[Video]

[themonarch]

So it's like one of those smart phone things? [tap, tap, tap. The screen flickers on, and a lanky redhead with abnormally long eyebrows peers down] Does the light mean it's on? Is it - oh, wait, no, yeah, I see the recording signal. Okay. Lemme just -

[he clears his throat.]

GREETINGS! [a flourishing arm sweep, and the camera zooms back enough to reveal most of his costume.] You find yourself in the presence of the mighty and decidedly dastardly The Monarch! Of course, as my kidnappers, you know this already, don't you? Don't deny it! I know where you have taken me prisoner and I know who you're working for! So drop any excuses you may wish to sputter forth, for they will fall on only the deafest of ears! ...As your minion has already discovered.

[he gestures to his right, where a familiar plucky psychic has been bound (with shoelaces). The Monarch cackles] You see? Do you see how your folly has led one of your herd astray into the hungry jaws of doom? [his wings pop open] HEED ME, O PORT OF SIRENS! You have one hour to return me - oh, right, and Dr. Mrs. The Monarch if you have her - to my rightful lair! Heed me, or prepare for my sting to penetrate deeply into your bowels! YOU HAVE ONE HOUR!

[he taps the screen, then looks over his shoulder at his captive.] ....What do you think? Too much? It's wicked hard holding this thing steady when it's on my wrist, so you know, take that into account. [he glances down] - Crap!

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((OOC: Double post with acemedium and Monarch's SP debut~))

Comments

voice;

[themonarch]

There really isn't an inch of creativity between any of you, is there? I've heard that already, dick. Like a thousand times. Guess what? Still not working!

Re: voice;

[acclimatized]

[ between his response and maya's nonchalance about the situation, john is ready to blow a fuse. ]

Right, sorry, that was stupid thing to say. What I meant to say was pick a number.

voice;

[themonarch]

Eh? What for? ...Okay, 9.

voice;

[acclimatized]

Because when I catch up to you, that's how many teeth I'm gonna knock out.

[themonarch]

Okay, normally? I'd totally just call you a dickwad and brush that off, because let's be serious, you look like the lovechild of Mr. Rogers and the Pillsbury Doughboy. But I'm gonna let it go this time 'cause that was actually a pretty good line. I'm impressed.

[acclimatized]

Says the man dressed up like a butterfly.

[themonarch]

Aaand it's gone.

[acclimatized]

Oh, really? I'm devastated.

threadjaaack AND HOUND LEMME KNOW IF THIS IS OKAY

[deductives]

[Oh, Sherlock was waiting for the day when someone else would criticize John's jumpers. But from this guy? No, decidedly not allowed. He's not really convinced Maya is in real danger-- she's tied with shoelaces for god's sake-- but John is obviously upset. That and it's amusing when he punches out people who deserve it.]

Do you want me to track him for you?

[acclimatized]

If you wouldn't mind.

[deductives]

[It only takes Sherlock about a minute to trace the signal. He texts the address to John with a smirk on his face before going back to his tea.]

Try not to rack up an assault charge.

[acclimatized]

[ john's already pulling on his jacket and stirring up interest from blackheath by rushing around. he briefly thinks about taking one of the revolvers with him, but ultimately decides against it -- smacking this bloke in the face will be far more satisfying. and it nots like he needs much else. ]

No promises.