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irisnetwork2019-11-17 03:07 pm
escardos) wrote in irisnetwork2019-11-17 03:07 pm
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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?
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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[ 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!
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[It's said kindly enough, as he begins to move towards the kitchen.]
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[ 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? ]
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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...?
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Yes? Oh, I forgot to ask - is tea fine with you?
[He's casual and light, back to the pleasant professor.]
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[ flat says it like the gesture is absolutely foreign to him--and it is, somewhat. it's been a long time since someone has even done this much. part of him wonders if it's just out of formality.
he feels bare without his spell. it's uncomfortable, and what he'd like to actually do is turn around and leave, but he pushes on.
he nods. ]
Sure.
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[He notes the way the boy is grasping - that he's uncomfortable and off-kilter, but still staying around.
Admirable.]
Then let's go and sit on the couch, hm?
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[ flat feels like he’s walking on thin ice as he makes his way back to the couch. he sits down with his hands neatly placed on top of the other, his eyes looking around the room they were in.
his mouth feels dry and his chest feels short of breath, but he brings himself to ask the question that has plagued him for the past few minutes. ]
I hid all the signs of magic back then. So how... how did you see it, sir? What did I do wrong?
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Quietly, Moriarty watches him for just a moment before placing his index fingers on his cheeks near his mouth.]
It was the muscles in your face, my dear student. The magic you were using forced them in unnatural ways if you know what to look for - and your smile was perfect in all respects, when that's impossible when naturally smiling.
[He smiles again himself, as if to give an example.]
With how long you were keeping it up, you would expect to see the tiny movements of your facial muscles twitching. And yet - there was nothing.
[Taking a sip of his tea, he laughs.]
It was quite the good effort, however! I'm certain most wouldn't have noticed it.
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[ well, that’s a surprise. flat takes the tea in his hands, staring at his own reflection on it. what a strange turn of events, to be seen through so easily. although he’s uncomfortable, there’s a small sense of relief, too.
he takes a sip of his tea, followed by a sigh. ]
What are you going to do now?
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[He repeats it with a bit of surprise, before laughing again.]
Nothing, of course. You found a secret of mine, and I found a secret of yours. Thus, we're even!
All I wish to do from here on is teach you.
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[ that is.... a pleasant surprise, actually. his muscles loosen a tad, letting himself relax just a little in front of the professor. ]
Well, I guess that’s your job as a professor. [ he drinks from his tea again, shrugging. he’s a little surprised that moriarty would take this so seriously, considering all that has to do with the impending doom but otherwise uninterested. school hasn’t been interesting to him in years. ]
So why are you disguised?
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[He perks up, looking quite excited at the thought - though he pauses when Flat asks him about the disguise.
....Hm...]
...Ha. Actually, I suppose it just feels...'normal?' Since you've already seen my true face, I suppose I may as well be truthful with you. I am almost 200 years old, and a man living that long in the human world...well, it's impossible. ...Especially if that man doesn't age.
So, the spell that covers me is a way of being able to form a new identity, if need be. I am able to change my face, height, and voice - though my hair and eye color are always unaffected, no matter what I try.
...And since it's turned gray, older disguises seem to fit more readily...along with it matching a bit of my own mental state, I suppose? I've never quite given much thought to it.
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[ flat sounds legitimately surprised when asking that. he doesn’t feel advanced in the least—he just feels different from everyone else. but he has always felt like that, so he’s used to it.
quietly, he listens to moriarty’s explanation, nodding every once in a while. the idea of living for 200 years doesn’t seem to startle him either—though he can’t help but be a little curious. ]
I think if you disguise yourself as a punk man the gray hair will also fit! A punk math professor would be super interesting—ah, not to say that a criminal mastermind as a professor isn’t. I’m just saying that you could probably think outside of the box for a while.
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[He rubs his chin, before giving a chuckle at the 'punk' comment.]
I could, indeed...but acting much younger would most likely be exhausting. Not that I couldn't, mind you, but - well, I don't quite think like a young man anymore.
[There's a note of melancholy in there - along with a deep, aching tiredness that's easy enough to pick up before he shakes his head.]
Ah, anyway! I did happen to catch some of your conversations on the network...and you seemed interested in seeing someone die?
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[ because if it isn't interesting, then what's the point in doing it? it's one of the many things that his teachers took issue with when it came to him. he was too whimsical, unwilling to follow directions or orders from those above him.
but moriarty's interesting, so flat doesn't have that hard of a time imagining himself doing said work.
when asked about the chat, however, he gives moriarty a quick smile--fake of course, but it's force of habit more than anything. however, that look in his eyes... ]
Yes! Isn't it an interesting subject? It's something that so many people have wanted to know, I'm sure that even those like Jack the Ripper were interested in it-- they've practically made death a form of art! I'd love to study it, at least once!
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[There's a quick, sharp, impish grin before he focuses back on the talk of death, noting the fake smile, but at least it's with his actual muscles and not forced through magic.
It's a Start.]
Hm, well...I also noticed that you were talking about temporarily killing yourself - with supervision - to see it. However, I feel this is much too dangerous...but I would be willing to help you with your...study, so to speak.
[He takes a breath, steadying himself - before clearing his throat.]
...You may do it on me, and then ask me questions about the sensation of death.
After all, though I die - I do not stay dead.
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the smile stays on flat's face for a moment, but mostly because he's not sure how to properly emote in response to moriarty's proposal. he believes him, of course, but the idea of having that so quickly offered... ]
Well that's really weird! Man if this is how people are after living 200 years then I definitely don't want to become that old! [ how did his family do it?! ] I know I'm your student sure, but why go that far?? The staff here sure have a funny way of dealing with life and death here.
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[He shrugs, though, watching Flat carefully.]
...It's not far at all. I have died hundreds of times, in many different ways - some through experimenting, seeing how long it would take me to revive after I died, most through the occupations I took on.
Death and life, for me, are one and the same - like taking a nap, only that you wake to life once more instead of staying asleep in that cold, comforting abyss.
[His voice is far away - the voice of someone who's flit between the realm of life and death multiple times, a traveler to a realm in which he could never stay.]
...I would go that far because there is nothing I can potentially lose...nor gain. Unlike you, or miss Miach.
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[ flat sets down the cup as he speaks, his voice still keeping that cheerful chirp—it sounds hollow, though, like there’s no substance behind it.
the idea of losing anything or feeling regret for it is inconceivable for flat—whatever he hasn’t lost, he has thrown away, leaving him empty. whether he lost his life or kept it meant all the same to him.
he continues, staring directly at moriarty with an empty gaze. ]
Not that I think miss Miach or that other person would mess up, but a living being has as much value alive as they have dead. They’re all materials that will be essential for the coming events as they fulfill their purpose. And for some, that purpose is simply that—to be dead.
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From what he can tell from the file, this boy hasn't had the happiest past, so it makes sense that he's like this.
It still makes it no less easier to see - or hear, as Flat tells him that without flinching, without looking away.
And suddenly, he reaches over and flicks Flat's forehead.]
Enough of that - if I'd wanted to see the me of ten years ago, I'd go find my old tapes.
[Sighing, he shrugs.]
Perhaps you are correct - though that will not do you any favors here, among those who are so joyously living. However...I do wonder if you may change your mind in the future.
[Speaking almost to himself, if not for the fact that he's kept his eyes locked with Flat's, a sly smile coming to his face.]
...But, there are other things to discuss. So? Does this mean you're turning down my offer?
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[ flat doesn't see the forehead flick incoming, yelping more in surprise than anything else. ow?!
however, that does seem to snap him out of whatever mood he was in. he rubs his forehead absentmindedly, listening on to the professor. he doesn't quite understand half of what moriarty's saying and while that usually wouldn't stop him, today it leaves him with a slightly bitter afterthought.
hm. ]
Hurting you isn't something I want to do. [ a pause. ] But I'd like to hear about it! What's your worst death so far?
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[He gets up and heads towards his room, coming back out with a hunting knife and a handkerchief - and as he sits down, he plunges the knife into his palm without hesitation, going all the way through.
He's bleeding - but he doesn't flinch, or show any outward signs of pain.]
I cannot feel this. See? You can move it around in the wound, if you'd like!
[MORIARTY, SHERLOCK CAN FEEL THAT. He places the handkerchief around the tip, catching the blood,, letting it just sit in his hand.]
My worst death....hm. I suppose the Bisection would be the worst? That one, I actually felt due to it cleaving through part of my spine. Horrible elevator 'accident', you see - I had to sneak out of the morgue once I'd returned, which became distressingly common as time went on.
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[ flat does tense up when moriarty takes the knife, plunging it into his hand like it's no big deal. part of him almost expects it to be a magic trick of sorts, but the blood is too real and moriarty doesn't seem to be showing any signs of deception.
not that flat would ever notice them. he's rather naive, despite his rocky childhood.
he takes the knife cutting through the hand, pulling it out with little remorse. ]
So you only feel pain in your spine? I guess since it's where so many nerves are bundled it would make sense... so if I were to cut off a finger, would it grow back? Or would the tissue reconnect itself after some time?
[ he takes a look at the knife itself, fingers touching the blood to test its consistency, scent, and appearance. it's definitely blood that's oozing out of that wound.
he hears the phone buzzing, but doesn't pay much attention to it. ]
And if I cut your head? Would you still be able to come back from that? Or would you be like the headless horseman from then on?
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