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sirenspull_logs2012-02-14 01:20 am
thelovers) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-02-14 01:20 am
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witty title here
Who: Yukari Takeba & Sherlock Holmes
When: feb 12th, early morning.
Where: Sherlock's apartment.
What: someone needs ahero healer!
Warnings: none so far but i will update as necessary!
Yukari never envisioned herself ever answering a wanted ad. Then again, Yukari never envisioned herself in a place other than Japan, really. Okay, that's kind of a lie—she would've wanted to get out and travel a bit before settling down into the great daily grind of life, but instead she has found herself in some alternate universe of Canada and she has to make the best of it.
And that apparently included answering a wanted ad, but instead of looking for something normal like companionship, it was instead calling for something a little more specific: a healer. Yukari's not the kind of girl to go flaunting about the fact that she has the power of Persona, but luckily enough for her she doesn't have to summon her head pokemon in order to heal something or someone. And since pretty much everyone else here in the Port is blessed with some kind of gift upon arrival, it'd be easy enough to shrug it off and lie, saying instead that she was given the ability upon getting here instead of what it really is.
After her short errand was run, the girl shows up at Sherlock's apartment within the half hour—half the time she had given herself. She wondered if she should dawdle a bit and stretch the time closer to when she said she'd be there, just so that she doesn't appear to be too eager to do this. Then she realized that, no, that's stupid, and raised her hand to knock on the door as she had promised to do.
“Mr. Holmes?”
Knowing full well the door was open, Yukari gently pushed it open to peer inside.
When: feb 12th, early morning.
Where: Sherlock's apartment.
What: someone needs a
Warnings: none so far but i will update as necessary!
Yukari never envisioned herself ever answering a wanted ad. Then again, Yukari never envisioned herself in a place other than Japan, really. Okay, that's kind of a lie—she would've wanted to get out and travel a bit before settling down into the great daily grind of life, but instead she has found herself in some alternate universe of Canada and she has to make the best of it.
And that apparently included answering a wanted ad, but instead of looking for something normal like companionship, it was instead calling for something a little more specific: a healer. Yukari's not the kind of girl to go flaunting about the fact that she has the power of Persona, but luckily enough for her she doesn't have to summon her head pokemon in order to heal something or someone. And since pretty much everyone else here in the Port is blessed with some kind of gift upon arrival, it'd be easy enough to shrug it off and lie, saying instead that she was given the ability upon getting here instead of what it really is.
After her short errand was run, the girl shows up at Sherlock's apartment within the half hour—half the time she had given herself. She wondered if she should dawdle a bit and stretch the time closer to when she said she'd be there, just so that she doesn't appear to be too eager to do this. Then she realized that, no, that's stupid, and raised her hand to knock on the door as she had promised to do.
“Mr. Holmes?”
Knowing full well the door was open, Yukari gently pushed it open to peer inside.
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When he hears the girl at the door, Sherlock is keenly aware of the knife in his pocket. There were, of course, risks in putting out these kinds of ads, even if the background check he'd conducted on the NV turned up nothing particularly heinous.
"It's open," he calls out with an air of frustration-- he'd told her that. He and John's dog, Blackheath, scampers to meet her, a black blur in the foyer barking rather unconvincingly for its half grown size.