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Fantasy The MPC Rushes Story, Cont.

"Speak I won't stop you but if Grim can find us from some far away planet what makes you think that ALT tamonte can't find us?!" and yes that is in fact what I am calling him."
 
-As the members of the Party retreated to the other room at Fitz's urging, "Sherlock" continuing to skim through the Journal, occasionally cross referencing something of note with one of several other books and his smartphone. He kept his ears perked, however, to the hushed conversations coming from the other room. After all, he wouldn't be the "Great Sherlock Holmes" if he didn't maintain a situational awareness of things happening around him at all times. He heard his name pop up a few times, as well as that of a Mr. Cumberbatch. Suddenly the Crow squawked and said something about an Idea and how Fragile they were, as well as the disaster that could come from breaking one. With a sigh and a shake of his head, "Sherlock" closes the Journal and places it atop his desk, next to one of Lisbeth's swords that she left unattended wen Fitz called everyone aside. On top of the Journal, he placed the Knight's Medallion that Genevieve gave him to inspect, along with a scratchily scrawled note on a bit of parchment, tucked in between the Medallion and the Journal...
 
Genevieve linked her arm through Fitz's and pulled him to a corner away from the others.


"Look, Fitz," she whispered, a exasperated edge creeping into her voice. "I know this isn't your style. I know you want to rush in, guns blazing. And no one knows more than I do that we're in danger everywhere now. I know we can't just assume he's on our side. But he's not threatening us, at least not yet. Please, please let us feel this out before you dismiss Sherlock out of hand and certainly before you go trying to destroy him. It's important to Blott, and it could be important to all of us. Please."
 
-As Genevieve takes Fitz over to the corner and tries to come to terms with him and Grim offers the suggestion of relocating to his castle, Lisbeth and Blott head back to the other room, the Crow hopping off its perch and landing on Blott's Left shoulder. When they walk into the room, they expect to see Sherlock still pouring over the journal or perhaps even standing smugly with the glint in his eye of having just solved something vital. Instead, Sherlock is nowhere to be found. The Journal and Medallion both lie on his desk, but the man himself appears to have just vanished, as if he had never been there...
 
"Look I'm not saying let's kill him..I'm saying his information isn't of value because he isn't real!"I'm saying this is a shiny object meant to distract us until the hand of Doom comes in a swats us back into reality…we have a chance right now to re group and come up with a plan.We can choose to ignore Sherlock over there and really think! I don't always go in with guns blazing. I think things out before I act.So lets sit, talk and start getting forward momentum before we get smacked around again! I don't want to be reactive all the time! We can be proactive and fight back…if we sit here we might as well be having a conversation with the Easter Bunny!This is an ideal. What we are seeing is an ideal of what Blott brought us into.Keep that in mind. I am trying to get us ahead of the game and out of harms way and we haven't even had a chance to get on the same page."
 
Fitz turns and noticed Sherlock missing……."See! That! That right there?! We have no control of what or who might come in next?!"
 
Genevieve shifted her weight to one side, placing her hands on her hips. Taking a deep breath she spat, "You are impossible, Fitzgerald! I have no doubt this whole thing has more to do with...to do with..." She scoffed without finishing, turned on her heel and walked out of the room to join the others.
 
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"He's... how? Out the window or something?!" Blott went to the window to check, knowing it was useless. If he was gone, he didn't want to be found. Oh well, at least this would solve a lot of the current arguing.
 
"I think you were going to say with protecting everyone, because I have done such a good job with you over the years!" Fitzgerald watches as she walks away admiring how cute she can be when she gets angry.
 
As Lisbeth's eyes ran over the piece of paper in her hands, a look of confusion settled deeper and deeper on her features.


"This note..." she said slowly, "I don't understand..."
 
Swallowing the urge to slap the hell out of Fitzgerald, Genevieve went to stand by Lisbeth, peering over her shoulder at the parchment.


"What does it say?"
 
"'The beginning?'" Lisbeth echoed, "The beginning of what? Of time? Of our adventure? Of when the Knights started screwing with history? It doesn't make any sense."


She put the note back down on the table and stalked away to think.
 
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"Maybe something about the sitting room? But then, he might not know where we came from initially." She snapped a picture of the note with her phone. "We get great service in here." She noted, sitting down by the fireplace to stare at the picture and think.
 
-As she sits by the fireplace and stares at the screen of her phone, studying intently the photo she just snapped of the note, Blott gasps and almost drops her phone. After quickly regaining herself, she looks closer at the phone then yells for Lisbeth to bring her the Note...
 
"It's the answer to his own riddle, I think." Blott stood up and turned the screen to Fritz. "Get it??"


"And you," she rounded on the reaper, "Can you be less grumpy. We are earnestly trying our best here, but we're not much more than human!"
 
Thoughts were spinning round in Lisbeth's mind, and she absently fiddled with the Blood Stone in her pocket again. A soothing warmth pulsated through it, like a heartbeat, and she recalled how it had blazed with light and warmth when it spoke to her, blazed with a light like the embers that had glowed where his eyes should have been when he gave it to her.


She remembered how he had looked when she'd first seen him in the Sitting Room. Tall, blonde, piercing blue eyes, chiseled features... human.


"My name is Arkadious Grimoire."


"Arkadious Grimoire..." she mused aloud, then her eyes widened, "Arkadious Grimoire!"


She dashed to the table, picking up the journal and flipping it open.


"At the beginning of the journal! A.G." she pointed the initials out on the first page, grinning, "Arkadious Grimoire! It's his journal!"
 
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"Unless..." she trailed off, thoughtful, "Do you think the note might have multiple meanings? We are talking about Sherlock Holmes after all. That seems an awfully simple solution for a puzzle of his."
 
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Blott practically skipped across the room and presented Lisbeth with the phone. "Phone. Specialty ink. Check it." Even the crow looked excited. "...Just don't swipe left."
 
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Lisbeth peered at the phone screen.


"Is this one of those smart phones?" she asked, "I should probably get one one of these days..."


She trailed off when she saw the screen.


"Oh... are those... numbers?"
 
"So what's the plan…I feel like we keep getting stalled and something or someone is just waiting to pounce"
 

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