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[bakerstreetdetective]

@losingmyjustice​

It’s not often two person in this city have the EXACT nemsis and just happen to dine in the SAME cafe when their nemsis found them as Holmes enjoying his typical British lunch today. His table right beside a young man in blue as that peace was interupted by two scar face man walking into the cafe with their gang of goons. The two scar face man each stand in front of Holmes and the blue boy seat looking piss off.

“Well well well look at what we have here? The two dipshits who think they piss off the fire brothers and walk away not having to suffer any consquence. The two of you been messing with our business. The only way your walking out of the diner today in a body bag.”

“.......”

Holmes said nothing as HE knows what he did. The Fire Brothers were two low level crooks with a ego bigger then anything Holmes ever seen. They been harassing citizens, trying to pedals drugs and even been getting into the kidnapping market. Just two bits gangster trying to make it big in the city.

Of course Holmes shut that shit down quick. One well place phone call to the police at the dead of the night. Holmes broke down the organization as Holmes know WHY they want his head. He don’t know how his neighbor piss them off as the brothers seem to wanna fight and will NOT leave peacefully. 

Holmes silently slide the spare fork into his sleeve as the brothers seem to be waiting for some kind of response from the two.

[aweewitch]

@losingmyjustice ——— ☆ ——— On any other day, Laetitia might have enjoyed the nice weather at the park, hiding behind the tall trees and dancing among the pink petals. That was her plan – or, at least, it had been earlier that day. Now her hands gripped empty air as she clenched and unclenched them, scampering in every direction and looking under every bench and around every tree. There was a frantic look on Laetitia’s pale face, worried thoughts crossing her mind. Where was her tiny plush friend? Did they run away from her? Weren’t they going to be lonely without her? While there might have been plenty of adults mulling around that could help her, even in her worried thoughts Laetitia had issue with just walking up to a stranger. Adults tended to be scary, after all, always asking questions or pretending they knew everything. She hadn’t seen many her age around, either – a curious thing in her mind, a park without children playing – but soon she spotted someone walking along the path. Not an adult, for once, but an unfamiliar teen that looked a little lost himself. When he stopped, Laetitia scampered towards him, the bells of her hat jingling with each step. She made a noise to clear her throat, but it sounded less like a human’s would and more like a scratch of metal on metal. “Uhm,” Laetitia began, her voice first loud and then quiet. She was at a loss on what to call someone that hadn’t reached the cusp of adulthood and yet was not exactly her peer. After a moment, she restarted her speech, “Ah, mister, could you - could you help me please? I lost something and I don’t know where I left them…”

[alchemist-of-myth-blog]

@subtxrra

“Hello, hello!” A gentle voice beckoned the boy as he bound towards him, hand gripping the chain of his monocle before stopping beside him, readjusting his robes before letting out a huff.

“I do apologise for interrupting anything you may be doing, but would you mind answering a few questions?”