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That awkward moment when Deryn’s mom is a bibliophile.

Me: Thankfully, Scott didn’t make her into a lesbian… Lucky for Alek XD

Raymond: Haha! If he did, I would cry. It would result in quite an… Unexpected ending though…

Me: BABIIIEESSS!
…
right?

Raymond: No, like:

Deryn: “Alek… I’m running away from the Leviathan!”
Alek: “But, why Deryn?! I love you!”
Deryn: “That’s just it, Alek. I’m running away… With Lilit.”
Alek: -OMG-
…Awkward!

Me: Lilit: wait, so the kiss worked? YES! *victorious fist pump*

Ah, the things that can occur in fandom discussions with friends.

Oh, Ms. Wolfe.

Wolfe:

WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND CLIFFHANGERS?!
I expected Sherlock to be like, "And you've been shagging."
Me:

Oh Sherlock already knows that, but he can't just blurt it out Especially when he knows that that Slovene has a gun
Wolfe:

Or he just needs the right audience.
Me:

true true.. Sherlock: "THIS SLOVENE HAS BEEN SHAGGING!"
Watson/everyone else:

*SPEWWWWW COFFEE*
Eugene:

With who?!?
Watson:

*groans* oh no...
Sherlock:

Mr. Kovalski is not homosexual, that I can tell. Let's think it through, simpletons - Dr. Nora Barlow, a bit too old for him; also taken by the Count as well. The Empress; No. She is pregnant and seems to have a healthy marriage. Sophie; much too young, probably considered more like a sister if that. That leaves Miss Newkirk and the Turk. It cannot be Adela because her brother would hear of it--she seems rather talkative. That leaves Miss Sarae and, in conclusion, she is the answer.
Kunsel:

.. what.. how~
Eugene:

...
Sarae:

*pale*
Eugene:

Umm, I blacked out for a second there. What did you say?!
Sherlock:

OHH FFFF---
Volger:

Sarae and Kunsel are lovers!
Eugene:

O _O *heartbroken* WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED OF THIS?! > _< ... ; -;
Kunsel:

*looks at Eugene* > _> what
Watson:

so you like Miss Sarae then?
Eugene:

Umm >_>
Kunsel:

*gives him a hard look* >:c
Eugene:

e _e nope
Adela:

OMFG.
Sherlock:

simpletons..
Volger:

I agree.
Watson:

>_> wait. Where did Ms. Azmiyez go?!
Sherlock:

SIGH, Do I seriously have to explain everything?!?
Kunsel:

It would help, Mr. Holmes.
Sherlock:

*giving kunsel a hard look* Why? Any intentions, Mr. Kovalski?
Kunsel:

I'm concerned, Holmes. *crosses his arms over his chest*
Sherlock:

Oh? and why's that? She isn't your mate, now is she? last time I checked, only couples worry about each other. I'm sure Ms. Azmiyev is fine.
Watson:

Sherlock..
Kunsel:

*grits his teeth* can't I be concerned about a friend?
Sherlock:

Yes, you CAN be concerned about a friend, BUT only if you know they're in trouble.
Is your friend, Ms. Azmiyev, in trouble? If you think so(or KNOW so), you could rush to her aid right now instead of arguing about that fact THAT YOU ARE HER MATE.
Kunsel:

What? Are you trying to get me to admit that I am, if I am? I can be concerned about friends other times, you know. I was worried that my friend was going to fail the science test and leave me alone the next year with a bunch of idiots as classmates.
Sherlock:

Get you to admit what, exactly? Oh, and mind I remind you that part of your childhood NEVER HAPPENED. Instead you taught a friend how to defend themselves with their own weapon and later on turn against you. That must have been a painful time. Right, Mr. Kovalski?
You seem to be deep in the art of weaponry and defense. Have you perhaps killed a man out of rage and grief? Nazi, perhaps? Try not to deny, I'm sure our prince here can confirm.
Kunsel:

*bares his teeth* maybe I should kill YOU out of rage, you bastard!
Sherlock:

THAT concerned? For a female friend? How odd. So much concern for JUST a friend you 'care about'.
Watson:

Sherlock, maybe you should lay off.
Kunsel:

*clenches his fist, trying not to grab at gunblade*
Sherlock:

*glances at Watson* No, not yet. We're close to a breakthrough. *looks back at Kunsel* Well? Anything to say, Mr. Kovalski? Or was I right?
Kunsel:

I wonder how fast you can run with those fancy shoes of yours. *growls*
Sherlock:

Heavens, why would I run? You wont even try. Besides, shouldn't you be looking for Ms. Azmiyev right now? Your rage decieves you, Mr. Kovalski. *whispers* you know you love her like that *then smiles evilly*
KunseL:

*storms forward and slams Holmes in the temple with the butt of his gun* FINE! *he shouted* YES! I DO! I LOVE SARAE AZMIYEV! NOW FUCK. OFF!
Sherlock:

> .< *rubs temple* ow~ what a fine way to ease a headache. Eh, Dr. Watson?
Watson:

You mean to tell me you went through all that just so he can wack you with his gun?!
Sherlock:

gunblade, to be precise.
Watson:

SHERLOCK!
everyone else:

*faints*
...
Sarae:

hey guys. Where did Mr. Kovalski go?
Sherlock:

*looks at john evilly*
Watson:

sometimes, you're just a bastard, Sherlock.
...
Sarae:

Yeah, that shit won't work on me.
Sherlock:

sigh... He's with Adela if you're looking for him.
Watson:

O -O
Sarae:

...WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING WITH THAT BITCH?! I AM GOING TO FUCKING KICK HER FUCKING ASS SO FUCKING HARD...!
Sherlock:

They're in the boiler room. Helping raise up the heat for one cold night.
Watson:

Oh dear God, no.
Sarae:

FUCKING WHORE IM GOING TO THROW THAT BITCH OFF THIS FUCKING WHALE.
Sherlock:

if you leave right now, you might be able to catch him in the act. Or, you could just stay here and we could chat; all three... well, four.. all four of us.
Watson:

*begins praying*
Sarae:

I will murder everYONNNEEEE... *hisses and storms off*
Sherlock:

*looks at john with a coy grin* and she said it doesn't work on her.
Watson:

NO! MS. AZMIYEV! PLEASE! COME BACK, WE CAN EXPLAIN!
Sarae:

THERE WILL BE BLOOD!
Adela:

what the hell? AAAEIII!
WTF! WHAT DID I DO?!
Sarae:

IM GOING TO MURDER KUNSEL AFTER YOUUUUU....!
Adela:

Bitch, WTF Are you talking about?!
Watson:

Sherlock, you're turning Miss Sarae into a murderer!
Adela:

DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THIS?!
Sherlock:

nothing. Not at all.
Watson:

...*whispers* God have mercy on us all
Kunsel:

uh, Sarae--
Sarae:

*stabs in the arm* WHAT THE HELL?!
Kunsel:

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!
Adela:

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
Watson:

OMFG
Sherlock:

*exchanging looks with Kunsel menacingly*
Eugene:

*crouches into a ball* find a happy place, find a happy place, find a happy place-
Kunsel:

WHAT DID YOU TELL HER, HOLMES?!
Sherlock:

Why are you asking me?
Watson:

BECAUSE HE TOLD SARAE THAT YOU AND MISS ADELA WERE FUCKING IN THE BOILER ROOM!
Sherlock:

Shut up, John!
Kunsel:

...ew.
Sherlock:

So... how's the arm?
Sarae:

....
Kunsel:

...
Adela:

.....
All:

FFFFFFFF--
Watson:

Ms. Azmiyev?..
Sherlock:

*backs away slowly*
Sarae:

kill that tall Brit. He needs to be killed.
...
Sarae/Kunsel/Adela:

*chases Sherlock*
Watson:

WAIT! MR. KOVALSKI! REMEMBER WHAT YOU SAID, or actually confessed, TO MR. HOLMES!
Sherlock:

JOOOOHHHHNNNNN~
Kunsel:

HE MADE ME! I WAS CORNERED!
Sarae:

WHAT'D YOU SAY!
Kunsel:

nothing!
Watson:

TELL HER, MR. KOVALSKI!
SHERLOCK:

FOR THE LOVE OF-JOHN! *glances back and smirks* Are you saying what you confessed to me, Mr. Kovalski, is a lie?!!
Adela:

What in blazes is he talking about-
Kunsel:

no! But it's just embarrassing.
Sarae:

I hope you're not gay now.
Sherlock:

pity! You were about to kill me to defend that statement! Now you say you're embarrassed?!! *keeps running*
Watson:

*trying to catch up* For heaven's sake, Sherlock! Lay of-*Adela suddenly tackles him down and covers his mouth*
Adela:

Shhh. Let's see what happens.
Kunsel:

I WILL CASTRATE YOU, YOU BASTARD!
Sarae:

ooooooh now I'm interested.
Sherlock:

See, mr. Kovalski! You still got it in you to kill me for that one clear statement!
Adela and Watson:

Sweet jegus. this is good.
Sarae:

*sits next to Eugene* Vee~
Kunsel:

Then why dont YOU reveal the truth since that's obviously what you like to do!
Sherlock:

*stopping to a grinding halt* She wont take my word for it. Trust me. *secretly hands over ring to Kunsel*
Watson:

Sherlock? What are you-
Sherlock:

Shh!
Kunsel:

what the hell is this for?
Sherlock:

T _T ... *whacks Kunsel on the head* THINK you fool. What else is a ring for?! You'll thank me for this later. *grabs John and hauls him away* Come, Dr. Watson. Let us leave these simpletons alone.
Watson:

WAIT! *grabs Eugene and Adela and drags them out, locking the doors after them*
Kunsel:

um... *rolls the ring between his fingers*
Sarae:

Well? What exactly DID you say to Mr. Holmes?!?
Kunsel:

*blushes* just admitted some... Things.
Sarae:

Like..?
Kunsel:

um... About me and you...
Sarae:

*crunches knuckles* And? what else?
Kunsel:

that I-- *voice breaks*
Sarae:

*raises an eyebrow* You..what?
Sherlock:

*somewhere far from the door* Dammit, say it already!
Kunsel:

I... I love you very much.
Sarae:

...
Everyone listening through the door:

...dang..
Sarae:

W-what are you holding? Besides my knife of course..
Sherlock:

*giggles*
Watson:

*glares at Sherlock*
Kunsel:

*blushes again* Holmes gave me a ring. I think he wants me to propose to you.
Sherlock*speaking through the door, barely audible*:

Well why the hell not?!
Sarae:

Umm..
Sherlock:

ON YOUR KNEES, SIMPLETON!
John:

Sherlock. Please, just this once, LAY OFF!!!
Sherlock:

pfft, impossible. That's faaaar too easy.
Kunsel:

I would much rather shove it down his throat, though.

Sherlock crossover RP

Wolfe:

WHAT IS WITH YOU AND CLIFFHANGERS?!
I expected Sherlock to be like, "And you've been shagging."
Me:

Oh Sherlock already knows that, but he can't just blurt it out Especially when he knows that that Slovene has a gun
Wolfe:

Or he just needs the right audience.
Me:

true true.. Sherlock: "THIS SLOVENE HAS BEEN SHAGGING!"
Watson/everyone else:

*SPEWWWWW COFFEE*
Eugene:

With who?!?
Watson:

*groans* oh no...
Sherlock:

Mr. Kovalski is not homosexual, that I can tell. Let's think it through, simpletons: Dr. Nora Barlow, a bit too old for him; also taken by the Count as well. The Empress; No. She is pregnant and seems to have a healthy marriage. Sophie; much too young, probably considered more like a sister if that. That leaves Miss Newkirk and the Turk. I cannot be Adela because her brother would hear of it--she seems rather talkative. That leaves Miss Sarae and, in conclusion, she is the answer.
Kunsel:

.. what.. how~
Eugene:

...
Sarae:

*pale*
Eugene:

Umm, I blacked out for a second there. What did you say?!
Sherlock:

OHH FFFF---
Volger:

Sarae and Kunsel are lovers!
Eugene:

O _O *heartbroken* WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED OF THIS?! > _< ... ; -;
Kunsel:

*looks at Eugene* > _> what
Watson:

so you like Miss Sarae then?
Eugene:

Umm >_>
Kunsel:

*gives him a hard look* >:c
Eugene:

e _e nope
Adela:

OMFG.
Sherlock:

simpletons..
Volger:

I agree.
Watson:

>_> wait. Where did Ms. Azmiyez go?!
Sherlock:

SIGH, Do I seriously have to explain everything?!?
Kunsel:

It would help, Mr. Holmes.
Sherlock:

*giving kunsel a hard look* Why? Any intentions, Mr. Kovalski?
Kunsel:

I'm concerned, Holmes. *crosses his arms over his chest*
Sherlock:

Oh? and why's that? She isn't your mate, now is she? last time I checked, only couples worry about each other. I'm sure Ms. Azmiyev is fine.
Watson:

Sherlock..
Kunsel:

*grits his teeth* can't I be concerned about a friend?
Sherlock:

Yes, you CAN be concerned about a friend, BUT only if you know they're in trouble.
Is your friend, Ms. Azmiyev, in trouble? If you think so(or KNOW so), you could rush to her aid right now instead of arguing about that fact THAT YOU ARE HER MATE.
Kunsel:

What? Are you trying to get me to admit that I am, if I am? I can be concerned about friends other times, you know. I was worried that my friend was going to fail the science test and leave me alone the next year with a bunch of idiots as classmates.
Sherlock:

Get you to admit what, exactly? Oh, and mind I remind you that part of your childhood NEVER HAPPENED. Instead you taught a friend how to defend themselves with their own weapon and later on turn against you. That must have been a painful time. Right, Mr. Kovalski?
You seem to be deep in the art of weaponry and defense. Have you perhaps killed a man out of rage and grief? Nazi, perhaps? Try not to deny, I'm sure our prince here can confirm.
Kunsel:

*bares his teeth* maybe I should kill YOU out of rage, you bastard!
Sherlock:

THAT concerned? For a female friend? How odd. So much concern for JUST a friend you 'care about'.
Watson:

Sherlock, maybe you should lay off.
Kunsel:

*clenches his fist, trying not to grab at gunblade*
Sherlock:

*glances at Watson* No. We're close to a breakthrough. *looks back at Kunsel* Well? Anything to say, Mr. Kovalski? Or was I right?
Kunsel:

I wonder how fast you can run with those fancy shoes of yours. *growls*
Sherlock:

Heavens, why would I run? You wont even try. Besides, shouldn't you be looking for Ms. Azmiyev right now? Your rage decieves you, Mr. Kovalski. *whispers* you know you love her *then smiles evilly*
KunseL:

*storms forward and slams Holmes in the temple with the butt of his gun* FINE! *he shouted* YES! I DO! I LOVE SARAE AZMIYEV! NOW FUCK. OFF!
Sherlock:

> .< *rubs temple* ow~ what a fine way to ease a headache. Eh, Dr. Watson?
Watson:

You meant to tell me you went through all that just so he can wack you with his gun?!
Sherlock:

gunblade, to be precise.
Watson:

SHERLOCK!
everyone else:

*faints*
...
Sarae:

hey guys. Where did Mr. Kovalski go?
Sherlock:

*looks at john evilly*
Watson:

sometimes, you're just a bastard, Sherlock.