shinytoybox | Sherlock and Moriarty nonsense

[But before he can, a voice suddenly comes from behind him.]

Such a surprise - You belong to that mysterious Master that appeared a few days ago, don't you?

[Footsteps come closer, as that british voice sneers.]

I didn't think you'd be foolish enough to investigate an obvious trap, Servant.

[He turns around - the tone and cadence is impossibly familiar, but the actual voice - timbre, octane, didn't line up. Ruler pondered why the differences as he stares down the echo]

Even an obvious trap is a tool to conceal other things.

[The trap's removal was easy - even trivial to him now that he saw how it worked. However, he has plenty of mana - he'll feign the struggle until the trap-setter comes closer, so he can truly discern what is going on]

[Truthfully, the voice sounded like it came from a man Holmes' age - and as he finally steps into the light, he sees -

...Olga Marie?

No, it can't be - it's a man, for one, but the shape of the face and Olga's odd features (white hair, orange-red eyes, pale skin) are written large on his face. Even if Sherlock never met the girl, her picture had undoubtedly been in Chaldea's database as Chaldea's past director before the Founder.

Or perhaps he had seen this face before, when he looked for the records of Marisbury Animusphere...?]

...Come now, you can easily remove that, can't you? After all -

[The man's face remains neutral, but that tone, that cadence....it's so very, very familiar.]

You are Sherlock Holmes, are you not?

[With that, he easily snaps the trap off. Even if the face belongs to most certainly Marisbury Animusphere, there something else there.

Slowly, Ruler rose to his feet, cane in hand - but in a relaxed, easy manner. He's a little thinner, and much paler than Saber - green eyes glinting in the low light.]

And you would be "Marisbury Animsuphere".

[And likely Caster Solomon is not far away. The man's cadence, the way his name was said - it had to be Moriarty. There's only one person who would say his name in that way]

That I am. Marisbury Animusphere, in the flesh.

[He lifts his arms out, a smile on his face - a smile also familiar and sharp, as those eyes glitter at Holmes.]

I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised that you know my name, hm? ...Still. What are you doing out during the night, so far away from your Master?

[This feeling -

One could almost sense the roar of the falls, as they stood on this street.

But this wasn't Moriarty....was he?]

[The face is different, the voice isn't quite right but the gestures, the smile, the way he talks - Ruler's eyes seem to pierce through, to try to discern his name.

The roar of those falls seem to echo in his ears, and if he dared close his eyes for a moment, he could see them on those slick, rocky ledges, a single misstep from doom.

Only Moriarty could give him that sensation of the fates looming over him, scissors forever straining to cut the thread, but this doesn't feel quite right... was he like Mash, a Demi-Servant? Though one who either merged more fully with his Nemesis or taken over by said person]

What it would appear to be - getting a feel for the city. Your name was spoken of in Chaldea, but the man himself... until now is an engima.

...It's good to learn from you that Chaldeas does eventually come to fruition. I don't suppose you'd tell me the date it comes into being, would you?

[...Even with all the oddity surrounding him, when he says that...he looks genuinely pleased, that smile even becoming warmer.]

But, I assume from the way you talk about me - that I do not live to see it fully blossom.

You would be right on both counts.

[He doesn't bother answering the year, noticing how genuinely pleased he is, which made his thoughts race and patch things that he knew together. A few things made more sense now - including a Servant's ability to play around with the programming willy-nilly]

[To be honest, it's less playing around most of the time and more 'system maintenance' on most days. He did pretty much write the damn system himself, after all.]

...Hmm. Is that all you have to say? How odd - I would have thought you would have been chattier than this.

[Marisbury gives Holmes a quiet, challenging stare - No, it was a look that was trying to figure something out...?]

Well, I know I don't have much time left to me, after all. About....oh, perhaps ten more years? Yet, I have living proof in front of me that the Rayshift theorem is sound.

[He grins brightly, taking another step forward.]

[Oh dear god. They've been using his work all this time.

He doesn't move when Marisbury steps closer, there's something almost cool about his entire demeanor. He barely gestured, and his face was placid beyond the initial surprise]

And you must be thrilled to have a long-held theory confirmed.

....

[At that, there's a momentary look of confusion - before his eyes suddenly widen, that orange-red shining brightly.]

I see... So, you're...

[He looks solemn, for a moment - before shaking his head.]

...It is thrilling, yes. But what is more important is that Humanity will be safe.

[He stresses that, staring the Servant directly in the eyes - and for a moment, it's like his own flash that brilliant blue.]

[For a moment, there seem to be no effect - but then his eyes widened suddenly as tears sprang from the corner of his eyes, for a moment realization of a purpose:

Humanity will be safe.

There's the slightest of tremble in his right hand, clutching the cane. Then like that, it was gone, as if he didn't hear the deeper meaning, as a chill seems to settle over his senses.]

Now then - My Master has no intentions of interfering with this war, but simply to finish another mission.

[Though knowing her, they'll end up meddling anyways]

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[He sees that tremble - and those tears - but doesn't comment on it.

After all, just seeing it is enough.

And after that moment, he seems to relax - shrugging his shoulders casually.]

Yes, yes - a neutral party in this war, is it? A shame, then, that you're currently staying at the home of Saber's Master if that were true. One could construe it as taking sides, after all.

I had advised her against it.

[It wasn't just because of that, but - the younger him there, thinking about him sent uncharacteristic tense knots in his stomach over it, that he shouldn't be around the naive but still sharp-eyed Servant.]

I assume you would have.

[Oh, he can guess the reasons - just as much as he stood there and figured out the reason for the iciness.

...Yes, Chaldeas will have to be completed as soon as possible.]

Is she the only Master at Chaldea?

[The Detective just gives him a look]

That is a rather strange question.

[He gives a loud sigh, crossing his arms.]

She showed up with two servants, when the system could hypothetically support multiple Masters with multiple Servants. On top of that, she's clearly not a magus.

Therefore, she's either someone they see as expendable - and if you're here, that's clearly not the case - or she is the only one that they have currently.

Nothing escapes your notice.

[That is the annoying thing about this man, is that he is quite good at sussing out details.]

But you are correct.

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Of course not! Ugh - You're as annoying as ever...

[That last bit is muttered, but...]

I trust you won't trigger any other traps I have set from now on?

Of course not. My curiosity is satisfied as to who is the one who laid this particular trap down, and I am mainly getting myself familiarized at this point.

....You're rather cold, aren't you?

[There's that harsh glare again - his eyes raking over Holmes as if he's confirming something yet again.]

Surprising that no one else has mentioned that you're much like the 'cold thinking machine' many assume you are.

[He blinks slowly - there's a moment of tension in the air, and for a microsecond... confusion and a bit of pain crosses his face, but then again, it was gone in a flash]

I am but a brain, the rest of me is an appendix. That is the only part necessary to resolve high-level incidents.

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And do you truly believe that's the truth, Holmes?

[His face is impassive, but...]

Is that truly what you are to all who know your name? Or are you more than just your mind?

[There is a crack in the still, and impassive figure, another subtle tremble]

That is all that is needed for high-level incidents.

[He repeats, as if clinging to the words]

That is all I can bring - and all they would need of me. I cannot provide succor or companionship. There is no need to ask for more than my logic.

[There's a sense of fragility to his voice, like cracks spreading across glass in a web-like fashion]

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[For a moment, Moriarty pauses - clearly thinking, weighing his options.

For a moment, the idea of continuing to push - of potentially pushing hard on those cracks, until he finally shatters - springs to his mind, and...

he wants to.

That urge is too compelling to ignore.]

You don't think your companions care for you, and vice versa, Holmes?

Have you truly become that cold person - someone who only seeks truth and knowledge, regardless of who it hurts?

[He feels solomon shift beside him, as if asking what's happening, but his gaze remains locked on the man in front of him - that ice blue gaze, never once letting Holmes out of his sight.]

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