Willa MacKenzie Thompson ♘ Professor J. Moriarty (crimelord) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-09-20 15:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | michael abrams, willa thompson |
Who. Willa Thompson & Michael Abrams
When. Monday afternoon, September 20 2010
What. Willa takes Michael on a field trip to The Tower of London. With a purpose.
Where. The UK
Rating. Uhhh. It's Willa and Michael. B for Bitchery and I for Inappropriate?
Willa was nothing if not ambitious. She was also probably a little too calculating for her own good. From the moment Moriarty had paid her mind a fairly permanent visit, she'd been preparing for the inevitable day when they'd meet the Professor's old enemy. She had no idea it would take this long, but Holmes always had been on his own time card. Exasperating. Still! He'd finally showed. Willa didn't care how much of a 'stalker' it made her, she had always made a point of checking the reincarnate boards regularly for any signs of everyone's favorite master sleuth and when she'd finally caught sight of him, she couldn't keep herself from making her own reappearance. Whether he had figured it out yet who she was didn't matter to her, she knew he would eventually, but right now she was taking her chance. If he didn't know yet, then this scheme would be just a little bit more fun then if he did.
Usually Willa didn't do any of her own field work. No, true to Moriarty's style she had a number of close colleagues who were more then happy to do all the dirty work for her, and they were well compensated for it. This, however, was a special occasion. It was her first time going up against Sherlock Holmes, even if he didn't know it. This was a test for him as much as it was a test for herself. Could she measure up to one of the most brilliant minds in literature? Of course, she was thinking of Moriarty. Naturally in her mind Holmes always came second. Holmes and that fuddy duddy doctor friend of his, who seemed to be inhabiting the body of a foul mouthed slag these days. As for Holmes, he reminded Willa of a beatnik hippie from the swamps. Oh how this turn of events just endlessly amused her. And then there was Michael Abrams, the reincarnate of Lucifer she'd become so acquainted with just the week prior. He was fun, and if Willa was going to make the trip, she might as well take someone worth while with her. This mission was strictly recon, so there was room for improvisation.
She'd gone there under a false name, and she'd advised him to do the same as well. Should this Hunter Williams actually live up to his head mate's expectations and came looking for evidence later on after the deed was actually done, he'd find no record of her having ever been there at all. No credit card slips, no guest book sign-ins, nothing. Willa had to take a moment to actually congratulate herself on her own cleverness. She had arrived with Michael at the Tower of London dressed to the nines and had spent a large chunk of the day seeing the sights. All of them, from the exhibits to the bathroom locations, security stops and emergency exits. Discreetly of course. Willa was nothing if not thorough to the point of anally retentive. Having someone on your arm helped, Michael provided a much needed distraction from acting obvious. To any onlookers, they were simply there to enjoy their surroundings as much as they were enjoying each other. And in between all the 'ooohing', 'aaahing' and typical inappropriate gestures, Willa kept a sharp eye.
After an enjoyable detour into the newly established five centuries of royal armor exhibit, where Willa made sure to point out the silvered and engraved armor from 1515 that indicated the celebration of Henry's marriage to Katherine of Aragon, -
"You see how the edge of the skirt has all those intertwined initials of Henry and Katherine, and the pattern of scrolling foliage with Tudor roses and pomegranates of Aragon all over the armor? I just find it fascinating." (Willa was actually a bit of a history buff, just one of the many things she'd studied in college that she took to, but this was all an act on her part. Playing the rich, snooty museum goer was a game, but her underlying intentions were far from harmless.)
- they finally reached their hidden destination.
Willa had arranged to see the crown jewels of the Tower of London, easily one of the main attractions in the building and by far the nicest to look at. Hanging onto her companions arm she made a show of admiring the entire exhibit, taking her time and making sure not to spend too long at any particular part of it. She was meant to seem enthralled as any woman would be in the face of such sparkling jewels, but also not overly interested. A cheery indifference was key. That is, until she got to the jewel she'd been waiting for. She actually had to fight to keep her expression completely impassive, though she felt her insides grow warm in the absence of any criminally cliche eye gleam. The Cullinan I. Was she ready for this? Yes, she was. They both were. It was time to up the ante. It would only take a week or two of planning from here... Turning to her companion with a devilish grin on her lips, she could barely contain her enthusiasm though she managed. Somewhat. "I think I know what I want for my birthday."