think that would be the wrong word...but I don't think we've properly met. Hello, Ms. Salander. I'm Mycroft Holmes."

[anewquartermaster]

It was rather. But if there’s a more pressing issue you’d like to attend to, I’d me happy to  turn my attention to that. 

[dontfrequentcafes]

"always nice to see a professional. Nothing too dramatic to attend to. Just thought you could brief me on the mission that's about to be launched. Good boy scouts are always prepared, wouldn't you say?"

[shallnotdisappoint]

“Would it bring you comfort if I remember none at all. My name is the only thing I can remember. Don’t worry, I’m in pursuit of the memories I’ve lost if that’s what troubles you.”

[dontfrequentcafes]

"Well I suppose all you really need to know is that I'm your older brother and despite everything I've done for you, you can't stand being in my presence. "

[nohospitals-deactivated20130911]

A cold

[nohospitals-deactivated20130911]

A pregnant pause at the question that still haunted Sherlock’s thoughts, everyday John asked that stupid question and each day Sherlock would answer with a blunt ‘fine’ but in all truth he was far from that. Aches and pains daily, fears of loosing control over his basic functions or waking up on the floor after fitting. No, fine was not a term to be given lightly and he only said it to ward the Doctor away. Sherlock and John were no longer friends, they were patient and Doctor. Tedious, depressing and rather a serious turn of events. A month ago Sherlock would have been prowling round the flat and solving cases but now it was a miracle if he could remember his own bloody name. Stuck in doors with a cold and people just looking at him with such a pathetic look about them, it made Sherlock sick.

  “Why ask a question if you’ve already answered it” Sherlock snapped, irritated by the lack of of conversation he had today, nobody was here to talk to and the television had given him a headache. Sherlock would have much rather his brother just sit down and stop with this dancing around eggshells business. Another pause and Sherlock made a grunt of pain. The sight in his left eye had gone about an hour ago, he had been mostly looking at things with a very bad distant guess. It would come back soon, it had been on and off for a few days now.

[dontfrequentcafes]

Mycroft sighed. His brother didn't like being pampered or treated like a child...even if he had brain cancer, Sherlock would always be his own person, and Mycroft knew that John was careful enough and pampering enough for Sherlock not to want his brother around if he was going to add to those actions...so Mycroft started to make some tea, but tried to seem as bored as possible.

"I'm only doing this as an obligation, you know. I don't have to be here, nor do I want to be." It was hard lying so harshly...but Sherlock would appreciate it to some extent. What people needed in situations like this wasn't special treatment...but to be treated normally.

[alesario]

ralph fiennes

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[thefirstoneensabahnur]

When someone mentions Ralph Fiennes, the first thing I think of is that young, handsome, sexy beast from Quiz Show. Anyone else?

[fyralphfiennes]

[dontfrequentcafes]

quartermaestro started following you

Ah, hello Q...you've caught me at a rather bad time...was there something you needed?