Sherlock woke up ten minutes later feeling rested and secure. Nothing had happened while he was basically dead to the world, so that was good. Nothing was out of place when he got up. Do he stood and stretched sleep from his body. With another quick glance around the room, he left and walked down to the end of the opposite hallway. Past the stairs he had walked up earlier and into the room on the right wall. It looked almost the same. Except bookshelves were in the top right corner, wardrobes on the left corner, and what looked like chairs facing a closed cabinet.
Sherlock sighed and went to leave when something caught his eye from the bed. He walked over and picked it up. It was Supernatural's Revolver and his dagger. Things he wouldn't just leave about. Mostly because Mlp and a few other Fandoms (I.E Sgt.Frog and Pokemon) were such goofballs- they'd get hurt around the weapons. "These are Supernatural's. What are they doing here?" Sherlock questioned to himself before putting both things away on the inside of his coat.
Sherlock inspected the room to come across nothing. Even the wardrobes where bare and the books on the shelves seemed glued together. Sherlock left and strolled across the wide hallway to the other door. Trying the knob he discovered it locked. Sherlock raised an eyebrow and went back down the hall. Going south now until the hallway split once more. Left and right. The right side had another set of stairs leading upward. He turned left and went to the only door. Which was on the apparent outerwall. But the house's dimensions were strange and not actually thought much of at the time.
This door was also locked. Shocker. Sherlock sighed once again and went to the other end of the hall. Finding two doors. One on the left and one on the right. The one on the left was locked and surprisingly, the one on the right had opened. Sadly, it was a mimickry of the last room he had entered. Except the door was placed in a different spot. The voice in Sherlock's head decided the room was currently unimportant. As it will probably forever be. So he turned and left it to ponder its own insignificance.
He stood at the bottom of the stairs and then decided against it. He then went to the north and back down the steps to the first floor. Heading down the unexplored hallway that was next to them. The room was very 'Japanese' when you reached the back of it. The door to the right was locked, and he ventured to the back. Past tattered curtains on a wall that seemed purely for decoration. Upon going through an archway he found weapons and armor. Simple decorative katanas that where glued to the stand. Rather heavy armor that was probably so rusted that they'd fall apart. Things like that.
Sherlock crossed to the upper right corner of the room to find two more suits of heavy armor and a red box. Sherlock kneeled down and opened the box to pull out a small sheet of paper. He read it aloud and mentally noted to keep at least one of the items in mind.
"Fix the piano
Repair the toilet
Leave the aid kit in the drawer on the second floor"
The handwriting wasn't rushed, infact, it was written slowly by the looks of it. Purposefully legible to all who laid eyes on it. So the writer couldn't be traced- not even by Sherlock. Who returned the note to the box and shut the lid. He straightened himself, dusted off his jacket as Supernatural's gun fell out with a clatter. The safety having been suspiciously off this whole time. So as it hit the ground it fired a single billet into the wall. Sherlock jumped back, curses pouring over his tongue at the shock. He then picked up the device and activated the safety. He stashed it back in his coat once it was all over and his heart stopped doing Olympic level races. He sighed at the small bullet hole that was behind a curtain that was pulled back. Carefully- Sherlock moved it to cover the tiny new hole.
When all was said and done- Sherlock left and went back up the stairs. He had a nagging suspicion to inspect the curtain in the first room- so he did. He strolled across the room and over the disgusting carpet tot he ratted curtain. Sherlock knocked on the wall by the curtain. Sherlock backed away and Supernatural was revealed. His wings folded against his back as the space was crowded. "Supernatural. There you are- where the hell have you been? And where is Mlp and Homestuck?" Sherlock said, his British accent was clear as always.
Supernatural's teeth where chattering slightly and he was shaking. "Supernatural... where are the others" Sherlock said, crossing his arms. Supernatural didn't respond, his teeth kept chattering. Sherlock was silent as he waited for Supernatural's temporary 'stupidity' to pass. A few moments had gone by before Sherlock deducted that this would not end without some of his help. He sighed loudly. "You look shaken. How about I go get you something to drink?" Sherlock asked, and Supernatural nodded. Sherlock left the room, shutting the door behind him.
Sherlock went directly to the kitchen. He went to the sink to test if the tap worked. It didn't. Sherlock grumbled and went to the only other place he knew a sink was at. The bathroom. But first he went to the shelves and found a cup that was suitably clean enough for use. He went to the bathroom and directly to the sink. Putting the cup under the tap, he turned the knob. Hoping it'd work. Water flowed into the glass and Sherlock turned the tap off when it was 3 quarters full. It looked alittle strange, with particles floating about, even was tinted green. And was warm- like a waterbottle sitting out in the summer sun for a couple of hours. In all honesty- the summer waterbottle was probably more favourable than this mimicking substance.
Sherlock returned to the room, glass in hand, and was face to face with Supernatural once more. Sherlock held the glass out to Supernatural. "I brought you some water. It'll help you calm down- it's not filtered. But it'll have to do" He said in his usual cold tone. Supernatural took the glass and raised an eyebrow at the liquid. Seeming to gather his courage- he downed it all in one turn like a shot glass. He swallowed the last bit and had a disgusted face when his eyes met Sherlock's.
"Is that... really water?" Supernatural questioned, his American accent was a major difference from Sherlock's accent. But he was now looking into the empty glass in his hand. "Judging by it's colour.... maybe?" Sherlock said, not so sure himself if it really was water. Supernatural shook his head and set the cup in the corner. Out of the way. "I see then. Sorry for falling apart like that- I feel.... better thanks to you" He said, sending a pointed look at the cup with a small drop or two remaining of the water inside. But who wants to blame the cup? ((put your hand down, dude. It was rhetorical)) "That's good. Where are the others?" Sherlock asked. "Not sure. We... ran for our lives. They ran off in... different directions- and I didn't see where they where headed..... Sorry- just... Just let me pull myself together" Supernatural said. Sherlock nodded in understanding.
"Okay. I'll go look for the others- you try and rest up alittle" Sherlock said. "Alright. And by the way- I found this when I was running... maybe it can be of better use to you than it will to me" Supernatural added, handing a metal piece to Sherlock before turning and going back behind the curtain. Black wings fading into the darkness as the curtain slid back into it's position.
"A key?" Sherlock muttered to himself, as he turned and left the room.
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