#thegildedapple

[kombrig]

Okay, so. Plot things which I am going to attempt even though my health hates me.

Today is going to be the "getting ready" bit. With paragraphs and amassing people and things like that. 

Tomorrow is going to be when everything starts.

The Master is going to kick Theta and the Ko's out of the ship - keeping Flora, of course. He's going to ask Messy to do him a favour, but it won't be explained where she's gone until later. He's then going to pick up Lilly, and finally Erik.

When everyone is assembled, he's going to explain the plan. (Since he kind of owes them an explanation.) And then he's going to blow the Time Lock wide open, using missiles he placed a long, long time ago. One in every point of space an time, all aimed at the same moment.

And boom.

Liftoff.

[thereichenbachfraud-blog]

You have to hold him close. Don't drop him. [And with those words, she hands him off to Sherlock carefully, watching him closely to make sure nothing bad happens.]

[Looking awkward, he holds the animal in his hands, keeping it away from himself slightly and studying it.] ..I see.. [He brings it slightly close, still looking at ends with the situation.]

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[She catches the sarcasm, muffling a giggle.] Of course not! Would you like to hold him? His flame doesn't hurt, I promise.

[He looks suspicious at the idea of the flame, but nods regardless.] I don't see why not, it could prove to be...interesting, I suppose.

[thereichenbachfraud-blog]

He'll be bigger once he evolves... he'll be almost as tall as you! Then will it suit him?

Perhaps, does he have any plans of killing me? [His tone is still dry, sarcasm lingering in it.]

[thereichenbachfraud-blog]

Yes, Moriarty. Doesn't it suit him? [The tiny animal breaths a small spark of fire, and she giggles, cuddling it close.]

Moriarty would be a name better suited a pet spider, or in lieu of that, a rat.

[thereichenbachfraud-blog]

A Cyndaquil! I'm fairly sure that's what they're called, but I named him Moriarty! He's the sweetest, and he shoots fire! [She cuddles him close, radiating pure joy as she does so.]

...You named it Moriarty. [His tone is utterly dry.]

[thereichenbachfraud-blog]

Mr. Holmes! Look! [She holds out the Cyndaquil, obviously excited about her new pet. For his part, the Cyndaquil simply squeaks in obvious joy, the flames on it's back dancing.] An anon gave him to me! Isn't he lovely?

[And thank God for distractions, clearing his throat he glanced at her, narrowing his eyes on the animal if that was what one could call it.] ..What is it?