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Happy Birthday, Sherlock
Jan. 6th, 2018 08:28 pm She let out a breath, checking to be sure she had everything in place. Deerstalker, the complete works , crystals and protective warding. Since times of transaction could be hazardous. She was going to weave a protection charm.
She closed her eyes and started to chant, lowly as she picked up a violin bow. And suddenly she felt something drawing her, to another place. Her instincts kicked in as she went into the astral plane , the world between realms. She followed a..yes she knew those notes being played but slightly different. As if by another hand.
She found herself outside, a 221 B ,Bakerstreet.. She wasn't sure if it was in the past of another dimension yet. She looked up toward a curtained window to she a silhouette of the violin player with slicked back hair.
Her ears perked up, at the sound of bells striking the time. She then caught sight of a familiar shadow near the lower lights in the bushes . Her dark fur floofed out, {Squeaky!} She mentally cheered and dutifully followed the scent and shadow as he moved at a fast pace, before their was a baying of his faithful hound Toby.
***
They ended in front of and then inside Big Ben, her tail wagging like mad. Just like one of her favorite movies. But thankfully no sign of.. wait what was that? She thought as she sensed more than saw movement. "Grr ruff. " She snarled and pounced toward it. And as her paws gripped something there was aloud bong near her head. Everything started to vibrate. "Squeaky, run I gots him! GO, !" She cried out even as her head aches fiercely and she was trying to knock the brute out. "NO, YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE , My Squeaky!!"
And then she was tumbling, through space and time, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes passing her by. "Ow!" She jerked back and let go at the sudden sharp pain and the mass of fur and vileness flew and tumbled towards a floating mirror.
A flash of light later and she found herself behind, what looked to be a semi familiar sniper in the long grass, she readies a syringe of poppy from her pouch and pounced just before a hansom can rounded a corner she put a gloved hand over the blondes mouth and injected in the nearest ready vein of his neck as they rolled about. With a huff she held fast as he bucked and writhed.
Finally it kicked in and she removed any bullets she could find on him, and for good measure made it so his happy trigger finger would take several weeks to heal.
She got up and dusted herself off carefully, and padded after the cab, only to find herself surrounded by foggy must. Like that on a Moor, her canine ears went up at a baying sound . She howled back purely on instinct before she could stop herself.
Uh oh, she covered her mouth with her paw. And padded onward quickly. She sniffs the air, bounding carefully towards the scent when.
"Omph. "
"begging your pardon.. I aAHHHH" she heard blinking in complete surprise as the fellow ran off how did he get so close without her scenting him. Her ears dropped, as did her shoulders. "Oh, nu don't.. run." She murmurs lowly with a sad whine.
She slumped down onto a nearby rock, degetted feeling. As the fog creept in, and when it cleared.
She found herself in a flat, more modernish. She went instantly on alert there was a tattooed fellow on the ground. He'd been injected with something. She quickly gently turned him on his side. And tenderly checked his breathing, airways and pulse. He mumbled "Watson. " and she didn't dissuade him of the notion. Brushing hair from his forehead and drapping a blanket around him before she was pulled away again, the sight of another dark haired lady rushing in the last she saw.
Then cobblestones, gas light , shadowy arches, and a shadowy specter.. Her eyes glowed green as she pounced upon it claws drawn. Just as the swing of a sword came from a Jude law looking bowler wearing Watson, went by with two thugs before him. She took the shadowy thing with her and dropped kicked it into a dark void. With a snarly hiss.
And then she was tumbling hearing , seeing snippets, a rushing waterfall, various voices saying "run!" Or" the games a foot", or cries of warning, "JOHN! , JOAN! WATSON! HOLMES!"
She felt a blast of hot air and a roaring, her paws in motion running, running, had to get there had to save them. No, no not my boys, not them. Don't hurt them no.!
She felt wetness down her muzzle and then face, as she gasped deeply as if she was coming up for air, panting heavily. She looked around wild eyed, she felt something heavy in her left hand. It was a pen shining silver with a diamond shaped crystal on its metal clip. Her brow furls as she tries to catch her breath.
She closed her eyes and started to chant, lowly as she picked up a violin bow. And suddenly she felt something drawing her, to another place. Her instincts kicked in as she went into the astral plane , the world between realms. She followed a..yes she knew those notes being played but slightly different. As if by another hand.
She found herself outside, a 221 B ,Bakerstreet.. She wasn't sure if it was in the past of another dimension yet. She looked up toward a curtained window to she a silhouette of the violin player with slicked back hair.
Her ears perked up, at the sound of bells striking the time. She then caught sight of a familiar shadow near the lower lights in the bushes . Her dark fur floofed out, {Squeaky!} She mentally cheered and dutifully followed the scent and shadow as he moved at a fast pace, before their was a baying of his faithful hound Toby.
***
They ended in front of and then inside Big Ben, her tail wagging like mad. Just like one of her favorite movies. But thankfully no sign of.. wait what was that? She thought as she sensed more than saw movement. "Grr ruff. " She snarled and pounced toward it. And as her paws gripped something there was aloud bong near her head. Everything started to vibrate. "Squeaky, run I gots him! GO, !" She cried out even as her head aches fiercely and she was trying to knock the brute out. "NO, YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE , My Squeaky!!"
And then she was tumbling, through space and time, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes passing her by. "Ow!" She jerked back and let go at the sudden sharp pain and the mass of fur and vileness flew and tumbled towards a floating mirror.
A flash of light later and she found herself behind, what looked to be a semi familiar sniper in the long grass, she readies a syringe of poppy from her pouch and pounced just before a hansom can rounded a corner she put a gloved hand over the blondes mouth and injected in the nearest ready vein of his neck as they rolled about. With a huff she held fast as he bucked and writhed.
Finally it kicked in and she removed any bullets she could find on him, and for good measure made it so his happy trigger finger would take several weeks to heal.
She got up and dusted herself off carefully, and padded after the cab, only to find herself surrounded by foggy must. Like that on a Moor, her canine ears went up at a baying sound . She howled back purely on instinct before she could stop herself.
Uh oh, she covered her mouth with her paw. And padded onward quickly. She sniffs the air, bounding carefully towards the scent when.
"Omph. "
"begging your pardon.. I aAHHHH" she heard blinking in complete surprise as the fellow ran off how did he get so close without her scenting him. Her ears dropped, as did her shoulders. "Oh, nu don't.. run." She murmurs lowly with a sad whine.
She slumped down onto a nearby rock, degetted feeling. As the fog creept in, and when it cleared.
She found herself in a flat, more modernish. She went instantly on alert there was a tattooed fellow on the ground. He'd been injected with something. She quickly gently turned him on his side. And tenderly checked his breathing, airways and pulse. He mumbled "Watson. " and she didn't dissuade him of the notion. Brushing hair from his forehead and drapping a blanket around him before she was pulled away again, the sight of another dark haired lady rushing in the last she saw.
Then cobblestones, gas light , shadowy arches, and a shadowy specter.. Her eyes glowed green as she pounced upon it claws drawn. Just as the swing of a sword came from a Jude law looking bowler wearing Watson, went by with two thugs before him. She took the shadowy thing with her and dropped kicked it into a dark void. With a snarly hiss.
And then she was tumbling hearing , seeing snippets, a rushing waterfall, various voices saying "run!" Or" the games a foot", or cries of warning, "JOHN! , JOAN! WATSON! HOLMES!"
She felt a blast of hot air and a roaring, her paws in motion running, running, had to get there had to save them. No, no not my boys, not them. Don't hurt them no.!
She felt wetness down her muzzle and then face, as she gasped deeply as if she was coming up for air, panting heavily. She looked around wild eyed, she felt something heavy in her left hand. It was a pen shining silver with a diamond shaped crystal on its metal clip. Her brow furls as she tries to catch her breath.
