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[escardos]

it's almost christmas! how does it feel to be approaching the holidays when nightfall is approaching so quickly? make sure to spend your time wisely, because you might not be here next year you might be three meters underground!

juuuuuuust kidding! but it's a fun thought, isn't it? people celebrating and putting their holiday lights up, almost as if trying to make us unaware of what is coming. they might as well be trying to brainwash us, huh?

i really hope i can buy some new video games-- what are you guys planning?

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UN: 128Nemesis

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[well, ignoring all the nightfall talk-]

Doing some streams and preparing for AGDQ in january, honestly. As well as continue teaching, of course!

...Though, a word of advice. Many here are...touchy about Nightfall, so it may be for the best that you don't go riling up that hornet's nest.

[escardos]

ofc people will be scared, professor. that’s why it’s important to remind them of it; it’d be silly for them to look the other way just because they started putting up christmas lights.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Yes, but there is such a thing as being tactful about it. Reminding people of a potential demise is not a quick way to gain friends in a new school, after all!

[...Hm. Is that-]

2.502907

[Let's see if those numbers were an accident or not.]

[escardos]

i think this is a perfectly good way to make friends in this school professor! after all, who else would quote back to me the second feigenbaum constant of the bifurcation theory?

[ moriarty was right on the dot there. flat’s pleased. ]

besides, people only care about tact when it benefits them. if it doesn’t, then you’re a liar. isn’t it better to just be honest?

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Ah, so I was correct, then! A clever username, that. Though I did only know it due to being the Math Professor here.

[He's also pleased!]

Hm...certainly, one could see it that way. However... such a thing will only chase others away from you. As illogical as it is, a few lies must be given in order for society to run smoothly.

[escardos]

math professor...i almost thought you were some sort of astronomy professor because of your un.

guess it makes sense though. lol.

if people are afraid, then that’s fine. i honestly don’t know how anyone isn’t bored with how things are. but i guess that’s humans for you, huh?!

[hatesdeerstalkers]

I have some learning it Astronomy - a Bachelors, actually. My PhD is in Mathematics, though!

[Hmmm....]

Humans? Are you not originally human, then?

[escardos]

is that so!? i feel like i've heard something like this before, though....well, it doesn't matter!

ehh, you haven't seen my files yet professor? i'm hurt! :(

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Wait.

Waiiiiiit.

did someone finally notice?!

Oh thank god, he was going insane.]

Hm? Something like this? Like what, exactly?

And no, I must confess that I haven't yet...my apologies!

[escardos]

can't tell now! wouldn't wanna spoil the big secret here in the chat, you know? unless you want me to!

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Then, is this a hint that I should come to you? ...Unless you would like to come to my apartment, where I have quite the video game collection.

[Aka hell no you're not getting out of this that easily VALIDATE HIM]

[escardos]

ahahaha i dont trust strangers like that, sir!

although, i guess if you were to kill me it'd be kind of my fault that it happened so sure, i'll meet up with you, professor!

[hatesdeerstalkers]

That's the spirit! I live at -

[Handwave handwave directions to the savant apartments go here, along with his number because I am way too lazy to look that up rn]

I'll be waiting for you - it'll also be a good opportunity for me to give you the syllabus for my classes.

action!

[escardos]

[ well, flat will take those directions and head straight to them!

not that he expects that much. just because a professor understood the reference in his username doesn't mean anything. perhaps he's like the others in the previous schools he was in, and this would all be for naught. however, there's still a tinge of curiosity that pulls him towards the apartments.

could this really be---?

once at the door, he knocks twice. ]

Sir? It's me. We spoke through text!

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Ah, yes! One moment -

[There's some shuffling inside the apartment, before he opens the door with a smile.

...And of course, he's completely unaware that Flat can see him, under the glamour - seeing his true form of a tall man with the same gray hair, but with no mustache and...

...a striking similarity to someone else on campus.]

Come in, come in.

[escardos]

[ the moment that flat sees the teacher in question, his eyes widen slightly in surprise. he stands silent for a few seconds, taking in the essence of his new mathematics professor.

and laughs. ]

You almost had me there, sir. [ he walks into the apartment, appearing casual. in reality, however, he was on high alert. not because of moriarty’s identity, though—that’s just how he is in general. ] You really looked like how the books described Sebastian Moran for a second—but you’re just how the books described Sherlock! With gray hair, sure, but close enough. Pretty incredible!

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Thankfully, he had just closed the door before Flat dropped that bomb on him - which leads to him suddenly spluttering in disbelief, butterflies suddenly appearing in the air around him in response to the intense rush of emotion.]

How did you-?! What?!

[Normally, he'd play it off - but he's too taken aback by all of the descriptions and someone seeing past his glamour that he just spluttered out what came to mind.]

[escardos]

How did I what?

[ flat turns around, head tilted to the side, smiling. ]

I guess it would be weird if you actually wanted to look like an old man for the aesthetic...so it's a disguise? Interesting! It's pretty well made, too!

[hatesdeerstalkers]

You saw through the glamour like that?!

[He's - for once in a very long, long time, he's actually flabbergasted.]

It's - It's -

[Suddenly, his mind kicks back into gear - and he goes very still, quiet, and icy.]

....Flat. Do not tell others of what you saw. Do you understand?

[escardos]

Hm?

[ flat doesn't seem to be affected at all by moriarty's glare, with his smile is still frozen in place. ]

I guess I'd ask if it's that important, but you're a criminal mastermind and all, so it probably means a lot to you. Still, this is probably the fastest I've made a Professor angry at me, huh?

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[....Hm?

There's something wrong.

Even with someone fearless, they wouldn't have their smile stay exactly like that. There would be the tiniest movement of muscles under the face, keeping the smile in place...

but there's nothing. It's just - there. Solid. As if it isn't really muscles -

ah.

...That cold anger suddenly fades away, as he closes his eyes and shakes his head.]

...No, I'm not angry. But - may I give you another piece of advice?

[escardos]

Eh?

[ flat can't help but feel a bit uncomfortable when the anger from moriarty fades away, leaving behind something softer that he wasn't used to handling.

he doesn't let that show, however--or at least he thinks so. ]

You're the Professor here, so go ahead!

[hatesdeerstalkers]

...Using magic to force a smile is a bit crude. Those who know what to look for will notice it immediately, after all.

[It's said kindly enough, as he begins to move towards the kitchen.]

1/2

[escardos]

--!

[ no way.

when moriarty says that, the spell breaks with an ease that frightens even flat himself, who covers his face with one of his hands. he's shocked, confused, unable to understand where he went wrong. he had hidden all signs of his magic, no? moriarty was strong, certainly, but there had been no way that he could have picked up on the magic.

so, how?

how? ]

[escardos]

[ like a computer rebooting, it takes a while for flat to get his composure back, with moriarty probably well in the kitchen now. and even then, he's at a loss for what to do.

does he leave? not go to his class unless absolutely necessary? a possible solution, and one that flat wants to entertain the more that he looks at the door he had come from.

however...

he wanted to know how.

how did moriarty see through it?

with none of the feigned energy and confidence that he had before, flat timidly approaches the kitchen. he's no longer smiling of course--it's been so long since his muscles have made a smile on their own, that he has practically forgotten how to do so without his crutch. ]

Sir...?