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talktoten:

   ”No — please— I didn’t do this! You know I didn’t!      PLEASE, YOU NEED TO LET ME HELP! Those      people will die, you need me—” and still the mad     man fought, struggling against the arms that dared     to drag him backwards; the Doctor wasn’t going      anywhere without a fight.                                        “You’re making a mistake!” 

    Mycroft watched him intently, never taking her eyes     off him. He wasn't lying. She could tell. Though     annoyingly she couldn't see past that--he was difficult     to read. Unlike most droll people. "Wait." she lifted a      hand up, stopping her men from dragging him away.     "Let him go." They did as they were commanded. "Speak.     We don't have much time, so do it quickly"   

#talktoten #{ convo; talktoten }

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bewilderedparentsofgeniuses

"Mother I must insist you not call me by that horrid  name you bestowed upon me at my birth. I prefer  Mycroft not Mildred or---Millie, but Mycroft. Otherwise  I shan't respond." 

#bewilderedparentsofgeniuses #{ convo; bewilderedparentsofgeniuses }

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     "May I ask why is it you're standing        in my doorway."

[ Mycroft's eyes never left the file   she currently is reading ]

#open rp #indie rp #Sherlock RP #mycroft rp

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Guess who's back--yep this chick. I'm not even sure if any of you remember me or follow me

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itsnotmyrealname:

A small smirk snaked its way across Anthea’s lips as her own phone as slipped into her purse. “I know. It is simply habit for me to arrive either with you or shortly after. They say that old habits like this are hard to shake.” Anthea said with a slight shrug. It made sense enough in her mind.

"Yes well--" she finished typing out her message before turning her full attention onto Anthea. "Normally we'd fly on our private jet, but as I pointed out in the text I sent last night we are trying to be as indiscreet as best we can. This trip is of the utmost importance there must not be any mistakes."  Though she currently had her gaze on Anthea she obviously wasn't implying it would be her assistant who'd make a mistake, but rather they both needed to keep on their toes. "We're only having a total of two meetings. The rest of the trip is merely for pleasure." 

#itsnotmyrealname #{ convo; itsnotmyrealname } #lately it seems #i can't write more than a paragragh or less

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@ginnylestrade:

"So then what’s your business?" she asked, leaning against the door impatiently

"I'd rather speak inside if you don't mind. You never know who might be listening." Without waiting for an invitation Mycroft pushed past the inspector, quickly making herself at home sinking into one of Lestrade's chairs. 

Starter|| Open to Anyone

#ginnylestrade #{ convo; ginnylestrade } #wow thanks #IDK why but thanks

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pleasedontunderestimatehim:

   "You seem s u r p r i s e d—

                — As though I’m often pleasant.”  

     "Not surprised more like

                  annoyed." 

#pleasedontunderestimatehim #{ convo; pleasedontunderestimatehim }

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the-governments-daughter:

"I don’t understand this question."

"Well usually you know not to bother me while I'm working. I only assumed it means you require something from me. One of which I'd be happy to comply. If that is indeed why you are here. If not then disregard what I've just said."

"My darling daughter, what can I do for you?"

#thegovernmentsdaughter #{ convo; thegovernmentsdaughter }

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pathologia:

  "That’s when I’m working. I go to this one when I’m off. Closest to my flat. I’m actually surprised to see you”

"Yes I supposed you heard from my dear brother how often I go out." she stated with sarcasm. "I however like everyone else adore coffee and someone recommend this shop."

#pathologia #{ convo: pathologia } #that's alright dear #me too XD

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ginnylestrade:

"So I suppose this is important, considering it’s my day off."

"Of course its important. I don't make visits for pleasure. Only business." 

Starter|| Open to Anyone

#ginnylestrade #{ convo; ginnylestrade }

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"Yes well you can thank your flatmate for this impromptu visit. He hasn't been answering my calls once again. It seems that only way I can get through to him is--you." Her eyes followed his every movement observing what he tried hiding. "Bad news?" she inquired.  

         ”Fine, what do want? I don’t really have the time to be talking at the moment.” John hid the letter that was in his hands under the paper, and turned to face his visitor.

#continentalwatson #{ convo; continentalwatson }

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madnessgivenlife:

"What, exactly, do you want, Holmes? Isn’t England crumbling without you sitting in an office somewhere?"

"I'm always working even when I'm not in my office and it will never crumble. You should know that very well." Mycorft titled her head a little giving him a little smirk. "I just wanted a chat. Is that so bad?"

#madnessgivenlife #{ convo; madnessgivenlife } #thank you for posting this starter

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At 5 AM Mycroft was up, she had a few matters that needed attending to, one was making sure that there wouldn't be any trouble while she was gone. Of course Anthea would be checking up on things everyday and then relating them to her. An hour later she was sitting at the gate by the plane tapping away on her phone. "Anthea darling, you didn't need to be here this early." Mycroft stated without looking up, it wasn't hard to deduce that the person who sat down next to her was her assistant.  

#itsnotmyrealname #{ convo; itsnotmyrealname } #wanted it to be longer but #hope its okay at least

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//Hello! Thanks for the greeter. Before I reply I wanted to check something. Would it be okay to use young!anna? I never really get much chance to, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Yes that's perfectly fine

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"Why does anyone enjoy parties   they are so droll." 

#open rp #open #mycroft rp #sherlock rp #dw rp #indie rp

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consultingdevil:

                          ❝  Oh         

          I sense what this is going to be about. You want me              to deactivate their bomb because I’m likely the only              one around who would be able to, on a short-time              basis. I warned the Government about this assault,              after all. ❞

Miss Holmes surely acknowledged that Moriarty would never blow up a history-bound place, the British Museum, for the fun of killing innocent people. He was more the hostage and thievery kind of type. One reason why he was just about to take some history with him.

True Moriarty did indeed send a warning, unfortunately; save for herself; people were idiots. No matter how many times she explained that even though Moriarty sent it, they should heed his warning as he didn't joke. Yet they didn't intend on believing it thus leaving themselves unprepared. Bound by her place in the government Mycroft did the only thing she could. Call him.

             "Yes I know. However the fact remains that the bomb                is placed and as you said there's only a short time to                defuse it. As you can see I'm at my wits end otherwise                you'd be the last person I'd call upon. Now will you                or will  you not stop it? We do not have time for idle                chit-chat."

#consultingdevil #{ convo; consultingdevil } #thats quite alright #and thanks for following

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thenameisq:

Quentin looked up and smirked. ‘Incredibly idiotic and that is putting it lightly.” He muttered before turning back to his crossword, not that Quentin was much better at reading emotions. 

"Well he is the middle child and you know what they always say about those." Finished with her paper Mycroft folded it up before setting it down onto the table. "How much longer are you going to be doing that crossword? I don't begin to understand why you even do it. Surely it isn't difficult."

#thenameisq #{ convo; thenameisq }