shinytoybox | Sherlock and Moriarty nonsense

[There's nothing to imply a Servant, no - even as he casually steps closer, holding out his hands to show he's carrying nothing.]

Hm, is that so? You're not an Archer, so I'm surprised to see you this high up and away from your Master. ...Unless you have a few tricks up your sleeve?

[As he comes into view, he's a gray haired man - though it's hard to tell if that's due to age or merely his hair graying early. Yet, a look at his eyes might supply the answer - a deep red, and his skin is rather pale, even in the setting sun...]

As for myself, I'm merely enjoying the view. Nothing against that, is there?

I suppose my weapon of choice gave that away. But it'd be bad business if I'm revealing my secrets to an enemy of my Master.

[Or he seen the woman with the bow, he hitches a shoulder as he hooks the weapon's sheath back to his belt. Albino? He considers the man's features, despite the open-palm, and genital nature, something about him makes him cautious, but slowly - Saber lowers his guard]

Honestly, I'm a bit curious why this particular rooftop, Sir.

Just because I'm a Magus, that makes me an enemy? How cruel! ...And a very intelligent observation.

[He continues walking, before quietly taking a seat on a nearby vent, placing his chin on his hand as he watches the sun go down.]

As for why this rooftop...I couldn't really tell you myself! I assume some would call it 'fate', but I'm sure you don't believe in such silly things.

[He looks over - and for a second, it's almost as if those red eyes shine blue.

A trick of the light?]

Ah - And I've never been knighted, so refrain from calling me that.

[The flash of blue - or what he thinks is blue startles him for a moment, giving him the impression of danger. As if he focuses hard, the answer that was staring at him in the face will finally reveal itself.

And his skin crawled at the prospect of peeking into something that he senses has not happened to him yet, so for the moment, he sets it aside]

Well unless you are here for a truce, I do have to treat you with caution - it's just how it is... as for Fate, well it's as ridiculous as magic and spirits, and yet here I am.

[He places one hand on his hip, raising the other up in a careless, dismissive gesture]

Then what should I call you then?

Yes, a truce is definitely not what I came up here for - you're correct about that.

[Maris is definitely watching him, however - yet, it's hard to tell in what way. There's...an odd glimmer of amusement, as if he's watching someone he's fond of in his own way.]

As for what you can call me....hm. Giving my name would be revealing too much, so..

[He mulls it over, before giving...a smile that might tug at that same thread, once more.

Like the feeling of slowly being tangled in the silk of a web...]

...'Spider' will do.

'Spider'... fancy yourself a mastermind of sorts?

[He cocked his brow, a familiar gesture on an older and a paler face. Saber briefly wondered what is keeping Shirou so long at this job of his... and then hoping the delay continues as so this Magus doesn't figure out he was looking out for a particular person]

Then I suppose we don't really got much to talk about besides the weather or the view we're seeing then... unless you got something else on your mind.

[With that, he casually takes a seat on the roof, legs crossed - gray eyes glancing over, there was that feeling again - of a trap being laid out]

Of sorts, perhaps.

[He grins again, though it's now turned enigmatic.]

Well, I do have something I'd like to ask you...though it's a little indelicate.

...Do you believe you'll win this war?

[It's too early to make a conclusive hypothesis, he hates guessing - but this is not a question one answers with hypothetical or an honest assessment of 'too soon to tell but I will try'. He senses this is a test of will]

Yes. I will do everything in my power to achieve a good end to this.

...Even though you're greatly outmatched with a Master who isn't a proper Magus, and that the other Servants around you are far stronger than you are?

[Those eyes....are boring into him, like spotlights.]

[Those... are dangerous eyes - eyes that know too much]

Power isn't everything - it's how you apply what you have. Many a man, and many an army found themselves routed by smaller, weaker forces because they behaved arrogantly.

[And to outright admit uncertainty in a war like this - it's like cutting your hand and placing it in a shark's tank - an invitation to be devoured]

[There's a deep silence -

And then suddenly, he laughs, that gaze quickly turning from ice to warmth in an instant as he reaches over and smacks the young man on the back with his hand.]

Good! That's a good outlook to have, Saber! As long as you remember that even the strongest can be toppled by the tiniest means, your Master has a chance of actually surviving this war!

[The young servant starts by the smack on his back]

Well I -

[Suddenly he stops as something catches his attention from the corner of his eye, and he was instantly up on his feet - rapier out and the weapon turning a brilliant blue. Despite them being in opposition, Sherlock actually moves close to 'Spider' in a defensive position]

[At Saber's movement, he himself suddenly stiffens - but yet, he also seems remarkably relaxed, looking seemingly open...yet, that same sense of the trap surrounds him as he looks around.]

...Hm.

[And trap indeed - in every normal sense, it looked like nothing changed, but the atmosphere for those sensitive to the kind of thing felt oppressive.

Then a sparrow flew in - the bird was instantly sliced in half, a dribble of blood suspended in mid air before it's absorbed and vanished, leaving only the bisected bird as evidence of something being there]

...wires - webbing? It seems like you're not the only spinner here, 'Spider'.

There are plenty of spiders out there that hunt others of their kind, after all.

[With a careful eye, he looks back at Saber with a smirk.]

....Though if I'm correct, you're more likely the one
who's being targeted.

[While invisible to even his eyes, the razor-sharp threading were still objects with substance, and... ah. Shadows - If their attacker waited a few more minutes for the sun to completely set, this obvious flaw would not be present. He raises his blade, and swings - though his weapon is a thrusting one, he's using the force of his swings to pull the strands off their moorings giving the pair more space to work in]

Do you have a light on you - Ah...? It would be more to their advantage to attack the master...

[Then his eyes widened slightly as he realized what the man was implying, a slight color to his cheeks]

Oh.

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[The man is calm at his side, not even moving to attack - either a fool, or...

...Perhaps he just knows that he's safe? Or maybe, he has a servant in the wings.]

Perhaps, but I'm not your Master after all.

[He narrows his eyes, about to say something sharp - before realizing... 'Spider' is far too calm about this. This wasn't a man who just know he's not a target, he's a man absolutely certain he was in no danger at all.

Was - no, he was likely not the Master of their current stalker. With a swift jerk, he smirks - feeling resistance - then a pull. Well, this has to be the oddest thing anyone has to 'fish' up]

Well, our - ngh - guest might think otherwise!

[With that, Saber gives a brief glance at the play of shadow of the webs before leaping up, countering the force - and there is a patch of shadow on the roof next to them that seem to jerk]

...Aha, and there it is.

[He suddenly points directly at the shadow - and for a moment, it almost looks like a man pointing a gun at something, his aim completely sure and clear -

- 'אֵשׁ' says an unfamiliar voice, from somewhere nearby -

- Before the shadow suddenly erupts in a magical flame so strong that it seems it will never burn out.]

Saints Alive!

[He stares dumbstruck as the shadowy form screeched, as thousands of little threads of flickering red and orange suddenly appeared before turning into blackened ash. In the flames there's blackened outlines of spidery legs - and the smell of burnt hair and carapace.

That is Spider's servant, that much he was sure - and the level of prana needed to create a flame that huge... there's only a few classes he could think that would qualify.]

[As the flames burn - which, oddly, don't affect the surrounding area - gold sparkles suddenly fly up in the air as the Servant departs.

Which merely makes 'Spider' laugh, in a way that's both unfamiliar and yet familiar all at once.]

Wahahaha! A Servant taken down from just a little fire? It seems my guess was correct - that, Saber, was most likely the Assassin, Jorogumo!

[And he just keeps cackling to himself, even as he sits down again.]

1 down, 5 to go - as they say!

[At first he's just in disbelief that another Servant was taken down so readily, but the identifier 'a Jogomuro' would explain why it was so weak. Monsters make for poor Servants]

Then your Servant is...

[He lets it go, now knowing he's in a precarious situation. The fact he didn't sense another one meant either the man's Servant is capable of concealing his presence... or have the ability to attack remotely from quite some distance away - neither option is good.

Then the fire causes a commotion below them, people spilling out into the streets as smoke filtered inside, including his Master among the many]

No sense in hiding it, is there?

[He smiles, confidently - before there's a mana influx as his Servant comes to his side.

It's a white-haired man in robes, his eyes boring into Saber. Those eyes...are the eyes of a man who has seen the past, present, and future.

He also looks over as 'Spider' clasps a friendly hand on his shoulder, leaning in.]

This - is Caster. I'll even give you his name, due to you not instantly attempting to strike me down!

'...Master.'

Hm? ...Ah, no, you're right. It is a little too soon for that. Go ahead and go back into spirit form, Caster.

[Caster vanishes without a word, leaving the two of them alone - and 'Spider' sighs again.]

...Well! I think that's enough excitement for one day. Don't you agree?

[The robes - they were positively ancient in style, perhaps even pre-classical, but it was the eyes that caught him. Eyes that saw everything but yet seem to not notice the individual.

Even though he knew that Magic has no effect on him, the same could not be said of his Master - or anyone else here. But at the sigh, and the offer - he was surprised]

...Well I would consider the death of another Servant to be far from pedestrian.

[He slowly agrees, wary]

You speak as if you're afraid, Saber.

[He says it easily - but gets up and walks a gentle circle around the Servant, keeping his eyes on him the entire time -

(round and round the web is woven, round and round)

- Until finally stopping and casually looking below, watching the people as they still exit the building.]

It's been a pleasant chat, but I must be going before they wrongly assume I set the other building on fire.

[With a flourish, he gives a dramatic bow - one Sherlock will notice is the bow a man gives to his partner after a dance.]

Until we meet again, Servant Saber.

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