#betterholmesanddeductions

[ask-the-sweets-detective]

better-holmes-and-deductions "Sherlock!" called Misses Hudson from downstairs. "I believe someone is here to see you!"

[deductivexcreativity]

A Fragile Soul Caught in the Hands of Fate // OPEN RP

     Humans are such… fragile creatures. That much cannot be denied. The slightest hardship can send most people into spiraling depression beyond belief. Some, like Evelyn, was little phased by these occurrences.

     That being said, things become exceptionally worse once actual traumatic experiences occur: In this case, the death of young Evelyn Holland’s parents.

     It had happened all so suddenly. First, Kira had killed off her fbi agent father… and then, toward the end of her exchange program, he killed her mother- a simple lawyer caught in a courtroom scandal.

     Evelyn had been hiding out for some time now- if she was correct, her exchange student program ended two weeks ago- and the brunette had nowhere to go. No one to turn to.

     “Someone… anyone…” but she knew she was pleading to an empty, abandoned room.

     Evelyn wanted to find Kira. She wanted him to be executed.

     She wanted vengeance.

     However… in light of the situation around her, vengeance seemed a far-fetched goal. For now, she would just have to settle with sitting in an abandoned building, thinking. 

     Her head shot up at the sound of movement amidst the rubble. “Is... is anyone there?” The brunette murmured quietly. Her emerald hue eyes scanned the area around her. Could it have just been an animal? Maybe a rat? No... there was someone here: she was sure of it. 

     “Show yourself.” It was not a question, but a command. 

[ask-the-sweets-detective]

"Bow down to your Meme Queen."

[ask-the-sweets-detective]

A Battle of Wits (better-holmes-and-deductions)

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Lawliet took a sip of his coffee, staring at his computer screen. “Sherlock Holmes. British detective, hm? Let’s see if you’re as good as you say you are...”

He set his cup down on the table in front of him, before leaning forward to look at the website he’d found on Sherlock. He seemed so fake, using big words to make himself seem smarter... Not that he didn’t do that, it was hilarious to annoy those with an inferior mental capacity. 

Moments later, he’d already typed up a text message, sending it to the phone number listed.

Sherlock Holmes... Private detective, solver of various crimes which stumped the police. I challenge you to take my case, Holmes.

Your instructions are simple. A series of murders have recently taken place...

He listed details of the case he had already set up. Of course, he hadn’t mentioned that he was the one to create the case, the details carefully hand-picked by L himself.

After the Kira case, L had moved back to England, so once he located Sherlock’s house, he could easily hide cameras inside the home.

I fear I may be the next victim, Mr. Holmes.

L felt an amused smirk cross his lips as he clicked send.

Now, he just had to find out where this detective lived. He easily found an article about Sherlock from a local newspaper. He emailed the picture to himself, that way he could save the image on his phone for later reference. Hm... 221 Baker street.

He looked up the address in a new tab, screenshotted it, repeating the process and saving the map on his phone. Perfect.

A battle has begun, Mr. Holmes. 

And I intend to win.

With that, the detective packed up his laptop, walking out of his apartment.