001. ᴀɴᴏɴ ᴛᴇxᴛ.

[considered]

Good afternoon, Asgard.

Let us begin with a swift inspection of common knowledge.

What force are the Gods themselves subjected to?

Hint:

ἀνάγκᾳ δ’ οὐδὲ θεοὶ μάχονται



p.s: Mind your breathing when you go outside. It might prove to be unpleasant.

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[tigers]

[ Joke's on you, pal. This one hasn't a clue about the Arsenal; they won't be formed for another year in his time. His obsession lies with tigers and firearms and his facial hair. He is a charming individual indeed.

Unfortunately, he isn't getting "Moriarty" from this quite yet. If he had, he'd be shutting up. ]

Ain't nothing sore or lost about it, chummy. It's the truth, ain't it? Your sort like to play clever with your deductions and your ciphers when really, all you're doing is rattling off nonsense. I'd wager damn near anything that bit of code is little more than a grocery list or a recipe for plum pudding.

[ Just because you can't read it, Moran.... ]

[considered]

[ she liked you better sans hair and with an affection to soccer thank you very much. also hdu insult the higher culture moran. ]

first mistake.

that is not a code. At least, not one of my own.

It is merely a greeting.

[tigers]

[ He knows a bit about the higher culture. He's read philosophers--and disagreed with most of them. He's read poetry--and critiqued it viciously. He isn't an unintelligent man, but he is a very dumb man all the same. If he took a moment to look, he might notice that the message is in Greek, not code.

But he isn't going to do that.

ACTUALLY, give him a moment. ]

Holmes, you really must stop attempting to be anonymous. You've always been rubbish at it and you're still rubbish at it.

[unpuzzling]

It seems you have me, after all. I wished to see how people would respond to it without their already apparent and present assumptions regarding my name. Forgive me, Moran. You truly are too sharp for me.

[He acts without remarking to Moriarty that he intends to.

This is how he directs himself here, after all.]

[tigers]

[ He really is expecting a different Holmes, but hey--"Sherlock Holmes" still shows up twice on the list of travelers. With no face to prove him otherwise, why wouldn't this be the Holmes with the poor hygiene? ]

Apology accepted to some extent, old chap. Brilliant that you've finally come to see the truth.

[unpuzzling]

People promote these 'social experiments' quite often. You can't blame me for attempting one of my own.

Still, I suppose I could have been subtler. I was found out, after all.

[tigers]

Certainly not. Though, perhaps I can blame you for trying this particular "social experiment" for the third time in a row. Good god, how uncreative can you be?

[unpuzzling]

Three times, is it?

It appears my memory's failing me these days. Too many deaths in Asgard. Such a tricky thing.

[tigers]

You know damn well it's been three times.

[unpuzzling]

This is where we're at an impasse, Moran. There is not one, but three Sherlocks here. So three times. It does help the repetition, at least.

[tigers]

Oh, good god. Three of you tossers in one city? I'm surprised the gods can bear it. Which are you, then? We have cheekbones, poor personal hygiene, and a mystery Holmes on our plate, it would seem.

[unpuzzling]

Tattoos.

[tigers]

Mystery Holmes, then. It would seem you're no better at disguising your identity than your counterparts, old chap.

[unpuzzling]

Your wisdom aside, I otherwise consider it a successful experiment.