[log] Event: Breaking Down [open]

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Characters: anyone pulled into the Escherverse
Location: Escherverse
Date: Morning 220 - Night 221
Summary: All alone/Even when I was a child/I've always known/There was something to be frightened of
Warnings: general horror, violence warnings; make sure to put more specific warnings in the subject lines!

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[bywolves]

[ Royce is going to reply, but he gets distracted. He pauses, looking up to try and figure out where the sound he's hearing came from - like someone trying to run away.

The cloak jitters and then takes off, running off down the weird twisted hallway like it has eyes on someone's light. As it passes overhead, it hisses idiot down in Sherlock's direction before continuing. ]

[howdull]

[Sherlock doesn't hear anything approaching, but he's more than observant enough to assume that Royce has. Anger floods him, he's not about to let this creature steal what's rightfully his.

One of his hands raises and three bullets fire directly towards the shadow that is Royce, the bangs loud in the still air.]

[bywolves]

[ The hell was that - the cloak skitters off to the side to avoid the bullets, but only just barely manages it. It lets out this angry sort of shrieking sound and then hisses again, trying to assess the damage. There's not much to hit, because he honestly is just a piece of fabric, but there's a definite hole, and there's a definite decent amount of black sludge that drips from that hole in his cloak.

Royce throws himself down from the ceiling - he goes right at Sherlock's face, with the attempt to wrap his cloak body around it to either suffocate or at the very least, injure him with all the invisible knives under the cloak. His angle's off, though, from the bullet wound, and he's annoyed to know that it still hurts. ]

[howdull]

[Instead of his face, the cloak comes to rest on his shoulder and it feels like the skin is being shredded underneath from those invisible knives. He yelps in pain, the noise sounding like a strange double echo of two voices in one.]

You shouldn't have done that, my pretty one.

[It's Moriarty's voice, no Sherlock's, as he raises his free hand to fire again directly at Royce.]

[bywolves]

[ He fires, and it hits - it's almost impossible to miss at this close of range. Royce lets out a shrieky sort of sound and jitters off of Sherlock, slides down his arm and side to try and do as much damage as he can before running. The further he gets away, the less likely it is that Sherlock will be able to hit him, right? Right.

But he still wants that light. It's getting away, and the black sort of sludge that drips from the bullet holes in his cloak body is slowing him down. ]

[howdull]

[The knives slice up Sherlock's arm and side, leaving his bleeding heavily and one of his arms completely out of commission.

It doesn't stop him from trying to keep chase, he wants that light too, firing indiscriminately with his other hand. But he may not be able to keep up, not when Royce seems so much faster.]