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[deductions]

'Anonymous' can choose to reply should he find it kinder to do so.

A point of inquiry. Information is a foundation to my methods.
I cannot work with insufficient data so you're concise and honest inputs would be most appreciated.

Do not tarry with embellishments.

A show of hands, how many of you consider yourself part of the criminal class?
What have you done in Asgard or before your arrival?

I will take the answer of every petty thief and Napoleon of crime.
Take this as an open invitation to brag, if you will.

My only clause - Keep it interesting.

[[ OOC | Unless stated otherwise, all replies will be perma-anon; perma-text. ]]

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Now, now. Don't tease as you do. Regale me with a name at the very least. We shall see if the person in question is the same.

[sebasher]

Oh, after you. I insist.

encrypted 10% - it's all he can manage sob

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{ he needs to give a handle. hmm a form of anonymity. ]

Pseudonym to comfort you. Call me, Gregson Lestrade.

Now who are you referencing?

Moran can't even manage to crack a 10% encryption alright :[ Not if he can't shoot it.

[sebasher]

[Oh, he can play that game too.]

Then call me Colonel Algernon Arbuthnot.

[An afterthought:]

III.

[Yeahhh, now we've got a badass up in here.]

Calling him the Napoleon of Crime doesn't do any justice for what he really is. I'm not referencing a criminal. I'm referencing crime itself. Crime personified, and when you get right down to it, the entire world probably works for him without even knowing.

If I spoke his name, you'd likely soil yourself.

[deductions]

Then we are of course, both referencing the magnificent, James Moriarty. Colonel Abuthnot the III. Consider my trousers not in the least bit soiled. Oh this does beg the most inricate of questions as to whether or not we're from the same world.

[sebasher]

Then you're a stronger man than the whole of London.

Perhaps we are from the same world, perhaps we aren't. I'm leaning toward the perhaps we aren't option, but I suppose that all hangs on how you know Moriarty. He doesn't have chums, I know that. [Do you, Moran?] Bitter ex-pupil, perhaps? He has a few of those. Or maybe you're a common criminal tired of your pursuits being stolen right out from under your nose.

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I will take that title and wear it on my sleeve, sir.

Or perhaps we are of the same world and I am none of those things. Ah, this is the fall of anonymity. There is one thing made evident by the construction of your sentences. They are coated with the utmost respect. Your identity can be deduced - you make that obvious but to regale you with trifles will let you know who I am. I'm surprised that you have inferred bitterness and villainy from our communications.

[sebasher]

There isn't a man, woman or crook on earth who has met Moriarty and hasn't found a reason to be bitter toward him. And the way you talk, I can only assume you've met him. Do you find him the slightest bit agreeable?

But come now, chum. Deduce it if you believe you truly can. If you don't, I'll be awake all night desperate for the things I don't know about myself that you so clearly do. Would you really deprive a man of his sleep, sir?

HI. >u >

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Perhaps bitterness isn't the proper word to employ.

[ there Is perhaps a tinge of admiration, a tinge of respect and somewhere there should be something akin to fear. James Moriarty is the most elusive of men and even Sherlock had yet to make acquaintance. But he turns his attention to things he is sure of. ]

Your identity is a most obvious one. We may possibly be from the same world but there are a number of discrepancies that make me hesitant to say that. Firstly, the first moment of our correspondence. 'He isn't here' takes quite the tone of familiarity. Of someone used to interacting with our favourite puppeteer. The use of psuedonyms were an apt test in manners.

If we were from the same world you would have realised that the pseudonym employed was a diminutive of two 'highly respected' inspectors of scotland yard - Lestrade and Gregson. Should we be from the same world the names should have pinged you on some level. While that terrible name rings unfamiliar to me, a fact I would so kindly like to point out is the use of title. 'Colonel'.

Now who could possibly be a Colonel with the highest regards to Professor Moriarty, chum?

Psh. Who invited you?

[sebasher]

Damn. You're a sharp. [He really can't deny it. They're all obvious details, but this man has obviously been paying attention and hasn't been making dead-eye guesses.]

I'm acquainted with the Scotland Yard inspectors, but not acquainted well enough to recall their names. There's not much of a point, is there? Wonderfully incapable lot.

As for your question, allow me a moment to think. Professor Moriarty has a countless number of people working for him. I'm certain more than one of those men are Colonels. [Lol Sebastian stop it you're horrible at this.] Though, perhaps you're looking for Colonel Sebastian Moran. Brilliant shot, completely fearless. I'm an enormous fan of his written works. A shame they're so difficult to find. [Sebastian, stop. Anon time is over. You've given yourself up.]

[ 1/ 2 ]

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[ oh my god. ]

[ are you serious. Holmes is just gonna stare at this message for a bit. ]

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[ Finally. ]

Attach your name. This charade is pointless.

[sebasher]

[Aw, man. You ruin everything, Sherlock. Or you will, because he has no idea who you are right now. BUT ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. Let him de-anon.

Victorianly.]

Hello, chum.

/DE-ANONS VICTORIANLY. omfg.

[deductions]

You're a terrible writer for the record. You tend to embellish.

The only way to de-anon is VICTORIANLY.

[sebasher]

I only embellish what deserves to be embellished. Heavy game of the Himalayas and the guns used to bring them down deserve embellishment.

Sherlock Holmes, is it? Which one, then? The thin one or the ungroomed one or some other version?

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The one worth mentioning. Take that as you will.

The other one, while not unremarkable is a terrible cheater. Deduction is an art and his use of technology has cheapened it so.

[sebasher]

[Use of technology...well, the ungroomed one was closer to his time period, so.:| His best guess.]

Ungroomed, then. There I go, chum. Deducing with the best of them.

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Pardon? I am groomed as I please, Chum.

[ R U D E ]

[sebasher]

[NO. Just blatantly honest. Sometimes. It depends on the subject.]

Come now, chap. No need to embellish. [He's still mad about that alright Holmes his writing is fine.]

[deductions]

We've never met in person. You cannot articulate a proper
assessment of my grooming from a brief "video" - whatever
that means.

[sebasher]

Marvelous. I couldn't give less of a damn.

How do you know Moriarty?

[Look, he can't get anything out of either Watson or thin Sherlock and Moriarty has never been one to fill him in on plans or people in any significant manner. He really needs to know.]

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I do not. I know of him. I know of his work. I am well acquainted with every line drawn on the maze he creates of London's villainy. His capacities, perhaps even his motivations.

He is a shade that is constantly overcast. A beacon of something remarkable sated by villainy.

A truth for a truth, chum.

[sebasher]

Makes you heart soar, don't it?

[deductions]

Not as much as it makes yours.

[sebasher]

And you haven't even described it as gloriously as it deserves.