Week 7 - Watanuki + two servants

[foundfate]

[HEY SO

When two old men losers decide to share mana with a Witch to try and get him to wake up, guess what happens?

If you guessed "it works", then you would be wrong! But instead of Watanuki waking up, both Sherlock and Moriarty can get pulled right into Watanuki's dreams, where he is waiting underneath a familiar tree. The shop is nowhere to be found, though.]

Words cannot describe how utterly baffling that dream was.

[Yeah. Let's start there.]

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[improbablenotimpossible]

[With a pop, Sherlock materializes, immediately landing in a more formal sitting position, feet tucked under him.

At the comment about the dream, there a small, almost mortified sound]

It's complicated....

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[In stark contrast, Moriarty just.

Fucking falls out of the air and lands - where else? - on his back.

Please hold as the old man makes dying noises.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He gives a sympathy wince as Moriarty lands, giving a side glance over as he waits for the man to recover]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

G...Guh....

[Finally, he manages to straighten up, crossing his legs as he sits on the ground like a Western man would.]

...WHY DID I FALL FROM THE AIR INTO HERE?!

[foundfate]

[He's just. Watching all of this happen.

And then he turns to Sherlock and does a stage-whisper to him that Moriarty can totally hear:]

Is this the part where I say that cheesy 'did it hurt when you fall from heaven' thing? Because comparing him to Lucifer seems fitting right about now.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He glances over and stage-whispers back]

He'll probably have a complete fit if you do that.

[Holmes almost added 'the man has a habit of falling anyways']

[hatesdeerstalkers]

DON'T THINK I WON'T SHOOT YOU, WITCH!!

[foundfate]

You know, the last guy who shot me ended up becoming my personal Furniture. You might not want to risk that.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He clears his throat, closing an eye]

We are getting rather off-track here.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[He just grumbles, leaning back and shooting them both a glare.]

Whatever! What was it that you wanted to speak with us about?

[foundfate]

[Thanks Sherlock, you're the best catherder.]

I'm going to stay asleep for a little while longer yet. Your mana has been helpful- thank you for that, by the way- but I don't want to waste it just staying awake if it's not needed.

I can hear what people say around my body. If something happens and you need me, come say so.

...and if all three of us are going to share dreams now, then I don't want to hear any shit about it. I can't control my dreams, they just happen.

[improbablenotimpossible]

Understood. So you will act much like a panic button.

[At the mention of sharing dreams, he gives a quiet nod, before quietly adjusting how he's sitting]

And in hindsight, we both should have expected that to happen.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Moriarty also listens, though he grumpily props his chin on his hand.]

I hardly think we'll be sharing dreams, but I wouldn't be surprised if a path has been opened through the mana transfer.

...Bah! This is why Magecraft is intolerable!

[He huffs, then continues.]

Still, now you know something no one else knows - the perspective of the Falls from the two men who lived it.

[foundfate]

You say that, and yet I still can't come up with the words that accurately describe just how over-the-top and Extra both of you are.

[Is he shaming them? Yes. Yes he is.]

I also need you to keep the living from revealing Nirrti's name to her until the right moment. If she hears it too soon, she may reject it. She needs to be ready to receive it before it can be said.

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He at least does have the decency to at least appear to be a bit embarrassed by the call out]

It's the nature of it to have your Spirit Origin influenced by being seen as characters in a story - but of course, I'll make sure to get it right to them they need to wait.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[What is shame - he just dramatically places both of his hands on his chest at that accusation.]

Ha! Should I be ashamed of what I do? Absolutely not! I am James Moriarty, the Napoleon of Crime! Acting the way I do is my right!

[And then he laughs, because of course he does.]

[foundfate]

You should be ashamed of making people cry because they think you're disappearing when you're actually just being a shithead!

[But yes, they're getting off-track.]

...but thank you for the mana. And thank you for passing the message along to them.

[improbablenotimpossible]

He's got a point there.

[There's a quiet hint of amusement at Moriarty getting lectured]

Before our time ends, is there anything else we might need to know? Even if it seems trivial.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

I WAS TRYING TO LIGHTEN THE ATMOSPHERE!

[WHAT IS SHAME??? OR BEING SCOLDED, HE'LL YELL BACK AT YOU HE AIN'T AFEARED OF WITCHES]

...You're welcome, however.

[foundfate]

I may need to use your final command seal at some point. If I need to, would you prefer to be returned to the Foundation, or back to your world?

[Moriarty gets no choice, trash grandpa is stuck.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He sighs, before standing up to his full height]

Much as I would prefer to return to the Chaldea, I think I should go to the Foundation first, I can't in good conscience ignore what's going on.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Always on the path of Good, hm?

[There's a moment, before he nods to himself.]

...Witch, let me go to the Foundation when all of this is over as well!