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[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.

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.

[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]

...

[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?

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.

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

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

And the stunt was...?

You feigned the fact you were disappearing.

...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!

You just picked a rotten time to pull it.

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.

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?

I do...but first, I should return this darling back to her owner.

[Happily hoisting the snake out of his coat - who is a little unhappy at not being warm - he walks out of the room.

In no time at all, he's back - now clearly snakeless - and sits down where he was, grinning.]

Now then! All I should have to do is...

[He touches a hand to his forehead-]

[There's a moment of silence as he's...concentrating? Doing...something?

There's a minor mana fluctuation, but nothing seems to be happening...

Until, of course -]

H-Hnnnngh?!

[He suddenly grips his head with both of his hands, his fingers lacing through his hair as he starts to scream.]

Aaa-aaaaaagh!!!

Edited 2019-05-31 05:23 (UTC)

[He relaxes considerably as the snake was returned, wondering what Moriarty was up to. The mana flowed and - at the sudden grip, the screaming - he immediately grabs the man's shoulders to steady him. Their rivalry forgotten, his revulsion at touching the man - that didn't matter, seeing the man appearing to be in such pain stirred the part of him that wanted to help people.]

Moriarty? Moriarty -? What's happening?

[The detective examined him quickly, his eyes darting, looking for the way his mana is flowing, signs on his body - any hint]

[The odd thing is, there's no signs on his body - his mana flow is normal as well. Yet, he's still screaming, his fingers practically buried into his scalp due to the pain.

At the question, he manages to stop, though his voice is choked with agony.]

I-it...Gahahaaaaaaaaa-! Head...feels like...exploding....Holmes...I-I-almost remember- Aaaaaaah!!!

[He writhes backwards, suddenly - in silence, almost jerking back, his body tensed...]

[...And then, like a puppet with it's strings cut...

His body suddenly goes limp, hands falling away from his hair, which is now down - to just almost lifelessly flop wherever gravity takes them.

But the most disturbing thing...is his eyes.

They're flat and almost empty - that blue seemingly cloudy as he...just sits there, staring into nothing, silent.]

.....

[He instinctively reaches, and grabs onto the man as he drops, grunting slightly as he lays the man down, quickly kneeling - his breath catches in his throat at the sight, flashing back to the drenched body he pulled out of the falls.

If he had expired, his body should be dissolving into golden mist, but yet, his fingers pressed against Moriarty's neck for a pulse before loosening the tie and the top button of his shirt, a leftover instinct from living life as a detective. The man pursed his lips, checking those eyes for a response to movement, and then with the EyePhone - to light.]

God damn it.

[There's still a pulse - yet he doesn't react as his tie and shirt are loosened, nor does his eyes respond to movement...but they contract as the eyephone's light hits it, which is a good sign, right?

After a long, horrible moment...

He finally blinks, light coming back to those eyes as he groans softly, as if he's a sleeper coming out of deep sleep.]

....Who....are you....?

[His heart catches in his throat at the moment, feeling tight. Sherlock breathes in, out - he can't panic again.

The confusion seems sincere... but he had been duped before - but he knows this man's tells, every one of them - there's only one other person whose tells he knows better]

Sherlock Holmes, Ruler.

[He answers as he sits up, in a formal Japanese style, setting the phone aside, within easy reach, that horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach was getting progressively worse - ah, this is what nausea feels like? He almost forgot what that sensation was as he waits for Moriarty's response]

Sh...erlock....Holmes...?

[His response is genuine - confusion, even as he shakily raises a hand, trying to get himself to a sitting position, but never even getting close.]

That's....not...? What...?

[He closes his eyes - and for that moment, Sherlock might be able to see the glitter of tears gathering.]

N-No...I'm....that's....Sh...No, J-James...

[That raised hand ends up grasping towards Sherlock, unsteady and weak.]

...D...Don't....

[He ignored his instinctive call to not do it, but he grasped the man's hand to help him sit up, almost startled by the display of tears in the man's eyes. Something squirmed in the back of his head at Archer's confused mumbling, something hissing in warning, like somehow - something is very wrong. Dangerous]

Steady... deep breaths. Just sit still for a while, I wouldn't advise making sudden movements.

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[He won't be making any sudden movements - as he sits up, he slumps over, supported pretty much only by his own frame.]

....James...Moriarty. That's...Who I am...right...?

[He says it in that same confused tone, like he's not sure himself, blinking slowly.

...Yet, as time passes, his posture begins to get a little better - as his mind reorganizes itself, slots secrets and other things safely away where he won't mumble about them.]

...Archer...I'm an Archer. A Heroic Servant....even though I'm not a Hero...or even Good...

[That last sentence...is full of something. Some sort of deep pain that's never healed over, only sometimes glimpsed at when the mask falls to the floor.

It only takes a moment more before he makes a confused noise, squeezing his eyes shut before looking Holmes back in the eyes -

And finally, Moriarty is fully back to himself.]

...Holmes? What - What the devil are we doing on the floor...?

[That pained way he said 'good' seem to resonate in something within him in a way he can't quite put his finger. But as Moriarty seem to gather himself, the tension that coiled him in seem to ebb, and he exhales. Once the man questioned him about their position, he lets go of his hand]

You attempted something to recover missing memories and blacked out.

[Sherlock answered - not seeing a reason to lie to the man, especially to make sure he doesn't try that again.]

You were a little disoriented.

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