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[Something is wrong.

No, everything is wrong. She has memorized the letter, and she's tried interrogating that faceless woman, to no avail. She can't access any of her information circuits, and she can't detect any hint of outside interference with her inner sensory functions. There isn't a possibility of hallucinations, either, only leaving one truth: this isn't the Ritz hotel, or London, or even England. This is an entirely new country, an entirely different world. And judging from the letter, she won't be permitted to return until her task is complete: "To bring life to the world"...

Ridiculous. A doll of steel, functioning only by the artificial chemicals in her veins and the grinding of gears, can't lend vibrancy to a city, any more than she can color the unchanging gray skies. A worthless sky, and a worthless city befitting it. Faceless people, people lacking identities and selves―they make up a worthless population. She has no interest in them.

She will have ample opportunities to gather information, at least. But she isn't going to reveal her face so quickly, not when anyone could be watching.]

I am looking for a certain individual. Black hair. Blue eyes. He wears all black clothing, and is distinguishable by a patch over his right eye. If anyone knows of this man, I am to be informed of his location immediately.

[The next part is added as an afterthought, a few moments later:]

Additionally, if there are any ports available which can accept recharge cables, it would be most convenient.

-S. Moran

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[Sebastian is still trying to figure out this whole bracelet thing. The modern technology baffles him and he's avoided responding to much on the network--until this shows up. "S. Moran", eh? Moran is a common, Irish surname, but after his conversation with the Moriarty that is clearly not the aging maths professor he's familiar with, Sebastian has already learned not to overlook these things.

His messages are brisk and not nearly as eloquent as he'd like to make them, but the method of getting text across here ties up his fingers too much to bother. They still get the point across.]

Your full name and the name of this individual?

[That gives her pause for a moment, but if it were anyone with a vendetta against her, or even any familiarity with her at all, they would have instantly known the man whom she's referring to. Names are harmless enough information to divulge, so she responds swiftly.]

Sebastian Moran.

I am looking for James Moriarty.

[Black Cloth, black hair, and a distinguishable eye patch, there's just one man Mary can think of that fits that description. The one person she's been yearning to meet again so much. And so even without her golden eye's power, she can tell who's behind this message, the woman she never thought to be able to meet again. Despite her penchant for writing, the girl struggles to find the right words before settling down with a short, simple sentence. There are just so many things she wants to say to the other woman, but what matters right now is that they meet. So Mary can truly confirm that it is Moran here]

He's not here, but please, tell me where you are right now, Moran.

-Mary Clarissa

[Mary. To hear from the girl is both a relief and a curse. It would have been easier, safer, if Mary had been back home, beneath M's watch, living in relative security. But it will be also convenient to continue her observations here.

Stil...that brings up another contradictory detail. She hadn't spoken with Mary recently, not after Jane Doe had offered to live with her, but it had surely only been a few weeks, at most. M would've said something. She would've known, had the golden-eyed girl vanished. She must be a new arrival as well. Taken, just like her.

And the knowledge that her master is absent isn't any easier to swallow, either. Without Moran there, and without Mary, that witch could get as close to M as she likes...]

I am outside Heimdall House. I have been "assigned" there.

culd u be more speciffick?? sry their r lots of guys who where black around hear!! & more eyepatches then u wuld think;

- tidus

He goes by the name of M. He is exceptionally tall. Not unusually muscular. Have any of these men with eyepatches mentioned a girl with a golden eye?

-S. Moran

gah sry cant think of ne... & their r lots of girls w/ golden eyes" good luck "tho :)))

lemme no if u need nethin else tho; but ring or vid cuz my righting? is awful!.

- tidus

[Her intuition confirmed, at least, partially, Mary breathes a sigh of relief. Sending a quick reply, the girl then closes the device.]

Thank you. I will be there right away.

[Although the situation isn't as urgent as when she has first arrived where she struggled to find Charlie, Mary still runs as fast as if she was in that Dark city anyway. Moran, the one who had sacrificed everything for her Master, had given Mary the strength that was needed to stop the Sharnoth plan and more importantly, save that man from his own despair. There really weren't any words she can say to express her gratitude toward the woman that she have never expected to see again in her life. Upon seeing the other woman in front of the Heimdall House, Mary rushes toward her, trying to grasp something, anything that reaffirms Moran's existence.]

Moran! You're... really here.

[...Multiple golden eyes? She would have to look into that, soon.]

It is fine. I had already been informed of his absence. However, I wanted to gather any possible reports from others, before entirely dismissing the possibility.

In the event of needing to contact me, a visual feed is preferrable.

-S. Moran

[Mary's intense, utter relief when she sees her is surprising, the gesture of taking her hand within her own even moreso, although she doesn't move away. Perhaps finding herself in a new land has deeply alarmed or upset her, so much so that she is eager to cling to any sign of familiarity.]

Yes. Mary Clarissa Christie. I arrived less than a half of an hour ago.

[ you might notice the caller id read 'Jim Moriarty', Moran ]

You won't find him.

[Truly pleased with the fact that Moran is truly here in front of her, Mary can finally relax, taking a moment to regain her breathing. Still holding the other woman's hands, Mary isn't too shocked to learn that Moran has just recently arrived. The way time works in Asgard is quite different, after all.]

I see... It's been almost a month for me since I've arrived here, I think.

[Normally, she would have continue with the details of this place, but for now, that will have to wait. She has to say the words that she's been hoping to express since that night first.]

But thank you, Moran, for... everything. I'm so glad to see that you're all right.

Yes. I'm aware of that.

[...That name. M certainly never goes by Jim, and she's been assured repeatedly that her master isn't here, as bitter and unpleasant a truth that is.]

Tell me your real name.

[ he grins, there was a reason he replied to this and it was the name on her caller ID. so wonderful so wonderful. ]

James Moriarty. Hi.

[A man clothed in black, with an eyepatch and a single blue eye. It was unlikely, considering how many people she had met from other worlds since arriving here. However, the possibility certainly existed that he was the same man she met at the Gates of Tartarus last year.

Her wish had been granted here, it seemed, even though she was unable to complete the terms of her contract. If she met him here, should she express her thanks, or...?

Furthermore, what did this person need with recharge ports?]

A black-haired man? If you could be more specific, that would be a great help.

[A month? ...No. Impossible. Her master may be uninterested in everything, but the one person he is interested in, Mary, would never escape his notice if her absence had been that long. Although, truthfully, without his usual means of surveillance, and relying only on Jane for reports, it is a slim possiblity...

After all, time could not simply stop, not unless the Zothique Plan succeeded. And it would, in time. But not yet.

The deep words of gratitude only further confuse her. But it's not her concern; she has always expressed gratitude over the smallest things, always too naive. Too ignorant. Too soft-hearted. Treating her like a human.]

No. There is no need to thank me.

No. There is only one James Moriarty. You are not my master.

You are an imposter.

[A bold accusation, but one she has absolutely no hesitancy in making. The identification tags are false, this man is a liar. A fake. He thinks he can impersonate M? A poor attempt, if ever.]

I have been assured that the chance of meeting him here is very low. However, if you require further description, he is called M.

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[Oh, aren't we all?

Sebastian can't help but scowl a little at his bracelet when the message comes in. When the whole "multiple versions of the same person" thing was explained to him, he was initially concerned that he wasn't important enough to exist in other worlds. Now he realizes that he is important enough and he's almost jealous. What if this version of him has a better aim or a longer track record or anything similar?

Either way, does this new Moriarty want to be found? He'll make himself known if he does. Besides, he goes by Jim, and he's sorely lacking in an eyepatch. The mental image actually slays him.]

Won't find him here.

However, look through the list for your name. May find a surprise.

[Well. She was right, after all. But would could this person's relationship with that man be?]

M?

I haven't met anyone here with that name or appearance. How would you prefer to be contacted, if I do see him?

Yes, there is. Back in that dark place, you helped me find Charlie and told me to save him despite the... condition you were in. If it weren't for your and Jane's feelings, I would have never been able to do it.

[Sensing some confusion from Moran's part, Mary assumes that it was due to the fact that she mentioned on how long she had been here. Still, Mary has to respond to Moran's rejection of her thanks before addressing it. It's something that the girl has to say no matter what, after all.]

And I'm not quite sure what's going on either, but it seems that time works in a different way in Asgard. There seems to be people from various eras, countries, and even... worlds gathered here somehow.

[How could this person know whether M is or isn't here? He has no proof, and Moran has no reason to believe him. For all she knows, he might very well be here, but keeping himself concealed.]

Yes. My name is repeated twice.

However, the technology here is inferior to that of my world's. It is simply an error.

[...Again. Moran won't admit she had any hopes that she might have received a different answer this time, and simply types back a short message.]

Speaking through the bracelet's visual feed is advisable. I am also residing in Heimdall, if you wish to meet in person.

[Inferior? Really? It's miles ahead of what's going on in London in this Moran's time.]

My name is repeated twice.

Col. Sebastian Moran making your acquaintance.

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