minerua:

   Electricity crackles, filling the air with a heavy scent of ozone and burning. Cracks of lightning snap between two buildings, causing a wall of smoke and dust to rise.

       When the haze clears, a body takes its place. The body of a tall, broad man, naked as the day he was made. A shock of brown hair stands out against his peach skin, and he stands; he has no shame in his nudity.

                          [ Hell, he doesn’t know how to feel shame. ]

      He scans his surroundings, studying the small crater his arrival had made. He pauses, and sighs. He’s in the wrong time.

    His head shoots up when he hears someone approach the alley he arrived in. He turns, and stares.

S C A N N I N G

THREAT LEVEL: U N K N O W N

PROCEED WITH CAUTION

                        “Who are you?” He asks bluntly.

                       _{” sherlock holmes, “ he snaps to answer.
              he narrows in suspicion, very aware of his finger-loaded firearm in his pocket.
                            – should the situation come to that, of course.}

                _{holmes allows his grey eyes to wander, flicking about to absorb what he can of the crackling mess.}

                                                    _{it is a torrent of details.
                                                      details that do not make sense.}

 

                                                    _{– i n c o n s i s t e n t.}

         

                              _{” who are you? “}

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