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hatesdeerstalkers) wrote2019-08-22 01:23 am
hatesdeerstalkers) wrote2019-08-22 01:23 am
FLAT AND MORIARTY'S EXCELLENT ADVENTURE(F/SF AU)
[Fate itself could be changed by just the tiniest of motions. Just the smallest of differences had a massive effect on what should happen.
And in this massive universe, perhaps - just perhaps, there existed a mere timeline where, instead of the prize for sending in a survey card being a knife signed by Jack the Ripper...it was something relating to another famous British 'hero.'
Yet, things still continued the same. Flat Escardos still went over to america, and fiddled with the 'relic' he had been given, and then -
Suddenly, in front of him - was a man in a pinstripe suit, with a strange, black and blue cape, a pair of glasses on his face and a strange cane in his hand.]
...So, you have -
[And then, he paused.
Because of a few very, very pertinent details.
One: This was during the day.
Two: This was in FULL VIEW of multiple people, most likely ones who had already seen him, hopefully not when he quite literally popped into existence.
Three: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HIS SAINT GRAPH AND WHY IS HE A BERSERKER?!
With these details in mind, James Moriarty - The Napoleon of Crime, the vaunted rival of Sherlock Holmes, the only man said to hold a candle to him - quickly did what he had to.
And that was to put on a smiling face, clapping his hand on Flat's shoulder as if they knew each other - no, as if they were related from the level of fondness that he was displaying.]
Ah, there you are! I'd wondered where you'd gotten off to - let's continue on our walk, shall we?
[Though his voice was light, pleasant, and friendly - the way his hand tightened on Flat's shoulder made it very clear that disobeying was not an option.]
And in this massive universe, perhaps - just perhaps, there existed a mere timeline where, instead of the prize for sending in a survey card being a knife signed by Jack the Ripper...it was something relating to another famous British 'hero.'
Yet, things still continued the same. Flat Escardos still went over to america, and fiddled with the 'relic' he had been given, and then -
Suddenly, in front of him - was a man in a pinstripe suit, with a strange, black and blue cape, a pair of glasses on his face and a strange cane in his hand.]
...So, you have -
[And then, he paused.
Because of a few very, very pertinent details.
One: This was during the day.
Two: This was in FULL VIEW of multiple people, most likely ones who had already seen him, hopefully not when he quite literally popped into existence.
Three: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HIS SAINT GRAPH AND WHY IS HE A BERSERKER?!
With these details in mind, James Moriarty - The Napoleon of Crime, the vaunted rival of Sherlock Holmes, the only man said to hold a candle to him - quickly did what he had to.
And that was to put on a smiling face, clapping his hand on Flat's shoulder as if they knew each other - no, as if they were related from the level of fondness that he was displaying.]
Ah, there you are! I'd wondered where you'd gotten off to - let's continue on our walk, shall we?
[Though his voice was light, pleasant, and friendly - the way his hand tightened on Flat's shoulder made it very clear that disobeying was not an option.]
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[He stares at his Master uncomprehendingly for a bit - just in time for the connection to be cut off, and he's shocked out of his surprise.]
....That, or their Noble Phantasms destroyed them. With the amount of power being shown, I'm not surprised.
[With a sigh, he wanders out, sitting on the bed.]
Still - knowing what we're up against, this war will be...complicated, to say the least. Though I have some power at my disposal, it's not something like what we just saw. So, we'll have to be much more..intelligent about this, much more secretive.
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[ flat's not really paying attention to moriarty at this point, putting him on a second plane as he continues to stare at where the feed was. in his head, he's running calculations, his thoughts racing.
the idea that it was the joint noble phantasms is something that most magi would consider, but it doesn't seem to convince flat.
but maybe it doesn't mean anything. maybe it's something they can ignore for now.
so he turns back, smiling. ]
Right! I should probably start thinking on how to ask them to befriend us. The more convincing we are, the easier it'll be to get them on our side!