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Started November 05, 2021 by Deleted user

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"They aren't mine!" Dorian insisted, looking around wildly. His heartrate was going up, he was surprised he still had a heart to beat but oh well.

"They're mine." a gruff voice came from the balcony. The Phantom, in the flesh. The very man Moriarty was trying to defeat. "Now, what has that old chap Moriarty been getting up to lately? Trying to stop me with a league of crackpots, well that's cute." he was tall, wearing a thick coat, and a metal mask covering his whole face.

(Here’s my last response btw)

(sorry!)

Sherlock stiffened at the guns, eyes narrowing when he spotted The Phantom. He didn't quite speak, but he did shift into a more defensive stance. He had faced off against people with guns before, this was no different. He knew better than to get over excited or to panic; there was a good chance that the guns were just here to scare them all, and not to shoot. But there was the possibility of someone getting shot. He wasn't quite sure which way this would go.

Tom, for his part, straightened, hand flicking down to the pistol that he usually kept on him. After a moment, though, his hand shifted away again. There were too many gunmen for him to have a chance, and likely any shot from him would just result in all of them dying.

(Nah fam you're good)

Dorian seemed all too calm, but then again, when you were immortal there was no fear of death. He raised his hands above his head, it was all a show and he was a key player after all. "Well, Mr. Phantom. Was there something you wanted from us?" he asked, tilting his head towards the group. That was Dorian's usual signal, Mina would know it well. The time to fight was soon.

“Oh, thank god,” Mina drawled, “I don’t feel like getting shot by an old friend today.”
She turned her attention to the masked man, pursing her lips. “On the other hand, I’m not sure if I want to get shot by this old sot either.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice told her it would have been better had she not insulted the man, but she was tired. Being tired made her care less about the things she said.
But even if she was tired, it seemed conflict was inevitable. She caught Dorian’s glance, and she met it with hard, almost unwilling eyes. She had eaten two days ago, so she still had enough physical energy to fight, but she would rather not. With a sigh, she glanced around at the others. The Mr. Sawyer fellow seemed to be the only one who was armed. She could see the floating notebook in the same corner. Efraim, Quartermain, and Sherlock looked the weakest, but out of the corner of her eye she could see Quartermain fingering something at his hip. He was armed as well. If there did happen to be a shootout, Sanger, Sherlock, and Efraim would be the most vulnerable. Though, Sanger could most likely take care of himself, even if he wasn’t armed.
Mina straightened and slowly stretched her limbs, taking deep breaths in preparation.

Efraim stayed very still, glad that they could not be seen for once. They held the notebook close, looking around and counting the ten gunmen that were there before their gaze drifted to the Phantom.

“Oh, thank god,” Mina drawled, “I don’t feel like getting shot by an old friend today.”
She turned her attention to the masked man, pursing her lips. “On the other hand, I’m not sure if I want to get shot by this old sot either.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind, a voice told her it would have been better had she not insulted the man, but she was tired. Being tired made her care less about the things she said.
But even if she was tired, it seemed conflict was inevitable. She caught Dorian’s glance, and she met it with hard, almost unwilling eyes. She had eaten two days ago, so she still had enough physical energy to fight, but she would rather not. With a sigh, she glanced around at the others. The Mr. Sawyer fellow seemed to be the only one who was armed. She could see the floating notebook in the same corner. Efraim, Quartermain, and Sherlock looked the weakest, but out of the corner of her eye she could see Quartermain fingering something at his hip. He was armed as well. If there did happen to be a shootout, Sanger, Sherlock, and Efraim would be the most vulnerable. Though, Sanger could most likely take care of himself, even if he wasn’t armed.
Mina straightened and slowly stretched her limbs, taking deep breaths in preparation.

Efraim stayed very still, glad that they could not be seen for once. They held the notebook close, looking around and counting the ten gunmen that were there before their gaze drifted to the Phantom.

The Phantom didn't answer Dorian, for a moment. "I want the vampire." he said, pointing to Mina. "If she'll come quietly, it will be all the better for you." he said. "Mina, now!" Dorian shouted, as he drew the sword at his hip. "Everyone, out. Hell hath no fury like a she-vampire scorned." he shouted to the rest, and Sanger was quick to run.

Sherlock's brows arched at the word "vampire", but did not question it, backing quickly towards the door. He did, however, keep a close eye on the conflict. The abilities revealed in this fight could be important, and he did not trust any of htem to give him a true accounting of it afterwards.

Tom, for his part, drew out his pistol and covered the escape of those unarmed, gently pushing people towards the door. His eyes were narrowed, and he was certainly disconcerted by the word "vampire", but he stood his ground. It was, after all, what he had been trained to do.

Quartermain joined Tom in covering for the others. Like everyone else, he was also confused by the Phantom calling Mina a vampire, but there wasn’t a lot of time to really think about it at the moment. Efraim, meanwhile, was quick to escape unnoticed. Ever since their drawing of Dorian went wrong, they have started hating everything about this. Somehow though, they found their voice, and they began praying fervently, out loud in Hebrew.

Mina was offended. “How about you just leave me ALONE?” She growled, lunging at the Phantom to get in a quick swipe across the chest with her claws. She then ran, picking up her skirts with one hand and thrusting aside any gunmen that got in her way. Stepping out onto the balcony, she quickly moved to climb up onto the roof of the house.

The Phantom quickly and easily evaded Mina, running out as shots began to fire. Several hit Dorian, but he didn't seem very concerned about that as he began to chase the masked villain. Several gunmen followed Mina, several followed Dorian, and together, they allowed the rest of the group to hide, escape, fight, whichever suited their fancy.

Sherlock kept an eye on the fight, eyes flicking back and forth as his mind already began to pick apart everything that was happening. He wanted to follow, but also didn't want to end up shot for following. So he hesitated, then stepped back so he could watch as Mina leapt up onto the roof.

Tom glanced over when he heard Efraim, staring for a long moment at the floating book. Then he shook his head quickly, turning his attention to everyone else.

(Lol this is fun)
The setting sun burned into what exposed skin Mina had, but she shrugged it off and kept climbing. Once she reached the roof just as she felt a bullet hit her leg. “My dress!” She whined. Her burning skin was hard to ignore now, so she pulled out her parasol to shield herself from the sun. She was at a disadvantage here, even if she was immortal. They had guns. She did not. If only the sun would set a little faster… she could transform and fight as a wolf. It would be much more practical to be a wolf right now. While the gunmen were still climbing, she quickly dug into her leg to pick out the bullet and throw it across the roof, letting out a disappointed sigh at the hole it made in her dress.

Efraim was on their knees, eyes fixed on the chaos before them as they prayed rapidly. They had no idea what to do, so they prayed. ”Sh'ma Yisra'el, Adonai 'eloheinu, Adonai 'eḥad…” Even when Tom looked in their direction, they did not lose their voice.

Dorian climbed back down after the Phantom escaped, taking out as many of the men with guns as he could before looking for Mina. By this point, his chest was ragged with the bullets, he should have been dead but nobody mourns the wicked and Dorian was determined to stay alive because of that, if he could even die. "Where is Mina?" he shouted angrily.