Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
Micah was at James' side, and he grabbed a dagger off the first corpse he could find. He would have preferred a gun, but he didn't know how to load something without a bullet, and all the damage he'd seen so far had been caused by gunpowder, bayonet or daggers.
My boy, have you considered that there is a mystery to be solved here? If you find Holmes, he can help find the method by which you traveled to this place. Ergo, helping to find a way home.
He hated Watson. The old man was painfully idealistic, and Micah would have punched him in the jaw if he could have. Reality was reality, and the reality was that there was no way to get home, and they were all going to fucking die here. They weren't made to live in this time, and they had no clue how to survive in it. Those were the facts. He glanced over at Iris, verified she didn't look too exhausted, and he kept walking.
Maybe they'd find a quiet house, where they could think this shit through.