Apr 17, 2015
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You lose.
Death reeled back with a noise in throat that left her ears ringing though it hadn’t been ‘loud’. She’s fairly certain they were giving her own soul, not Charlie’s, a contemplative angry stare. Tendrils having risen up in a threat. Body at a renewed relative distance.
One that abated with an ugly disgusted sneer. “If your soul wasn’t such a r a t t y nasty thing...”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it. No body wants it. Not even the Devil.” Snapped it back. Ready to keep fighting. She knew how to do that. “We’re going to make a deal.
Death started to laugh. More of a chuckle, really. Maybe a snicker. Hands in pockets, posture leaned back on heel. Gleeful, nearly. “Are we?”
odeathjim started following you
"Hi, Mister! Gosh, you're tall..."
I found an a n g e l, Sherlock!
Do not p o k e it.
ooc: Here is a list for all of you beautiful people
People who owe me:
yourconsultingcriminal || How It All Began
seemeinacr0wn || Another Assignment and New Beginnings
odeathjim || Unnamed Thread
simpleandhumblejohnwatson || World in Chaos: Chapter One
greg-lestrade-holmes || Mutual Need
detectivegregorylestrade || Werewolves
darkly-stark || Cheesy Compliments and Flirty Banter
darkly-stark/rulerofyourworld || His Loyal Pet
mackenziesaxon || Friend or Foe?
forcedconsultant || Unnamed Thread
nicoleannlestrade || Unnamed Thread
just-the-problem || Midnight Encounter
People I owe (in my drafts):
consultingspiderinwestwood || One Plus One
thewhiphandadler || Crash and Burn
detectivegregorylestrade || Walk in the Rain
darkly-stark || Believe the Lie and Morark Proposal
theaccidentalking || Chance Meeting
teinesmuirich || Drinks and Puppy Love
everything-you-ever-needed || Hello, Desire AU, Topless Tuesday and Its Hot Outside
cdwalker || Stranger Like Me
ask-molly-hooper || Unnamed Thread
lipsandhipsandhitmen || Snipers For Hire and drabble
nobodybehindtheface || Unnamed Thread
steverogers-capsicle || Unnamed Thread
deathsnotcheap || Unnamed Thread
lazarusholmes || Unnamed Thread
tyrantoftheimagination || Life of a Werewolf
Soon enough that undefinable presence was there. The soul was lost to their Sight. Angels, as Death referred to them. Taking this particular Sherlock to the Gate. Jim found it curious, just how many universes where that was possible. Was there one that even he - no. Useless thoughts. "Job is done. I wonder if anyone will find him here like this, or even notice."
"The one that would notice anything is already gone." He turned his head enough to look at Jim flatly. "If this Mycroft lives, he may notice in a day or three."
Reaper didn't want to linger any longer than he had. The 'Angels' always put a pain in his core that he'd rather not address. He went back into the Ether. Away.
"John?" came the tired voice from the older man, faded eyes catching a glimpse of the Reaper before him before he merely set the violin down to lay down and rest. To let it all go. Death watched, caught the sight of the soul glowing dimly and ready. He approached and settled his hand over the dying detective's shoulder. If he was going to the Gate, he and Sherlock both would feel that particular presence.
"Oh, beyond the Gate, he is. You can't go there while you're here, though." Reaper knew the tune. You learn a little death side manner to handle these moments. "It makes more sense when you get there." He leaned down and hovered his own mouth over the detectives.Drawing out the last breath of Life the man had in his body. He didn't attempt to draw out the soul. Death seemed to have that part covered today. So he straightened and held the Last Breath in for now. Lest it slip back to the still occupied body. Wouldn't want that.
[Death tilted his head, watching, keeping his form incorporeal for now.] And waiting. Ready. Shall I touch him or would you rather do the honors? [He was sure the other Sherlock could hear them in faint whispers, more in his soul than ears. The violin playing had stopped.]
Might be a bit of a shock if you do it--The sort of shock that makes a soul rebellious. We have enough ghosts wandering about. [He replied about it after a moment.]
[He stepped forward and directly in front of the other Sherlock.] It's time to go. [projecting his voice enough to get to the soul waiting in the aging man's body. Something that would get them to lay back down and pass quietly.]