Charming. John is quick to size this new curly haired addition to his entorage up. Young, probably public school given the accent. He moves a little like Mycroft, although where the Marshall leans -- unable to stand up right on his own two feet sometimes despite being a very capable ranger in his day -- but John dismisses it out of turn. Instead, he forces a smile, one of amused aggravation, and shrugs. "I'm not what I expected either," he says, keeping his eyes on the other with the umbrella rather than on the building behind him.
God, when was the last time he was in a shatterdome?
Two years. Three? Three years ago, when Harry's alcoholism and rockstar fame got the best of her, when she chased the rabbit during a test of a new, cauterizing weapon to keep the Kaiju Blue from damaging the environment more than necessary.
Vatican Cameo had destroyed millions of pounds of equipment. And worse, ended the lives of twenty three engineers.
An accident, it was reported as. But it hadn't been an accident. John found out that Clara had been cheating on his sister and the Drift--
Well. Let's just say it was the last time John's Drifted. He'd hoped it might be the last time he'd ever Drift again.
He offers Sherlock his hand, though, ever polite. It's not shaking now. "John Watson. Nice to meet you...?"
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Date: 2013-08-03 03:44 pm (UTC)God, when was the last time he was in a shatterdome?
Two years. Three? Three years ago, when Harry's alcoholism and rockstar fame got the best of her, when she chased the rabbit during a test of a new, cauterizing weapon to keep the Kaiju Blue from damaging the environment more than necessary.
Vatican Cameo had destroyed millions of pounds of equipment. And worse, ended the lives of twenty three engineers.
An accident, it was reported as. But it hadn't been an accident. John found out that Clara had been cheating on his sister and the Drift--
Well. Let's just say it was the last time John's Drifted. He'd hoped it might be the last time he'd ever Drift again.
He offers Sherlock his hand, though, ever polite. It's not shaking now. "John Watson. Nice to meet you...?"