WEEK 4 - VENUS FLYTRAP

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Another week dawned.

But after the events at the trial, more than a few people would have wanted for time to stop still.

In this game, even unshakable loyalties....could be broken.🗈

If that were the case, then what was stopping even more horrible crimes from happening this thursday night?
And they knew they could do nothing to stop it from happening.

...Still, they had to continue the game, until one or both of the Witches admitted defeat, or the game itself came to a close.

Yet, they also felt as if something might change. Some big reveal felt as if it was just around the corner....but for now, it seemed as if they had to play the waiting game.

No matter how awful that felt.

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His Room

[improbablenotimpossible]

[The source of the scream also contained a note in a very familiar handwriting:

You really should know better than that.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[HOOOOOOOOOOOLMES HE'S GOING TO MURDER YOU

....Whenever he can get out from under all these books!!! Why didn't you clean your damn room better!!!]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[There's foot steps coming towards the room, and the doorknob turns, and opens - the room's owner leans against the doorway, arms folded over his chest]

And just what were you doing in my room?

[Oh he knows why]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[MUFFLED BRITISH SWEARING AIMED DIRECTLY AT HOLMES AND WHATEVER WOMAN HAD THE MISFORTUNE TO BRING HIM INTO THIS WORLD

that's it, that's your answer.

Though he does have a certain book in his hand...

In his shock, he automatically grabbed it.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Really? My mother?

[And there it is, he walks over, and goes to fetch it out of his hands]

And you really made a mess here.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Just fucking moves the book out of his hands, like a petulant child half covered in books, as he groans and manages to shove the volumes off of him.]

Only because you apparently can't be bothered to not leave haphazard piles of volumes everywhere! Augh, my back...

[He carefully cradles the book to his chest, glaring.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He does pick up the offending box and places it on the desk, along with a few of the books. The almost petulant way Moriarty is acting is funny]

Be fortunate it's my room and not the others, they boobytrapped theirs.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

I should have known you'd put in a trap a schoolboy could have come up with.

[...Moriarty, you still fell for it. Still, since Sherlock isn't trying to yank it out of his hands, he looks at the purloined volume carefully, running a finger along the indentation.]

....So this is where that coin goes, hm? I wonder if there's a mechanism inside the cover to slide the coin out of view once it's been placed.

[He opens the book - and blinks as he flips through the pages.]

...That's rather interesting.

[improbablenotimpossible]

It still worked - sometimes the simple solutions is the most efficient.

[He looks over as Moriarty flicked through the book, ready to take it back if the man tries to make a run for it]

Curiosity satisfied?

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[He's not going to just run with the book, wow!! For one, he's old and his back is already aching from the sudden fall.

But he taps on the pages with a finger.]

...Yes, indeed.

[He absentmindedly hands it back over, though he's apparently deep in thought.]

...Namtar, was it....?

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He peers at the pages very briefly, noticing the way Moriarty's demeanor has changed]

It was.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

...Do you remember any other 'demons' who came here before I did?

[improbablenotimpossible]

Kabandha and Arunasura, they were both 'Akira Kurusus' in appearance. But they are both from Hindu legends, and Namtar is from Mesopotamian myth.

1/??

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[He nods, quietly.]

...I see. Then -

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

done

[hatesdeerstalkers]

-Well then! I'll be off now, Holmes. Return all these books to the library sometime, won't you?

[He seems like a jovial old man as he gets up - groaning about his back, of course - before turning to leave for the door.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[And that look and the pointed questions, Moriarty has certainly found something out]

Hold it, where you are planning to go - besides getting ice?

[He knows there's no way Moriarty will share what he found out unless it's to rub it in his face, and it would be a little early for that, but he will make the attempt]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Why, Holmes! It almost sounds like you suspect I'm going to do something.

[LOOK AT THIS SHIT EATING GRIN.]

All I plan on doing is getting ice - oh, and watching you stumble about, of course.

[improbablenotimpossible]

Given our history, you would think something is wrong if I am not questioning your movements.

[He answers with an equally shit-eating grin]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

You always are infuriating like that - good to see that even these circumstances haven't dulled that mind of yours any less.

[And with that, he starts hobbling out of the room, though -]

I look forward to the trial this weekend! Give me another show like you did the last one! Wahahaha!!

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Well, he'll be doing some more research later]

[keydomhearts]

[ Guess he can't really book it out of there huh ]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Pan I swear to god I will kill you irl]