Jacob Frye freed London (and Evie helped) (haltthemachines) wrote in angellogs, @ 2016-03-01 22:56:00 |
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Current mood: | amused |
Entry tags: | evie frye, jacob frye, sherrinford holmes |
"Ooh you have the most beautiful curls, Mr. Holmes..."
Who: Jacob, Evie, Sherrinford
When: After Jacob’s Arrival
What: Jacob and Sher meet in person
Where: The Assassin “HQ”/Parking Garage
Rating: Will Update. No Warnings Yet
“So…” Jacob drawled as Evie lead him along. “I shouldn’t be surprised you’ve managed to find Brothers, even here, but what about this handsome NEW devil of yours? Should Greenie be concerned, Dame Evie?”
“Jacob!” Evie hissed in a low whisper, elbowing her snickering brother as they started down the ladder toward the temporary headquarters that the assassins had settled on. “Sherrinford..Mr. Holmes...is a friend. A FRIEND, and nothing mo…”
“Ooh Sherrinford, is it?” Jacob practically purred, enjoying his sister’s discomfort. “Please stand closer beside me, Mr. Holmes, will you help me commander a horseless carriage, Mr. Holmes, Ooh you have the most beautiful curls, Sherrinford...you’re sure that isn’t Sherwood and he’s not some sort of Robin Hood in disguise aren’t you? I’ve no objection to the robbing the rich part, of course, so long as we’re among the ones who benefit. Equal shares for all, I’d say…”
“I think you’ll be surprised.” Evie said, instead, glancing around to see if he’d arrived yet. “And with Mr. Hastings and Monsieur Dorian too. Not to mention the man we’re hoping to recruit. We’ve got a fair bit going on so far, if you’d quieten down and listen for a chance. Honestly, do you take nothing seriously?” she asked, though the notes in her voice were fond, and more than half teasing at that. “Come on, Sir Jacob, he should be waiting through this passageway, if you don’t mind.”
“Well, I don’t suppose it’s as though you’ve given me much choice now, mind.” Jacob doffed his hat and continued forward. “Is it rude if I leave this on to meet your gentleman? I’ve never known quite what to do indoors in this sort of distinguised compan...hey,Eves...you think he could teach me how to drive?”