001. voice.

[sebasher]

[Man, what is it with these old-timey military men and having to slam these devices against things in order to get them to work? It's becoming a very common thing, clearly.

Either way, this one's been eavesdropping on your public network entries for the past day or so, Tranquility. How interesting that you've been dealing with dead bodies--plural.]

Well, I should say that you lot are far more efficient than Scotland Yard, if anything. You've actually discovered these corpses before they've even started decaying. Bravo.

[You can practically hear the dry sarcasm ringing in the golf clap short applause that follows.] However, the upshot generally rings that a dog can do the job better than Scotland Yard. Still, nothing to sniff at, is it? A fine accomplishment.

Might be polite of me to introduce myself. Colonel Sebastian Moran, formerly of the First Bangalore Pioneers. [Hasn't that exact introduction been given already? Yes, it has, and by a different voice. He doesn't feel the need to specify or explain. He's given a version of that introduction for years now, and he isn't going to change a thing about it now.]

I also have a question for all you doctors out there. On average, how long do broken fingers take to mend?

Comments

[logicals]

Two to three months, depending on the wound.
SH

[sebasher]

[That long? It hasn't hindered him that much, but its his shooting hand. He's a fair left handed shot, but not fair enough for his tastes. He sounds irritated when he responds.]

It's appreciated, chum.

/ATTACKED BY SHERLOCKS

[consulting]

Is this a repeat introduction or are there two of you?

SH

[ Moran. Holmes' has mentioned a Colonel Moran. ]

GET THEM AWAY

[sebasher]

[More text. He'll have to learn that later. He doesn't even want to try to dignify a text response right now.]

Listen to my voice, compare it to the previous introduction, and deduce it. [Man, he'll never cease to get a kick out of deductions and the Professor's change of heart for them.]

THEY'VE PRACTICALLY RP'ED TOGETHER ALREADY, WITH HOW MUCH I MISFIRE TAGS.

[consulting]

[ See the genuine problem with Sherlock is that between dead bodies, cambitas and just generally brooding about his state of being - he hasn't quite had the time to stalk the network. He's only been made aware of the previous introduction via Irene's concerns. ]

[ Also this voice eerily sounds like Magneto. ]

[ He really ought to be more concerned. ]

Missed last introduction, bit occupied.
You're familiar with one of my counterparts?
SH

[ Here or otherwise, he's mostly curious. WALK INTO THIS TRAP, MUTTONCHOPS. ]

PRETTY MUCH. I feel like I know him deeply.

[sebasher]

[He contemplates the name for just a moment. Sebastian Moran is not a forgetful fellow, but if the name Sherlock Holmes rings any bells, they're not bells he can hear.

Interesting, though. Terribly.]

Do you believe I should be, Mister Holmes?

[consulting]

I would consider it a possibility.
Shall we cut to chase, are we expecting your little master to be on board?
Are we just stuck with you?

SH

[sebasher]

[What.]

...Who are you?

Adds John Watson

[theblogger]

It'll probably be about a month or so, depending on what you've got. Healing's a bit different around here. Have you seen anyone in the medbay yet?

No John he doesn't know you anyway go away

[sebasher]

A right bastard trod on 'em. The result of his handiwork? Two or three crushed fingers. No need for the medbay, though. They were seen to and splinted before I arrived.

Nope. You're gonna love me

[theblogger]

Well, they're your fingers. If you trust your doctor, it'll probably be fine. Sounds like a few fractures, hopefully nothing splintered. If they were set the right way, there won't be any issue.

How about a nice jumper instead?

[sebasher]

They've been doctored rather skillfully, I must admit. [Venn had hardly been a proper doctor, but Moran has done the inspection and has no reason to believe the fingers won't heal properly. And if they don't, he'll just have to pay Venn another visit when he gets off of this ship.]

I've had far worse breaks.

A worthy offering

[theblogger]

Not by making a habit of having people walk across, I should hope.

Good. Ugly jumper, and no love offered. Sounds good.

[sebasher]

You don't bleed out by being trod across.

[jilt]

Sebastian Moran.

[ what. the. hell. ]

[sebasher]

[It's Christmas, Irene.

Okay, it isn't. Not for Moran either. He stares at the name for a moment, teeth clenched--but does the woman's voice fit? For a moment, he isn't sure, but then he remembers that he can't treat this place in the same way he treats home.

He exists in double here, after all.]

Miss Adler. A fine place for a reunion. [Lol no]

[jilt]

Exceedingly fine, it appears. Why, I've been reunited with you twice. Surely my fortunes must be looking up.

[ WHY IS THIS HAPPENING ]

[sebasher]

[You're just that lucky, Irene. And no, he doesn't sound pleased to hear from you.]

Your week must be made, Miss Adler. Why, I can only think of one--no, two possible ways it can be made better.

[jilt]

Can you? Do tell.

[ whatever she'll be endlessly polite and fake-pleased so long as there's breath in her body, bro. ]

[sebasher]

Oh, but that would be terribly ungentlemanly of me.

[See, he can either shoot you, or Moriarty can show up and share their beautiful nickname for you, Irene.

Man, your life is awesome.]

[dishonourabledischarge]

Now. Wot trouble could you have gotten into already to get broken bones?

[Says the man who arrived with a bullet in his stomach.]

[sebasher]

They were broken before I arrived. Fairy-footed bastard decided the best way to put me out of commission'd be to stomp on 'em.

A fault on your part for not taking notice, old fellow. [There's a chuckle in his voice on this bit. He isn't fully serious. Fingers break, and most people aren't focused on a man's fingers when they speak to him.]

[dishonourabledischarge]

Don' imagine he lived long after that.

[Because, well. You try to screw with a marksman's hands...]

[sebasher]

I imagine he didn't, but not the way you think. You've probably already gathered who intervened.

[Man, cryptic messages between selves are the best.]

[dishonourabledischarge]

[A soft chuckle.]

Almost feel sorry for him, then.