The Science Of Deduction

I'm Sherlette Holmes, the world's only consulting detective.

Not a private detective, I don't want to be bothered by petty affair cases.

I observe what others don't and solve crimes.
I work with the Yard at times when they're out of their depth-which is always.
I also take private cases, make sure they're interesting though-I only choose the interesting ones.
I'm not going to go into detail about how I do what I do, because chances are you wouldn't understand.




(OOC-This is an independent RP blog, I am not in anyway affiliated with Sherlock BBC, ACD or Emily Blunt.)

I literally have no motivation any more, my muse is strong but I just have no motivation. 

I know I went away last week, and have been offline most of this week too & next week I’m leaving for Belgium, but when it comes down to it I’m just down over everything. 
My Sherlette muse is screaming at me  to write her but I can’t.  

I’m really sorry. 
But I don’t think I’ll be online for a while, I don’t even know if I will be back here.

I’ve replied to any posts, and I’m really sorry to anyone I’m roleplaying with at the moment.

Bye. 

jimmoriartyhiii:

sh-thescienceofdeduction:

jimmoriartyhiii:

sh-thescienceofdeduction:

Sherlette waved Joan off about an hour after the encounter with that, that…she didn’t even know what to call the man. 
Joan was raving on about finding a mathematician to solve the puzzle and had left to find one because she kept emphasising that there were ‘lives at risk’. Sherlette tried to reason with her by saying that lives had been at risk and lost the last three times two, but apparently this was different because there was a clue. Sherlette couldn’t argue then. 

She slid her phone out of her pocket, before dialling in the number from the table and then erasing all of its traces. She heard the dialling tone and awaited an answer, all the while contemplating the puzzle before her. 
At the same time the page had arrived, her blog had received a mocking comment about her abilities at maths and seeing did they exist, labelled only with the signature ‘M xoxox‘ 


“Ahaha! And I have her in my grasp.” Jim sang out loud suddenly as Queen’s ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ began blaring from his pocket. 
“…or is this just fantassssy?” He sang along to the acapella voices, ignoring Sebastian’s shaking head.
As the piano entered in the song, Jim answered the call, speaking much the same as he had earlier. “Hello?” the question was clear in his voice.

He knew  that it was Sherlette of course, she was the only one who possessed the number of this phone. 

Sherlette awaited the sound of his chirpy, accented voice. 


Of course it had clicked with her.
This was all this massive game that he had been the commanding officer of for many years. Possibly all the organised crimes she had helped solve in these recent years. Although, perhaps she shouldn’t give him that much credit. 
When she heard his voice over the phone, she heard a twinge of excitement in it.

Was this man really so careless?
So…desperate to be caught, to be acclaimed, to be in the spotlight that he would just casually have himself introduced when she knew of the name ‘Moriarty’ from previous cases like with the cab driver and with the administrator of the Hickman gallery. 

“Did you honestly think I wouldn’t have realised?” Sherlette asked, leaving greetings at the door. 

Jim could not help but grin due to the overwhelming sense of glee that had just spread through him and he let out a musical laugh, sounding somewhat manic in the process. 

“Realised what, darling?” Jim cooed, “What two plus two is? Do you need some help with that sum?” He asked mockingly. 

His voice made her skin crawl. 
"Surprisingly I actually know what that is." She said with a bite of sarcasm. "Well if by help, you mean we meet up as who we really are, why not? No sums or petty games involved." 

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changeisdifferent:

Sherlette didn’t answer the boy, she just nodded to herself. She grabbed a glass from a cupboard and opened the fridge, she had to push a jar of eyeballs out  of the way to get to the milk then she poured Ashley a glass and returned to the sitting room.

She knew Joan was the doctor of the household but she often remembered being badgered over how pale she was due to sleep deprivation and now as she sat down beside Ashley she was struck by his colouring.
“You look like you should have been in bed days ago.” She mumbled.

She sometimes found herself saying things that Joan may have had she been there. She sighed inwardly, Joan had gone to visit Harry that morning, she had relapsed. She didn’t say when she would be back and Sherlette currently had no cases and she could feel the boredom creeping up on her. 
She wouldn’t admit it, but she felt a little relief in the distraction that she now had company. 

“Why are you still up? Is anything bothering you?” 

The milk was given to him, he drink a little of the cold liquid. He loved milk, it always made everything better, he ended up draining half the glass and let out a sigh of appreciation for it. Ashley felt his eyes twitch from lack of sleep, his head lulled about. “Studying, there are some…some stars tonight” he had no idea how he was supposed to stay away when he felt like this. Being worked to the point of exhaustion just wasn’t good for him and his father didn’t seem to understand. he need an essay written up about the stars by the time his father got back but didn’t think he could do that. He looked ill, dark sleeping bags and a pale complexion, not leaving his room in days and only seeing a small slither of sunlight as he worked by lamplight in his room. The joys of trying to show his father that he was intelligent. He wanted to sleep so badly.

Sherlette nodded slowly, glimpsing briefly towards the window that revealed a dark sky. 
"Joan knew some things about the stars. I could try and help you, I don’t have a case right now and I am becoming restlessly bored."
She sat back into the far corner of the sofa, almost absently running her right hand under the sleeve that covered her left arm and frowning.

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changeisdifferent:

Sherlette nodded giving Ashley a knowing look. “Queen and country and all that.” She said waving her arm through the air, as though she was trying to erase her words, maybe more. 
Sherlette smiled lightly, “Sit down then wherever you find it most comfortable.” She turned around and headed into the kitchen, “What would you like to drink?” She called out, “There’s water and I think Joan brought the milk, then there’s tea and coffee.”  

Ashley took a seat and sank down in it, “Milk, yes, that would be-“  yawn pushed it’s way up his throat, he tried to stop it but it lingered and grew larger “-nice”. He was hoping tonight he could get some sleepy but there were some certain stars appearing tonight that he had to view and write about. They were going to be very clear and it only happened every hundred years or so. He rubbed his eyes trying to keep them open.

Sherlette didn’t answer the boy, she just nodded to herself. She grabbed a glass from a cupboard and opened the fridge, she had to push a jar of eyeballs out  of the way to get to the milk then she poured Ashley a glass and returned to the sitting room.

She knew Joan was the doctor of the household but she often remembered being badgered over how pale she was due to sleep deprivation and now as she sat down beside Ashley she was struck by his colouring.
"You look like you should have been in bed days ago." She mumbled.

She sometimes found herself saying things that Joan may have had she been there. She sighed inwardly, Joan had gone to visit Harry that morning, she had relapsed. She didn’t say when she would be back and Sherlette currently had no cases and she could feel the boredom creeping up on her. 
She wouldn’t admit it, but she felt a little relief in the distraction that she now had company. 

"Why are you still up? Is anything bothering you?" 

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jimmoriartyhiii:

sh-thescienceofdeduction:

Sherlette waved Joan off about an hour after the encounter with that, that…she didn’t even know what to call the man. 
Joan was raving on about finding a mathematician to solve the puzzle and had left to find one because she kept emphasising that there were ‘lives at risk’. Sherlette tried to reason with her by saying that lives had been at risk and lost the last three times two, but apparently this was different because there was a clue. Sherlette couldn’t argue then. 

She slid her phone out of her pocket, before dialling in the number from the table and then erasing all of its traces. She heard the dialling tone and awaited an answer, all the while contemplating the puzzle before her. 
At the same time the page had arrived, her blog had received a mocking comment about her abilities at maths and seeing did they exist, labelled only with the signature ‘M xoxox‘ 


“Ahaha! And I have her in my grasp.” Jim sang out loud suddenly as Queen’s ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ began blaring from his pocket. 
“…or is this just fantassssy?” He sang along to the acapella voices, ignoring Sebastian’s shaking head.
As the piano entered in the song, Jim answered the call, speaking much the same as he had earlier. “Hello?” the question was clear in his voice.

He knew  that it was Sherlette of course, she was the only one who possessed the number of this phone. 

Sherlette awaited the sound of his chirpy, accented voice. 


Of course it had clicked with her.
This was all this massive game that he had been the commanding officer of for many years. Possibly all the organised crimes she had helped solve in these recent years. Although, perhaps she shouldn’t give him that much credit. 
When she heard his voice over the phone, she heard a twinge of excitement in it.

Was this man really so careless?
So…desperate to be caught, to be acclaimed, to be in the spotlight that he would just casually have himself introduced when she knew of the name ‘Moriarty’ from previous cases like with the cab driver and with the administrator of the Hickman gallery. 

"Did you honestly think I wouldn’t have realised?" Sherlette asked, leaving greetings at the door. 

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fyeahshowtunes:

“Why Can’t the English?” My Fair Lady Rex Harrison

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Sherlette waved Joan off about an hour after the encounter with that, that…she didn’t even know what to call the man. 
Joan was raving on about finding a mathematician to solve the puzzle and had left to find one because she kept emphasising that there were 'lives at risk'. Sherlette tried to reason with her by saying that lives had been at risk and lost the last three times two, but apparently this was different because there was a clue. Sherlette couldn’t argue then. 

She slid her phone out of her pocket, before dialling in the number from the table and then erasing all of its traces. She heard the dialling tone and awaited an answer, all the while contemplating the puzzle before her. 
At the same time the page had arrived, her blog had received a mocking comment about her abilities at maths and seeing did they exist, labelled only with the signature ‘M xoxox