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Week 6 - Dreamland

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[It's - well, that demon was revealing in a way that Holmes was not prepared for. Everything he pushed down by force of will, busywork or more extreme methods now makes sense.

And he did not like it.

And he's not surprised that Moriarty would appear not long after that, wanting - no - needing to talk. Sherlock shifts from the Eastern wear he had taken up, to more familiar, recognizable clothing he generally wore while on a case]

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[Moriarty is under the Sakura tree, drinking quietly for once.

Though as Holmes comes to the place he's waiting under, he'll notice Moriarty is in his cloak instead of the more casual styles he'd been wearing on the island, watching a blue morpho butterfly with a snort.]

Can't seem to get away from the damned things...ha.

[With another swig, he motions for Holmes to come over and sit down.]

I was beginning to wonder if you'd gotten cold feet, Holmes.

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[He joins the man, sliding against the tree, a knee pressed against his chest, an arm resting over it, as a bottle of scotch appears next to him]

Thank you by the way, even if it was for selfish reasons.

[Sherlock exhales]

I needed a moment to gather my thoughts.

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Don't you start thanking me, either.

[Still, it's said with a smile - for now, he's in a slightly good mood, though it's still not as vibrant as how he normally is.]

Go ahead - I'm just enjoying this sight. It's quite the beautiful one - one you'd never get to see in London.

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[He gives a ghost of a smile of his own, though like Moriarty - it was subdued, watching as a few petals drifted down]

It is, especially not the London of our time - I can see why Our Master and the Japanese servants are so obsessed with these flowers.

[Sherlock take a long, slow drink from his bottle, organizing everything - where to even start]

Damn thing needs to be muzzled.

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It is quite nice to watch the petals drift down with some liquor, that much is true.

[He chuckles...and then Sherlock gets into what they were both avoiding for a time.]

That's the least of what it needs. If it keeps causing trouble, I'm liable to take out Reichenbach and shoot it.

[Yes he named his coffin after his place of death, what of it.]

...But there's more than it just being a demon, isn't there?

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...Of course you named it that.

[He's honestly not surprised, this is Moriarty after all]

I believe there is - as I had just realized fully once it did that thing.

[The way certain words were phrased, that seem to slither down a person's spine like a slimy serpent - the words coming too clearly but yet something it seem to have break somewhere between hearing it and the brain registering what it means. The words seem to compel the listener to partake while instinct tells one to flee. It did make Holmes wonder if that is what Pandora felt with the box.

He takes an even longer swig]

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[He laughs, but he's much more serious - giving Sherlock a sharp glance.]

...did you ever wonder why I didn't absorb you completely, Holmes?

[Phrased like he has all the faith in the world about Holmes wondering about it, even as he continues.]

Or why I proclaimed myself as the Culprit so easily?

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It was suspicious that you would surrender too easily after all that effort. You can be a gracious loser when someone has you dead to rights.

But you still had a shot...

[There was one thing, one thing besides Moriarty's affection for their Master. Despite being alone, his voice lowers into a whisper]

so you felt that thing.

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Mmm....yes, you could say that.

[He watches a petal fall into his drink, floating on the glass.

For a moment, he looks...secretive. Like he knows something that Sherlock doesn't...before he shrugs and takes another drink.]

Indeed - I had all the chance in the world. Those countless phantasmal spirits were only a threat because I allowed them to become one. Of course, it was partly because of my fondness for our Master, but...

[He's silent for a moment.]

If I had fully absorbed you, I feared even I would lose control of who I was.

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[He saw that look, here - nothing escapes his eyes. For a moment, he considered badgering the man, to make him spill, but he holds off - knowing Moriarty will not answer unless he wants to. Part of being a detective is knowing when to ask.

At Moriarty's words, he involuntarily shivers - it was something he feared when he was alive, a mortal being who had no natural defenses against something pushing against his soul]

... That has been something I kept pushing down, kept pressing to keep it at bay so it would not do the same to me.

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Hmph. That would explain the drug use, then. I'm surprised you managed to live without them, with that inside of you.

[He's mostly still, which is unusual for him - unlike the fire and evil he'd shown the demon - that beast - he only watches his alcohol.]

...I don't understand that fear. But then again, I am a man who turned to Evil merely because I did not want my theories to be consigned to dust without ever having them tested.

...Still, I realized that letting that free would end everything, so I allowed my defeat and let you go.

I suppose it also explains how you were able to recover so quickly, anyway.

Week 7 - S....unday...??

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[He'd waited until the next morning to seek Sherlock out, knocking on the door to his room with measured, even knocks.]

Holmes? You'd better be awake by now!

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[The door opens, and Holmes was dressed, and was just finishing brushing his hair back]

While I do keep odd hours, I am not the sort to oversleep when I made time to meet.

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[He just gives a huff, coming in and shutting the door behind him.]

Fine, fine.

....For once, this room isn't covered in books.

[Since, you know...he's been dead for a week.]

Anyway! What was it that you wanted my help with?

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You might have noticed Watanuki had collapsed post-trial. He had been running thin on energy, and it's only going to get worse I fear.

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...Yes, I have. I also noticed I couldn't go to that dreamworld he'd set up, although it's not as if I have any connection to it anymore.

[He shrugs.]

...So. You want me to give him some of my mana, then.

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Yes.

[He might as well get right to the point, though he knows Moriarty has no obligation to agree to his request]

1/2

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[There's a long moment of silence, before he starts talking again.]

..I don't have an obligation towards you or your Master, Holmes. In fact...You're just incurring another favor by asking me to help you.

[And there's the unspoken statement that eventually, he'll come to collect. Most likely when it would be the least convenient for Holmes to do so.]

I could laugh in your face and walk out the door - and I've half a mind to do that right now.

[...Yet, he doesn't make a single move towards the door.]

...Hm.

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[But then....he shrugs.]

...But as amusing as it would be to watch everyone collapse at the second before the game is completed...Unfortunately, I've come to care about a few of the people trapped here.

[And then...he grins.]

Very well! My arm's being twisted off, and yet I barely feel the pain! I'll give some mana to your Master, Holmes.

...Of course, it may take a while - I'm not doing the normal disgusting methods mages use.

[Aka he's pretty much been running on his own power in Chaldea since Gudako summoned him, because he refuses to do anything else except handhold.]

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[It took a remarkable amount of self-restraint on his behalf to not roll his eyes at Moriarty's dramatics]

I am not going to ask you to do those methods, and Watanuki nearly had a conniption fit over holding hands.

[Among other reasons that they're not using those methods]

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[He makes a minor face at Sherlock not reacting - so Rude - before settling back in and turning around to head out the door.]

Well then! Shall we go and visit the sleeping beauty in question?

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[His lips tugged at the face the man made at his non-reaction, but he kept himself composed as possible, as it would bother the man as he follows after and then towards Watanuki's room]

He'll likely to not stir at all in his current state.

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[It doesn't take long at all - and soon, he's staring down at Watanuki's sleeping form in silence.]

...So I see.

[There's another moment, and then -

....He picks up Watanuki in a princess carry??

And starts walking out of the room with him??????]

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Yes and -

[What. Is he carrying him... he is. Sherlock quickly follows after]

Moriarty, what are you doing?