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You hung your coat on the back door; Intended to stay

Who: Moriarty and you!
What: Settling into the Academy...and maybe spooking an old rival.
When: August 13th, though mostly in the afternoon / night.
Where: All over!
Warnings: Nothing's coming to mind rn.

Outside the Savant Apartments and room 107

[If you're outside and near the apartments around 2-3pm, you'll catch sight of a Ulysses Butterfly fluttering around, almost looking as if it's searching for help.

Coming close enough will cause the butterfly - which is almost faintly glowing, and certainly feels magical - to fly over and tug on the nearest item of clothing on you, apparently trying to get you to follow it inside the Faculty apartments.

Will you follow it inside?]

Campus grounds

[Those who are eagle-eyed enough might have noticed the older looking man who's wandering on campus - he did show up briefly on the 12th, though he didn't wander. Today, though - around 5 or 6pm - he's clearly walking around, taking in the sights with those sharp blue eyes of his.

Coming close will have him give a friendly smile, and extend his hand out in a greeting.]

Hello! A pleasure meeting you - I am James Moriarty, the new Mathematics Professor. Might I learn your name?

On the Network

UN: 128Nemesis

Hello! Allow me to introduce myself - I am your recently hired Mathematics Professor, James Moriarty! I will be teaching class in the fall, from elementary math to college-grade. I also have some qualifications in Astronomy, though I won't be teaching that - but if you need someone to look at the stars for a bit, I suppose I wouldn't mind assisting! :)

I will also be available for help or tutoring if students need - though I merely ask you schedule at least 24 hours in advance in order to make sure there are no scheduling conflicts.

Speaking of Schedules, I am not a morning person - thus, all classes will most likely be in the afternoon or night, and on breaks, I will most likely be asleep until noon. I ask for your understanding in this.

My faculty apartment is 107, if you ever have any need to see me in person, and I will post my office hours after I have fully plotted out my class periods.

I look forward to this next school year!

-ps. If you happen to see blue butterflies on campus, do not be alarmed. They belong to me, and will not bring anyone harm.

Locked to Sherlock - night of the 13th

[Surely, he must have seen the network post - a James Moriarty, teaching Mathematics and having knowledge of Astronomy? It could be a massive coincidence, but...

His office has been fully moved into, things in their places - and the door is locked, lights off. No one's in this wing of the college, and though it seems empty and devoid of life...

...Why does it feel like someone's watching...?]

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Because you need to learn at least some semblance of the basics while you're here? :/

Edited 2019-08-13 01:51 (UTC)

Already went through high school before getting here, dude, pretty sure I don't need to involve myself in any more of that shit.

Then I can teach you the basics of college-level math.

Honestly, you might even enjoy it. Most teachers of the subject are absolutely terrible teachers who have no business even standing in front of a whiteboard, let alone attempting to teach.

Edited 2019-08-13 01:54 (UTC)

It's cute that you think I care that much.

If we all don't die in Nightfall, then I'm already spoken for elsewhere that isn't remotely college. You know, hunter bullshit and all that. [She's a lying sack of shit, since that was never actually told to her. Oops.]

I'd rather spend my time learning to control my abilities and do physical shit, thanks.

Ah, well. I suppose if I cannot convince you, then that's that.

[There's a pause.]

Still, it's a shame that you're uninterested. Is it, perhaps, because you're terrible at math? If so, then I apologize for even bringing it up. After all, we all have our strengths - yours must only lie in that 'physical shit' you spoke of earlier.

[She was going to leave it at that, until he comes back and she's immediately punching the damn wall of her dorm. Luckily not hard enough to really hurt her fist, but enough to where she can feel the sting of it.]

Nothin' to do with that, asshole. Just don't see the goddamned point if I'm not going to go off to some damn college or whatever. I don't get a choice in that one way or the other, family business or some shit.

So you have no desire to better yourself, because you have 'family business?' Ah, such a pity...I assume you're a slave to your family's desires, then? No mind of your own? My, how awful.

Very well, then. I will write you off as someone who is, unfortunately, a lost cause in all senses of the word.

Give me five minutes.

[Oh goddammit, Jolyne. What she means by that is she's going out there and is immediately stalking around to try and find this dickhead in the places that were described. Because, you know, when you can turn parts of your body into string, getting into places is easy.]

[Well, he is in his apartment - though as her string slides in, she might see him sitting calmly on his couch, looking...

...expectantly at the door, with a butterfly or two fluttering around his head.

Huh.]

[What the fuck, dude. Too bad her strings are also visible, but she's pulling those back and narrowing her eyes at the door. Before pulling it open pretty damn violently and narrowing her eyes at him.]

What the fuck. [Ignore Stone Free looming behind her. As always.]

Ah - So you've arrived.

[Again, he doesn't react much - no, it's like he knew this sort of altercation was going to happen.

He doesn't move from his sitting position, instead just looking directly at her.]

GreenDolphin, I assume?

[She's just casually cracking her neck with a small hum, that's not the best of signs with her. Enjoy probably getting a look at that birthmark on her neck/shoulder area too, Moriarty.]

If you wanna get formal, Jolyne Cujoh. But yeah, that'd fuckin' be me.

Miss Cujoh, then.

[He notes the birthmark, the stand, the way she's cracking her neck - gearing up for a fight, he thinks. As was typical with those like her.

He'd seen it a hundred times before - those thugs in the street, using violence to cover up insecurities and buried issues. She'd fallen so easily for his bait - yet, in the look in her eyes, he clearly saw that she was intelligent.

And so, while he's calm - he's also clearly still treating her with respect.]

It is pleasant to meet you in person, at the very least.

[What is he even up to? She's... not entirely sure what it is right now, but she's not seeming too particularly interested in backing down just yet. Those still fairly recent looking scars on her upper arms probably doesn't help her case, either.]

Let me guess, this was some plan to get me down here to talk face-to-face instead to try and convince me? [A little on the nose, that. But she's finally easing up a little bit and crossing her arms over her chest instead.]

Gotta admit, if that's the case, first time that's been used on me. 'Sides, don't think I'm really in the mood to punch an old guy today over some dumb shit. [It's not really worth her time and effort and he... doesn't seem bothered by the fact she was threatening violence not that long ago. No fun. And really fucking weird.]

Well - it worked, did it not?

[He laughs, before getting up - and motioning for her to sit down wherever she likes.]

Would you care for something to drink? I was about to make myself a spot of tea, personally.

[He doesn't even blink at her admission of punching - instead, just acting like she's a guest he personally invited over for a pleasant chat.]

Kinda, yeah.

[Eh, she can kind of appreciate the move. But she's moving to take a seat, not that she's remotely unsummoning her familiar. Nope, that's staying right there behind her, because she's grown accustomed to having it around more than anything else in this damn place.]

Just water's fine. [Tea is for old people and the British, so she can take a wild guess what this guy probably also is. Because she's an awful American and that's ridiculous.]

So why math?

[That's fine - his butterflies flitter around her as he moves to the kitchen, as if they're keeping an eye on her while their 'master' is busy. As he clatters around, gathering what he needs, he keeps talking.

Also yeah, he sure is british - that accent of his is absolutely not for show.]

Why math? ...Ah, you must mean in regards to what is normally taught here.

[He opens a cabinet.]

Why not Math? After all, it is something everyone must use - and it's often used in battle as well. Instinct alone will often lead to ruin, but a well aimed missile or magical spell may turn the tide of battle.

[Hilariously, if there's one thing she actually genuinely likes, it's butterflies. And she's distracted by them for the time being, just kind of offering a finger for them to land on if they want. She's not stupid, they're obviously some kind of familiar, but the sentiment remains the same.]

Some math is, sure, but it gets to a point where I don't really see a point in learning what's theoretical and not practical. I guess you could argue the same thing with different levels of physics, too. It's useful to use in figuring out how much force to put behind something and how much force is needed to stop in time on the spot you want, but then you get into theories and it's just... theories.

[One of the butterflies lands on that finger, gentle and delicately flapping in the way butterflies do at rest. Though, it feels less like a familiar, and more like...well, Moriarty himself.

Speaking of, he finally comes out of the kitchen, with a cup of - god forbid - iced tea for himself, handing the glass of water over to the younger woman.]

Yes, but theories keep the mind active. It is through theories that breakthroughs are discovered - and new technologies and ideas come forth.

[He takes out a cellphone, swiping on it effortlessly.]

After all, have you not considered how much 'theoretical' math went into the creation of devices like this? The programming needed for the screen to read a human finger - the OS that it works on, even the length and path needed for the chips to function inside.

Once, all the math that made up this was 'just theories' - but now, it is 'practical.' Even if you may never create or use it in your life, is not the knowledge itself something worth learning?

[He looks at her, head on - asking her this seriously, making it clear that he respects her intelligence.

And then, he chuckles.]

...Besides, it's a hell of a bragging right in the right circumstances.

[And he grins and winks at her at that.]

[That's... strange. But she can understand that feeling, Stone Free is much a part of herself despite being designated as a familiar. But it's all been something she's had to learn on her own through trial and error and looking at other familiars around the area. Her only other source of this was a crash course on what Stands kind of were and then the information gleaned from her time with her grand uncle.]

I... suppose so. It's been a while since I've had a reason to really use anything outside of a battle context anymore. You don't really question how phones work anymore, they've just become so commonplace that they're just fixtures in the world and you don't really know how to continue on without them around. A weird dependency, but it's grown to be such a staple in a short period of time.

[Goddammit, Moriarty. She's biting back a small bit of a laugh, of course this whole thing went off the rails. But there's something to be respected here.]

Indulge me for a second, these butterflies, they're something of a familiar, right? But more a part of your soul and body than a normal familiar would be, if that doesn't sound totally weird. I've only ever heard of one type of familiar having that kind of gravity to them.

Well, I suppose past generations would have said that about many other new technologies at the time. But, I suppose the real reason for teaching math here...is to give you students a sense that this Nightfall - the end of the world - will eventually pass due to your efforts.

And that when it does...you will have a future to get back to.

[There's something..a little sad in his voice when he says that - and she might get the feeling that the man in front of her is...well, feeling a little adrift in the world.

(He never did have a plan for what came after the Falls, nor any reason to make one. His survival was never in the cards.

...Yet, he still lives.)

But then it quickly fades as Jolyne asks him about his butterflies - and he blinks as one finishes flying and lands on his shoulder.]

Hm? Well, I suppose so - Truthfully, they're a bit...odd? I believe they're part of a spell - at least, that's what I thought - but I don't truly actively control when they appear. I can make them appear, certainly...but more often than not, they appear when they desire, or are meant to.

[Making a curious noise, he rubs his chin.]

They are certainly much more a part of me than their own 'selves', that much is for certain. I believe they may run on my subconscious, as they 'remember' things that I tend to forget - and while I can glean information from them, it is much more 'feelings' based than concrete details. The one on your finger seems quite content, for example.

...Still, feel free to enlighten me on this.

Can't say I have much of a future to look forward to, kind of a family thing at this point. I'd call it more of a curse, but what the fuck do I know, I'm only the... sixth one in our family line to end up in this kind of business. [Which probably sounds fucking weird as she's subconsciously rubbing at the birthmark at her shoulder blade. The more research she's done into it, due to a lack of anyone wanting to give her information, only brought more questions than answers at this point.]

... Honestly, yeah, that sounds fucking familiar. [She's musing on that for a moment as she's glancing back at Stone Free who is casually standing behind her and off to the side.]

From what I know about this shit, there's familiars that are just kind of ones you get through contracts and shit like this. Then there's like Stone Free behind me that are more connected to your soul, you control them like you can yourself. Or, well, some are like that, been told there's others that are more independent of yourself. Stands, is the term we were rolling with, evidently.

Can't say I know too much about the details of it since I literally only found out about all of this a few months ago. Kinda funny, some appear when you're young and others when you're older. Mine didn't show up until I pricked my finger on a goddamned pendant, but now she's just kinda there and comes and goes when I feel like it. Comes with some perks, too, but that's a weird case-by-case thing or what the fuck ever.

The sixth, hm? ..My condolences. While you do get used to it quickly, being thrown into the Supernatural is never an easy thing.

[Especially when you're drowning, but who's keeping track here.

Giving a low hum as he contemplates what she's saying, he ultimately shrugs, taking a sip of tea.]

It does sound rather familiar - and, well, I've never quite given them a name. 'Stands'...I assume because they normally stand behind you like that?

Tell me about it, didn't expect to be thrown into it while in prison, either. But, hey, I guess it put me in a better position than I was in, so little... weird mercies. [She has no idea, honestly, and is probably being a little too free with information at this point.]

Your guess is as good as mine on the naming stuff, that was... at least three family lines before me. [She has only the vaguest of clues with this stuff, it's not like she's really heard much to begin with.]

From what I gathered, there was some weird supernatural shit with my... I guess great-great-great grandpa and great-great grandpa and then it kinda developed in this Stand shit later? [She's lowering her voice a little, frowning as she slumps into the chair a bit.]

Dad didn't say much on it, only the basics. With some gaps filled in by some of the SPW members, since they have records of all that shit, I guess.

[He's silent again, nodding - though he does seem a little interested at hearing she was in Prison, it seems.

But when she mentions a Certain Foundation, he pays much more attention.]

Would that be the Speedwagon Foundation you're talking of? I have heard of them - are they related to your family?

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