[A vampire!AU Jim Moriarty rp blog from the BBC Sherlock fandom. Open for multifandom interactions.

Some plots happen outside of tumblr. Old rp blog is callmbrook where I play his Richard Brook counterpart.]

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mortumancy:

[That, that makes him grin.  Getting a rise out of someone is always a great hobby.  He steps forward a little, inclining in the man’s direction.]

Just a question.
Like the suit look, though.  Very mid-90s stereotype, nothin’ like the whole..  glitter thing.

[He gave Alastair a dull stare and turned his attention back to what was in front of him and kept walking. Only sparing a glance back to his mobile.

Shoo fly, he didn’t have time for things he had heard a million other times before.]

boredmachine says: He's been cranky with me since.

boredmachine:

99problemsandmore:

boredmachine:

99problemsandmore:

Good fuckin’ job. No, really.

I’m just not even going to bother with thralls for you anymore anyway. Not like you actually need them at this point.

I warned you AHEAD of time.

You still needed one at the time, regardless.

I cannot argue that.

Anyway, damage has still been done but I’m offering him a safer alternative for his mind, at least.

boredmachine says: He's been cranky with me since.

boredmachine:

99problemsandmore:

Good fuckin’ job. No, really.

I’m just not even going to bother with thralls for you anymore anyway. Not like you actually need them at this point.

I warned you AHEAD of time.

You still needed one at the time, regardless.

theconsultingspider:

Hah!

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Not particularly. Somewhat. Worse then they did before the whole experience.

[Except he was already at the highest dose, anymore would be lethal. He just had to deal with it. Or overdose, either. He got pretty close, some days.]

Hm.

[He figured as much. Jim watched Thomas carefully, knowing the implications here and as much as they both tended to hate each other’s existence, Jim didn’t exactly want the other to be drowning in his own mind.]

You know, there’s another safer alternative since this thrall thing isn’t working out.

theconsultingspider:

Oh, you didn’t realize?

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That two-month vacation you two lovebirds took out of nowhere put me into a lovely detox, I’m not needing much of anything.

[It was safer that way. With only the echo of the entanglement they’d half-formed Sherlock wasn’t in danger of falling again into the warped razor-blade tornado that was his mind. After that time- no it was just better not to let their minds touch any more than they already did.]

Oh. Of course.

[There was a bit of broiled anger there but it had nothing to do with Thomas, really. Just Sherlock’s incompetence but he should have known better than to expect the detective to follow duties.]

Well, then, are the drugs working for you again?

boredmachine says: He's been cranky with me since.

Good fuckin’ job. No, really.

I’m just not even going to bother with thralls for you anymore anyway. Not like you actually need them at this point.

mortumancy:

99problemsandmore:

Don’t care.

[He’s just going to keep walking.]

[Brrriefly considers conjuring up something for attention’s sake, but.  He’s not allowed to do that outside of the house.]

How come all’a you vampires are so stiff?

[That made him pause in his step out of irritation. Just how did this person somehow know he was a vampire? He rolled his eyes and spared him a glance, eyes narrowed.]

I’d suggest you mind your own business.

mortumancy:

99problemsandmore:

[Just. Stares at this person. Then goes back to his phone. Oookay then.]

You’re the 30th person I’ve met since movin’ day.

Don’t care.

[He’s just going to keep walking.]

mortumancy:

99problemsandmore 

30 is a great number, don’t let anyone say differently.

[Just. Stares at this person. Then goes back to his phone. Oookay then.]

99problemsandmore says: [OH hey she was alive. Hello Devang. He's just going to smile until he's swinging a fist right for her unexpectedly. THAT'S FOR DYING.]

murderbynecessity:

murderbynecessity:

[Devang’s brain itches just a tiny little bit, but mostly it’s pounding from the hangover like a pulsing…pustule of pain or something so she

doesn’t think anything of it. He’s smiling. What? Lifted a hand in a little wa—

AND PUNCHED IN THE FACE HELLO

She rocked with the blow and stumbled with the force of it a couple steps.]

WHAT THE HELL YOU FUCKIN’

SHEEP KISSER??????

They’ve been much more secretive. The managed to rebuild a portion under radar. I have people talking to some of your people, but so far I don’t have a lead. I just have to sit and wait.

You’re not much for sit and wait games.

[Pulled her own tie straight and huffed.]

I’ll keep an eye out, regardless.

[He studied her a moment.]

So what had happened? What killed you this time?