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[tigers]

Good god, you lot again, is it? Still fighting your war, eh? It's only been three years since I last saw you, what? If you were so set on cowering in the trenches, you might have asked Basher Moran to take care of those beasties for you on his own.

Damn shame you had to whisk me away when you did, though. If you'd waited just a mo I would have been able to accurately describe to you the sound of a freshly shot man rolling right over a waterfall.

I suppose you all missed me terribly. I can't imagine you've been getting on well.

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[herrin]

Miss you?

Why bother? You haven't been gone that long.

[tigers]

[ GDI HE FORGOT ABOUT YOU ]

Still here, are you? It's an easy deduction that you missed me most of all, dear Miss Adler.

[herrin]

( HOW COULD HE FORGET ABOUT HER, SHE VISITED HIM IN JAIL )

Oh, naturally. I missed you so much I felt the need to burn your rugs.

( well. give them away. but. he didn't know that. )

[tigers]

[ HE'S HAD TO FOCUS ON OTHER PROBLEMS

Like possibly being fired. ]

You've done what?

[herrin]

Your rugs. Ugly, tasteless things. Burned.

[tigers]

Who the devil told you that you could touch my rugs?

[herrin]

A little birdie gave them to me.

[snowstormed]

hasn't been that long [it hasn't been long enough, is what he doesn't type.]

[tigers]

Perhaps longer for me than for you.

You must have missed me immensely, old chap.

[tigers]

I ain't familiar with any birdies.

Was it Holmes? Good god, is that sod back?

[snowstormed]

just keep telling yourself that

wouldn't want to ruin your hopes [Because he's such a considerate guy.]

[herrin]

No. And yes, he is back.

Though I'm not certain he'd recognize you.

( or care, for that matter. NO ONE CARES, MORON MORAN. )

[not here/totally stalking]

[seesobserves]

[She's right that he doesn't recognize the name -- not clearly, though there's quite a faint bell ringing in some corner of his mind palace. The exact location is fuzzy.

Chasing that information, at the moment, is not nearly as interesting a prospect as is sitting back and watching the conversation unfold, so long as it's kept public.]

[tigers]

Now, Miss Adler. I would say that depends largely on the Holmes in question.

[ Somewhere deep in his heart, he does vaguely miss the Victorian Holmes. BFFL ]

[tigers]

You may continue to miss me, chummy. I somewhat doubt they've given me the same quarters as before.

Poor you. Who can possibly live up to your expectations now?

Re: [not here/totally stalking]

[tigers]

[ Oh, you go about your deductions, Sherlock. Moran is sure to be flattered. ]

[damselled]

I'm sorry, who are you, precisely?

[dyingisnotdead]

and here I thought we were rid of you.

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[hadbadays]

You're not a lord, are you?

Re: [Text]

[tigers]

Not at all, my good man. Merely the son of the once Minister to Persia. Before consumption got the mean old bastard, of course.

Why do you ask?

[tigers]

And now you get to be pleasantly surprised.

[tigers]

Newcomer, eh? Col. Sebastian Moran, of the 1st Bangalore Pioneers. A shame on your part that you haven't heard of me.

[Text]

[hadbadays]

Because a Lord Moran tried to blow up the parliament. The police got to him first, though.

Thought you might be related or something.

[ Not likely, since he's pretty sure they're not from the same reality and all. But still. Seems to run in the name to be less than clever.

Then again, Lord Moran was also up against Sherlock. ]

Re: [Text]

[tigers]

If he were any blood of mine, he certainly wouldn't have gone and taken another bloke's failed idea.

Good on him for trying, though. Damn shame it didn't work out for the sorry sod.

[ Not everyone has a Moriarty to help them out with the plans, Moran. ]

[herrin]

( hmm. calling sherlock 'hers' just seems .. wrong. which is strange. because she never would have minded before. )

He's from my time, fortunately.