IC INBOX FOR DAYBREAK

[hatesdeerstalkers]

James Moriarty
UN: 128nemesis

STATUS: Mathematics Professor ACCOLADES: PhD In Mathematics, Bachelors in Astronomy, Criminal Mastermind

BIO: Tutoring is available, though I do ask that you set it up with me to make sure that there will be no schedule conflicts for the both of us.

© TESSISAMESS

Comments

[strings_theory]

You free for some dumb shit?

[bolderfell]

[It doesn't take too much fishing for Therion to narrow down which of the faculty dorms belongs to the math professor. As soon as he deems it reasonably safe--there's never going to be no risk, not in his line of work, but it's long after noon and Moriarty ought to be teaching or holding office hours or something, doing calculus for fun, whatever--a nigh-unnoticeable Therion slips into the Savant apartments and starts in on #107's locks. Soon enough, he feels the mechanism click open under his fingers, and, slowly, silently, he eases the door ajar.

There, he pauses. Suddenly, this feels chillingly familiar. Half his nightmares this week have started just like this, right foot over the threshold to find nothing, nothing, and the fall.

But Therion swallows, exhales, opens and closes his hands, and forces himself into calm. He's awake, and he's done this a million times. The floor is right there. So, with all due superstition, he taps his knuckles carefully on the door for good luck, puts his right foot forward, and sneaks inside to see what's not nailed down or on fire.]

It's dumb-ass question time again!

[strings_theory]

Question.

Since you've been around for fucking ages and shit.

How much different is the word whore now than it was back then? Just curious.

For no reason what-so-ever.

Before the Galra plot

[bolderfell]

[Something like a month and a half has passed since Moriarty offered Therion his... what. Assistance? Tutelage? Sure. To be honest, Therion originally had no intention of taking him up on it. He had any number of reasons not to, and not the least of which was his pride.

Something's come up, though, and Therion needs to talk to someone--someone who already knows his lifelong profession. Since Moriarty already made the invitation, and since Jolyne independently endorsed his advising skills, Therion slips into the faculty apartments once again and knocks quietly on Moriarty's door.

Look. Office hours are for schmucks, and also for people who aren't a thousand times cagier and more suspicious than they need to be.]

After surgery recovery

[improbablenotimpossible]

There's something I found while examining our respective blood.

Are you sitting down?