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shinytoybox2019-05-22 10:16 pm
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[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]
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...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.]
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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.
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[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.]
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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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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.
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[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.]
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[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?
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That is a rather strange question.
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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.
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[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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[That last bit is muttered, but...]
I trust you won't trigger any other traps I have set from now on?
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[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.
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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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[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?
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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, 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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..............
[The silence suddenly seemed much louder, much more oppressive. Some part of him still wants to deny it, that he still cares - still wants to, but he knew his actions on the lostbelts was that of a distant observer. Even the loss of his arm only earned some mild dismay. The medicines staved it off, but he was aware, bit by bit - feelings became harder and harder to summon - and sometimes he wondered, what he should have been feeling when something does happen, and he would draw a blank.
No one noticed. Oh they chide him for an inappropriate remark, more of which he had made, but no one had said anything.]
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That urge - the desire rising in him, to keep pushing, to destroy - it hisses in his ears, whispering smooth, practiced notes...
Unconsciously, he clutches the spot over his heart.
No.
No more.
To do any more would be to destroy everything he hoped to accomplish -
(ah, but how beautiful it would be to see that moment when everything changed without any chance of recovery, no way to go back...)
- and he refused to give into that desire.
And so -
Marisbury turned his back on the silent detective, willing the burning in his chest to subside.]
...I believe I've kept you for long enough.
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Yet - he couldn't make sense how long this stretch of silence had gone on. The hollow ache in his chest throbbed with his heartbeat, for a moment aware of something missing.
Then once again, his green eyes dulled as dangerous information was dissected and pulled from his conscious memory, buried in that hollowness, to protect, to ward.]
Yes, I have other matters to attend to.
[His voice was terse, irritated as if he just had an unpleasant argument, before he dematerializes]