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Arthur H. Bell Sherlock Holmes
UN: ThreeCoffins

STATUS: Graduate Student

ACCOLADES: Masters in Pharmacology, Bachelors of Biology, etc. etc.

BIO: Yes I am Vampire. No I won't drink your blood, but I will assist in tutoring people in science-based disciplines.

© TESSISAMESS

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[hatesdeerstalkers]

Turns out you're not the only one who broke into my personal space, Holmes.

[improbablenotimpossible]

I'm actually a little surprised that hasn't happened sooner with the student body and staff we have.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

I assume they were giving me a bit of a 'grace period.'

Either way, he actually almost got away with quite a bit of my emergency money and knives - the worst of all, I think, was the theft of my molasses candy!

[improbablenotimpossible]

Likely, or you just flew under their radar - and huh, I didn't realize they still sell those kinds of candy.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

I am accomplished in flying under the radar - you should know that most of all, Holmes.

[YOU KNOW.

CONSIDERING THEIR HISTORY.]

Actually, I made them myself. They're not that difficult to make once you understand how, after all.

GALRA TEA TIME...

[standless]

[Jonathan has never been so happy to have tea. Well, maybe there were other times, but that's really not the same thing. He's happy for very different reasons after all.

If anything in fact, he's...relieved, really.

The last 24 hours or so have been rather stressful. The last few days have been abundantly stressful, actually. Thanksgiving was an event in itself, but then the kidnapping? The battle? The attempted exorcism? (he's still seeing Visions of Something and he doesn't Like it, at all)

Everything has been bad, and also terrible, and to top it all off they sent him flying back home with a strict warning to act casual or else. Not for him of course. He'd gladly sacrifice himself if it meant saving the others.

That's really the problem though isn't it. Because now they have Jolyne, and he has no idea who to trust, and-

And it's tea time.

He can't outright say anything. Not yet. But he'll ask some questions, at least. Watch the other. See if anything is off.

...

If nothing is, then maybe it's not as hopeless as he thought.]

Hello, 'Arthur'! [he rather cheerfully greets as he arrives for a regular tea.] Has the weekend been well?

Re: GALRA TEA TIME...

[improbablenotimpossible]

[While he's unable to have tea himself - lamentable - he did keep some for guests - such as the passion fruit black tea he's pouring for Jonathan.

Sherlock seemed for a moment distracted as he slices an apple]

It's been rather quiet, more so than I thought for a holiday that only Americans really celebrate.

[standless]

[He does rather like tea, even as a bat. Just has to make sure the herbs involved aren't toxic.

Which for the most part they really aren't. As it is-]

Oh yes- 'Thanksgiving'. I went with Jolyne to a...'Fake Thanksgiving'?

At the very least that's what Maverick referred to it as.

[Yes and then Jonathan wasn't on campus for an entire two days, and Jolyne still isn't back. Jonathan outwardly doesn't seem to be concerned by this, but it Is still noticeable at least.] A bit of quiet does seem to be a welcome break here at least, [he chuckles.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

I suppose any excuse to indulge is as good as any for most people.

[It was quiet in other ways, he had noticed he wasn't feeling any phantom pains or aches via proxy the last several days - or someone stabbing themselves in the hand. This already had him on edge.]

I suppose Miss Cujo is taking her time coming back?

[He asks, almost conversationally, but the distracted look in his eyes had vanished]

[standless]

[There is a slight hesitation. Extremely so- but slight. For that matter Jonathan seems to be studying the other with an intensely wary scrutiny, visibly for only one reason.

His hamon breathing is a little too focused. There's certainly no sparks, but he's too on edge, however much he's trying to hide that.] At the very least, it would have been rude to turn down such a personal invitation.

She shall be back soon enough though, I'm certain, [he lies.] ...Do you know her at all yourself?

So we almost died for real and we should probably genuinely talk, a thread

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[After all of that - after they've no doubt slept, trying to regenerate the energy they've lost and the return of their undead state - Moriarty blearily wakes up and automatically looks over to Sherlock, still looking like his opposite with blue eyes and gray hair.]

....Holmes...?

[It's a soft question, but -

After almost dying for good, and the utter despair and breakdown of all of his defenses - along with that ....being that had saved them at the last second before the being within Flat decided to revoke their curse -

He wants, oddly enough, to talk.

To really, truly talk - with no barriers or politeness in the way.

Like, perhaps, the brothers they apparently were.]

...Are you awake...?

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He didn't really dream - not in the usual way after it was over, just emotions and impressions, slowly he starts to awaken, hearing the subtle sounds of someone stirring close by.

Moriarty, he thought - even before hearing his name called out, his eyes fluttering open]

Yes... I believe so.

[His voice was thin, whispery]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

...That's good.

[A part of him almost wants to cut it off there - to retreat, to act as if nothing happened.

But - not now. Not after everything they've been through.

To act like nothing changed - it would be a lie. One he wouldn't relish doing, and so -

With a soft groan - and shaky limbs - he rises up slightly from his bed, to prop up the pillows he has so he can be in a reclining position.

He always did recover fast, after all - though he is pushing himself a little.]

I - do you....feel up to....

[He pauses.

It's - so hard to make this next step, to admit that his mask is down. But...as always, he goes ahead, anyway.]

....Please. Talk with me. If...if you're able to.

[And in those few words, there's...a vulnerability that he's never really let Sherlock see before.

The cautious lowering of a barrier and a trembling extension of a hand.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[His eyes open fully at that. The way he's lifting himself, the quiet groan, the reclining - recovering, but there's something about that is different from usual - the hesitation.

He pushes himself up, swinging his legs as he sat up, touching his forehead for a moment as if steadying himself, glancing away for a moment. The soft tones, the vulnerability - seems to hit something inside him]

...of course, I feel... this might be a long time coming.

[He turns his glance back, to look at him properly]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

....A very long time coming, I think.

[There's - the way his shoulders sag, and his expression lightens just a little to show that he's relieved - as if he were expecting a full on rejection to his plea.

There's a silence, before he begins again.]

I - have realized something, during all of this.

...I do not want you to be my enemy anymore....Sherlock.

[That - would be unthinkable, normally. Using his name, stepping back from the rules of propiety - to say nothing of their pasts, and their history.

But, in truth - he hasn't thought of Sherlock as his Nemesis for a while.]

march necromancy night

[hawkwardness]

Hey. I know you've got a lot going on and I'm really sorry to be bothering you right now, but it's an emergency. Where are you?

UN: ThreeCoffins

[improbablenotimpossible]

I'm leaving the infirmary back to my room - did Hector do something again?

[It would be about the right time of the month]

[hawkwardness]

You don't have worry about it yourself, I just need some of the kind of blood you drink. Is that alright?

[He didn't say no... so probably yes. Héctor. Again.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Of course - take the ones that's still in medical bags. The one others in less... secure containers are for experimental use.

Oh. Don't try to warm them up, it's going to be far worse than just leaving them cold.

I'll take a look at him when I get back.

[hawkwardness]

Alright. Thanks. He'll be fine in twelve hours, I hope.

[Time to go get some blood...]

sometime later in July

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Sherlock

I've done some digging in our family tree and I've found something I think you'd like to know

Are you free currently?

Re: sometime later in July

[improbablenotimpossible]

I am. I'm surprised you went digging, but I suspect you found something of note.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Why wouldn't I? It's my family as well, and I did also track the Moriarty Family tree before.

[Nothing really of note, but.]

I'll be over shortly.

[And he is, coming in holding a folder with quite a few papers inside.]

I suppose I should start off with the simple things - most of the 'branches of the tree' are relatively uninteresting. We aren't related to any famous figures in history, or the like - though I suppose past a certain point, it might be a bit more plausible. Mycroft's descendants seem to be doing well, also.

There is, however, something that's quite...unusual. Especially considering it is from the 'line' we directly come from.

[He opens the folder, handing over a paper containing information about -]

It seems our Great-Grandmother used to be a Vernet.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Sherlock actually cleaned up enough so Moriarty has a place to sit, he does smile slightly hearing about Mycroft's descendants doing well]

...Vernet, I know she's related to the paint...

[Sherlock pauses]

Oh. The other Vernets.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

So you're aware of them....Yes. The Mage family, the Vernets. Currently, they're an incredibly weak family, mostly clinging to their place in Mage society due to their history.

[And he'll pause here, mostly for drama.]

....Yet, there was something else I found about them - the reason for their decline.