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“It appears as if you are well known, well liked and trusted greatly around these parts.I ca’t imagine the superiors who run this country would be delighted if they knew that the precious security footage of this fine town were in the hands of a detective, especially one so….youthful. I know my brother would be a little exasperated if he was aware.  We do have a reputation for being a powerful albeit often meddlesome bunch after all. Everyone has the secrets that they wish to keep hidden and the presence of an individual like ourselves who can deduce what it is and bring it to light tends to give them heart palpitations and sweaty palms." 

Sherlock couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit relieved that there would be nobody else. While working in front of strangers was something he had no problem with, it was much easier to get his bearings in a location when some moronic individual wasn’t rambling or asking stupid questions. Besides, watching Mr Hakuba take control of the room was something Sherlock was curious to see more of to a certain extent. He was a rather curious individual and watching him was something Sherlock was willing to continue for a little while longer. 

Wasting no time, Sherlock strode into the room and immediately came to a stop before the controls, his analytical gaze sweeping eagerly across the many screens, before settling himself into a chair in front o them. Now the men were out of the way Sherlock could begin to use their technology for his own means. As his companion had rightly pointed out, the best thing to do in this case was to consult the all-seeing eyes of the cameras for his suspect. Glancing across the small room, Sherlock shot the young detective a curious look. “You’re lingering there, James. You also seem as if you want to say something. If it will please you then you can ask me anything you desire while we trawl through this mass of footage. This is a rather intimate setting after all so some chatter might be best providing you aren’t going to be boring.”

"My, my, are you always this eager?” Hakuba asked, tilting his head as he pulled the door closed behind him. “I’m coming, not to worry. I’ll attempt not to bore you and, I assure you, the government officials need not worry… this is a commercial security office, strictly for businesses and their surrounding areas… it’s not as though I have any access to parliament or anything of that ilk, as interesting as that would be.”

He crossed the room and took a seat, immediately setting to work at calling up the hour or so of footage in question on the various screens. 

“Besides, age is merely a matter of relative perspective; it’s maturity and experience that ought to weigh more, I think. I know several older gentleman at Scotland Yard that I wouldn’t trust with my coffee let alone security…” The young detective tapped a few buttons here, took a few keystrokes there, and leaned back to observe, scanning the screens intently.

“…regardless, I do hope that Mr. Watson is there when I do come to visit. I’ve been so interested in meeting him. He seems a fine companion to have in this sort of work. Would you agree, Mr. Holmes?”

18 RP tips and how to seduce an RPer;;

akameganeshojo:

Alrighty, so I’m making this post for a few reasons, to give those new blogs on tumblr a little leg up if they feel like they’re lacking in that something. These are just my thoughts an opinions so don’t take them to heart, I could be right or wrong but here’s what usually makes me want to RP with someone;;

1. A decent looking theme;; Though it shouldn’t seem like much, people look at your theme and judge you, it’s human nature and if you’re using one of the basic ones people tend to cringe. Just simply take the time out to fiddle around with HTML coding and looking at tutorials, or, ask for help.judging a book by its cover does apply in some cases. 

2. About pages:: Having basic information on your muse/s ( be it canon or OC ) is critical, especially for an OC – it shows that you’ve brought this character to life from nothing and that they’re like a friend or family member. However, this being said don’t over flood the information so it’s a wall of text.

3. Headcanons and rules;; Another basic thing that 90% of people DO look for on a blog, as well as the main point of if you’re a single or multi-shipping blog, triggers that should be tagged. ECT.

4. CUT. YOUR. POSTS;; It’s said over and over again to cut your posts, because people don’t want a wall of text on their dash’s – ESPECIALLY mobile users because it slows the application down. There’s a post HERE on how to cut posts if you don’t know how.

5. Basic grammar;; This is a big issue. Quotation marks, capital letters to start off sentences and names, commas and so forth make it easier to read and understand what it is you’re trying to RP and get across to the other RPer ( with the exception of people that are non English speakers ) this is really a basic thing that needs to be known. 

6. Personal posts;; While it’s nice to see funny stuff on your dash to read if you follow personal blogs, on an RP blog is another story, if you go to a persons blog and that’s all you see instead of actual RP it’s hard to actually gain followers in most cases – however that being said, things like images of your FC, clothes, food and what is involved with your muse is the exception of this rule.

7. Reply lengths;; The one main source of things is if you reply to a – for example – a 7 paragraph open rp with less than even one paragraph. That will never be replied to on the sole basis that it shows lack in interest. It’s not called being a bitch or picky, but when you put the time and effort into something – making a scene and story line set up for someone to throw half of that out. It’s annoying simply put.  5-6 para’s of reply is fine, 4 is stretching it but anything less just makes an RPer sigh and not want to RP with you. Harsh but true. Effort is everything.

8. Tags;; Tag triggers like the plague. Spiders, blood, self harm, religion, everything that could be classed as a trigger .Tag it. Because it’s the right thing to do is all.

9. Icons / Face claims;; Though it shouldn’t be a big thing to some people, others like the use of icons / gifs. Depending if you use a Real life FC or Anime FC DOES put you in a certain ring of RPers and it’s hard to break out at times. Though 99% of the time people don’t care that much about FC’s – you really just need a description of your character to help things along.

10. Autoplay music;; Just autoplay music can be a pain if it’s loud, screamo and ear killing – things like softer and more melodic are fine but please, 99% of people don’t want to scream from being scared when hopping onto your page.

11. Critique vs backlash;; There is a huge difference, a huge one when giving a mun crituque and telling them straight out they have a shitty OC and should give up. Take in mind that people are very sensitive and words do hurt people. So, put things nicely when telling an Rper if they’ve made a mistake or something as such.

12. Using ‘* *’;; Simply put, it looks messy. In crack RP’s and what not it’s line – but in long RP’s it’s a little sore to the eye and not many people will like this style.

13. Bugging a mun for reply times;; It’s a no no. Don’t do it. A reminder once in a while is cool. Bugging and saying to do it is a no no and will make an RPer want to DROP the thread.

14. Don’t be intimidated;; No, seriously if you say you’re intimidated to RP it hurts us as an RPer as well and really most of us are just happy when someone comes into our ask box with something to say.

15. IC doesn’t mean OOC;; A big thing that people tend to forget, the mun and muse are different people, have different thoughts and opinions. Just because the muse hates your muse doesn’t mean the mun hates you as a person. Though if you’re worried simply ask.

16. Godmodding;; Never assume what your RP partner’s muse is going to do. It’s unfair and unjust in battle threads ( which need A LOT of communication to be done right ) never assume that the muse is weak, that they can’t handle themselves in a fight etc. Also, if your character has been injured and they don’t have these all mighty healing abilities – they will be screaming in pain and agony and not moving much.

17. Ask Memes;; Muns reblog it to write things and get new partners. They enjoy having their ask flooded with drabble requests, text message prompts and ‘I wanna RP with you’ symbols, however, this being said if you’ve never intereacted with their muse before don’t send in personalized / NSFW meme’s. It honestly makes things rather awkward and hard.

18. Favoring RP’s;; Mun’s WILL have and play favorites, this is a fact that they are human. Never, ever say that you hate a mun for such a thing, it will make them cringe away from you and not want to RP with you. Most of the time your reply will be done and in the drafts. Chances also are that you play favorites as well.

For the Love of a Painting || kaitouxjeanne

kaitouxjeanne:

As butterscotch eyes came ever closer, Jeanne met them unflinchingly with her own violet eyes. And was it her or was the air between them getting increasingly warm..? As the detective drew himself closer to her, the thief couldn’t quite ignore just how well their bodies fit together with their exchanged words bringing them seemingly closer.

Oh, dear. The blonde’s eyes seemed to droop a little more as the distance between them grew less. Would alcohol suffice as explanation? Speaking of alcohol.. I wonder just how the champagne tastes from his lips..

Then she heard him.

It was as if a gust of icy wind had swept through her, taking away the slight dizziness and treacherous warmth. He knew. He KNEW. How could I be such an idiot?? Have I..? No. It has to be a bluff. Her cover wasn’t blown just yet!

Before Hakuba’s lips could meet with hers, she placed a finger on his lips. Her eyes were still hooded, but her mind cleared. She was the phantom thief here. As if she’d let him steal the first kiss. Wherever the game was going, the competitive thief wanted the advantage.

“My, detective, I’m both flattered and appalled. Such a handsome detective seems interested in me, but thinks I am a mere criminal?”

Jeanne didn’t wait for his answer — she reached up to him, melding their bodies even closer and pulled him down for a slow kiss, biting down on his lower lip teasingly. After a moment, she pulled away slightly look at him, the mischievous spark in her eyes brighter than ever. She reached up to caress his cheek lightly.

"So detective, it appears I’ve stolen a kiss from you. Are you going to arrest me now?”

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He could try.

To be honest, Hakuba hadn’t quite expected that turn of events. Not that he had a problem with it whatsoever; on the contrary, he was stunned by the pleasant – and rather thrilling – development. As she touched his cheek,  the young detective let a soft sigh escape him, lips parted in his lingering surprise. 

When he managed to compose himself a moment later, Hakuba gently leaned his head into her affection, taking in the caress with a grateful (and significant) glance at her eyes.

“…you cannot steal what is willingly given, mademoiselle.” The words left him with a purr, hand at her back tightening its hold. “And you’re no mere criminal, my darling… not with the proficiency for which you’ve stolen my attention. I do hope that this is some ingenious ploy; I must admit that I’m intensely fascinated by your methods.”

Truthfully, it was a bluff, but Hakuba felt confident in seeing it through. At worst, it was a mystery otaku’s attempts at wooing a woman with a surprisingly convincing James Bond act. At best, it was successfully seducing an intensely interesting mistress thief. Whether the night ended in bed or in jail, Hakuba found it inescapably difficult to mind. 

Alas, if he wasn’t careful, this particular attention that he was paying to only one suspect was sure to be noticed by his client sooner or later… Even so, he leaned in for an attempt at returning the kiss.

City Jaunt! || harajukuharuspex

harajukuharuspex:

Trumpets. She could hear…trumpets? And drums. And muffled singing, growing clearer as she blinked a darkness she couldn’t call sleep, not exactly, out of her eyes. A marching band. Dressed in black – or was it white? The colours shifted before her eyes; first adorned in black with grotesque clown makeup, then white with placid smiles and grey eyes. Akira scrambled to get up, realising they weren’t stopping and vaulted herself sideways. Her white dress gathered a splotch of red from her scraped knee. Scraped on what? She hissed in pain and tucked her knees to her chest as the band paraded past, unaware (or perhaps uncaring) of her safety. Once the gold and black elephant rounding out the macabre crew – shifting between black and white with such speed now that to Akira’s eyes their clothes appeared a dull grey, same as their eyes – she stood and surveyed the area.

Nothing.

She reached out for Emi, always the strongest, always there for her, and found an empty void of something darker than black equal in to the white at which she now stared.

Nothing.

I need to get out.

I’ll put one foot in front of the other one 
I don’t need a new love, or a new life 
Just a better place to die 

Hakuba was discharged the next morning and taken home for bed rest. But although he stayed in bed, he did not rest well- it was fitful at best, rife with nightmares and tossing, all of which aggravated his injuries. The image of his friend’s face, slick with blood, or lying there so… gone… he shuddered, dug his fingernails into his unbandaged wrist.

He had flowers delivered every day and waited, pleaded for news. Was she awake? Was Akira all right? They had nothing for him. How would Himura-kun react? What would become of them?

Each question plagued him, drilling holes into his conscious thought with desperate fervor. Why had you been driving so fast? There might not have been an accident. They could have gotten the book, enjoyed an afternoon shopping, gone to the party… 

Would she wake up? 

When his head had stopped its constant ache and the lesser of the cuts and scratches had begun to heal, Hakuba made it a point to return to the hospital every afternoon to wait at her side. He brought his work with him and sat, like a faithful golden retriever, reading and filling out paperwork with nothing but her breathing and the mechanical sounds that went with the equipment that monitored her progress.

[text] Himura-kun, I don’t know what to do. Is it my fault?

Most days, he ended with his head buried in his hands in exhausted shame, waiting for Baaya to collect him.

One, two, three, four…

Seven… eight…

[text] Akira, please wake up. 

RP Cheat Sheet

whiteknighthakuba:

Look, guys! I made a thing so that anyone can read/reference this cheat sheet and RP with your character without any other previous knowledge. Bonus points for linking to it from your blog’s page to make it easily accessible. Extra bonus points for tagging it ‘rp cheat sheet’ to add to the collection!

– Intro –
Muse Name (title/first/middle/last):
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What makes your version of Muse different from canon/other blogs:

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Places Muse is likely to be found:

– About the Muse –
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Ekoda Mystery Locker || wilddetectivenana

wilddetectivenana:

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“Oh, you know my name…" the girl was really surprised, she didn’t except him to know it.  "…Awesome…Do you know everybody’s name? Or you just guessed…or something else… ”

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“Oh, so you did received that email too~” She said, grinning. She didn’t know what was going on and what would happen, but she knew it’ll be interesting.

“I did receive the email, yes, and…” Hakuba frowned at the question, looking the girl over with a calm, appraising glance. “I know the names of many of the students here, at least enough to identify them by face, but I’m afraid that I don’t know all that much about you personally." 

He offered a kind smile, biting his lip. "Would you be willing to tell me about yourself while we wait?”

Lonely Elegance || kaitomagic

kaitomagic:

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The sound of Hakuba’s voice was Kaito’s first indication that he might have trouble that night. He blinked, turning his head to look up at his classmate in surprise, automatically scooting to the side as Hakuba had anticipated- though from Kaito’s viewpoint it was more to avoid getting sat on and having to deal with a detective in his lap than to give him permission to commandeer his seat.

“H..Hakuba?” The teen half stuttered as the detective lowered himself to the bench, blinking again before his eyes narrowed suspiciously. What was he doing here?

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Once comfortably seated, Hakuba took a moment to adjust his suit before turning his attention to the piano in front of them. “Don’t tell me that you’re surprised to see me here, as well. After all, with my work in the force and my father being who he is, of course I’d be invited to attend such a function.”

The half-brit detective flexed his fingers, gently slipping them onto the keys with practiced finesse. Such feather-light touches produced no sound, but Hakuba moved his fingers as if they would, turning his head to look at the other boy with a tilted smirk. It was then that he began to play; something light and classic, high notes trilling one after another in an effortless cascade. 

“Am I to assume that you’re here as Nakamori-chan’s date?”

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sadisticfiction:

Kado strolled down the deserted streets, grinning as he flung his arms behind him. Ah Japan, he thought to himself, skipping around the corner. It’d been forever since he had returned to his birth country – his mother’s homeland – five years at least. He loved communicating in his native tongue, and he planned to sightsee before traveling elsewhere. He’d have to pick up a stamp from the post office and maybe a phone charm as well, assuming his employers wouldn’t confiscate such an insignificant trinket. Red and blue lights flashed in the distance, and he sighed, glancing at the coordinates he had received. Of course the police were already here. He flipped the black hoodie over his blonde hair and turned into the alleyway.

He frowned, slinking around the police detectives who were too distracted by the crime scene to notice a skinny teen blending into the shadows – despite his tall stature. The victim appeared as an elderly man, probably late eighties or nineties, and there was no trace of any inhuman features. Interesting. A high ranking official hmm? Find out if the serial killer is human or supernatural? He didn’t understand: it wasn’t like he was a supernatural hunter; he couldn’t think of many reasons for the demons to be interested in a seemingly insignificant event. Something to do with treaties and intercultural affairs was his best guess. Oh well. First place to start was asking around and finding more out about this “man” and the other victims.

He shrugged, sliding in between two officers whose backs were turned to him with ease so he was at the other end of the alleyway. He smirked, about to head off when he felt someone’s eyes on him. He turned around with uncertainty. The brown eyes of a blonde, British teenager about his age pierced into him with suspicion. Kado gulped, understanding he’d been noticed. Of course he could make excuses, but if they searched him down… Maybe he shouldn’t be so cocky. Damn.

“Excuse me,” the aforementioned teenager said, brow raising with a skeptical glance over the other boy. “This is a closed crime scene; officers only.”

Although Kado had been attempting to leave, Hakuba had taken an interest in the scrupulous stare that he’d noticed. That meant that he was interesting. Someone of note, perhaps- if not to this investigation, then certainly for others. He licked the back of his teeth as he approached, cutting through mingling officers to put himself in a position to interrogate. 

“What are you doing here?”

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Watching the mortification grow on the boy’s face, Sherlock chuckled to himself. He really did seem as if this was the worst possible scenario for him to be in. “It sounds as if you are my….rival of sorts. Someone who is supposedly going to usurp me from my position as arguably the greatest detective in Europe. “You are correct about the media. They spend months building a person up as an icon to be admired before tearing them down with as much aggression as a lioness uses to tear her prey to shreds. The papers are willing to cause conflict and pit anyone against one another if it creates a good story. I found that out the hard way.” Sherlock sighed gently. 

While it was evident that James was simply trying to patch any damage the artical had used via flattery, Sherlock felt a flutter of pride at hearing the young detective compliment his brilliance nonetheless. “I forgive you for everything but being stupid enough to allow you agent to dress you in the deerstalker. A man who is meant to be the one to steal my crown should make better choices.” Sherlock smiled. “If you are desperate to be seen in one because of the reference to myself then you should come to 221B and I would give you one of the mine. I have been sent more than I ever would want.” Now that Hakuba seemed to not be hiding his face so much in shame, Sherlock felt it best to express his nonchalance about what had been said. “Fret not about those silly rumours. I am annoyed but not at you, more so the papers for diminishing all that I do. From what I have seen today and what was said in the papers you appear to be somewhat promising. I may feel you will never match myself but I still think you should strive to do your best if this is what you want to do with your life.” The detective smirked. “Oh and you can quote me on that the next time the papers come around.”  

Well… that certainly could have gone worse. 

Hakuba released a shaky breath which turned into a sigh as he nodded, adjusting his suit absentmindedly to keep his hands busy while his mind processed everything that had just been said. It broke down, as far as he could tell, into something like this:

  • the classification as rival (a threat and a compliment both, putting him on the same level as Mr. Holmes to start)
  • a warning about the media (another threat, illustrating the severity through a violent metaphor)
  • a personal anecdote (adding weight to the threat as well as a show of, perhaps, mentor-ship? A generous gesture, at any rate)
  • a well-placed insult (for letting said media make him look a fool, thus jeopardizing his status as equal and playing the blame squarely upon his own shoulders- taking responsibility for yourself is paramount if you’re to be an independent and equal)
  • …coupled with forgiveness (perhaps as a sign of willingness to share a common enemy?)
  • a baited lure (to tempt him into revealing more amateurish, fanatical behavior)
  • a series of backhanded compliments (to put him back in his place, somewhere on the low-end of the totem pole)
  • casual encouragement (passive aggressive at best)
  • a supply of ammunition for the paper (which he could not use, as it would compromise his own reputation, thus catching him in a never ending cycle of defeat)

In short, it was a fair and just punishment, fitting in terms of style, tactfulness, and still correctly so, all within the context of the great Sherlock Holmes. The young detective looked from the man to the building, then back to the man with a weary expression. What was he do to? Roll over submissively, proving that he lacked the confidence to be his own person in the face of adversity, regardless if it came from friend or foe? He certainly didn’t lavish the idea of lashing out at him, either… it wasn’t Sherlock’s fault, as he’d mentioned, that the rest of the world seemed so intent on destroying everything it could get its greasy hands onto. 

And so, after a moment, he nodded, turning his face to a portrait of careful, reserved, neutrality. 

“I shall take your words into advisement, Mr. Holmes, and do well to remember them. As for the ear hat, as you so sweetly refer to it as, I must decline…” Hakuba allowed the faintest quirk of a smirk at the corner of his lip.  "Save, of course, you permit me to take one only as a token in the most sarcastic fashion, as a momento to the conversation that we’d just had over tea in regards to the detestable people of this city and the world and how much we genuinely loathe them, despite our reluctant admission that they are there and thus, we have no choice but to interact.“ 

He paused for breath and, perhaps, for a bit of theatrics, before continuing.

"So if you’re inviting me to 221B for tea and a good time, then I will happily accept without hesitation, and would be very glad to take an atrocious hat off of your hands. However, I do believe that we’re wasting your valuable time, Mr. Holmes, and I should very much like to use my reported agreeable personality to charm our way into the viewing room, if you please.”

Hakuba reached for the door and held it open for him, brows lifted in curious amusement. This had been a high stakes play; either Sherlock would accept the challenge and all things would go swimmingly, he assumed, OR everything would completely fall apart. Either way, the young detective’s true colors had been laid on the table… it was only a matter, then, of seeing how they’d be received.