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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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[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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With the undamaged hand, he picks up his phone and checks it - a text? - and shoots off a 'What' to the vampire while still focusing on Flat, not paying attention to whatever Sherlock wrote.]
Hm, well - You've read the books, so I assume you remember how I 'met my end', as it were? I bounced off a rock - and my spine was broken in two places. When the immortality took hold, it was repaired - but since the severing was so intense, it's continually regenerating.
[He laughs.]
I actually dragged myself out of the falls and then went mad with pain - It took 5 years for my mind to piece itself back together! But because of the pain, I simply can't feel anything that doesn't approach the level of agony I continually go through. It's amazing what the human mind can adapt to, isn't it?
[He says it so cheerfully that it's hard to imagine he's telling the truth, and yet...]
Anyway! Yes, I will regenerate cut off digits or limbs, though it takes time. For a finger, it's about a week or two - for an arm, around two to three months. Of course, if the limb or digit is still in one piece, it's much quicker and easier to merely hold it to the wound and allow it to reconnect itself.
[He holds up his hand, which is already beginning to show signs of knitting together under the blood.]
As for decapitation....hm. I'm not quite sure! I've never undergone it myself, but I would assume that I would be 'dead' for however long it took for a body to regrow, or to reconnect my head to my body again.
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[ flat nods as he takes in moriarty’s situation. whether fortunate or not, he doesn’t seem concerned about how this affects his new professor’s mental state. idly, he does wonder if moriarty would feel a broken femur— oh, but is that too much?
he looks at the still regenerating hand with interest, studying how the tissue regenerates. though it’s something he has seen on himself while practicing healing magic (he had to learn somehow, he thought) it’s surprising to see it on someone that doesn’t even flinch from the pain.
beyond that, however, there’s something that interests him even more. ]
Why did this happen to you, though? And what happened to Sherlock?
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[He pushes his regenerating hand closer to flat, wiping away the blood where he can. It's fast - it's only been about 1-2 minutes, and it's already halfway closed - but there's the sense that it should be faster, somehow.]
Ah, why this happened? ...Well, it's funny you should ask that and also about Sherlock in the same breath....though I suppose I should keep some secrets for later, so let's table that for now.
[A wink - sorry, you have to be a level 3 student in order to access that backstory.]
Anyway, Holmes is still alive - or, well, existing. He's a Vampire now - and is at this school, though he goes by the name 'Arthur Bell' here.
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having lost interest in the wound flat decides to heal the rest of it. it's done so in blink of an eye, while moriarty continues talking about sherlock--or arthur bell, as he now goes by. ]
A vampire! That's so unfortunate! [ flat says so with a laugh, almost as if making fun of the poor detective. ] I wonder if that has something to do with why you're like this. I know you won't tell me, but it's just so strange that I have to find out on my own! After all, you're so similar! You could totally pull off that 'good twin evil twin' trope with ease!
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You have been reading entirely too many pastiches, haven't you? As far as I'm aware, Holmes and I are not related.
[They are, however, soul linked...and honestly, Flat is extremely close to the truth there, even if Moriarty doesn't know it himself.]
But - feel free to try and wrest my secrets from me! You would not be the first to attempt, and I'll relish the challenge.
So long as you don't mind if I try to find your own, of course.
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[ flat sits back down on the couch, knife still in his hand like it’s more a toy than something that was just used as a weapon.
but when moriarty mentions trying to figure out his secrets, flat freezes for a moment, followed by a sigh. ]
That’s definitely unfair Professor. You probably have dozens of mysteries—you’ve lived for two hundred years after all! I’d say I have none, but you’ve already seen through that too, huh? Super unfair.
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[Dodging the comment about thinking about it (it has crossed his mind once or twice, another reason why he seems to shy away from using his true face), casually nibbling on the snacks he's brought out along with his tea.]
Though you're correct - I can tell you have quite a few secrets just from speaking with you in this small moment. Though I can't distinguish what they are just yet!
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[ flat says this earnestly, not appearing to be as bothered by the subject of his own secrets as much as he is about the fact that he is being withheld interesting information! ]
You must have so many stories to tell, after all! How come you were cut in half, for example? How did you make it here, out of all places? Do you need to sleep or eat?!
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[With a laugh, he moves on.]
I do not need to eat, no - in fact I don't feel hungry at, though I do eat out of habit and for my own pleasure. Sleeping, however - that, I cannot ignore. Much like any human, I can die from lack of enough sleep, and I tend to be of the nocturnal sort.
Finally, as to why I am here...well. I merely wanted something other than crime for a bit, and returning to teaching seemed entertaining enough.