Wednesday, 6:47pm
Apartment 221b
In the state of tedious deduction Sherlock is sitting in his living room with eyes close, and his hands joining together only by the tip to make a seeming triangle just centimeters away from his mouth, as thoughts of the Grimm, the docs, the Dust, the Huntsman- No, Huntress.
The more he thought about it the more enticing it is understand this certain event and it's purpose, What sort of information could this child have seen that made the fugitive so eager to eradicate?
Just then John walked in and set down a large box in the middle of the floor, Sherlock then slightly tilted his head to the general area in which the box had landed, and deduced that it was,
"New clock?"
"Yeah, how'd you figure?" John asked as he entered the kitchen and started to prepare Tea,
"The ticking, it's every 2 tick per second, though if it was anything else say a wind-up clock then it would have 3 clicks per second, so naturally I would suspect it's the new brand of Clock that they are marketing, a clock powered by Electricity." he easily deduced with his position still the same,
"Hmh, don't you ever get tired being right all the time?" John asked as he poured the drink into his cup,
"No." he says with a crack of smile,
"Okay, so back to the matter at hand, where are we in this investigation?" John asked as he walked in the living room with his cup, "Any possible outcomes?"
"2... two theories I've developed so far as to what happened." Sherlock opened his eyes and stood up and started to head out, "Come on John." and John who had just sat down groaned and stood back up and had a single sip before heading out with Sherlock.
"Where we going Sherlock?" he asked as he puts on his coat as the walked out the door,
"To visit/ some old friends." he tells him as he calls for a cabby/chariot
"Friends?" John asked as he looks at Sherlock's face, then he knew what he meant by that, "Oh No Sherlock, No." then the cart came and Sherlock went inside with John following along.
As they both rode along they just sat there for a while with full silence developed within the cart, with John looking out the window with an agitated look, Sherlock noticed this and said,
"They know everything there is to know about Vale, who did what and what has been, they should know what we need to know."
"Sherlock they're criminals, we shouldn't trust them."
"This city is already under-siege, it doesn't hurt to find someone that has a better understanding around Vale." Sherlock said as he pulled out a cigarette,
"...okay well, perhaps you have a point." he said as he pulled out his lighter and lite it for him, "But really, where are we going?"
A few minutes later they then arrived at Tukson's Book Trade, home to every book under the sun.
"Here we are." Sherlock says as he stopped the carriage, got out, and paid the coach for his service, As they both stepped in they then were given a greeting from the store manager known as Tukson,
"Welcome to TuKson's Book Trade home to-" he then stops and sees who it was that entered
"Hope you got some new novels for us this time Tukson ol' boy." Sherlock said with a smile.
Wednesday, 6:47pm
Ruby Residence,
An explosion occurs underneath the home at which smoke emanated from the basement and Ruby runs upstairs coughing and fanning away the blue smoke,
"Okay, that didn't work." Ruby said as she decided to close up shop for the day, Yang walked in and decided to give her an apple as a snack since she hasn't eaten in a while, "oh thanks."
"Making something new?" Yang asked when she saw the smoke, Ruby nodded as she bit into the apple and with a full mouth she says,
"Hmhm, Ish Mah owun Weoplon."
"What?" Ruby then swallows and repeats again.
"I said, I'm creating my own weapon."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I thought about what you said and, yeah maybe I can do it, I just gotta find the right kind of tool first before I can even fight."
"That's the spirit." she says as she patted Ruby's head, "Well I'm off."
"Where are you going?" Ruby wondered,
"Just running some errands, don't worry I'll be back." Yang informs Ruby as she grabbed her jacket and headed out, "I'll see you later." she then closes the door leaving the little Rose to herself once again.
Wednesday, 7:02pm
The Club
As Yang departed from her steam-powered motorbike she soon entered a shady part of town in which she came to a club, the vary club in which Junior Xiong was managing, but this wasn't just some hang-out place to meet and have a good time, this was 3 different genres of clubs into one, it was a Brothel, a Dealer's club, and a Fight club all into one, but before Mr. Xiong made a deal he should not have done and is now bounded to an agreement that Yang made, as such Junior tried to slid away from this deal as he sent his henchmen to defend said club and tried to stop Yang from seeing Junior but failed, time and time again,
"Is it gonna be like this All the time?" Yang asked as she barges in with ease, and soon Junior decided to give up and have his men stand down,
"What is it now?" he asks with disappointment,
"I need some info on the recent Grimm activity that's been going on lately." she walks up to him with a bit of a smug on her face,
"Why would you assume-"
"Don't get slippy with me, I know that you know all there is to Know about Vale, any changes and any mishaps." she then grabbed his tie and brought him down to Yang's level, Junior then sighs and gave in,
"Alright fine, here's what I do know."
Earlier with Sherlock
"An outsider?" John said as he became a bit shocked to this news,
"Yes, and so far from what I know he's as blood hungry as they come." Tukson said as all three were in the back where the books where being held,
"This Torchwick character, does he have an alibi to these recent Grimm activity?" Sherlock asks to know more about the mind of Roman,
"Non that I know, but I do know that he's secretly working with the White Fang." he tells them, this then caught the attention of Sherlock and made him think about such act, but John came up and said,
"I told you, they are not to be trusted. No offense."
"Non taken, although not really a member anymore." Tukson said with reassurance,
"Tell me, has there been any movement with the White Fang when he became in charge?" Sherlock questioned,
"Only one. A rundown at Tom Hurgen's, not sure why go there but apparently they needed Dust of some kind."
"Dust?" Sherlock quick-shotted
"Yeah, but not just any Dust but a specific kind."
Back at Club
"How specific?" Yang asks with a bit of flare, as they sat at the bar with Yang on the outside and Junior within,
"From Rare to Non-existent." Junior explains in a similar situation,
"After that, what happened?"
"I don't know, all I do know is that that Dust is nothing compared to what you use." Junior ensures as he pours his drink into his glass,
"Try me. How powerful is it?"
"Well, from what I can tell it's said to be so powerful that even a gram of that stuff can Level an Entire City."
"A gram? That's hardly anything."
"That's why he wants it, but he's a fool no one can control that much power not even with a weapon."
"What's it called?" she looks sternly at Junior.
Tukson's BT
"Most people call it, 'Hell's Breath' but it's real name is 'Quantum Dust', at least that's what the Schnee Industries calls it." As Tukson crosses his arms and leans back on his chair Watson looks up at Sherlock and asks if he knows anything about this kind of Dust,
"I mean, you've must have heard mention about this somewhere before."
"No I haven't, I hate not knowing Anything else?" he questioned Tukson as to figure out what is Torchwick's end game really? Since Roman as powerful as he is, it's obviously clever as to what he might do next if he were to obtain such power, definitely not Destroy Vale but something much more then what anyone would anticipate,
"No, but recently I have seen more and more White Fang members travel to the Northside of town, I don't know what's that all about but my guess, probably there new base." Tukson provided new and useful information,
"Really? Why's that?" John asks,
The Club
"They said some crazy detective figured out there old secret hidden base and now has them wrapped around they're finger." Junior explained and under his breath he muttered, 'something i can relate.'
"Is that where I'll find this Roman guy?" Yang asks, "the North?"
"Well that's one of the places, I can't really say for sure but from what I've been told he very hard to track and some people conciser him to not even be real."
"Don't worry, he sounds plenty real to me, And I'm gonna stop him." Yang begins to head out but Junior stops her to tell her one more thing,
"If I were you I wouldn't be so chummy, these guys don't fool around, once they've got you in a corner they Will Kill you. Be careful out there blonde."
Tukson's BT
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind come one John." Sherlock then heads out, grabbing his coat along the way to exit with Dr. Watson behind him.
As they were outside John questioned Sherlock if they were really doing this?
"It's all in good sport John, you mustn't worry so much." Sherlock replied as he takes out his pipe for a ready smoke, John sees this and quickly snatches it out from Sherlock's hands,
"No, not gonna do this again."
"What?"
"I know what that means when you do that thing with the pipe and face."
"What face?" Sherlock then begins to make the very face that John was talking about,
"That! That right there. The, 'I can't wait to be in danger and be the hero' face."
"Don't be ridiculous-"
"It's true, the Face and this bloody pipe of yours." he waves said pipe in front of Sherlock's face, this annoys Sherlock a bit as he grabs it and takes out of John's hands,
"Alright I get it. And leave my pipe alone, it's my pipe." and with that being said John sighs and calls for a cabby only this time one of the new Steam-Powered cab vehicles came and picked them up,
"What are the chances." John said with quite amazement as to actually ride on this horseless carriage, as the back right hand side had a logo that said, 'Developed by Schnee Industries'
"It's the future Watson." Sherlock informed as thy both took a ride in to the cab, and John told the driver to head to the far north side of Vale, and they're off.
North Side
Upper-class area, 7:41pm
On opposite sides of field-work the notorious detective Sherlock Holmes and the Protecting Huntress of Vale, Yang Xiao Long, both arrive to the north side to begin they're own separate investigation on finding Torchwick as to be believed to be behind the wild Grimm attacks withing the City, the search went on for about an hour until both sides came to a dead-end zone and could not find anything that will lead up to anything.
With Sherlock pondering of what location must it be for the White Fang's new base of operations, Yang is just frustrated a the fact that she's just lost as she had never been to this part of town, at least not stayed for a while, the two side began to leave it to be a hoax or best yet a rumor.
"Well, I hope that there's a nice coffee shop around here." Yang sighed as she went towards near by shops to see if there are anything to drink, But as for Holmes and Watson they did not give up as Sherlock wanted to push forward and find it,
"I am certain that it must be here." Sherlock told John as they walked down the road finding any indication until one of them spots something,
"Oi Sherlock, take a look at this." Sherlock then turns around and sees John eyeing at a wall with a marking on it, the three scratches of the White Fang symbol at seem to be pointing to the south-east side from where they're standing,
"Excellent John, I believe you've uncovered a map." he then takes off his glove and begins to feel the depth of the scratch marks, but they weren't scratched, it was drawn with chalk,
"Have I now?" John looked surprised at first but then begins to understand the gravity of this situation and starts to piece together this 'map' that Sherlock said earlier, "Oh I see."
"If we were to follow these instructions, we should be able to find the base of operations." Sherlock then began to head on over to the next building to his right and went on around the block, Watson follows and soon after taking a few feet around the corner they came cross another marking of the same insignia, they knew they were going to the right direction, "Come one now John, the Game is On." as they set out to find the new location of these faunus .
After 22 minutes of running about the whole section of the upper part they finally came across an old coffee shop just next to fashion clothing store, for some reason. Sherlock noticed that the marks end there as he observed that the other side of the block had another mark pointing at this general spot,
"This must be the place." John remarked but Sherlock simply responded in a well mannered tone,
"If only I was as blunt as you are then I would be amazed as well." he then went on ahead to go inside with Dr. Watson feeling nicked from such insult, "Are you coming?" he asked as he was just about to enter the shop,
"You know what, nah, your on you're own on this one ol' cock. I don't think the Faunus will grow fond of me."
"Suit yourself mother hen." and with an end of that reply Sherlock went on ahead leaving John on the road where he decided to check out the store right next door to see if there's any new dressers he could buy.
Meanwhile in the shop Sherlock made an examination to his surroundings, for example he could tell that there is a certain hint of caviar being withheld from the customers who came in just by the smell alone, bit of an oversight but the double barrel behind the counter is surly an indication of a highly restricted rule of secrecy since in this part of town is a high improbability of gang related threats, also the grinder, judging by the sound coming from the back it a low leveled high opted electric grinder that's slow crushing the beans inside making a much richer and more flavorful type of coffee, After Observation to his premises Sherlock then heads over to a table just near the counter where he can get a good listening range to everyone and everything in room.
Moments later Sherlock decides to get up and order a simple cup of their mocha brand but before he could get near enough to the counter a young girl who came out of no where just slid in front of him and placed an order,
"Hey Jay, the usual please." she says with a care-free attitude, but with a discourage attitude Sherlock confronted this young woman,
"Excuse me I was in line." the pale woman dressed in dark brown then turned around and looked at Sherlock with her sunglasses and a lifted eyebrow said to him,
"Yeah, so? You suppose to mean something?" annoyed at this attitude Sherlock then gave her one of his glares and with an exchange she tilted her head down and pushed slightly downward her sunglasses to reveal her dark brown eyes.
"Hey now, no trouble please. Coco, please try to maintain yourself." the man known as Jay said as he already had Coco's order ready for her, but she just smirks and simply says in a controlled tone,
"...Okay." and she turns around as she pushes up her glasses and takes her order and heads behind Sherlock as she takes her seat just two tables away from his seating arrangement, Sherlock sees this but quickly looks front as he places his order.
After receiving and returning to his placed he could not help but noticed Coco examining him, just sitting there with her cup in hand and a smirk on her face, Sherlock did not hesitate as to do the same thing as he began to Deduce this person,
'teenage girl, fair skin, short dark-brown hair, and dark-brown eyes. Most likely 17. Wavy locks on one side, dyed, gradient that starts in dark brown and transitions to caramel. Clothes, a long cocoa-colored shirt with a dark brown corset. Long dark brown trousers with ribbons, left side and a brown belt with bullets. A Huntress? Another cocoa-colored belt of bullets with a gold crosshairs buckle. What appears to be a drape of black skirt hangs on her right side. Wears a pair of dark brown, high-heeled leather boots with buckles. Accessories,a bracelet with black roses as decoration; these are accompanied by black gloves and necklaces.
Conclusion: Coffee fanatic, overly confident, huntress, slightly delinquent, and overall proverbial.'
As Sherlock made his last deduction in his head Coco then got up and decided to just sit at the same table with this man who quite became interesting to her, she sat down and with a straight forward question she asks,
"Name?"
"Sherlock Holmes."
"Age?"
"25."
"Job?"
"Consulting Detective."
"Living?"
"Baker St."
"Single?"
"Denied." with such a hard and sharp reflexes a pause with then on between these two until Coco decided to lean back and say with with a chuckle,
"You got some balls Holmes." Sherlock then cracked a bit of a smile and replied,
"It wasn't hard, simple people are always the easiest." he then takes a drink from his cup,
"So what brings you to this neck of the woods?"
"Looking for some people who still owes me favors."
"Are they Dangerous?"
"To an extant. Though I cant really say that they aren't rather fascinating individuals."
"Sounds like my kind of people, are they known to these parts?"
"If your talking about all of Vale, then yes."
"...wait, you don't mean-" Sherlock then just looks up at her and just smiles a clever smile, "Those criminals?" Sherlock then nods but Coco then looks a tad furious to even mention the White Fang, "What do you have to do with-... wait a second, your not one of them are you?"
"No, just made a deal and now they are prone to do my bidding if I so please." Coco looks surprised at how someone like him can easily do something like that, or perhaps it was not so easy.
"Heh, you sir are one hell of a person." she grins, "So, is this all you do? Stare at girls and leave an impression of being a high rolling detective who likes to chase down criminals head on?"
"I wouldn't say 'high rolling', I prefer consulting."
"Oh so you chose who to work for. Okay, so tell me what makes you so special? Show me what you can do." She leans forward as she is asking as the look on her face tells of an interested individual. Sherlock then cracked another smile and made a quick deduction scan to Coco once again.
"I can tell you that you've been at work with the huntsmen these past 2 days, but seeing the amount of bullets you have around your waist I could say you have gotten at least 3 maybe 2 Grimm during your extent on the outside, and as an oppose to your weapon and position, is your most likely a a Gatling Gun and a team Leader to 3 other individuals, one of them upon my best idea, and this took every ounce of my knot, a Faunus. A cat perhaps?" he finished has he just left her just amazed on how he was able to know Most of the things she knew,
"Er- no, a bunny actually. But that was... something else." she uttered in unfathomable thought,
"Yes I know John has expressed that to me when we first met."
"John?"
"My associate. The one who aids me on my investigations, he's also a doctor."
"Oh, he sounds nice-"
"bit slow minded for a human being." he interrupts as Sherlock unknowingly speaks illy about John, "Not his fault but he could do better." just as he was just about to make a semi-rant about the 'flaws' that John had, Dr. Watson finally showed up and called out Sherlock as he walked in,
"Sherlock, there you are."
"Oh speak of the devil." John then came to where they were sitting and asked,
"Have you found anything?"
"No but I believe I have found someone who might accompany us in a time of need." Sherlock then shifted his eyes toward Coco, "Ah yes sorry, this is my associate Dr. John H. Watson the one I told you about."
"Oh, hello." John said in a friendly manner as he shakes Coco's hand, but she just grinned and then looks at Sherlock,
"Well Mr. Holmes, you didn't tell me your friend here was so fine looking."
"...I don't understand, everyone upon his stature looks normal. but if you ask me he seems boring to live with." he then sips his coffee after saying that, but this only caught more of the attention of of her as she then asks,
"Live together!?" an before she started to make assumptions John quickly said right away that they were just 'Flat-Mates'
"Not gay, I just wanted to point that out."
"Could've fooled me. but then again it could have been an interesting three-way over-way, hehe." she grins yet again,
"nope." John said, but hen Sherlock changes the subject and heads straight onto what's important,
"Tell me, how or what do you know about the White Fang and someone by the name of, Roman Torchwick?"
((hope you like this Chapter I put a lot of thought and effort on making this into a scenario of Sherlock by still kept a RWBY element into it, still although it's getting progressively better I still want it to be more interesting, eh I'll probably think about it latter on in life. But until I actually find one, I will leave you to this one. Share, Like, Subscribe and All that good stuff and I will see you laters.))