This was ridiculous. Since when was there a circus-thingy in Regent's park? He certainly would have heard of it. Or actually heard it set up, since it wasn't too far from Baker Street. Mysterious happenings were his forte, however, and he was immediately interested. It was definitely not...how should he say...ordinary.
Which was exciting, he thought.
He was having trouble trying to figure out what his payment should be. Irritated at the fact that he wasn't exactly getting through to this person, he dug in his pocket and pulled out one of Lestrade's old ID's that he had stolen when he was being irritating.
It wasn't like Lestrade's good name was in any danger, nor would Scotland Yard be thick enough to fall for someone trying to sneak in, so he figured it would do.
2. Wildcard:
Sherlock was still not exactly on board with this whole 'magic' thing. As much as he'd seen already, he still approached it from a very scientific point of view. Different types of energy not yet documented by proper peer-reviewed research...okay. He could deal with that.
What he couldn't deal with, at least at the moment, was the fact that being in this ridiculous circus came with side effects. Clearly an offshoot of the human body being exposed to whatever this energy field was.
He certainly wasn't pleased, when he looked in the mirror that morning, to see that his canines had grown an entire centimeter each, enough to poke slightly out of his mouth even when it was closed. It was like some horrid low-budget vampire movie. And what was worse, that his nails seemed to have gone in on the joke. They were a dark honeyed color, curved wickedly into points that stuck out a couple centimeters from each fingertip. Unlike human nails, they were thick, like a large cat's.
This debt thing was getting worse all the time.
Sherlock was in a foul mood when he left his trailer, shoving his hands inside his pockets, his gray coat flapping angrily behind him. He could feel the stupid fangs in his mouth, his tongue kept hitting them, and when he spoke, he lisped a little. Probably with time, that would go away, but sounding, as well as looking ridiculous, was enough to put him in a sulk for eternity.
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This was ridiculous. Since when was there a circus-thingy in Regent's park? He certainly would have heard of it. Or actually heard it set up, since it wasn't too far from Baker Street. Mysterious happenings were his forte, however, and he was immediately interested. It was definitely not...how should he say...ordinary.
Which was exciting, he thought.
He was having trouble trying to figure out what his payment should be. Irritated at the fact that he wasn't exactly getting through to this person, he dug in his pocket and pulled out one of Lestrade's old ID's that he had stolen when he was being irritating.
It wasn't like Lestrade's good name was in any danger, nor would Scotland Yard be thick enough to fall for someone trying to sneak in, so he figured it would do.
2. Wildcard:
Sherlock was still not exactly on board with this whole 'magic' thing. As much as he'd seen already, he still approached it from a very scientific point of view. Different types of energy not yet documented by proper peer-reviewed research...okay. He could deal with that.
What he couldn't deal with, at least at the moment, was the fact that being in this ridiculous circus came with side effects. Clearly an offshoot of the human body being exposed to whatever this energy field was.
He certainly wasn't pleased, when he looked in the mirror that morning, to see that his canines had grown an entire centimeter each, enough to poke slightly out of his mouth even when it was closed. It was like some horrid low-budget vampire movie. And what was worse, that his nails seemed to have gone in on the joke. They were a dark honeyed color, curved wickedly into points that stuck out a couple centimeters from each fingertip. Unlike human nails, they were thick, like a large cat's.
This debt thing was getting worse all the time.
Sherlock was in a foul mood when he left his trailer, shoving his hands inside his pockets, his gray coat flapping angrily behind him. He could feel the stupid fangs in his mouth, his tongue kept hitting them, and when he spoke, he lisped a little. Probably with time, that would go away, but sounding, as well as looking ridiculous, was enough to put him in a sulk for eternity.