...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.]
[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.
[He still doesn't answer, lying Watanuki down on the far side of the bed - thankful that the Witch is gone, at the very least - before staring down for a moment before lying down next to him, taking off both of his gloves.
....And then he just.
Pointedly stares up at Sherlock, and at the empty space next to him.]
[Moriarty grumps, as the other man slips beside him after getting himself settled in.]
If your master is bad enough that he needs my help, then what's the sense in pouring mana into him while you just siphon it away?
[He reaches out for Sherlock's hand, his own fingertips stained with the telltale black stains of ink - from when he was alive, constantly using the pens they had at hand.]
[There's a quiet sound, it seemed Holmes treated mana like regular food - something to put off until needed.
With a slight roll of his eyes, he reaches over to take the hand, his own had calluses from playing, writing, and other activities. As they touched - he felt a weird sensation in the back of his head, like staring into a serpent's eye for too long. He instinctively recoiled, wanting to let go of Moriarty]
Ngh-?
[But Sherlock forced himself to hold on, Watanuki needed the Mana more than he needed comfort]
[Sherlock actually winced as the icy cold hands tightened, it felt like a snake was wrapped around it. He glances from the corner of his eye, and saw the way Moriarty paused and clicked his tongue]
Indeed - I didn't quite expect it to be that unpleasant.
[The man exhales, as he closes his eyes, to try to settle his mind]
...It'll be a bit difficult to get some sleep like this, but I assume the feeling will become 'normal' to us in a bit.
[Moriarty is...surprisingly composed. Normally he'd yell and be energetic, but it's more that he's quietly ruminating about the feeling, his fingers occasionally shifting.
He looks over again, after a moment.]
If you see anything -
[He stops, then closes his mouth again with a harsh sigh.]
...Never mind. Have a good rest, Holmes.
[And almost resolutely, he closes his eyes - letting his breathing slow to try and hopefully have sleep come on faster.]
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improbablenotimpossible) wrote2019-04-29 04:06 pm
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While I do keep odd hours, I am not the sort to oversleep when I made time to meet.
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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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[He shrugs.]
...So. You want me to give him some of my mana, then.
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[He might as well get right to the point, though he knows Moriarty has no obligation to agree to his request]
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..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 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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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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Well then! Shall we go and visit the sleeping beauty in question?
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He'll likely to not stir at all in his current state.
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...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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[What. Is he carrying him... he is. Sherlock quickly follows after]
Moriarty, what are you doing?
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Because that's all you're getting as he goes into the foyer and goes up the stairs, heading for -
...The master bedroom?]
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[Unless...]
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....And then he just.
Pointedly stares up at Sherlock, and at the empty space next to him.]
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What on earth are you getting at?
[Sherlock internally groan - and hoping his suspicion is not correct]
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GET ON THE DAMN BED!
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Even me?
[Sherlock questioned, not expecting to get dragged into the mana exchange]
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[Moriarty grumps, as the other man slips beside him after getting himself settled in.]
If your master is bad enough that he needs my help, then what's the sense in pouring mana into him while you just siphon it away?
[He reaches out for Sherlock's hand, his own fingertips stained with the telltale black stains of ink - from when he was alive, constantly using the pens they had at hand.]
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With a slight roll of his eyes, he reaches over to take the hand, his own had calluses from playing, writing, and other activities. As they touched - he felt a weird sensation in the back of his head, like staring into a serpent's eye for too long. He instinctively recoiled, wanting to let go of Moriarty]
Ngh-?
[But Sherlock forced himself to hold on, Watanuki needed the Mana more than he needed comfort]
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As they gripped hands, Moriarty also instinctively arched himself away from Sherlock for a moment - yet, his ice-like hand merely held on tighter.]
....Hrn. This -
[he pauses in the middle of speaking, shutting his mouth with a click before shaking his head.]
...I should have known holding hands like this would be intolerable.
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Indeed - I didn't quite expect it to be that unpleasant.
[The man exhales, as he closes his eyes, to try to settle his mind]
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[Moriarty is...surprisingly composed. Normally he'd yell and be energetic, but it's more that he's quietly ruminating about the feeling, his fingers occasionally shifting.
He looks over again, after a moment.]
If you see anything -
[He stops, then closes his mouth again with a harsh sigh.]
...Never mind. Have a good rest, Holmes.
[And almost resolutely, he closes his eyes - letting his breathing slow to try and hopefully have sleep come on faster.]
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