8:27pm
Coffee shop
After the entirety of the conversation within the coffee house all three characters sat in there with a satisfactory of knowledge of what possible outcome the White Fang have planned with such prowess as to take hold of the city, although the questions of the Grimm leaking into Vale has not been vary clear one thing has been taken into account, the Grimm were being Allowed into the City, but for what purpose? This question will remain unanswered until the time being as to know when this matter has been reopened. But as of right now both the Consulting Detective and the Medical Solider make there way as to say there goodbyes to the young huntress, Coco.
As they said farewell, she directed them to the back as that was most likely where the general and true direction of the hide out for the White Fang is. As they parted into back pantry of the shop they investigated on where they would find a hatch or a secret doorway that could lead them to there base of operations, but so far they could find nothing, nothing in the creases, or the cracks, or the shelfs, nor the squeaks of the floor boards, nothing that would indicate an entryway to a secret room.
after what felt like 20 minutes they could not find anything, John now hungry and disconsolate has decided to sit out on this one for a while,
"You sure this is where we will find them? We've looked everywhere Sherlock I don't even think this is even there base, seems more like an old coffee shop." John commented as he had already given up on searching, since they did ran for a good long while just to look for the shop in the first place. But Holmes did not give up as he stayed vary through upon his mission.
"There has to be, some sort of, trap door. Or loose board, of any kind." he comments as he kept tapping on every little thing he had encountered, "...or maybe, a door to the ceiling." and with his suspicions growing more eccentric he then grabbed hold of a near stool and used it to get up at least two feet, this then made him tall enough to touch the right side of the room's ceiling which relieved that the vary corner he was examining was not solid wall. With determination Sherlock tip-toed on the stool to get a few inches higher and revile the hidden pathway,
"Clever little mugs aren't they?" John said standing up with a hat in his hand, "Never would have thought of that."
"Neither have I Watson." Sherlock then said under his breath, "faunus, always having a creative mind when it comes to problem solving."
Later on the two duo found themselves crawling through what seemed to be a vent through the city, but it felt tight and air-less. Having regretted to agree to accompany the detective, John felt dirty and sweaty going through this claustrophobia educing space behind Holmes his hands, knees, and stomach grind against the jagged crawlspace as they progressed and the Heat began to beat on him like an oven, the same could be said for Sherlock but he did not care as he is locked on to his goal and the fact that he might get the savory look from there faces once he's shown then that Yet Again, the Great Detective has located there secret base of operations. A bit egotistical in retrospect, but when you are Sherlock Holmes and having the knowledge to outwit your enemies, or sometimes your allies, it's hard not to do such things.
A few minutes in, the two finally come across an infringing place where it would seem that it is a entryway to a new location. With no hesitation, Holmes started to beat the door-like blockade with his forearm and then an elbow just to try and loosen it, but John started to tap Sherlock's right heel,
"Holmes. Hey, Sherlock."
"Not now John, I think- I almost- Got it." he grunts as he tries his best to knock down the panel.
"Sherlock. Have you tried, sliding it open?"
"Why would I try to-" he pauses as he sees the small handle in the right hand side of the panel and then lets out a sigh to grief of how foolish he was to not to have examine the Inside first then to deduce what was outside, Sherlock then looks back to see John smirk a little as he saw the overlook he made, "... Shut up." he then grab hold of the little handle in the corner and slid it open for the both of them to pass through.
As they entered in an unknown warehouse looking place Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson then began to search through the place to see what connection could have been made to the Grimm in the city and what was the purpose for this, Roman Torchwick. They looked around a bit and with any luck what-so-ever they could find what they need, but there is just only a limited amount of, Anything at all as you could already know the large room was empty and without any sort of object, only a few drapes, a couple of crates, and some old newspapers lying on the ground.
"Doesn't seem to be anything here Holmes." John said has he tried his very best to search every possible area and pay close attention to the smallest detail.
"You're just looking John, you're not Observing." he replied as he looks at the room as a Whole, though even he deduced the small details as well he only used those small pieces to finish putting together the puzzle, and what he found was an interesting gathering.
"Did you found out something?"
"I did, but I need you to go look for more areas that I could have missed. See if you can find your way out John."
"Mind Palace?" John assumed, then Sherlock just looked at him with his eyebrows slightly upwards indicating as a 'Yes'. With this John nodded and proceeded to find an exit.
Now with Sherlock alone to collect his thoughts he proceeded to piece together everything on what happened here, and through the Detective's Eye he sees the room full of White Fang members all in a row with as if they are waiting for something, like an assembly. Sherlock walked into this crowd to see what he could find, but so far nothing turned up but then he looked at where everyone was facing and conjured up a mental image of someone on the podium, someone he would assume a 5'9" male with a, cigarette? No, Cigar. And another accessory of what could be a cane, and although he could not figure out a proper voice he was able to figure out the surrounding noises that could be happening, for example, someone carving a wooden block, the sound of a weapon clip, the door shutting, and even the sound of someone sharpening their sword. As he looked around some more he knew his hunches were right, as he smelled the shredded metal, heard John opening the door, saw wood shavings scattered all over the left side of the room, but one thing still left out, where did he heard that click? The click of a weapon? No, there was no indication of such a sound, as he thought about it more he realized that it was not the sound of a weapon, but instead the click and flick of a lighter.
With this notion Sherlock then ran where John had gone to warn him about the danger that is about to be inflicted, he ran down a hall took a right, then a left, then another right until he reached the door only to find the entire army of White Fang members awaiting outside and with Watson in their custody.
"Why must you make this so difficult for us Mr. Holmes?" a figure then started to walk and emerge out from the army, "We showed mercy when you helped us, why come to us now? But I would assume it has to do something with the Grimm, does it not?"
"You still owe us- ... er, Me, a favor Adam. I pulled the strings of the entire police investigation and filed an act of legal constitution. You will have rights." he said as he stood with confidence.
"We don't want 'Rights', We want the power, respect, and Freedom that we deserve!" he tells him at blade's length as the rest of the members claps perfidiously.
"I know, but acting on criminal behavior is only going to make it worse. Just let go of my college and we will talk about a proper agreement."
"Why would I trust a Human?"
"Because this human, figured out your hidden base. And that was only cause I was bored, now imagine what I might be like if I actually became interested in a case that had to do with you? You standing here in front of me right now is enough for me to bring your whole operation down within a weekend." he counters, Adam then begins to think about it for a while as he looked at John who was muzzled and tied up, then at Sherlock, then to the member who was holding John and got back at the detective, and without even looking he snapped his fingers signalling a release of the doctor, the member does and slices the ropes on John removes the mouth-trap on his face.
"What would you like to discuss? And make it quick, there are some, 'things' I need to attend to in order to maintain some disputes."
8:28pm
Earlier on the coffee shop
As soon as the both the Detective and his companion left and were allowed to check the back, Coco just sat there enjoying herself when the door chimed and a fatigue blond young woman stepped in and went to place an order,
"One cup o' Joe please." she asked, but Coco heard that voice, she became very familiar to it and decided to look back at the counter to see what was it that made her recognize that voice, but in a quite surprising manner Coco gulped -almost choked- her beverage as soon as she saw her, Yang Xiao Long.
Not knowing what to do she tried to play it cool she quickly turned around and hoped she would not come over and discover her, but unfortunately for her, Yang had already spotted her by the corner of her eye and began to proceed to greet her, Coco attempts to hide a bit but there was no way around it she has to face this head on and pray that it has nothing to do with the White Fang,
For you see, some Huntsmen actually came to the White Fang for assistance in a time of great depression as the Grimm were growing increasingly in numbers to a point where it was overwhelming for the Huntsmen due to there numbers being significantly more limited then their own arsenal, but had they not plead for the aid from the White Fang they would most indefinitely would have been eradicated in one fell swoop, but unfortunately due to the Fang's strength in numbers and firearms it proved to be a sort of dept to those certain selection of Huntsmen who asked for help, as it has been shown by there growing in rational numbers, they are bound by this Dept and if they try anything to speak, hint, or even show them that they have worked with such inquiring, they would be in the up-most danger to them, or loved ones, so as this situation goes the selective few who is chained by the sin they have embedded on themselves have no choice but distance themselves from any other Huntsmen and refrain the very mention of said event.
But this did not stop Yang as she proceeded to approach her, as Coco begins to avert her eyes from Yang and tried to go about her business, but it seems to be a failed attempt as Yang had already called her by name,
"Hey Coco, what's happening?" she asks in a very subtle yet firmly cool tone as she sat across the table she was at, as the admission of sins and secrets began to crawl along Coco's back as Yang presented herself with a gleam in her eyes, and that sense of anguish that followed later on, but during all of this she still somehow kept a calm face and responded with carefully executed words,
"Oh hey Yang, sorry I tried to hid from ya I just though it might be weird that you would find me in a place this." she chuckled as it shows that nothing has happened, to which Yang replies,
"Hmh, I can see that. But I kinda figured that you might be in this kind of place, you know, coffee."
"What can I say? Keeps me busy all night long, if ya know what I mean." she then winks in indication of adulterous actions, at least in a concept of teasing in all fun and games,
"Heh Heh, Ya know it."
"So, what brings you in this neck of the woods?" Coco wonders in hopes that it does not have anything to do, with the White Fang,
"Well, I got a lead to a suspicious activity about the recent Grimm activity in the city, and something about a guy named, 'Roman'? Does that mean anything to you?"
"No. Why?" she wonders as the name never entered her thoughts, nor any other relation to this name, but Yang continues,
"Well, my sources say that he might be in on this whole deal, you know a tie in with the White Fang." as Coco heard this she then began a nervous tick than may not have Yang to notice it, but it was there while her left foot began to twitch a bit and she kept scratching her index-finger with her thumb all in the same hand,
"Oh... what do you know?" she asked hesitantly as her eyes were being covered by her glasses,
"Well so far not much, but my hunches haven't failed me before so that's something to go for." she replies as she takes a sip from the coffee she ordered, "And not only that,but there was some rumors that maybe, not sure if it's true but Maybe, one of our own is secretly playing on both sides. Working with the Wight Fang." This information of course made Coco feel a bit nervous but still maintained to keep her cool on the outside,
"Really? You got any idea who it might be?" she asks in a non precarious way but still wanting to flee at a moments notice, Yang then responds with,
"Nope. Though I have a feeling it might be that Fox guy, I'm telling you with a guy with scares like that you wonder where he got 'em?"
"From training, and I think he isn't that kind of guy to betray us for that apparent reason. I mean have you seen how loyal he is? There's no way he'd do that kind of stuff." and to this Coco is speaks truth as Fox is the last person to know of the White Fang's help and even less if his team mate is held in debt by them,
"Well, just in case keep an eye out for him."
"Yeah sure." and to this the two drink to it, hoping for a better future ahead.
8:57
At the abandon Warehouse
"I hope this makes us fair Adam." Sherlock says with high esteem and dignity after making a negotiation.
"Indeed, I halt the Grimm incursion, and in return you owe me a favor in which I will call upon in a later date." he says with duct crystal in his hand,
"Whatever you need, as long as you keep your word."
"Yes of course. But I must tell you that the man you are looking for is more then what he would seem, he told me that when we crossed paths."
"Roman?"
"As far as I'm concern, he knows you will find him, and when you do he will break you from the inside out." he states as he crushes the Dust in his hand, and with a signal from his hand he orders the men and women behind him to fall back into the forest, away from everything.
As Sherlock sees this he turns to Watson who was standing behind him this entire time,
"Doing alright John?" he asks but John replies,
"I've done better." he says while rubbing the back of his head,
"Then we have no time to lose. Come on." he tells John as they begin to head back to Baker St.
As the hours passed and nightfall has struck Sherlock could't help but think that there is something bigger in this case, something that is far more threatening then he could ever encounter, as if some sort of entity has yet to awaken to the mitts of all the people in Vale.
Something big, something truly horrid unlike anything anyone could imagine in this time.
They soon arrived at the apartment where their land lady Ms. Hudson had just see them enter the building and greeted them with a warm welcome, a family motherly type that Sherlock may seem to not grown attach to her but in secrecy he does, John doesn't seem to hide it as he give the land lady a brief hug upon their return, with this Ms. Hudson then asked what case had they received?
"Mutilation of a child." Sherlock jumped the gun quickly, but as for John he explained what it really it,
"I'm sorry Ms. Hudson, what Sherlock Meant to say, was an investigation on the Grimm leaking into the city, but don't worry we've already dealt with the problem, all we need now is to catch the culprit."
"Well, if you ever do find the one responsible make sure not to track blood into the building, it's not easy to scrub it off."
"Will Do Ms. Hudson." Sherlock shouts from the other room,
"Wha- no no, we are not gonna kill him." John reassured her, but then she just cuts him off as she decided to head to bed,
"Oh never mind, Sherlock always knows to dispose of things. Goodnight." John then saw her up the stairs and enter her room.
John then placed his attention to Sherlock and asked him,
"We are not going to kill Roman are we?" but sherlock stays silent as he composes his music for the Violin, "Sherlock!"
"What?"
"We aren't gonna actually kill him are we?"
"Only if it's necessary John."
"Necessary?"
"Of course, if this man is who Tukson says he is then we need to defend ourselves whatever way we can."
"I know that."
"Oh... then, can I stop simplifying myself for you on every action I take?"
"Ey, don't be a smart-ass on me Sherlock." sherlock then chuckles ever so slightly to Watson, "So now what? How are we going to catch him?" he asks.
"He's clever, so we need to be coordinated, more clever to lure him out." he states as he finishes writing his symphony.
"When you find the notes, you soon see the message. That's what we need to looks for Watson, the clues in the notes to find the message."
"What'd you mean?"
"Where did the Grimm were though to be coming from?"
"The south/east side."
"Yes but where exactly?" John then ponders at this until he realizes,
"The Cross hands."
"Exactly. And given that the White Fang also have Huntsmen in their pockets we can see the message unfolding, showing us where we can find Roman."
"But what is the message?"
"Now your asking the right questions." Sherlock says as he is puts away his notes. "Get some rest Watson, we have a sociopath to find." he tells him with a slight excitement in his eyes as he is about to find someone who might be as clever as him.
11:31 pm
In a lonely building just outside of Vale
At the far end of the City of Vale outside of it whole, their lived a man who had such wisdom to give to those who are wondering souls, and in his establishment he has with him a figure who had come in confession.
"Forgive me Mr. Ozpin, I have done sin." a voice soft was hear in this home, and a figure in all black was in a sort of confessionary with a man who had a green robe, professor glasses, and Grey hair despite his appearance being young. And to this Voice goes on to what she had to tell,
"it's been uh, It's been too long since my last visit. My father use to show me how to do these solum oaths that protected our family from spirits and Grimm, a sort of practice that I'm sure your familiar with as well, not only that but he was a fighter, traditional ninjutsu. He wasn't the best but he hit a milestone of 340 people that saved out of 500, and that was before he..." she stops for moment as the memory of her father came up and to what happened to him, but soon resumed to tell her story,
"But he could take a beating... sure as shit-"
"Language." Ozpin said to catch her in her mistake,
"...sorry. All those people who he fought up against, he use to say that it'd be like fighting Ursai big, powerful, but slow. But as for the ones his size... you know my father's strategy for them would be to let them hit him until they broke their hands." she chuckles to that thought,
"He never got knocked out, i mean knocked Down of course but always got back up. Always on his feet when he lost. But every now and then though... every now and then though he uh... something inside of him would snap. My mother, she was the real peace-maker, you'd like her... she use to say 'be careful of the demons in the land, some times they will get you when your not vigilant.' heh... but you would see it sometimes, my father... his eyes would go dead. and... he'd started walking forward slowly to his enemies... he'd walk with this look, a look without fear... and what i saw, his opponent he'd see it too... he tried to get away from him but... no... my dad he'd t-trap them and..." her voice began to slightly break,
"trap them in a corner and... h-he'd let the demon out." she said with a tear escaping from her eye, "I didn't understand it at the time, what he was feeling deep inside i didn't know... not back then."
"But you understand it now?" Ozpin said with his hands folded to his cane. "Perhaps it would be easier to tell me what you have done Ms. Belladonna" but to this Blake just ties up her bow on her head and responds with an ominous tone,
"I'm not asking for forgiveness for what I've done. I'm giving you foresight for what I am about to do."
"That's not how this works. But, what exactly are you going to do?" he asks with a bit of concern in his voice, but Black just looked him straight in the eyes for a moment or two, and just says with haste,
"I'm gonna let the Demon out."
((As to be seen here, I am done with my chapter. I hope you like it as it took me a while to think up a finishing touch for Blake (and also introduction) If you know what reference I am making right here with Blake then I give you all of my love cause you are a Nerd/Geek like me. And until next time, stay safe stay awesome. *brofist*))
