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[thethievingmagpie-blog]

[ooc] updated threads page

Added a few threads that probably need to be there. Others either didn't get very far and ended quickly so I didn't bother adding it - or they are on a threads page/finished on the other rper's blog. Derp.

[retiredwardog-blog]

Sod it all.

Yes, alright. This is safe.

Not at all. Damn it all, Jim. How many times had he told that man to keep the tracker on him? Honestly. It took what felt like a million contacts and three hours of leg work to track Jim to the warehouse. And he didn't even know who had him or why.

For all he knew, it was another demon.

But his job was his job. And he would rather not just leave Jim strung up either way. So he got close to the warehouse and crouched down, pulling his pistol. Finger next to the trigger and safety off. Pointed at the ground while he traveled from cover to cover. Eventually getting up to the side of the building next to the door. He listened a moment before reaching to try the handle.

Hoping it was unlocked.

[thethievingmagpie-blog]

[ooc]

Be back in a bit. massive headache. Going to try to rest it off.

[thethievingmagpie-blog]

"Well, this is interesting." He swiftly picked up the tiny Moriarty, frowning at his wings. "What manner of creature are you?"

He did not appreciate being picked up. He also wasn't one to be trusting of Sherlocks and this one already sent out bad vibes. 17 inches on height was at least a foot and almost a half. Wingspan, however, was a bit larger. Jim cleared his throat and balanced on the hand, wings halfway spread out to take flight if need be. "I'm human, just been inflicted with 'grayfaces' as they call them."