Sherlock stalked over to the scrying crystal. He wasn't looking forward to this.
He attuned himself to it, then sent out a summons through it for Zeus.
Of course his brother kept him waiting for a while. Sherlock was anxious to get back to see how his prisoner was doing. He was feeling a bit lusty and wanted to see if the possible half god could take him. If not, oh well. He would get another plaything later.
Finally, Zeus showed up.
"Mycroft."
"Brother mine. What do you want?" Of course he sounded annoyed, He always sounded annoyed.
"I need to know about a mortal. I think he may be the child of a god." Usually Sherlock didn't like to play all his cards at once, reveal his hand, but in this case, curiosity trumped mind games with his brother.
"A mortal? What do you care about a-" There was a pause. "Oh, found a new... goldfish have we?"
"No." Sherlock replied pertulantly.
Oh, he could hear Mycroft's smile in his answer.
"Another like that... Adler woman? She was nice, but she didn't last very long. Didn't have fortitude to handle a god."
"Mycroft..."
He sighed. "Fine. Who is it?"
"John Watson, of London, England. In the Overworld."
"I'm sure there are a lot of John Watsons in London, Sherlock. You have to do better."
"He was a solider. I saw how he held himself, his hair and stance were military. And he was injured. He used a cane but the injury was not to the leg. I am guessing left shoulder. Short, stocky, about 1.7 meters at the most. Sandy brown hair, very dark blue eyes. I met him on Gower Street, so he most likely lived close by. That should be enough to go on."
Mycroft was quiet for a moment.
"And, what do I get in return?"
"A favor to call in later. Look, are you going to do it or not?"
Mycroft sighed again. "Fine. I had nothing better to do today. Summon me this time tomorrow. I should have your answer for you. "
"Thank you."
"And try not to kill him. Yet. If he is the son of a god, then we are going to have some.. questions for him."
Mycroft rang off before Sherlock could answer.
Well, that meeting had killed his lust. But maybe seeing his new little plaything all naked, chained up, and helpless would help.
He looked down at the clothes that he hadn't bothered changing out of since he went to the Overworld, and the tenting in the front of those trousers he had created.
Apparently, it already was.
Eagerly he headed back towards his antechamber to see if John was awake.
Not that his state of consciousness would stop what was going to happen, anyway.
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Date: 2018-02-02 04:10 am (UTC)He attuned himself to it, then sent out a summons through it for Zeus.
Of course his brother kept him waiting for a while. Sherlock was anxious to get back to see how his prisoner was doing. He was feeling a bit lusty and wanted to see if the possible half god could take him. If not, oh well. He would get another plaything later.
Finally, Zeus showed up.
"Mycroft."
"Brother mine. What do you want?" Of course he sounded annoyed, He always sounded annoyed.
"I need to know about a mortal. I think he may be the child of a god." Usually Sherlock didn't like to play all his cards at once, reveal his hand, but in this case, curiosity trumped mind games with his brother.
"A mortal? What do you care about a-" There was a pause. "Oh, found a new... goldfish have we?"
"No." Sherlock replied pertulantly.
Oh, he could hear Mycroft's smile in his answer.
"Another like that... Adler woman? She was nice, but she didn't last very long. Didn't have fortitude to handle a god."
"Mycroft..."
He sighed. "Fine. Who is it?"
"John Watson, of London, England. In the Overworld."
"I'm sure there are a lot of John Watsons in London, Sherlock. You have to do better."
"He was a solider. I saw how he held himself, his hair and stance were military. And he was injured. He used a cane but the injury was not to the leg. I am guessing left shoulder. Short, stocky, about 1.7 meters at the most. Sandy brown hair, very dark blue eyes. I met him on Gower Street, so he most likely lived close by. That should be enough to go on."
Mycroft was quiet for a moment.
"And, what do I get in return?"
"A favor to call in later. Look, are you going to do it or not?"
Mycroft sighed again. "Fine. I had nothing better to do today. Summon me this time tomorrow. I should have your answer for you. "
"Thank you."
"And try not to kill him. Yet. If he is the son of a god, then we are going to have some.. questions for him."
Mycroft rang off before Sherlock could answer.
Well, that meeting had killed his lust. But maybe seeing his new little plaything all naked, chained up, and helpless would help.
He looked down at the clothes that he hadn't bothered changing out of since he went to the Overworld, and the tenting in the front of those trousers he had created.
Apparently, it already was.
Eagerly he headed back towards his antechamber to see if John was awake.
Not that his state of consciousness would stop what was going to happen, anyway.