Two adult men circle each other like wary cats, the post

[hatesdeerstalkers]

WHO: James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes, and you!
WHEN: Probably after the whole...murder discussion thing
WHAT: Two men have found their way, and as is normal for them, immediately start blaming and barking at each other. And then after the girls are done fighting, they'll be around snooping in the area.



[Today, there's...a commotion in the auditorium. Looking out from the hallway - or approaching when you were already inside - will give you an eyeful of what looks like two adult men - one tall, thin, and with slicked back black hair, and the other with a head of gray hair and a mustache - in high school uniforms warily circling each other while also apparently talking.

One of them - the older man - has a decent set of lungs on him, which is probably what drew you to look at the courtyard in the first place.]

"...Blaming me for this, Holmes? How very arrogant of you!"

[The tall man is shockingly pale, his eyes daring around then back at the short man, his movements harried, sounding oddly breathless when he retorts]

"Can one be blamed when you always seem to be on the edge if not right in the middle of suspicious incidents?"

"Surely you can't believe I'm responsible for all of this! Isn't it much more likely we both got dragged to some kind of Singularity?"

[A pause and an unreadable expression flits across the tall man - Holmes' - face. His arms folds over his chest, his right hand gripping his left forearm tightly in the process, shoulders hunching up]

"...It is possible."

[The older man gives a scoff, shaking his head.]

"Yes, because I just happened to find another demon pillar to team up with, and chose a school to do my dastardly plan in."

"Fine. You're probably not involved. And no contact from Chaldea..."

[The younger man paces, still tightly gathered into himself.]

"Can't rely on outside here..."

"At least you can make out that in your current state."

[The men continue to circle and bicker as they keep their eyes on each other, practically wearing out a path with their feet as they do so.

There's the feeling they're not going to stop until someone breaks them up...Or, maybe you should leave and try to catch them later, alone?]

((OOC: OKAY SO - Moriarty and Holmes will have Individual top levels with prompts you can hit up, if you don't want to be involved in their little weird circle dance up top. If you DO, then just comment to this post and we'll both reply!))

Comments

Sherlock toplevel

[improbablenotimpossible]

A After the fight
[When the stalemate between the two men broke off, the thin man practically scurries to a corner of the auditorium, exhaling sharply before inhaling, eyes squeezing shut as his hand slides over them. Steady his breathing, steady his heartrate - focus... why was he feeling like this?]

A minute, two – then he opens them, pulling the PDA from a pocket with trembling hands, examining the device, long, unsteady fingers dancing across the buttons and screens. He pauses in his investigation when he senses someone approaching, standing up straight and rolling his shoulders back – gathering himself to speak]

I suppose you have questions, and I have plenty myself… shall we try to answer what we can?

B Is that a corpse?
[After getting his bearings, he finds his way back to the case with the corpse, peering in closer, examining the entire case... frowning slightly as he looks at it and the marks on his wrist, what on earth?]

C. Wildcard

A

[dereban]

While I do have many questions about... [she gestures at everything around her] most of it can't be answered... yet. So you might as well start with your own questions, first.

Re:

[improbablenotimpossible]

[What an interesting necklace...]

Where to begin... may I see your wrist?

A

[commences]

What's there to question?

( though, there was something he noticed, and it was the way his hands trembled when accessing his pda. however, komaeda won't ask unnecessary things, and instead he'll focus on what stands out to him. he raises his left, mechanical hand that whirrs softly as it moves, and he points at the other. )

I hope you're not thinking trash like me is able to help you. ( he pauses, letting that sink in for the other before he carries on. ) Anyway, did something happen... you're shaking!

[improbablenotimpossible]

I suppose it's nerves - from finding myself in a place I am unfamiliar with, and no knowledge of how I arrived.

[He waves off the question]

Well... there is a great many things to question, I am not the sort that can exactly leave things be, and even a little scrap of information can prove be invaluable.

B!

[unsurely]

[ Gonna go with Saihara having missed the whole commotion from earlier, though he's maybe heard other students talking about it in passing, but anyway... he's just walking in for his own almost daily "stare at the body in the case for a while" routine, when there's someone already there.

It wasn't that odd during the first few days when it appeared, but by now... he's gotten used to there being nobody else when he comes to look. Everyone's kind of moved on from that being a novelty -- and even if the idea of getting used to a body feels a little concerning... it's also true there's not much they can do. Which is why it's not too difficult to notice there's something off about this person... come to think of it, has he ever even seen him before? There are a lot of people in the school so maybe he just doesn't remember it, but... ]

Ah... Is this maybe... the first time you're seeing this?

[ Because what's this interaction going to be if he's not out here using his talent to make deductions about the most famous detective in the world before he knows that's who this is and probably has an existential crisis. ]

Re: B!

[improbablenotimpossible]

...Yes,

[He answers, no longer feeling quite as on edge as he was earlier, glancing back at the young man that addressed him, green eyes flicking over]

And the strand of hair in there... I seem to have come to in front of this macabre display.

[ a time ]

[wolfetracks]

If you've found something already, certainly.

( of course they had questions- nothing about this made any sense, and it was enormously unpleasant at best. children dying and being put on display was icing o the Everything Is Awful cake. )

Sidney Wolfe. You?

Re: [ a time ]

[improbablenotimpossible]

I'm afraid I don't have anything that would be relevant to our situation currently...

[Bearings, settling - getting his head on straight, find the limitations of his place]

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

C

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[So. It's been - a bit, since their original appearance, and they'd separated from each other rather quickly.

But, eventually, Moriarty winds his way back to his nemesis, putting his arm on the doorway of...wherever Sherlock currently is.]

Are you occupied at the moment, or may I speak with you freely?

Re: C

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Sherlock had wandered up into the Art room, taking stock of what's available - useful tools, supplies... and worse. There's too much he doesn't know, he hates feeling like he doesn't know enough, and everything right now especially... gnaw at him. He glances up when he heard the familiar voice, taking a deep breath before turning around, leaning against one of the supply closets]

Go ahead.

Moriarty, Alone

[hatesdeerstalkers]

A - Bulletin board.

[After....All of that (which he just probably walked off from, screw it), Moriarty can be seen staring at the board - more specifically, at the Rules placed on it, rubbing his chin and muttering to himself.]

These rules....are they they same as...? But then, why...? Is it related to the reason why my 'Student Id Number' is 666666...?

[He seems lost in thought, but also like he might appreciate another perspective on the matter.

B - Wandering around

[Though, his thoughts about the rules doesn't keep him very long - he ends up wandering most of the school, clambering up the stairs and only Sometimes having to grab his back or take a seat on the stairs, grumbling to himself about his poor back and how he looks ridiculous.

Still, when you run into him in the halls, he gives a bright, polite smile - practically a fatherly aura coming from him as he gives a polite, victorian era bow.]

Hello there! I am still - Well, I wouldn't say acquainting myself with this area, but - I was wondering if you knew anything strange or interesting about this place we've all found ourselves in. I would appreciate also being pointed out towards anything that seems important to know, hahaha!

C - WILDCARD

[Got something you want to do? Hit me up!]

B

[dereban]

Depends on how you define 'strange' or 'interesting'.

[Even though he might be older than her, Inaba speaks rather casually, even if there's something about her stiff posture that shows that she's a little on guard, but don't worry: it's her, not him. Even if he is acting rather gentlemanly and ridiculous.]

A

[commences]

That's pretty unlucky.

( how long has komaeda been standing there eyeing the other, well that doesn't matter. instead, he's more fixed on the string of numbers the other called out — that's rather rare, but in a way also lucky. it's because what are the chances of someone obtaining a pda with that id? it could mean numerous things and as his thoughts go from one thing to the next, komaeda doesn't stop just there. instead, he glances at the list of the rules the older gentleman is paying attention to. )

Oh, but if you figured something out...

( his pale green eyes goes down the list of rules, and honestly, he's read them time and time again, and they never change. normally after a certain amount of time — as he knows it — there will be a new rule that allows their headmaster some leeway, but he guesses the vice principle isn't as cool or cruel as monokuma. he shrugs his shoulders, smiling at the other and finally he makes sure to wave — there are times where he has to try and be normal. )

There was a light at the end of the tunnel!

[ b time ]

[wolfetracks]

( sidney nods his head in return when the other greets him. it's a relief to see another adult on some level- but to be perfectly honest, it just made things more confusing. he isn't one for smiling, unfortunately, but he keeps an even and probably polite tone as he speaks. )

It's impossible to hear or make any sound within the library. Most are trying to accept it as an extreme take on rules about being quiet in the library or things like that. ( kids and adults alike will cling to the comfort of familiarity. ) Whatever it is doing that to the library, it also affects the whole school at... midnight, I believe?

B

[englisch]

Wow youre so old!! [ Diona says immediately with her eyes most wide. ] How did you even get into the school!?!? If you wanna know something cool the cats are hiding somethin I know!

Okay your turn, why are you old and how did you get into the school?

WILDCARD private meeting time, 4/26 after school

[tempingforatlas]

[As Moriarty's classroom vacates, the students and the teacher in a hurry to leave the school after the incident earlier that day, Ritsuka slips inside. Her face is creased with worry as she sits down (in a chair, backwards, like some kind of nerd) across from him.]

...Sherlock is probably too busy investigating what happened to Kouji to interrupt us.

I need to talk to you about. That. Too, but there's something else you wanted to discuss first, right?

LETS GO 4 WAY 4 WAY SOUND THE ALARMS

[loyalbreed]

I mean not to interrupt the quarrel between two great men - [ Gawain has yet to decide who they are. However the mention of Chaldea along with, the obvious Servant readings he was getting from the others - and the conversation in hand. Despite not being from Chaldea, with memories of the Moon Cell alone. The Knight could confer that the others were in fact. Servant like him. ] However, as it were. Perhaps I could be of some help?

Re: LETS GO 4 WAY 4 WAY SOUND THE ALARMS

[tempingforatlas]

There's a certain kind of voice that's common in large families. It's not the mom voice, or the older sister voice, or even the dad voice. It's the "I don't care how much older than me you are, this is getting really damn annoying" voice, only broken out in the most exasperating of situations.

That is the voice Ritsuka is using as she suddenly appears behind Holmes and Moriarty, her facial expression somehow communicating a deep, long-suffering sigh.

"Oi. Knock it off, you two.

"Not you, Gawain. You're a delight as always."

i summon both of u with my meager 10 roll

[extinctive]

Now, now - let's not fight.

[ hey kings, don't mind if a dashing doctor that also looks too old to be wearing a high school uniform intervene in the middle of this spat. he puts his hands between them, creating some space between the two. ​]

You guys are aware you're causing a scene in front of these kids, right? At least take it somewhere where you can both let off some steam. [ his smile is warm enough. ] We're transfer students, after all. We shouldn't make a huge fuss on our first day here.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Whomst??? the fuck??? Is this???

Moriarty stops yelling for a moment as this man suddenly comes into a very tense standoff, blinking in confusion.]

...I - Pardon me, but - who are you?

[closewithnewintown]

[ah, the comforting sound of grown men sniping at each other like children.

Stephanie had been coming into the auditorium because it's the most reliable place to sketch the black cat, but, hey, if someone is already using the space for some sort of game... and it does look pretty fun. so, she just inserts herself into their circling, humming a little bit under her breath. wheeeeeee.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[I mean he can give little lessons in trickery-

A pink haired child immediately inserting herself into their tense standoff sure has a way of making moriarty immediately shut up mid yell, whooboy.]

.....Ah.

launches a teenager directly at y'all

[silentabyss]

[Ah yes, two old men bickering. Perfect for Noah to listen in on for no other reason than morbid curiosity. To be frank, the yelling had caught his attention while he'd been wandering around looking for somewhere quiet to read that wasn't the uncanny sort of silence in the library. That's too quiet. This, naturally, is too loud, but Noah's interest is piqued. He can't just walk away now.]

So, which one of you did it?

[He's clearly not serious. It sounds to him like the two are trying to pin the blame on one another, and either he's going to find out who the culprit is by sheer happenstance, or he's going to... get involved in the life problems of adults? Noah wouldn't consider himself nosey by any means, but this is just too good to pass up.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Wh-

[He nearly pivots on his feet at the question - a young man asking. He looks between Moriarty and the stranger]

Likely neither of us...

[Despite his accusations earlier... he had to admit there was no evidence against the Professor.]