View Flat HTML
View Metadata
Search Post
There's a new high school librarian. The old "high school librarian" was a cash-strapped student aide of sorts; apparently it's hard to keep staff working on the Hell Orifice. His name is Mr. Giles. He is British. And sort of old. And sort of crusty. And when Bella takes out certain books he looks at her with certain scrutiny.
"Is my new librarian a Watcher?" she asks Sherlock the day after Mr. Giles joins the faculty.
+ Show First Post
cross_and_bow
eversomuchfun
"...It could make a slight difference," he allows. "It doesn't take up very much of my conscious attention, but I am always aware of it."
cross_and_bow
"So it's probably not hampering your ability to challenge me yet but it could do so in a few days if I keep improving at this rate, which is admittedly optimistic because low-hanging fruit is called that for a reason," Bella concludes. "Okay. I can take it off for this purpose after making reasonably sure that no one has tried to move into your crypt or anything."
cross_and_bow
Bella makes reasonably sure that no one has tried to move into Sherlock's crypt in the minutes he has recently been out of it. No one has.
She unhooks the clasp of the crucifix and puts it with her messenger bag.
"Surprise me," she says.
She unhooks the clasp of the crucifix and puts it with her messenger bag.
"Surprise me," she says.
cross_and_bow
Practice proceeds much as the previous night, except that halfway through Bella announces that she wants to go on to longer sequences - full minutes instead of half-minutes. She's not as well adapted for these yet and is thoroughly trounced on each until she's had a few go-throughs.
Until they've done nine of them and then on the tenth, full of new edits, she does slam him into a wall. (She's also bleeding in two places and she's got a ringing headache, but Sherlock violently encounters that there wall.)
Until they've done nine of them and then on the tenth, full of new edits, she does slam him into a wall. (She's also bleeding in two places and she's got a ringing headache, but Sherlock violently encounters that there wall.)
cross_and_bow
"My head hurts. I need to start bringing ibuprofen with me," she says, sitting down heavily. "Aaah. Thanks though."
eversomuchfun
He sits down against the wall she threw him into.
"A pleasure, I assure you."
"A pleasure, I assure you."
cross_and_bow
"I'm going to start taking everything you say as innuendo," observes Bella.
cross_and_bow
"It's - flattering? Unprecedentedly flattering. I mean, random people utter innuendo all the time, but it's not based in any genuine regard, whereas I'm pretty sure yours is." She pokes at her scalp gently, wincing when she reaches the point of impact and maps its borders.
eversomuchfun
"I have a genuine regard for you on a number of levels. The fact that you can throw me into walls is only one among many."
cross_and_bow
"Many? Okay, at the risk of sounding - completely accurately - like I am fishing for compliments, I count throwing you into walls and my talent for analysis. That's not many."
eversomuchfun
"These things are not unrelated," he says. "You can beat me in a fight once in a while. You can do that because you are capable of disassembling and upgrading your Slayer battle instincts with amazing speed and thoroughness, which is because of that talent for analysis you mention and also because you are one of the most self-aware people I have ever met. I am also delighted by your sense of humour, and believe you me, while there are many people in this world who make me laugh, very few of them do it on purpose."
He shrugs.
"And what with all of this bodyguarding and martial instruction, I am becoming somewhat attached to you."
He shrugs.
"And what with all of this bodyguarding and martial instruction, I am becoming somewhat attached to you."
cross_and_bow
"A successful fishing expedition," says Bella, ineffectually hiding her faint blush with her hair. "Charlie would be so proud."
eversomuchfun
"I can just imagine that conversation," snorts Sherlock.
He puts on a perfect imitation of Bella's voice and accent and tilts his head up slightly, with a wide-eyed, excessively innocent look. "Hi, Dad! Tonight a vampire flirted with me, and I encouraged him shamelessly!"
Now in Charlie's voice, with a sterner expression cut by a hint of wistfulness: "Sure I can't shoot him again?"
He puts on a perfect imitation of Bella's voice and accent and tilts his head up slightly, with a wide-eyed, excessively innocent look. "Hi, Dad! Tonight a vampire flirted with me, and I encouraged him shamelessly!"
Now in Charlie's voice, with a sterner expression cut by a hint of wistfulness: "Sure I can't shoot him again?"
cross_and_bow
...Bella laughs.
"Should I not encourage you shamelessly? I could stop. Or induce shame. I don't want to be mean or anything."
"Should I not encourage you shamelessly? I could stop. Or induce shame. I don't want to be mean or anything."
cross_and_bow
"Good, I always hate it when I wind up feeling ethically obliged to self-hack." Her head isn't ringing any more; the spot is still tender but she's got plenty of tender spots. "I think I'm good for one more sequence played through till I have it down and then it's time to go home, ice various anatomy, and get in some sleep."
cross_and_bow
She doesn't win this one until she's seen it four times. She does use it to teach herself not to favor that knee or this wrist. She doesn't need to favor them. Anything she will fight that isn't Sherlock will probably want her dead. Any injury that is less than life-threatening will heal. As long as her hurty bits aren't actually weaker her best bet is to learn to push through the discomfort.
Finally she concludes the sequence with a graceful kick to his head, and calculates her edit, and implements it, and sniffs the air distastefully. "I really don't like the smell of blood," she says, packing her notebook away. "But I think it's bothering me less since I activated. I don't like it but I don't feel like I'm going to pass out at all."
Finally she concludes the sequence with a graceful kick to his head, and calculates her edit, and implements it, and sniffs the air distastefully. "I really don't like the smell of blood," she says, packing her notebook away. "But I think it's bothering me less since I activated. I don't like it but I don't feel like I'm going to pass out at all."
cross_and_bow
"Well, now I have to know what you were going to say," Bella says. She puts her crucifix back on.