drybones | test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

[The trickster watches, making his notes. Arrogant, assumes he's corret but very sharp, capable of putting two and two together. He paid attention to the details. And it seemed to Loki that he was used to putting others off balance.]

Does it?

[As Sherlock continues, Loki's grin grows. Clever and assumptive. He must be correct so often that it was good enough to assume accuracy... Well...]

Why you don't tell me if you can? [Loki said, stepping past Sherlock to pace around him, taking in his attire. He was content to let this man posture. Correct or not it was little matter. Soon it would be his turn.

ooc: Yup, standard robes from Avengers.]

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[ people are capable of change, stop being so close-minded!

this whole thing is made even worse by the fact that he takes the brunt of the fall. she finds herself winding up right on top of him, face smashed against his chest like some stupid shoujo manga except for the part where there are zombies and they could die and there are zombies.

she's about to apologize for something that may or may not be her fault but before she can even do that, she feels a hand grab her ankle and she completely freaks out, screaming wildly into ichigo's chest, hands curled over the material of his shirt.

there's a flash of golden light, and the startled groans and grunts of several zombies that had just been blasted back thanks to the reappearance of her shield. fortunately, it knocks the zombies back enough to grant them some time.

unfortunately, that little bout there has completely drained her.

left shaking and breathless over him, orihime can only bury her face in ichigo's chest and let out a weak, ]

Sorry...

[ Sherlock was used to seeing people be put off balance by what he says. He didn't strive towards it, the individual was really irritating.

Loki wasn't the latter. No. The man was becoming more of a mystery, the more Sherlock saw.

His back stiffens just a fraction as the other begins his pacing. Otherwise, he hardly seems fazed, eyes instead directed straight in front of him. ] To prove what? Your worth? But that seems too simple for you, too mundane for someone who holds themselves at such a high standing.

[ A brief pause, and a quirk of his brow. Something of an amused sound, as he finally turns, sharply, to face the other man again. ] But given the way you dress -- assuming the extravagance is compensating for something -- maybe it is as simple as showing you're worthy of approval.[ Perhaps he was reaching on the insecurities bit. But he was also certain he must be getting something right.

What stuck out at him is the fact that the man was completely comfortable in clothes even Sherlock would essentially deem odd. ] And naturally, you're not going to tell me if I'm wrong or right.

[ Eyes narrow. ] You're enjoying this? Why.

[ oh and what would Loki assume about Sherlock? This was definitely turning into an interesting game. ]

[He was getting riled up, twitchy even, in his own way. The signs were small but distinctly there and pleasing to Loki.]

And gauging from your earlier assumptions, you'd put that approval...

[He doesn't finish the sentence, stopping his pacing with a chuckle.]

Naturally not. Why ruin your chances, hm?

[Loki rocks back, spreading his hands wide again.] Why not? Such effort to solve a riddle, such work to figure things out. I admire the use of ones mind and you do it well.

[The grin takes a sharp edge.]
The name you gave me is a lie but close enough to be a comfortable one. [He hums.]Family... I assume Holmes at least is your name.

And you're a man that values above all intelligence and find those around you sorely lacking. You're as arrogant and as proud as I am and with good reason considering how easy it is to read everyone around you like an open book. The world to you is predictable, boring because everyone misses the clear and obvious, but does that put them beneath you?

Mayhaps not but their sentiment is tiresome at best.

So you fall to challenge, setting your mind to mysteries that no one else can solve, not from kindness but a desire put your mind to work.

[He gave an amused snort.]

A detective perhaps, unless that is the incorrect word.

[ A sharp smile and he resumes his pacing.]

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[ Sherlock's first immediate reaction, a reflex, is to fix him with a glare.

There was something unsettling about how the grin changed, and it sent another wave of suspisions down his spine. ] The name you gave me wasn't right either.

[But what he said then impressed Sherlock as much as it unnerved him. Correcting people who called him a psychopath? That was simple, reflexive.

But this? He was pinned down, while he mistakedly thought he was doing the pinning.

His glare is maintained, following the man before he sticks out his hand. ]

Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective. [ he doesn't want to impressed, but he, bitterly, is. ]

[The look he gets, it's as natural a reaction as breathing. Loki cants his head to the side as a nod.]

No, it wasn't. But you knew that from the start.

[Everything in Sherlocks posture, his face his eyes gave away the truth. No one had ever read him so throroughly in return. He doesn't like losing, or having his world rearranged, Loki surmised. He glanced down at the hand and back up to Sherlocks face.]

A pleasure, Mr Holmes. [He takes the hand, his fingers cooler than they shoulder be a shakes once, grip firm.]

Shall we continue?

[Not everyday one is torn from one realm to another. Not everyday one was presented to a world filled with the walking deadna nd told to go forth and remake the world.

Certainly the circumstances were different from usual but that just meant the game was clear. Survive.

In the small room claimed as shelter for the evening, Loki watched the other from his place against the far wall, green eyes glittering in the dim light.]

Of course. [ He takes a breath in and holds it, shoulders squared.

His eyes drift down when the other takes his hand. He's noting the coldness of his fingers. Colder than average.

Anemia? No. He doesn't look frail enough for that level. A blink, and his pale eyes flicker back to Loki's face. ] I'm sure.

[ Then, he lifts a brow. He's maintaining a collected air, even though he doesn't like this.

He isn't seeing something about this man. Some very crucial, very important detail. But what.]

[ Curtly. ] Oh, by all means do.

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[Very good, Mr Holmes. try figuring him out.

Loki releases his hand and steps back, watching the other.]

I've made my move. This turn is yours.

[Loki says this with another soft lingering laugh. The other was on edge, not visibly but the tension was there.]

What have I given away this time?

[Staying alive. A game Jim was all too familiar with. Such a task, really. Jim had spent years searching for distractions, searching for something else to make it a challenge. But that was the problem, there was never any challenge. No one ever posed a threat, and no one could beat him.

Boring.

But there were new elements to the game, this time. New was interesting, and interesting meant fun. It was all over his face. The one expression he never bothered to try to hide. He was enjoying this.]

With whom do I have the pleasure?

[He liked the smile the other wore, the cocky assured attitude that came from experience. Whoever he was, what ever he was, this was a man that was good at his work.]

Luke. [A simply enough lie that went against everything about Loki's appearence.]

And you?

[ Oh. So this really is a game for him too?

Makes both of them. And whilst on edge, he was by no means about to lose.]

Your hand. [ He's almost carefully choosing his words now, thinking, trying to catch anything he hasn't seen before. ]

Your temperature is colder than average. My first go to would've been anemia, or some form of iron deficiency. Less likely the latter, considering how well groomed you are. A vitamin deficiency would almost be embrassaring, wouldn't it?

Leaves anemia from other causes. Blood loss? Or genes? [ He makes another pause. Another inhale. ] You use the science of deduction. All that tells me is that you're one of the lucky few to posses a higher level IQ, and intelligent enough to know how to use it.

Refreshing, however it tells me little else. [ a beat, before he falls silent, narrow-eyed again.

He knows there's an integral part to this man. A part that will explain everything else. He simply needs a bit more time to find it.]

[The man wearing battle robes said his name was Luke. He was expecting something much more dramatic, but took care not to look suprised. The smile remained, as did the calmness in his voice. He felt no need to lie, if anything, he'd prove a point by telling the truth. Lying would mean he was afraid of something, and Jim had nothing to fear.]

Jim. Pleasure, I'm sure.

[It was never anything but. As if sensing Sherlocks determination, Loki's eyes gleam.]

Yes? [Genes struck close to home but no where close enough to make Loki uncofmortable. This mortal had no idea did he? So grounded in his earthly knowledge as he seemed to be.]

You compliment me, Mr Holmes. Might I add, I was sincere when I said this has been a pleasure thus far. It is rare to cross paths with one so clever. [There's something in his tone that implies that he's not quite clever enough perhaps. A little note to goad the other along.]

You're wrong about my hand however. I am in perfect health.

[It would be a mistake to assume he lied from fear. He lied because it pleased him to do so. It was a game, to see who questioned and who accepted.]

Jim. Mayhaps it is. And are you well, Jim?

Mm. [ well, you are talking to the same man that 'deleted' the solar system from his 'hardrive', aka brain. so yes, he was grounded in more ways than one.

He sees a flicker. Genes? It had something to do with his genes? It was barely even acknowledged, and the man was definitely comfortable still but -- what could it be?

Oh, oh that tone. There's a clench in Sherlock's jaw. He makes no effort to hide that. ] I'm missing something. Something vital to your very being, but what.

[ he can't venture into anything supernatural, because that doesn't exist but --
Wait. ] Earlier. You expressed that you're confident in your own existence. You know what you are. It's not just a god complex...

[ The clothes, the way he carried himself. That superiority complex...
A head tilt to the side.] You think you are one--

you're delusional.

[ What was wearing thin was his patience. He had good control over himself, a solid grasp, though he also had the smallest, tiniest urge to throttle the information out of the other man.
If only to see how the other acted. Sherlock realized enough about the other to say that that won't work in terms of information, but it might give him some more understanding...]

[He flashed the other man a playful grin. If he wanted to drag out this staring contest as long as possible, so be it.]

All things considered. [The amusement in his smile carrying over into his voice, he nodded, his dark eyes not breaking their contact with Loki's. ]

Yourself?

[ooc: I see you there, subscribin'.;D

And he reacts to goading. What a temper this man could have. Loki wondered if he could drag it out.

He continues to smile the same pleased smile as Sherlock follows the trail, jumping from fact to fact until...]

Am I? [Pleasure, eager and wild passes over Loki's face.] Well then, that is an interesting assumption. [Like they were not stolen from their realms and brought here, like they hadn't been flushed into a world filled with the walking dead.]

How will you prove to me that I am not? Can you prove it? [Loki steps forward, letting his presence press into the others personal space.]

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[He was starting to like this fellow.]

Well enough. Tell me, what are your thoughts on this place? The introduction we've been given?

[What did he think? That was really up in the air. The proof was undeniable. If it wasn't real, he was dreaming, and if he was dreaming, there was nothing to lose believing it. Especially when he'd wake up soon enough.

He shrugged only slightly, his expression thoughtful.]

I've learned something new about myself. Haven't you?

That you are supposedly fictional? Or is it something else?

[He knew well enough that he was more than the dreamings of a mere mortal. He was Loki, a god in his own right. He crossed barriers others could not.]

ooc; i see you subsribin' back ;) and Loki, feel free to retaliate, block, hit, whatever. ~~sherlock deserves it all anyway.~~

[ Press the right buttons, and you just might.

There's a barely, barely noticeable flinch at the change of expression, and the lightest twitch of the lips, again. ] But which god...

[ The walking dead was entirely different problem, one Sherlock deemed considerably less interesting than the one at hand. even how they ended up here had been shoved to the side.

and yes, he considered this man a problem. A problem that needed solving.

There's a newfound rigidity to his spine as he bristles, as the other invades his personal space.

But it's not like Sherlock is going to back away either. His eyes don't move from the man's.

He cants his head lightly to the side, a brief movement, and a more confident flicker of a smirk. ] Well, since you asked.

Gods aren't human. Their superior. Implies superior skill, and all that nonsense. [ a beat. His tone lowers, but given their proximity, he knows the other will hear. ] Gods aren't supposed to bruise, are they?

[ And as fast as his own reflexes would allow, he pulled back a fist, and aimed for that face. ]

ooc: ;D I have this moriarty bro you should tag, here:http://drybones.dreamwidth.org/276.html?thread=176916#cmt176916

[How desperate was he to figure Loki out? Hard hard would he push? How hard could he be pushed?]

Yes, which?

[The way his bristles is a delight to Loki, but he holds his ground. Brave. Bold, yes. He wondered if it was courage or the simple fact that he did not believe. The smirk is a warning and his eyes shine with excited glee.

When the other strikes out, Loki catches his fist and retaliates, planting his hand in the others chest and giving a shove that even on his weakest day, could break rock.]

That depends upon what hits us.

[She nods.] My training?

test drive meme: pre-game opening #1

You're welcome!

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feel free to unsettle sherlock in any way you want; just for future ref? xD;;

Will do! Not sure how to though. Loki will figure it out. Hows this?

its perfect omg ;;

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Jim Moriarty | Sherlock

/leers at/ Art thou ready for this?

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Oh this is the best.

this is going to go downhill very quickly, isn't it?

Probably! 8D

it really, really is. thank you for threading with meeee

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Thank YOU for tagging me. We need to do this again.

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<3 OH WE WILL THEN i think i saw you around in memes?? ;;

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You are welcome to tag me at any time, though I fail at slash, fyi. Also

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OKAY same goes for you!! AND TELL ME IF THIS IS OK and aha oh god me too ;; also

OMG GLORIOUS. Sherlock you fool.

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