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[improbablenotimpossible]

"It's my business to know what other people don't."
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[improbablenotimpossible]

[His voice lowers soon as Moriarty's entire demeanor changes, for the moment forgetting about the serpent upon the other man]

I was wondering when you ask that question.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[There's a quiet silence -

Before Sherlock can almost feel the sly smile that crosses his face, even though he's behind the man.]

...Well. Shall we sit down like civilized men, or should I continue to hold your coat so you don't run away?

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He gives a soft, defeated sigh]

Fine, we can sit.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Splendid!

[He lets go of the man's coat, coming over to take a seat across him - and idly scratching the head of the snake as she pokes out from his clothing to check, Sherlock able to hear 'move?' and 'why?' before she merely settles into 'warm' and 'nice' again, her head sliding back down out of sight.]

So - I have the general gist from what I've been able to glean from others. Namely, that quite a few of you ended up on an Island without your consent, though I was not among you.

So - how did I end up there?

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He considers how to answer, under normal circumstances he would not hesitate on explaining everything but he had to consider anything he said to Moriarty may get back to that harlequin. His eyes followed the movement of the Snake's curious little questioning - which would be cute if it was from literally anything else]

You were summoned and contracted there.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Summoned and contracted? How interesting - I would have thought I'd remember that, personally. Then again, it isn't as if this relies on the Chaldea FATE system...

[He falls into muttering, before shaking his head.]

...Was I a participant in the 'game', or a mere observer?

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He makes note of Moriarty mentioning the name, few Servants care to learn the name of the system, filing this detail away for later]

You were an observer, your contracting was not an anticipated event.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[He grins a little.]

I assume you were also quite unhappy with that turn of events? After all, I am your nemesis, and the man that 'killed' you for a few years.

[improbablenotimpossible]

Hmm...

[He actually seems to be in thought for a moment at the question]

Oh it was definitely most vexing, but you turned out to be quite helpful.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

...Helpful? If Sherlock Holmes is the one saying that, then I shudder to think about my actions.

[He even shudders dramatically!]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He actually bursts into laughter at Moriarty's shudder]

Several young ladies certainly appreciate your assistance if that will quell your nerves.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[He brightens up at that, nodding.]

Yes, yes - I'm well acquainted with Ann, my dear daughter! And the others seem to be quite pleasant as well. I have no issues with that part of it, at least!

[improbablenotimpossible]

[The other details he will sit on until either Moriarty recovers those memories on his own, or for some reason it had to be brought up.

Is the snake still staying in Moriarty's coat? Good]

Well you do have a grandfatherly aura they seem to appreciate.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

I-!!

[He yells - but then pauses, apparently unable to move due to the snekfriend.

...Which causes him to stare Holmes dead in the face as he suddenly takes out...

a cellphone?]

...

[He shows Holmes the twitter account he has, privated to the people in the chat.]

If you insist on saying that, then I'll just have to accidentally leak a certain secret of yours.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He was about to say something but seeing that twitter account silences him so fast that Moriarty could almost literally see him swallowing his words]

...

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[With his threat gotten across, he sighs and places the phone back in his coat pocket.]

Now then! Did anything else interesting happen, or is it something you'll frustratingly keep to yourself, like usual?

[improbablenotimpossible]

The wall have ears here, but I can say you angered one of the girls so much that she threatened to stop cooking for you.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

....Ah? Seriously? That's....not good. Did I manage to rectify that mistake in the end?

[improbablenotimpossible]

I think she would eventually forgive you for that fright for that stunt.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

And the stunt was...?

[improbablenotimpossible]

You feigned the fact you were disappearing.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

...Ah.

[And he just.

Fucking smiles like the shitlord he is.]

Well! You can't blame the past me for wanting to play a small prank, after all!

[improbablenotimpossible]

You just picked a rotten time to pull it.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

I would expect nothing less from myself! After all, I am a villain! Showing up and ruining everything at the worst time is what I was made to be, as I walk the path of Evil!

[Wahaha goes here, as he happily hams it up.]

...I assume that's it, then? Hm...having my memories gone are incredibly inconvenient when everyone else around me knows things I simply do not.

[He places a hand to his head, sighing.]

...Perhaps I could try and see if I can jog my memory.

[improbablenotimpossible]

To be honest it would make things easier if you could recover your memories.

[He doubted they were completely gone, but the ability to recover them? Probably difficult without some outside aid, depending on what the harlequin did. However, he felt an uneasiness in the pit of his stomach, as if Moriarty had put the snake on his lap]

Do you have... a method in mind already?