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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jun 3, 2008 17:21:51 GMT -5
*Holmes guided Irene from the boat to the train at Dover that would take them to London. The crossing had been mercifully uneventful.*
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Post by Irene on Jun 3, 2008 17:30:47 GMT -5
*Irene took a seat, realizing for the first time how long it had been since she had seen England.*
My old home...
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Post by Count Dracula on Jun 3, 2008 17:31:18 GMT -5
*Count Dracula also stepped onto the dock, stretching his legs. The journey had not been too far, and London seemed another wealth of people and culture. And women. He watched the other passengers exist, noting a few in passing, but then....a vision. Feminine perfection. She would no doubt make a fine wife. Now all he had to do was study her and begin planting the seeds of his later success. He fell into shadows behind her. She was with a gentleman, but that had never stopped him before.*
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Post by Irene on Jun 3, 2008 17:35:39 GMT -5
*Irene thought she saw something from the corner of her eye, but it wasn't there when she looked again. Just nerves...still, she was no longer quite as relaxed as before.*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jun 4, 2008 12:30:14 GMT -5
*Holmes sensed her stiffening beside him, and looked down.*
"Irene?" *he murmured quietly. They would have to be careful--London thought him dead, and he could not risk exposing both of them. But the trip had to be made.* "What is it?"
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Post by Irene on Jun 4, 2008 13:56:59 GMT -5
"I'm sorry. I just- thought I saw something. I'll be alright."
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Post by Count Dracula on Jun 4, 2008 17:13:41 GMT -5
*Dracula kept to the peripherals, carefully following them through the crowded streets, careful not to stand out anymore that any other traveler in the great city.*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jun 5, 2008 12:18:22 GMT -5
*He frowned slightly.*
"If you do see something, you must tell me. We both have enemies, I think. It's only paranoia if they're not actually after you."
*The train was shuddering into the station, and Holmes retrieved their meager luggage. They would find one of his bolt holes and stay out of sight. Socially, at any rate.*
"Irene," *he sighed at last.* "I know you aren't telling me something. What did the note say?"
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Post by Irene on Jun 5, 2008 17:07:16 GMT -5
"You're right- I should have told me."
*She took a deep breath*
"It was from a man I met in my dream. Which makes me wonder if all of it was real."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jun 5, 2008 17:13:16 GMT -5
*Holmes frowned.*
"Sometimes even dreams contain truths," *he said.* "If your mind has hidden them from you while waking. What did it say?"
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Post by Irene on Jun 5, 2008 21:43:20 GMT -5
"He wants to meet you. He is somehow involved with Dracula, and says he is...a cousin of yours."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jun 6, 2008 19:19:18 GMT -5
*He glanced at her sharply, silent for a moment.*
"I do not think," *he said slowly,* "that your mind would concoct such rubbish unaided. What information did he give you about how such a meeting would be effected?"
*Holmes guided her from the station and to a cab; his goal, now, was to learn as much as he could about Destler's previous life, here.*
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Post by Irene on Jun 7, 2008 10:05:15 GMT -5
"He just left his calling card."
*She handed it to him.*
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jun 7, 2008 23:13:04 GMT -5
*Emile Corday.
It didn't mean anything to him--the name rang no bells.*
"That would have been today, wouldn't it? You don't wish to meet him."
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Post by Irene on Jun 7, 2008 23:56:54 GMT -5
"I'm frankly a bit unnerved by the entire thing, but I don't think I need to hide from him."
*She gave a slight smile*
"As to our reason for the trip, where was it that the former Erik Destler used to live?"
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