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For Tayface, of course. I apologize if this is rambly and doesn’t make a bit of sense!
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It had been a long month for the former assassin but Sherlock was having the time of her life. What more could she ask for but a chase that took her across countless kilometers of land? She remembered having finally realized Dahmer had disappeared from Jasper Valley. She knew that he hadn’t been on his own mission while she had been gone, so once she had finally pulled herself out of her sulking mood she went to question a few of the other assassins. Finding that no one had seen him since shortly after Sherlock had left for her mission, she knew something was amiss; however, there was no sign of a struggle, so Sherlock came to the conclusion that her large friend had seemed it necessary to leave Jasper Valley. Knowing that Dahmer had been acting strangely lately, Sherlock realized that his leaving the pack wasn’t all that farfetched. It took Sherlock less than a full day to make the decision to follow after him, even if he had over a two week head start; she was merely viewing this chase as a game, and it was a game she was willing to play.
Although the trail was cold by the time Sherlock set off, it wasn’t all that difficult to follow, especially after finding the first clue that Dahmer had so kindly left behind. It had been a small silver ring that had been repeatedly stepped on, so it was almost a miracle that Sherlock had found it (or maybe it was because of who she was that she had found it). After prying it out of the mud, Sherlock immediately knew that it had been purposely dropped by Dahmer. It was the ring that Dahmer had removed from the body of the mark that had brought the two assassins together. The ebony female had smirked as she tucked the ring into a safe pocket of her pack while she spoke softly to herself Sentiment, really, Dahmer?
From that point on, she began to collect the dropped possessions as she came across them. They were mostly small tokens from their missions, rings, necklaces, and the occasional book. The jewellery didn’t weigh much, but the books did; she was thankful that he hadn’t thought to drop more books along the way because her pack was beginning to get heavier with each passing day and it was already heavy with the weight of her violin.
Eventually the chase took her to a lush forest, thick trees scattered everywhere. She paused shortly after entering the forest, to take a look at her surroundings and hopefully catch the direction Dahmer’s scent went. It was much more dominant in this area (more so than even the day before) and Sherlock could feel that the game was coming to an end; she was close to finally locating her companion. Eyes narrowed as she looked around, she huffed in agitation having realized that the damp ground wasn’t going to help her find a direct trail to her friend just quite yet. Well, there was nothing else to do except walk deeper into the eerily quiet forest.
After twenty minutes of careful walking, visibility was decreasing as the dense population of the trees began to cut off the constant stream of sunlight that Sherlock knew was up in the sky. She could continue on, and knew that she probably should since she knew she was ever so close close, but it wouldn’t do her any good stumbling around in circles like Dahmer on their first meeting. Glancing around, she spotted a convenient tree trunk and was struck with an idea. Of course, she muttered to herself as she made her way to the tree trunk and lowered herself down to it, It’s so obvious, I don’t know why it took me so long to figure it out!
Placing the pack that was on her shoulders carefully on the ground by her feet, Sherlock removed the light violin case and placed it on her thighs. She ran her fingers over the wooden case before snapping it open and pulling the violin and bow out. Depositing the violin case next to the pack, she then placed the violin tenderly under her chin, took a deep steadying breath and brought the bow up to the strings. Letting the bow sit there for a moment before moving it, Sherlock closed her pale eyes and drew out a haunting melody.
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