shinytoybox | Sherlock and Moriarty nonsense

[He glances around, feeling information filtering in, identifying things... that he must not have known about originally, he supposes. It's clean, bare - like someone that just moved in.]

Have to say this place doesn't have much personality - no offense of course.

So that's the last thing you remembered, waking up here?

[There's a pause, as the nameless young man shoots his servant a very annoyed glance, trying to shift his hair of out his eyes again.]

...I suppose I should say 'non taken', but isn't it more natural to think that someone else set this place up for me?

[A minor huff, before he nods.]

Yes - in the bedroom, on the bed. There's clothing in the closet, and food in the refrigerator - Also a laptop on the desk in the bedroom, though I haven't gone through it yet.

I had figured as much, but in case if you did like this minimalistic style.

[He shrugs]

I don't suppose they left a password for the laptop somewhere, it might give an idea of who would go this far to put you up.

...I don't know much about myself, but I think I enjoy a more...simple, yet elegant style.

[Read: victorian]

I haven't seen a password, no. But I suppose we can power it on and take a look?

[Time to head into the bedroom, where it takes very little time to power up the laptop - which somehow isn't password protected?]

...Sloppy.

[...?

Still, it's also just as...near lifeless as the rest of the house. The Browser opens to reveal an online wallet that's been bookmarked, with -]

Good lord.

[More money than he could conceivably use in a lifetime. It also seems to not have a name, but is (as the site cheerfully explains) set to a debit card in his physical wallet and a scannable 'pay' option wherever stores allow that kind of thing.

Digging around on the laptop itself finds nothing - the account he's on is simply called 'user'.

It's...frankly, unnerving. It's as if someone...Created him, then made sure he'd have everything he needed to survive before utterly abandoning him in the wild.]

....Mmm.

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Perhaps they didn't want you to accidentally lock yourself out.

[He leans over to see what he would find, eyes shooting open]

I never thought I'd see that many zeros in a bank account. How strange, they want to make sure you won't suffer from want but made no effort to provide some kind of cover or even a placeholder name.

I'm hardly that careless.

[He's grumbling as he's setting up a password that looks like a complicated equation output, honestly.]

Yes...almost as if I shouldn't be allowed to remember who I am. Or what I am - I'm....not sure I'm a true 'human.' There are such things as homunculi in this world, after all.

[And then, he pauses.]

...Yet again. Once more, I simply know things, despite being an amnesiac.

[He sits nearby, taking off the well-worn frock coat]

Retrograde amnesia that takes away your identity but not your skills is unlikely, perhaps someone just removed the personal information? Or only gave you what's needed to function in life.

Aye... this entire situation reeks, and what about that chimera?

'Aye?'

[As he powers down the laptop after another quick and fruitless search, he can't help but poke fun at that.]

The Chimera....it seemed as if it came out of nowhere. In fact, it's not the only strange thing I've seen...yet, most people seem entirely unaware of the monsters that are in these parts. Is it that they can't see them, or....are they only here for me?

It seems... ah, 'his' influence is coming in some unexpected places.

[His cheeks turned slightly pink]

Either possibility is likely... I didn't see any signs of others having been attacked in that area, I wonder - if it's... hm, no I can't say there's enough to evidence to come to a conclusion yet.

His influence?

[Well, now he just wants to know more - even as he stands and starts looking through some drawers for...something.]

Yes...It looks like we'll have to learn more about what's going on as the days go by.

Would you - mind helping me search for a pair of scissors? This hair I have just feels too long.

Of course, there might be some in the bathroom.

[He starts to stand]

Well... I have no name, Servants can't be called without one, yet I felt the pull... and I think I would've had disappeared the instant I manifested, except a Phantasmal found me, and offered to provide a name to 'borrow' until I figure out who I am.

[Saber explains as he heads into the bathroom, poking around]

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A Phantasmal spirit? That's...

[He pauses, because...for some reason, it also feels familiar. Why does he know about that?

Just another thing to wonder about, as his search for hair cutting implments comes up short in his room.]

Still. How ironic - we both have no name, and yet we both 'exist' in this world. Though - then what's the name of the Phantasm you're using?

Donald McBane, one of the fathers of the Scottish school of fencing - Ah, found some scissors!

[He pokes his head out]

I suspect you summoning me was not just mere change.

Donald McBane....I'll have to look him up.

[Doesn't really ring a bell, but he does smile when he hears the good news. finally.]

Oh? You think we're connected, then?

Well... without a prepared catalyst, Masters tend to summon the Servant most compatible with them.

[He taps his chin with the handle of the scissors]

The fact neither of us are without a name to call our own... it does not feel like mere concidence.

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