#(ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᶤᵗʸ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏᶤᶰ' ᵃᶰᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵇᵒᵈʸ ˢʰᵃᵏᶤᶰ') STAYING ALIVE VERSE

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@detectivemxriarty​

One might think that Jim would be DISPLEASED to find out his daughter had joined the police in some clear attempt to break away from who he was, perhaps wanting to PROVE they were nothing alike but honestly he found it nothing short of amusing. She'd never been of much interest to him, just a little pest for the most part but finally she'd grown up to be just a little more interesting than most people. Being his kin, he expected she'd provide him with some DISTRACTION until the real game with Sherlock began.

It started out with an anonymous text to her phone, 'Body waiting for you south side of the Thames. Do hurry.' He'd planned it down to the most MINUTE details, making sure it was challenging enough but not so much so that Sherlock might stick his nose into it. This wasn't for HIM, that would come later, this would be his WARM UP.

The body itself seemed to be uninteresting if one looked only at the surface, a DROWNING perhaps but if one looked beyond the waterlogged clothes and damp skin they'd see no signs of that at all. Not enough water in the lungs, lack of the bloating that would come from a body that had been dead for clearly long enough for such a thing to occur. Then there were the broken bones to contend with, both shins were shattered in a way that was UNMISTAKABLY intentional. What a conundrum. 

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Countless things could have gone wrong when he'd fired that gun on the rooftop those years ago, living through it AT ALL could be considered nothing short of a miracle were it not for the sheer amount of planning that had gone into the act itself but there were things he'd had to sacrifice. His original web had been left to rot, Sebastian included, he'd never expected the sniper would survive the WRATH of Sherlock Holmes wanting to remove everything that had been left behind.

Then again, Sebastian had always been a LUCKY man. It seemed it served him well and with no residue from the old webs tying him down, Jim was entirely willing to offer him a place at his side once again.

There'd been no preamble, no warning as he welcomed himself into Sebastian's home, perusing his personal belongings until the telltale sound of the door caught his attention. His tone was casual as he addressed the sniper, as though he'd never been gone, a smile across his face.

         ❝-- Welcome home, Sebastian. Had a long day?❞ 

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@watsonofagun from [x]

         ❝--  Y O U ? ❞

Amusement painted both the intonation and expression of the consulting criminal, honestly sometimes normal people thought so HIGHLY of themselves, especially when they served some use to people like himself or Sherlock. The good doctor's company alone wouldn't save the man, if anything it would only lead to damn him further, providing ample weakness for jim to PROD at his own leisure. If not John, there was Lestrade, or the landlady, or his BROTHER and so forth.

Weaknesses abound with Sherlock Holmes and that was why he'd never TRULY win, there'd always be a way to flip the script just by going after the ones he cared for.

        ❝-- Honestly it's ADORABLE that you think you're         any kind of a threat to me, Doctor Watson. You're         his NANNY. Guard dog at BEST.❞

He would know, he had one of his own to follow at his heels but he didn't make the MISTAKE of caring about his own pet ( were he even capable of such a feeling in the first place ). Caring was a double edged blade and Jim knew not to underestimate it, the feeling could serve as a driving force that could motivate the most feeble of people into action but it also worked a weakness that could bring people to their knees if used correctly.

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@mollv​

There's so much to do after his stunt to save Sherlock, so many plans only half formulated as the potential loss of his favourite toy forced his hand. No matter, he already knows the detective's weak points and little Molly Hooper certainly is one of them. Sherlock couldn't have survived the fall without her help, she'd been the only person in his orbit that Jim had chosen not to target, purely on the merit of her not meaning enough to make a REAL difference. Clearly he was wrong, Sherlock had trusted her with his life and Jim is now curious to know just how far that link goes, whether Molly is another string he can pluck at to make Sherlock dance.

Breaking into her residential home is hardly difficult considering what he's done in the past, it's laughable that Sherlock hasn't set up some kind of security system for his friends but he figures there's been so little time and he'd likely thought he was gone for good. Presumptuous and FOOLISH, if Sherlock Holmes could die in his dear doctor's arms then he sure as hell could do so at an arms length away from the detective.

Once inside, he shows no care for privacy as he peruses her belongings, trying to find anything of interest to no real avail. He'll never understand why Sherlock keeps these normal people around, pawns like Molly and John are a dime a dozen, never all too exciting. -- Bored with his search, he sits himself down and waits, listening for the telltale sound of the key in the door.

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@col-sebastian from [x]

Betrayal was a feeling entirely new to the Criminal, there were few people in the world he trusted enough to give them the opportunity and fewer still  S T U P I D  enough to actually break that trust. He'd never seen it coming from Sebastian of all people, perhaps he'd just been so distracted by his game that he'd missed the obvious signs but that game wouldn't keep him from ensuring the man REALLY learned his lesson.

Of course it didn't take long to find him, it never took Jim long to find anyone he wanted and Sebastian was no exception. It was a PITIFUL sight, his LAPDOG bleeding whilst trying to patch himself up and though usually he preferred to keep his hands clean, this was one of few exceptions. Like Carl Powers, Sebastian would die at HIS hands if any at all.

        ❝Did you really think you could RUN from me,         Sebastian? --❞

The want for retribution  G N A W E D  at his insides, flaring anger having to be swallowed down to maintain some semblance of composure. Impulse would have it over too soon and that wouldn't do, that would fail to SATISFY. His approach was slow, paced steps closing the distance between the two of them and his expression practically MANIC.

        ❝You've been a TERRIBLE pet, you know? -- And         do you know what happens to BAD pets?❞

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Lounged in the Detective's arm chair, a wide smile spread across Jim’s face as Sherlock finally arrived home, his dark eyes set on the detective INTENTLY. It had been a few weeks since his broadcast had saved the man's life and he thought it was finally about time they met face to face once again. On the surface it seemed as though NOTHING had changed in his absence but he knew better than that, he knew this time things would be more challenging ( especially now his face was well known ) and he welcomed that challenge with open arms. The real question was, would Sherlock be READY for what was to come?

        ❝-- It's been a WHILE, you've kept yourself busy, haven't         you? Getting yourself in all kinds of TROUBLE. I'm almost         jealous.❞

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@subsolanus​ from [x]

                      your heart is HAMMERING in your chest as she looks upon you, a fevered beat that laces blood with adrenaline, a drug sweet and increasingly harder to earn as existence draws on. you LIVE for moments such as these. -- for it isn't fear that drives you, ( though it would serve you well to fear such a goddess ready to strike down any she deems unworthy ) no, it's the excitement of being in the presence of something far more dangerous than yourself, a mind you almost cannot comprehend.

                      ❝-- who better to dance with?❞ you reply in a tone beyond complimentary, almost REVERENT. one must know when to pay respect but you have no intention to bow to her whims, not unless the demands are in your best interests. a lesser deity you may be but you are a  G O D  nonetheless.                     offering out a hand, your brow raises, expression impish and full of mischief.                                                                                                   ❝-- care to join me?❞

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@bbcmary​

        ❝-- Mary Watson, we meet at last.❞

Leaning against the doorframe, dark eyes set on the woman that had the audacity to shoot Sherlock Holmes, his arms folded nearly across his chest in an almost casual manner. -- He wasn't unaware of her past, reasonable precautions had been taken to ensure he'd come out of the encounter alive, he wasn't foolish enough to assume fear would still the hand of a trained assassin in a pressing situation.

However, the near death of Sherlock Holmes wasn't the only issue he had with Mary, her presence around the man had caused him ENDLESS trouble by drawing him into her own inane problems. He'd almost been sent to his death for saving her and that had forced Jim to accelerate the plan he'd been formulating, throwing himself into the public eye as a last bid to ensure his favourite game wouldn't draw to an end so soon.

        ❝-- You know, I REALLY don't appreciate people damaging         my toys, not without my explicit permission at the very         least.❞

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        ❝-- Looking a bit PALE, Sherlock. Like you've seen         a  G H O S T. I do hope you aren’t ill.❞

The smirk that spreads across his face is devilish, relishing in the situation he's been thinking about since they last parted ways. He'd not planned to step into the limelight so soon, that had been reserved for a much GRANDER party but he could hardly let them whisk Sherlock off to her death, that wouldn't do. Her life was something he'd laid claim to and if that meant SAVING her to ensure it remained that way until he was finished, so be it.

Walking in slow strides across the room, he sits himself down in Sherlock's chair, those dead eyes searching about the place before finally settling back on the consulting detective herself. Of course he already knows there's no one else in the building, the two of them aren't going to be disturbed and though he's certain Mycroft has someone watching the place, they won't be there long enough to report anything. He can stay a little while.

        ❝-- You're welcome, by the way, for saving your life.         God knows how you get yourself into such TERRIBLE         messes, you're lucky I had something ready.❞

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@abhordull

Getting around London became somewhat an unpleasant CHORE after he'd announced that he was alive, he couldn't risk a single person recognizing him from the broadcasts that had taken over their screens but he also wasn't all too fond of remaining locked away somewhere like some caged animal in the guise of 'safety'. -- Jim still owed his favourite detective a visit, afterall.

The criminal had waited for Sherlock to climb into a cab, dressed down with his back to the man until it was about to pull away from the curb, that was when he took the opportunity to pull the other passenger door open and slip inside. Gun pulled and pressed to the cabbie's head, his gaze didn't move from Sherlock himself as he shut the door behind him, a predatory grin spread across his face. His attention didn't shift from the detective, even as he forced the cabbie to start moving.

        ❝DRIVE. And I suggest you don't TRY anything if         you'd like to survive this. -- Now, Sherlock, it's         been a WHILE hasn't it?❞

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@cansprainpeople​ liked for a starter

Getting the good doctor alone wasn't an easy task, not only did he had the watchful eye of the consulting detective to contend wit but, he also had the elder Holmes looking for any signs of him since his little stunt. An opportunistic creature at heart, Jim intervened the moment he'd been told John was alone, the real cab he'd attempted to flag down was immediately taken by one of Jim's men dressed as a mere pedestrian. Instead he'd replaced it with a cab of his own, the doors locked and the back sealed to ensure he couldn't escape once he was inside.

A weaving journey finally ended in an empty warehouse and the cab door was pulled open, Jim stood with hands clasped behind his back and a predatory grin spread across his face. Though he certainly had a proclivity to making people suffer, he had no plans to hurt John yet, that would be quite the anticlimactic and abrupt ending to a game he'd only just begun.

        ❝It's been a WHILE, Dr. Watson. I hear you're doing         well for yourself, all settled down. -- How tedious. Do         step out, I won't BITE.❞

The invitation is punctuated by a motioning hand, though not to the doctor, rather to the large bodyguard that stood by the door ready to pull him out if he refused. Jim had very little patience to offer.

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