Try and Keep Awake.

Joanna Moriarty, consulting criminal. Why don't you sit down and chat with me for a while? ((Fem!Moriarty indie RP blog. I'll rp with anyone! You don't even have to be a rp blog, just pls talk to me because I'm lonely ;w; also I am on mobile so I can't format like I used to but I'll do my best! Mun is over 21.))

[morinokunikara]

go in my inbox and describe me im terms of “op literally ____ but go off i guess”

[hunterraiehorror]

Re-blog if you're accepting anonymous asks from anyone about anything

[prplzorua]

Go for it

[superapplepie]

Omg please. I love getting asks.

[carolsergeyevna]

*Insert Catchy Starter Here*

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” The older woman asks, her voice stern. She has an antique gun leveled at you.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Oh, you found me~” Joanna giggles almost childishly, not even flinching at the gun pointed at her. “Who I am isn’t nearly as interesting as who you are. I just had to come and meet you myself. As for how I got in, that’s my little secret~” Her tone is teasing, and she steps closer, her wide dark eyes betraying that there’s something not quite right about her.

[carolsergeyevna]

“Leave now.” Carol says a hint of fear and rage in her voice. “You may enjoy scaring harmless old ladies, but I doubt the police will find it quite as charming.” Her gun never moves.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“The police?” She scoffs. “Boring.” Then she smiles. “I highly doubt you’re harmless. You have a gun pointed at me. I bet you’re a crack shot with it, aren’t you, Dr. Sergeyevna? Your hand isn’t even shaking. You’re obviously confident with it. Where did you even get that? It looks at least as old as you.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“What did you call me…?” Carol asks, the fear in her eyes melting into disbelief. “I don’t know anyone by that name.” Her grip on the gun tightening. The air in the room beginning to smell of Lavender.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Mhm. Sure. Why do the bad liars always think they’re good ones? You and my dear Sherly both.” She hums and fiddles with her braid. “Hmm, do you have a candle lit somewhere that I didn’t see when I came in? I smell lavender. It’s very nice.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“You seem to know a lot. It’s not like I need the gun anyway.” Carol says bitterly, lowering the weapon. “That would be the smell of my Aura. Now who are you and why are you in my house?”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Joanna Moriarty. Feel free to call me Jo.” She smiles pleasantly, though her eyes are calculating. “And I already told you why I’m here. I came to see you. I’m so bored all the time that I just can’t resist anything that catches my interest.” She examines her fingernails, filed into an oval shape and painted a deep green, then looks up at Carol. “I never believed in things like auras before, but maybe that was due to a lack of knowledge. Would you be so kind as to tell me more about it?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Moirarty? That sounds familiar.” Carol says calmly. “If you must know an Aura is the electric field that surrounds a living thing or magical entity. Now, Follow me. We may as well have a drink.” Carol leads To into a lush Parlor and points to a plush burgundy armchair. “You sound British, what do you British girls drink these days?”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

She sits down and crosses her ankles. “I’m Irish, actually. I just moved to England at a young age, so my accent is a mix of the two. And you’re definitely Slavic. Russian, or something else? If you mean what I drink in general, I consume probably unhealthy amounts of tea. If you mean alcohol, I’ll drink just about anything except gin. It tastes like the bastard child of pine sap and laundry detergent.” She watches her. “Does everyone have an aura, or just you?” She seems very curious about the subject.

[carolsergeyevna]

“We’ll take Whiskey. I’m Russian.” Carol explains going to the bar on the far side of the room. She comes back with a silver tray of liquor bottles and 2 crystal glasses. “Everything living or magical has an Aura. Usually it is just an invisible energy feild, but the use of magic can cause it to be visible to both the eyes and the nose.” Carol explains sitting across from Jo. “Now tell me, how did you find me? I’ve remained well hidden since my ‘Death’ in ‘39”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna covers her mouth with one hand and giggles. “That’s a funny story, actually. My mother, bless her, suggested I look into your work in the psychology field. This was before her untimely death. She and my father always wanted me to see a therapist. She thought your work from that time period could “help” me.“ She put the word “help” in finger quotes. “Not that seeing any number of doctors in my youth got the results my parents wanted. But, out of curiosity, I started reading things you’d published, and happened to come across a picture of you. At the time I’d also been engaging in my hobby of people watching and at one point saw you. Realizing you looked exactly like the picture I saw, I at first thought you were a descendant, so I started watching you. I’d been… opening my mind, to the possibility of such things as magic, strange as it may sound. Most people don’t believe in that sort of thing, but it couldn’t have been pure chance that brought Sherly and I together.” She sighs, looking like a schoolgirl with a crush for a moment. “I heard you speak a few times and knew you had to have grown up in a Slavic country, so you were unlikely to be a descendant of Dr. Sergeyevna, unless she moved back there, which I thought was unlikely. So I entered your home a few times to poke around and came to the conclusion that it was you. It was only this time that you found me. So, tell me…” She leans toward Carol, curiosity glinting in her eyes. “How did you do it? Is there anything that can kill you? I’d love to know your secret. There are some people who think I’d be better off dead, and I’d hate to give them the satisfaction. Besides, death sounds boring. I hate being bored. I’ll do anything to avoid it.” There’s a venom in her voice that indicates she truly despises boredom and if it were a living thing she’d probably dispose of it as soon as possible.

[carolsergeyevna]

“You must have been overly curious. My works are studied by every student of Psychology in the world. My picture hangs with that of Newton, Tesla, and Freud, and yet no one recognized me until now. I believe that’s because people don’t want magic to exist because that justifies all those fears that lurk in the dark. My immortality wasn’t a finding of my own or even a gift. It was a curse. I fought against beasts of darkness and Eldritch horrors for decades, then in the late ‘20s one of the fanatics acting for one of the Eldritch demons broke in one night and cursed me before Killing himself. If something can kill me, I haven’t found it yet. I’ve spent decades learning spell and enchantments trying to break it, but as you can see it didn’t work. Eventually I gave up and settled that if Time was to be my prison, then I’d take advantage.” Carol explains between sips of Whiskey. “Everyone I’ve ever loved, is dead. Even my son. I’ve watched as everyone I’ve saved died, everything I’ve protected crumbled. Now I study in silence and watch the world turn as I cannot.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“How unfortunate,” Jo says, though there’s no pity in her expression. Perhaps she isn’t capable of it? She holds her glass of whiskey, breathing in the scent of it for a moment before taking a sip, enjoying the taste. “I don’t know anything about beasts of darkness or Eldritch horrors. I don’t know anything about fears lurking in the dark, either, to be honest. Fear isn’t something I’ve ever really been able to grasp,” she admits. “It sounds interesting, though. How did you find out about such things?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Years of investigation and battle. I first encountered ghosts when I was 20. From there I simply did research and followed clues. Just this conversation tells me you’re a rare breed. I get a sense of Sociopathy, and definitely Narcissism. You are a fascinating creature Ms. Moriarty. What would you do with Immortality.” Carol says raising an eyebrow.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“You’re good. Better than Sherlock, even. He had no idea when we first met. And he prides himself on his deduction abilities.” Joanna smiles and takes another sip of whiskey, swishing it around in her mouth before swallowing. “If I were immortal, the first thing I’d do would probably be go to the people who want me dead, let them try to kill me, and laugh hysterically at their faces when they were unsuccessful. Oh, Sherly would hate it. He’d never be rid of me as long as he lived. Oh, but then what would I do when he eventually died? Nobody’s ever entertained me as much as he has, and I doubt anyone else ever will. I don’t know if I could cope living forever in a boring world without him.” She pouts. “If I were immortal, I’d want him to be too. I’m having second thoughts about my plans for him, to tell you the truth. I think I want to keep him around as long as I can.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Your Sherlock may be good, but he is not Carol. ” She says with a smile. “You seem a dark heart, and that’s what dark gods value in their immortal agents. Perhaps one of them will seen you out. I’d place you at early 40’s at most. You’re the proper age for them. Back in the old days I’d have tried to take you down. Now I know eventually you’ll fall to someone, maybe even yourself so I don’t bother.” The old woman smiles to herself. “You must be quite the adversary. You are welcome to stay here if you’d like. You may have gotten past my security but you can’t get into my vaults so there’s nothing to fear there. I’m going to dress and have Vera prepare breakfast. If you wish to talk further I’ll expect you at the table.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

She looks a little insulted. “Forties? You’re about a decade off. I’m not under enough stress to make me look older than my real age, even with my line of work. And I have no plans of falling any time soon. If anyone takes me down, it’ll be Sherlock, and I’ll be taking him down with me.” But her eyes light up mischievously. “You say I can’t get into your vaults? Is that a challenge to try it? Hmm, I’m tempted. But I suppose I’ll see you at the table.”

[carolsergeyevna]

*SpongeBob Narrator Voice* ~Two Hours Later~

Walking into the dining room clad in a black and silver gown and simple black heels, a turban on her head. “Glad you decided to join me, Ms. Moriarty. Feel free to enjoy anything we have.” Carol says sitting opposite Joanna. The table is covered with large silver dishes containing breakfast meats, fresh fruits, and steaming rolls. “If you you wish, we can set you up in one of my spare rooms for the remainder of your stay in Boston.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

She smiles. “I chose a hotel from what was recommended to me, and it’s not exactly to my liking. I imagine staying here would be preferable, if you can put up with me for that long~” she teases as she puts some food on a plate. “Do you offer accommodations to every psychopath who breaks into your home, or am I just special?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“It’s rare these days to have company. I’d rather like to have some for however long you’re here. I’ll have Vera prepare a room for you.” Carol asks as she breaks open a blood red pomegranate. “Maybe I’ll have you up In my personal library for some reading. I have some very rare volumes in my vaults that we’re copied for the library. Maybe you’ll find something that your Sherlock doesn’t know. In fact I’m certain that you will.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

A huge grin spreads across Joanna’s face at that. “Ooh, he’ll hate that~ He hates it when someone knows something he doesn’t. It’s so funny. He’s so determined to be the cleverest, it’s adorable. I could just eat him up~” She giggles and picks up a roll, biting into it delicately. She chews, swallows, and goes on. “To be honest, I’d love to see the two of you figure each other out. Sherly has a way of looking at the most innocuous, minute details of a person and telling them everything about themselves from whatever information he gathered from it. But I’d doubt he’d figure out your secret. When he first met me, he thought I was just a silly girl clumsily flirting with him. He had no idea who I really was. And as far as I know, he’s completely closed off to the idea of magic and the supernatural. He’d never guess about you.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“You seem open to the idea of the supernatural. Why?” Carol asks raising one eyebrow, a sly smile on her lips.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Well, I highly doubt the existence of the gods of most major religions, but I’ve seen evidence of things like ghosts, and, while I was always on the fence about it, I have been fascinated by cursed objects such as the Hope Diamond and many other things.” She smiles and flutters her eyelashes. “Why do you ask?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Because it is very uncommon in this day and age for someone to believe.” Carol explains. “And I’ll put your doubts to rest now, they exist. Though many rarely enter this plane anymore, they choose to reside in the otherworld these days, but not all. I had quite the chess match with Odin in the 80’s in this very house on one of his trips from Asgard. Mayhaps you’ll meet someone on your stay.” Her grey eyes briefly flashing a pale purple.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Did you win?” Jo asks curiously, her eyes twinkling. “Wouldn’t that be something, to beat a god at chess~ I’d love to play you sometime. I’m sure it would be quite fun. Though, you’ve been around much longer, so I imagine you’re better at it than I am. You’d probably win.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“We played for three days, but I managed to win. Just barely. We played down to King versus King.” Carol explains pouring a glass of deep red wine. “We each bet an artifact from our collection. I won one of the legendary Swords of Power. He quickly came to regret that. He told me if I’m still alive when he comes back to this world we’ll play again for the sword.” Carol laughs, Taking a drink of her wine. “In all my years I never thought I’d have reason to share these stories. You are quite lucky. Not many mortals get to hear such tales or even know of the existence of such powers.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“I’m honored,” Jo says, though she looks more amused than anything else. She takes a bite of food, chews, swallows. “So, if nothing can kill you, do you still need to eat and drink? Or do you just do it out of habit? Did you take breaks during your three day game with Odin?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“I don’t know if I need to eat, but I do feel hunger and thirst. Perhaps it’s just habit.” Carol says between bites of food. “During our game we ate and drank, but we didn’t leave our places. It was fascinating. When you feel you’re finished I’ll show you to my personal Parlor.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna nods and eats some more. When she’s had enough, she puts her silverware down. “I’m done. It was very good. My compliments to the chef.” She’d had her napkin in her lap and now she picks it up, folds it neatly, and lays it on the table.

[carolsergeyevna]

Carol leads Joanna to the top floor of the brownstone into a Parlor of pale purple and rosewood furniture.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Jo follows, and when they reach the parlor she says, “So you said my name sounded familiar. There’s no way little old me is famous enough to be known across the pond, except to those in certain lines of work. Or perhaps you’ve simply met someone who happens to have the same surname as myself?” She’s pretending to be modest, but there’s a slight suspicion in her voice.

[carolsergeyevna]

“It would have to be your surname. I knew nothing of you before today.” Carol explains sitting in a plush armchair. “Now tell me Ms. Moriarty, what business do you have in my fair city?”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Would you believe me if I said I’m traveling out of boredom?” Joanna gives a coy smile as she sits down across from Carol. “It’s not that I dislike the UK, per se. It’s just that seeing the same people every single day, even in a large city like London, gets dull, even with my dear Sherlock to amuse me. I suppose I could have done something drastic to get his attention again. I know he gets bored too, and as much as he acts like he hates me, he loves it when I give him something fun to solve, almost as much as I love to watch him dance to my tunes. But traveling serves a couple of purposes. It gives me new faces, new things to do and play with. And Sherly will think something’s happened to me since he hasn’t heard from me. He’s going to be relieved and disappointed at the same time, and then just as he’s getting used to solving mundane cases again, I’ll show up again to surprise him and catch him off guard. It’s going to be fun~” She giggles and twirls the end of her braid around one finger.

[carolsergeyevna]

“Interesting. I have not been to London in a decade or so. Many Immortals and even a few gods call the city home. It is a beautiful city.” Carol says with a wistful smile. That chess set over there is the one I played Odin on.“ She says pointing to a simple black and white chess set under the window. “How long are you in the city?” She asks.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Another two weeks,” Joanna says cheerfully. “Unfortunately, I can’t get into any mischief here if I get bored. Besides, what’s the point without Sherlock here to try and undo whatever I did? I’ll have to stick to cards or whatever it is “normal” people do to have fun.“ She makes a face at the thought of it. “By the time I get back to London, I’m going to be itching for something so badly. At the very least I’m going to have to break into Sherly’s flat and do something funny. Maybe replace all his tea with herbs, move his experiments around so he can’t find anything, or leave something dead hanging from the ceiling. He knows it’s me doing it, but he never can catch me at it. It’s so funny.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Would you consider yourself a trustworthy woman? Keep your word and all that?” Carol asks gently, walking over to a painting of elegantly dressed woman. “I’m sure I can keep boredom from over taking you. After all I am not at all normal.” A wicked smile crossing her face, the room beginning to smell of Lavender.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna hums, watching Carol’s every move. “Trustworthy? Well, I do always keep my word and promises, if that’s really what you mean. If someone wants something done, I make sure it gets done, no matter what it takes. Even if all they want is a secret kept. When I give my word, I keep it. However…” She grins just as wickedly. “If I don’t explicitly give it, anything could happen~ I could let something slip, and cause all kinds of trouble for whoever wanted me to do something for them.” Her smile becomes innocent as she says, “Why do you ask, doctor?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Everyone I loved is dead. I have no one I can let into my hidden world. You came here to spy upon and study an immortal. I am going to offer you the chance to enter my world, to see and know things that would baffle even your Sherlock.” Carol explains still facing the painting. “All I require is your word that all your knowledge of me will be left here when you depart. You must tell no one that you know of Carol Sergeyevna.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“I see no reason to tell anyone about you. Who would I tell, anyway? Nobody would believe me.” Joanna shrugs. “I won’t breathe a word. Pinky promise.” She stares intently at Carol. “Are you going to teach me things you know about the supernatural, things like that?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Perhaps. For the time being I shall show you my library.” Carol says, she places her hands on the wall of the painting and a pale purple smoke begins to curl off of her body, and the scent of Lavender engulfs everything. The smoke curls over the wall, covering it completely. When the smoke clears the wall and the painting have vanished revealing a hallway. “This way Ms. Moriarty.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Ooh, a secret passage? How intriguing.” Joanna stands up and follows Carol, a spring in her step. “So tell me about that smoke. Was that your aura or something else?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Yes it was a manifestation of it. That trick I learned in Italy in the 50’s. I never did a secret door again.” Carol explains leading Joanna down the brightly lit hallway to a rosewood door with carvings of various birds. “Here we are.” Carol explains opening the door to a large room, bookshelves built into almost every wall. Around the room are glass display cases containing various artifacts. In the center of the room is a larger display containing seemingly mundane items: an old and dusty brown hat, a large antique hunting rifle, a small cross shaped hairpin, a silver cane with a falcons head, an antique shotgun, a small antique photograph of a group of people in front of the brownstone.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna walks to the display in the middle of the room, curious. She looks at the photograph, noting how the people in it had the items in the case. “Am I right in assuming you were close to these people? Did you fight monsters with them?” She looks at Carol. “You must have been very attached to them, to keep their possessions. Sometimes I wonder what that’s like, to love someone.” She hums and looks at the photograph again. “Just look at that specimen with the hat. I bet all the girls back then were crazy for him.”

[carolsergeyevna]

(From left to right in the photograph are: -A tall middle-aged man with prominent sideburns wearing the hat, the rifle over his shoulder

-A slim short young man, his hair held off his face by the hairpin

-Carol looking the same

-a young woman wearing with her hair tied behind her head

-a tall lanky man with crooked teeth

-a tall balding man with a black doctor’s bag

-a young man with a camera

-a tall handsome man in formal clothes)

“They were my family. They are all dead now. Mr. Bane and yes everyone had their eye on him, Dr. Bondevik, Ms. Hunt was my housekeeper, Mr. Gillam, Dr. Franklin, Mr. Mason and my son, Oliver.” Carol’s voice heavy. “Dr. Bondevik…Lukas was the only one other than Oliver to know of my curse. He was also the last to die. I came to him in the late 60’s and told him everything. He came and stayed here with me for 3 years. He died in his sleep.” Carol’s voice is heavy with sadness as she looks at the case.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Does looking at these things make you sad?” Joanna looks up at Carol, something like confusion in her eyes. “I mean no disrespect. I just can’t understand or sympathize because I’ve never felt sadness before. I don’t think I’m able to.” She blinks, though it’s deliberate; she hasn’t involuntarily blinked this whole time. “Why Dr Bondevik, though? Did you tell him because he was the last one living, or were you closer to him than to the others, or did you think he could have helped you?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“More mourning than sadness.” Carol says wiping her eyes. “I loved him. He was one of the few I truly did. I told him I think for to be with him again. Perhaps I just wanted to torture myself by witnessing the last of them die in person instead of from afar.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Why torture yourself?” Joanna asks, looking puzzled. “If it hurts, why put yourself through that pain? Is that what people normally do when they’re going to lose someone close to them? Stay with them until the end even though it’s painful? That’s so strange to me.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“I’m unsure. I think that this is why they cursed me. Because they knew this pain would be unavoidable for me.” Carol explains.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“How have you not lost your mind by now? Doesn’t loss tend to cause things like severe depression in most people? Maybe psychosis or post traumatic symptoms in some people? Can’t that kind of pain drive a person crazy? Do you have a really good therapist or something?” Joanna is full of questions. “Or are you secretly as bonkers as me under many layers of well-crafted pretend sanity?” She steps right up to Carol, standing on tiptoes to look into her eyes as if trying to see into her head, her own dark eyes wide and unblinking.

[carolsergeyevna]

Carol stares back at the woman, and smiles. “I think I’m just stubborn. For a long time I continued to help people and to learn things. Only in the last decade or so have I closed off. I haven’t left Boston since the towers in New York fell. I suppose I should try to get out again.” Carol turns and walks across the room. “This is my personal library and a trophy room. Feel free to explore and read to your hearts content.” Carol laughs, a pleasing melodic sound.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna bounces on her toes for a moment before going to a shelf and reading the titles of books. “So do you go by an alias when you leave the house? Surely you must leave sometimes, even if you don’t talk to anyone. Grocery runs, and such. Do you have a fake ID? I’m certain you have the means to acquire one that could even fool Sherlock.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Of course. Though I rarely leave the hous more than once or twice a week.” I change where I go every 5 to 10 years to avoid suspicion.“ Carol explains with a sly smile.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Clever. This is a pretty big city, so I imagine you could easily go somewhere else for a few years to get things you need.” She runs her fingers down the spines of several books. “Do you ever do things that would be hazardous to mortal people, just for the adrenaline rush because you know it can’t kill you? I would if I couldn’t be killed.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“After I was cursed, I tried many times to kill myself. The most traumatic was putting a shotgun in my mouth and firing both Barrels.” Carol explains. “I was spitting out bullet for a month. Perhaps after this you’d like to see where I keep the more dangerous Artifacts?”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

"Dangerous artifacts?” Joanna’s eyes light up with interest. “I’d love to.” She pulls out a book and opens it to a random page, featuring a very disturbing illustration of a creature that would send shivers down any normal person’s spine, but Joanna stares at it in fascination. “What’s this? Did you fight something like this before?”

[carolsergeyevna]

"Odd book choice. That creature is the one who’s followers cursed me. It’s name is Narlythotep.” Carol explains, impressed by Joanna’s resilience. “It is what killed my parents so long ago.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

"Nyarlithotep?” Joanna traces her fingers over the drawing. “I’d ask why people would follow something so strange and vicious, but I’d die laughing from the irony. Then again, I am curious. Why would they? Is it out of fear? Does this creature reward them if they please it? Are they so sick in the head that they love it as many religious people love their gods?” She looks at Carol and tilts her head.

[carolsergeyevna]

"In my experience they start with false promises, then fear, then insanity.” Is very cyclic.“ Carol explains with a smile. "He is one of the easier to follow because he can change his shape.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

"Interesting. I get people following me because of what I can do for them, but I don't drive anyone insane." Joanna gets a smile that almost looks soft, but her eyes have a wicked gleam. "Well, except Sherlock, but driving him mad is fun~" She giggles.

[carolsergeyevna]

*Insert Catchy Starter Here*

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” The older woman asks, her voice stern. She has an antique gun leveled at you.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Oh, you found me~” Joanna giggles almost childishly, not even flinching at the gun pointed at her. “Who I am isn’t nearly as interesting as who you are. I just had to come and meet you myself. As for how I got in, that’s my little secret~” Her tone is teasing, and she steps closer, her wide dark eyes betraying that there’s something not quite right about her.

[carolsergeyevna]

“Leave now.” Carol says a hint of fear and rage in her voice. “You may enjoy scaring harmless old ladies, but I doubt the police will find it quite as charming.” Her gun never moves.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“The police?” She scoffs. “Boring.” Then she smiles. “I highly doubt you’re harmless. You have a gun pointed at me. I bet you’re a crack shot with it, aren’t you, Dr. Sergeyevna? Your hand isn’t even shaking. You’re obviously confident with it. Where did you even get that? It looks at least as old as you.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“What did you call me…?” Carol asks, the fear in her eyes melting into disbelief. “I don’t know anyone by that name.” Her grip on the gun tightening. The air in the room beginning to smell of Lavender.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Mhm. Sure. Why do the bad liars always think they’re good ones? You and my dear Sherly both.” She hums and fiddles with her braid. “Hmm, do you have a candle lit somewhere that I didn’t see when I came in? I smell lavender. It’s very nice.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“You seem to know a lot. It’s not like I need the gun anyway.” Carol says bitterly, lowering the weapon. “That would be the smell of my Aura. Now who are you and why are you in my house?”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Joanna Moriarty. Feel free to call me Jo.” She smiles pleasantly, though her eyes are calculating. “And I already told you why I’m here. I came to see you. I’m so bored all the time that I just can’t resist anything that catches my interest.” She examines her fingernails, filed into an oval shape and painted a deep green, then looks up at Carol. “I never believed in things like auras before, but maybe that was due to a lack of knowledge. Would you be so kind as to tell me more about it?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Moirarty? That sounds familiar.” Carol says calmly. “If you must know an Aura is the electric field that surrounds a living thing or magical entity. Now, Follow me. We may as well have a drink.” Carol leads To into a lush Parlor and points to a plush burgundy armchair. “You sound British, what do you British girls drink these days?”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

She sits down and crosses her ankles. “I’m Irish, actually. I just moved to England at a young age, so my accent is a mix of the two. And you’re definitely Slavic. Russian, or something else? If you mean what I drink in general, I consume probably unhealthy amounts of tea. If you mean alcohol, I’ll drink just about anything except gin. It tastes like the bastard child of pine sap and laundry detergent.” She watches her. “Does everyone have an aura, or just you?” She seems very curious about the subject.

[carolsergeyevna]

“We’ll take Whiskey. I’m Russian.” Carol explains going to the bar on the far side of the room. She comes back with a silver tray of liquor bottles and 2 crystal glasses. “Everything living or magical has an Aura. Usually it is just an invisible energy feild, but the use of magic can cause it to be visible to both the eyes and the nose.” Carol explains sitting across from Jo. “Now tell me, how did you find me? I’ve remained well hidden since my ‘Death’ in ‘39”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna covers her mouth with one hand and giggles. “That’s a funny story, actually. My mother, bless her, suggested I look into your work in the psychology field. This was before her untimely death. She and my father always wanted me to see a therapist. She thought your work from that time period could “help” me.“ She put the word “help” in finger quotes. “Not that seeing any number of doctors in my youth got the results my parents wanted. But, out of curiosity, I started reading things you’d published, and happened to come across a picture of you. At the time I’d also been engaging in my hobby of people watching and at one point saw you. Realizing you looked exactly like the picture I saw, I at first thought you were a descendant, so I started watching you. I’d been… opening my mind, to the possibility of such things as magic, strange as it may sound. Most people don’t believe in that sort of thing, but it couldn’t have been pure chance that brought Sherly and I together.” She sighs, looking like a schoolgirl with a crush for a moment. “I heard you speak a few times and knew you had to have grown up in a Slavic country, so you were unlikely to be a descendant of Dr. Sergeyevna, unless she moved back there, which I thought was unlikely. So I entered your home a few times to poke around and came to the conclusion that it was you. It was only this time that you found me. So, tell me…” She leans toward Carol, curiosity glinting in her eyes. “How did you do it? Is there anything that can kill you? I’d love to know your secret. There are some people who think I’d be better off dead, and I’d hate to give them the satisfaction. Besides, death sounds boring. I hate being bored. I’ll do anything to avoid it.” There’s a venom in her voice that indicates she truly despises boredom and if it were a living thing she’d probably dispose of it as soon as possible.

[carolsergeyevna]

“You must have been overly curious. My works are studied by every student of Psychology in the world. My picture hangs with that of Newton, Tesla, and Freud, and yet no one recognized me until now. I believe that’s because people don’t want magic to exist because that justifies all those fears that lurk in the dark. My immortality wasn’t a finding of my own or even a gift. It was a curse. I fought against beasts of darkness and Eldritch horrors for decades, then in the late ‘20s one of the fanatics acting for one of the Eldritch demons broke in one night and cursed me before Killing himself. If something can kill me, I haven’t found it yet. I’ve spent decades learning spell and enchantments trying to break it, but as you can see it didn’t work. Eventually I gave up and settled that if Time was to be my prison, then I’d take advantage.” Carol explains between sips of Whiskey. “Everyone I’ve ever loved, is dead. Even my son. I’ve watched as everyone I’ve saved died, everything I’ve protected crumbled. Now I study in silence and watch the world turn as I cannot.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“How unfortunate,” Jo says, though there’s no pity in her expression. Perhaps she isn’t capable of it? She holds her glass of whiskey, breathing in the scent of it for a moment before taking a sip, enjoying the taste. “I don’t know anything about beasts of darkness or Eldritch horrors. I don’t know anything about fears lurking in the dark, either, to be honest. Fear isn’t something I’ve ever really been able to grasp,” she admits. “It sounds interesting, though. How did you find out about such things?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Years of investigation and battle. I first encountered ghosts when I was 20. From there I simply did research and followed clues. Just this conversation tells me you’re a rare breed. I get a sense of Sociopathy, and definitely Narcissism. You are a fascinating creature Ms. Moriarty. What would you do with Immortality.” Carol says raising an eyebrow.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“You’re good. Better than Sherlock, even. He had no idea when we first met. And he prides himself on his deduction abilities.” Joanna smiles and takes another sip of whiskey, swishing it around in her mouth before swallowing. “If I were immortal, the first thing I’d do would probably be go to the people who want me dead, let them try to kill me, and laugh hysterically at their faces when they were unsuccessful. Oh, Sherly would hate it. He’d never be rid of me as long as he lived. Oh, but then what would I do when he eventually died? Nobody’s ever entertained me as much as he has, and I doubt anyone else ever will. I don’t know if I could cope living forever in a boring world without him.” She pouts. “If I were immortal, I’d want him to be too. I’m having second thoughts about my plans for him, to tell you the truth. I think I want to keep him around as long as I can.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Your Sherlock may be good, but he is not Carol. ” She says with a smile. “You seem a dark heart, and that’s what dark gods value in their immortal agents. Perhaps one of them will seen you out. I’d place you at early 40’s at most. You’re the proper age for them. Back in the old days I’d have tried to take you down. Now I know eventually you’ll fall to someone, maybe even yourself so I don’t bother.” The old woman smiles to herself. “You must be quite the adversary. You are welcome to stay here if you’d like. You may have gotten past my security but you can’t get into my vaults so there’s nothing to fear there. I’m going to dress and have Vera prepare breakfast. If you wish to talk further I’ll expect you at the table.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

She looks a little insulted. “Forties? You’re about a decade off. I’m not under enough stress to make me look older than my real age, even with my line of work. And I have no plans of falling any time soon. If anyone takes me down, it’ll be Sherlock, and I’ll be taking him down with me.” But her eyes light up mischievously. “You say I can’t get into your vaults? Is that a challenge to try it? Hmm, I’m tempted. But I suppose I’ll see you at the table.”

[carolsergeyevna]

*SpongeBob Narrator Voice* ~Two Hours Later~

Walking into the dining room clad in a black and silver gown and simple black heels, a turban on her head. “Glad you decided to join me, Ms. Moriarty. Feel free to enjoy anything we have.” Carol says sitting opposite Joanna. The table is covered with large silver dishes containing breakfast meats, fresh fruits, and steaming rolls. “If you you wish, we can set you up in one of my spare rooms for the remainder of your stay in Boston.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

She smiles. “I chose a hotel from what was recommended to me, and it’s not exactly to my liking. I imagine staying here would be preferable, if you can put up with me for that long~” she teases as she puts some food on a plate. “Do you offer accommodations to every psychopath who breaks into your home, or am I just special?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“It’s rare these days to have company. I’d rather like to have some for however long you’re here. I’ll have Vera prepare a room for you.” Carol asks as she breaks open a blood red pomegranate. “Maybe I’ll have you up In my personal library for some reading. I have some very rare volumes in my vaults that we’re copied for the library. Maybe you’ll find something that your Sherlock doesn’t know. In fact I’m certain that you will.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

A huge grin spreads across Joanna’s face at that. “Ooh, he’ll hate that~ He hates it when someone knows something he doesn’t. It’s so funny. He’s so determined to be the cleverest, it’s adorable. I could just eat him up~” She giggles and picks up a roll, biting into it delicately. She chews, swallows, and goes on. “To be honest, I’d love to see the two of you figure each other out. Sherly has a way of looking at the most innocuous, minute details of a person and telling them everything about themselves from whatever information he gathered from it. But I’d doubt he’d figure out your secret. When he first met me, he thought I was just a silly girl clumsily flirting with him. He had no idea who I really was. And as far as I know, he’s completely closed off to the idea of magic and the supernatural. He’d never guess about you.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“You seem open to the idea of the supernatural. Why?” Carol asks raising one eyebrow, a sly smile on her lips.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Well, I highly doubt the existence of the gods of most major religions, but I’ve seen evidence of things like ghosts, and, while I was always on the fence about it, I have been fascinated by cursed objects such as the Hope Diamond and many other things.” She smiles and flutters her eyelashes. “Why do you ask?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Because it is very uncommon in this day and age for someone to believe.” Carol explains. “And I’ll put your doubts to rest now, they exist. Though many rarely enter this plane anymore, they choose to reside in the otherworld these days, but not all. I had quite the chess match with Odin in the 80’s in this very house on one of his trips from Asgard. Mayhaps you’ll meet someone on your stay.” Her grey eyes briefly flashing a pale purple.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Did you win?” Jo asks curiously, her eyes twinkling. “Wouldn’t that be something, to beat a god at chess~ I’d love to play you sometime. I’m sure it would be quite fun. Though, you’ve been around much longer, so I imagine you’re better at it than I am. You’d probably win.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“We played for three days, but I managed to win. Just barely. We played down to King versus King.” Carol explains pouring a glass of deep red wine. “We each bet an artifact from our collection. I won one of the legendary Swords of Power. He quickly came to regret that. He told me if I’m still alive when he comes back to this world we’ll play again for the sword.” Carol laughs, Taking a drink of her wine. “In all my years I never thought I’d have reason to share these stories. You are quite lucky. Not many mortals get to hear such tales or even know of the existence of such powers.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“I’m honored,” Jo says, though she looks more amused than anything else. She takes a bite of food, chews, swallows. “So, if nothing can kill you, do you still need to eat and drink? Or do you just do it out of habit? Did you take breaks during your three day game with Odin?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“I don’t know if I need to eat, but I do feel hunger and thirst. Perhaps it’s just habit.” Carol says between bites of food. “During our game we ate and drank, but we didn’t leave our places. It was fascinating. When you feel you’re finished I’ll show you to my personal Parlor.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna nods and eats some more. When she’s had enough, she puts her silverware down. “I’m done. It was very good. My compliments to the chef.” She’d had her napkin in her lap and now she picks it up, folds it neatly, and lays it on the table.

[carolsergeyevna]

Carol leads Joanna to the top floor of the brownstone into a Parlor of pale purple and rosewood furniture.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Jo follows, and when they reach the parlor she says, “So you said my name sounded familiar. There’s no way little old me is famous enough to be known across the pond, except to those in certain lines of work. Or perhaps you’ve simply met someone who happens to have the same surname as myself?” She’s pretending to be modest, but there’s a slight suspicion in her voice.

[carolsergeyevna]

“It would have to be your surname. I knew nothing of you before today.” Carol explains sitting in a plush armchair. “Now tell me Ms. Moriarty, what business do you have in my fair city?”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Would you believe me if I said I’m traveling out of boredom?” Joanna gives a coy smile as she sits down across from Carol. “It’s not that I dislike the UK, per se. It’s just that seeing the same people every single day, even in a large city like London, gets dull, even with my dear Sherlock to amuse me. I suppose I could have done something drastic to get his attention again. I know he gets bored too, and as much as he acts like he hates me, he loves it when I give him something fun to solve, almost as much as I love to watch him dance to my tunes. But traveling serves a couple of purposes. It gives me new faces, new things to do and play with. And Sherly will think something’s happened to me since he hasn’t heard from me. He’s going to be relieved and disappointed at the same time, and then just as he’s getting used to solving mundane cases again, I’ll show up again to surprise him and catch him off guard. It’s going to be fun~” She giggles and twirls the end of her braid around one finger.

[carolsergeyevna]

“Interesting. I have not been to London in a decade or so. Many Immortals and even a few gods call the city home. It is a beautiful city.” Carol says with a wistful smile. That chess set over there is the one I played Odin on.“ She says pointing to a simple black and white chess set under the window. “How long are you in the city?” She asks.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Another two weeks,” Joanna says cheerfully. “Unfortunately, I can’t get into any mischief here if I get bored. Besides, what’s the point without Sherlock here to try and undo whatever I did? I’ll have to stick to cards or whatever it is “normal” people do to have fun.“ She makes a face at the thought of it. “By the time I get back to London, I’m going to be itching for something so badly. At the very least I’m going to have to break into Sherly’s flat and do something funny. Maybe replace all his tea with herbs, move his experiments around so he can’t find anything, or leave something dead hanging from the ceiling. He knows it’s me doing it, but he never can catch me at it. It’s so funny.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Would you consider yourself a trustworthy woman? Keep your word and all that?” Carol asks gently, walking over to a painting of elegantly dressed woman. “I’m sure I can keep boredom from over taking you. After all I am not at all normal.” A wicked smile crossing her face, the room beginning to smell of Lavender.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna hums, watching Carol’s every move. “Trustworthy? Well, I do always keep my word and promises, if that’s really what you mean. If someone wants something done, I make sure it gets done, no matter what it takes. Even if all they want is a secret kept. When I give my word, I keep it. However…” She grins just as wickedly. “If I don’t explicitly give it, anything could happen~ I could let something slip, and cause all kinds of trouble for whoever wanted me to do something for them.” Her smile becomes innocent as she says, “Why do you ask, doctor?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Everyone I loved is dead. I have no one I can let into my hidden world. You came here to spy upon and study an immortal. I am going to offer you the chance to enter my world, to see and know things that would baffle even your Sherlock.” Carol explains still facing the painting. “All I require is your word that all your knowledge of me will be left here when you depart. You must tell no one that you know of Carol Sergeyevna.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“I see no reason to tell anyone about you. Who would I tell, anyway? Nobody would believe me.” Joanna shrugs. “I won’t breathe a word. Pinky promise.” She stares intently at Carol. “Are you going to teach me things you know about the supernatural, things like that?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Perhaps. For the time being I shall show you my library.” Carol says, she places her hands on the wall of the painting and a pale purple smoke begins to curl off of her body, and the scent of Lavender engulfs everything. The smoke curls over the wall, covering it completely. When the smoke clears the wall and the painting have vanished revealing a hallway. “This way Ms. Moriarty.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Ooh, a secret passage? How intriguing.” Joanna stands up and follows Carol, a spring in her step. “So tell me about that smoke. Was that your aura or something else?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Yes it was a manifestation of it. That trick I learned in Italy in the 50’s. I never did a secret door again.” Carol explains leading Joanna down the brightly lit hallway to a rosewood door with carvings of various birds. “Here we are.” Carol explains opening the door to a large room, bookshelves built into almost every wall. Around the room are glass display cases containing various artifacts. In the center of the room is a larger display containing seemingly mundane items: an old and dusty brown hat, a large antique hunting rifle, a small cross shaped hairpin, a silver cane with a falcons head, an antique shotgun, a small antique photograph of a group of people in front of the brownstone.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna walks to the display in the middle of the room, curious. She looks at the photograph, noting how the people in it had the items in the case. “Am I right in assuming you were close to these people? Did you fight monsters with them?” She looks at Carol. “You must have been very attached to them, to keep their possessions. Sometimes I wonder what that’s like, to love someone.” She hums and looks at the photograph again. “Just look at that specimen with the hat. I bet all the girls back then were crazy for him.”

[carolsergeyevna]

(From left to right in the photograph are: -A tall middle-aged man with prominent sideburns wearing the hat, the rifle over his shoulder

-A slim short young man, his hair held off his face by the hairpin

-Carol looking the same

-a young woman wearing with her hair tied behind her head

-a tall lanky man with crooked teeth

-a tall balding man with a black doctor’s bag

-a young man with a camera

-a tall handsome man in formal clothes)

“They were my family. They are all dead now. Mr. Bane and yes everyone had their eye on him, Dr. Bondevik, Ms. Hunt was my housekeeper, Mr. Gillam, Dr. Franklin, Mr. Mason and my son, Oliver.” Carol’s voice heavy. “Dr. Bondevik…Lukas was the only one other than Oliver to know of my curse. He was also the last to die. I came to him in the late 60’s and told him everything. He came and stayed here with me for 3 years. He died in his sleep.” Carol’s voice is heavy with sadness as she looks at the case.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Does looking at these things make you sad?” Joanna looks up at Carol, something like confusion in her eyes. “I mean no disrespect. I just can’t understand or sympathize because I’ve never felt sadness before. I don’t think I’m able to.” She blinks, though it’s deliberate; she hasn’t involuntarily blinked this whole time. “Why Dr Bondevik, though? Did you tell him because he was the last one living, or were you closer to him than to the others, or did you think he could have helped you?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“More mourning than sadness.” Carol says wiping her eyes. “I loved him. He was one of the few I truly did. I told him I think for to be with him again. Perhaps I just wanted to torture myself by witnessing the last of them die in person instead of from afar.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Why torture yourself?” Joanna asks, looking puzzled. “If it hurts, why put yourself through that pain? Is that what people normally do when they’re going to lose someone close to them? Stay with them until the end even though it’s painful? That’s so strange to me.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“I’m unsure. I think that this is why they cursed me. Because they knew this pain would be unavoidable for me.” Carol explains.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“How have you not lost your mind by now? Doesn’t loss tend to cause things like severe depression in most people? Maybe psychosis or post traumatic symptoms in some people? Can’t that kind of pain drive a person crazy? Do you have a really good therapist or something?” Joanna is full of questions. “Or are you secretly as bonkers as me under many layers of well-crafted pretend sanity?” She steps right up to Carol, standing on tiptoes to look into her eyes as if trying to see into her head, her own dark eyes wide and unblinking.

[carolsergeyevna]

Carol stares back at the woman, and smiles. “I think I’m just stubborn. For a long time I continued to help people and to learn things. Only in the last decade or so have I closed off. I haven’t left Boston since the towers in New York fell. I suppose I should try to get out again.” Carol turns and walks across the room. “This is my personal library and a trophy room. Feel free to explore and read to your hearts content.” Carol laughs, a pleasing melodic sound.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna bounces on her toes for a moment before going to a shelf and reading the titles of books. “So do you go by an alias when you leave the house? Surely you must leave sometimes, even if you don’t talk to anyone. Grocery runs, and such. Do you have a fake ID? I’m certain you have the means to acquire one that could even fool Sherlock.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Of course. Though I rarely leave the hous more than once or twice a week.” I change where I go every 5 to 10 years to avoid suspicion.“ Carol explains with a sly smile.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

"Clever. This is a pretty big city, so I imagine you could easily go somewhere else for a few years to get things you need.” She runs her fingers down the spines of several books. “Do you ever do things that would be hazardous to mortal people, just for the adrenaline rush because you know it can’t kill you? I would if I couldn’t be killed.”

[carolsergeyevna]

"After I was cursed, I tried many times to kill myself. The most traumatic was putting a shotgun in my mouth and firing both Barrels.” Carol explains. “I was spitting out bullet for a month. Perhaps after this you’d like to see where I keep the more dangerous Artifacts?”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

"Dangerous artifacts?” Joanna’s eyes light up with interest. “I’d love to.” She pulls out a book and opens it to a random page, featuring a very disturbing illustration of a creature that would send shivers down any normal person’s spine, but Joanna stares at it in fascination. “What’s this? Did you fight something like this before?”

[carolsergeyevna]

"Odd book choice. That creature is the one who’s followers cursed me. It’s name is Narlythotep.” Carol explains, impressed by Joanna’s resilience. “It is what killed my parents so long ago.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

"Nyarlithotep?" Joanna traces her fingers over the drawing. "I'd ask why people would follow something so strange and vicious, but I'd die laughing from the irony. Then again, I am curious. Why would they? Is it out of fear? Does this creature reward them if they please it? Are they so sick in the head that they love it as many religious people love their gods?" She looks at Carol and tilts her head.

[incorrectbbcsherlockquotes]

Greg: Alright, now hug it out. It’s a technique I learned in my leadership seminar.

Sherlock: Uh, I don’t think…

Mycroft: That’s really not necessary…

Greg: You don’t leave this room until I see your bodies touching!!

[Sherlock and Mycroft awkwardly hug]

Mycroft, whispering: I will destroy you.

Sherlock: I’m about to vomit all down your back.

[sherlock5countdown]

*1,072 days* phat mood

[miss-jo-moriarty]

(Same tho XD I'm totally gonna watch it again even though I just finished it)

[sodiumprince-moved-deactivated2]

…Or perhaps in Slytherin

[shitthehousessay]

“What doesn’t kill you gives you a lot of unhealthy coping mechanisms and a really dark sense of humor.”

— Slytherin

[nightshade-the-demon-deactivate]

I want to _____ you.

[uncaging-the-chaos-deactivated2]

reblog and see what your followers say

Interesting..

[eye4aye-blog]

I’VE LITERALLY HAVE NEVER DONE ANYTHING TO YOU PEOPLE

[willemscream]

I was just reblogging for the above post I didn’t think I’d get any

[dutchster]

apparently you guys want to do a lot of different things with/to me

[eerie-was-i-deactivated20250218]

Okay, guys. Go ahead. I know what’s coming.

[pomegranateandivy-deactivated20]

*cautiously reblogs this*

[kikokay-k-deactivated20220521]

I’m gonna have an empty ask box…Aren’t I? *rolls on floor*  

[aninactivebloggfgfgf]

These posts are like sticking your head under water. It’s an experience.

[lolahshitherewegoagain]

Definitely won’t have anyone do this but… *awkwardly finger guns and backs out of room*

[untitled4022]

I’m waiting for people to say “medicate” because that would be the smart course of action tbh

[axmmatt]

HEY HEY HEY SEND IN ANYTHING

[falsopher-deactivated20220410]

eh, why not?

[egg690]

Sure! Let’s see what you guys have got!

[shindiga-fandom-imagines-deacti]

Go for it guys

[sixpenceee]

The Perry Bible Fellowship is the perfect middle between the whimsy and the morbid. And it has been since 2001 when its creator Nicholas Gurewitch drew the first strip. Nicholas describes his style as “the clarity of obscurity”, and his work is a real treat to all the dark(er) souls out there. (Source)

[afaughtk]

OH MY GOD THE RABBIT ONE

[miss-jo-moriarty]

I'M CACKLING.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Ooc

I just finished season 4 of Sherlock and holy crap my feels are WRECKED.

That is all.

[carolsergeyevna]

*Insert Catchy Starter Here*

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” The older woman asks, her voice stern. She has an antique gun leveled at you.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Oh, you found me~” Joanna giggles almost childishly, not even flinching at the gun pointed at her. “Who I am isn’t nearly as interesting as who you are. I just had to come and meet you myself. As for how I got in, that’s my little secret~” Her tone is teasing, and she steps closer, her wide dark eyes betraying that there’s something not quite right about her.

[carolsergeyevna]

“Leave now.” Carol says a hint of fear and rage in her voice. “You may enjoy scaring harmless old ladies, but I doubt the police will find it quite as charming.” Her gun never moves.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“The police?” She scoffs. “Boring.” Then she smiles. “I highly doubt you’re harmless. You have a gun pointed at me. I bet you’re a crack shot with it, aren’t you, Dr. Sergeyevna? Your hand isn’t even shaking. You’re obviously confident with it. Where did you even get that? It looks at least as old as you.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“What did you call me…?” Carol asks, the fear in her eyes melting into disbelief. “I don’t know anyone by that name.” Her grip on the gun tightening. The air in the room beginning to smell of Lavender.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Mhm. Sure. Why do the bad liars always think they’re good ones? You and my dear Sherly both.” She hums and fiddles with her braid. “Hmm, do you have a candle lit somewhere that I didn’t see when I came in? I smell lavender. It’s very nice.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“You seem to know a lot. It’s not like I need the gun anyway.” Carol says bitterly, lowering the weapon. “That would be the smell of my Aura. Now who are you and why are you in my house?”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Joanna Moriarty. Feel free to call me Jo.” She smiles pleasantly, though her eyes are calculating. “And I already told you why I’m here. I came to see you. I’m so bored all the time that I just can’t resist anything that catches my interest.” She examines her fingernails, filed into an oval shape and painted a deep green, then looks up at Carol. “I never believed in things like auras before, but maybe that was due to a lack of knowledge. Would you be so kind as to tell me more about it?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Moirarty? That sounds familiar.” Carol says calmly. “If you must know an Aura is the electric field that surrounds a living thing or magical entity. Now, Follow me. We may as well have a drink.” Carol leads To into a lush Parlor and points to a plush burgundy armchair. “You sound British, what do you British girls drink these days?”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

She sits down and crosses her ankles. “I’m Irish, actually. I just moved to England at a young age, so my accent is a mix of the two. And you’re definitely Slavic. Russian, or something else? If you mean what I drink in general, I consume probably unhealthy amounts of tea. If you mean alcohol, I’ll drink just about anything except gin. It tastes like the bastard child of pine sap and laundry detergent.” She watches her. “Does everyone have an aura, or just you?” She seems very curious about the subject.

[carolsergeyevna]

“We’ll take Whiskey. I’m Russian.” Carol explains going to the bar on the far side of the room. She comes back with a silver tray of liquor bottles and 2 crystal glasses. “Everything living or magical has an Aura. Usually it is just an invisible energy feild, but the use of magic can cause it to be visible to both the eyes and the nose.” Carol explains sitting across from Jo. “Now tell me, how did you find me? I’ve remained well hidden since my ‘Death’ in ‘39”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna covers her mouth with one hand and giggles. “That’s a funny story, actually. My mother, bless her, suggested I look into your work in the psychology field. This was before her untimely death. She and my father always wanted me to see a therapist. She thought your work from that time period could “help” me.“ She put the word “help” in finger quotes. “Not that seeing any number of doctors in my youth got the results my parents wanted. But, out of curiosity, I started reading things you’d published, and happened to come across a picture of you. At the time I’d also been engaging in my hobby of people watching and at one point saw you. Realizing you looked exactly like the picture I saw, I at first thought you were a descendant, so I started watching you. I’d been… opening my mind, to the possibility of such things as magic, strange as it may sound. Most people don’t believe in that sort of thing, but it couldn’t have been pure chance that brought Sherly and I together.” She sighs, looking like a schoolgirl with a crush for a moment. “I heard you speak a few times and knew you had to have grown up in a Slavic country, so you were unlikely to be a descendant of Dr. Sergeyevna, unless she moved back there, which I thought was unlikely. So I entered your home a few times to poke around and came to the conclusion that it was you. It was only this time that you found me. So, tell me…” She leans toward Carol, curiosity glinting in her eyes. “How did you do it? Is there anything that can kill you? I’d love to know your secret. There are some people who think I’d be better off dead, and I’d hate to give them the satisfaction. Besides, death sounds boring. I hate being bored. I’ll do anything to avoid it.” There’s a venom in her voice that indicates she truly despises boredom and if it were a living thing she’d probably dispose of it as soon as possible.

[carolsergeyevna]

“You must have been overly curious. My works are studied by every student of Psychology in the world. My picture hangs with that of Newton, Tesla, and Freud, and yet no one recognized me until now. I believe that’s because people don’t want magic to exist because that justifies all those fears that lurk in the dark. My immortality wasn’t a finding of my own or even a gift. It was a curse. I fought against beasts of darkness and Eldritch horrors for decades, then in the late ‘20s one of the fanatics acting for one of the Eldritch demons broke in one night and cursed me before Killing himself. If something can kill me, I haven’t found it yet. I’ve spent decades learning spell and enchantments trying to break it, but as you can see it didn’t work. Eventually I gave up and settled that if Time was to be my prison, then I’d take advantage.” Carol explains between sips of Whiskey. “Everyone I’ve ever loved, is dead. Even my son. I’ve watched as everyone I’ve saved died, everything I’ve protected crumbled. Now I study in silence and watch the world turn as I cannot.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“How unfortunate,” Jo says, though there’s no pity in her expression. Perhaps she isn’t capable of it? She holds her glass of whiskey, breathing in the scent of it for a moment before taking a sip, enjoying the taste. “I don’t know anything about beasts of darkness or Eldritch horrors. I don’t know anything about fears lurking in the dark, either, to be honest. Fear isn’t something I’ve ever really been able to grasp,” she admits. “It sounds interesting, though. How did you find out about such things?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Years of investigation and battle. I first encountered ghosts when I was 20. From there I simply did research and followed clues. Just this conversation tells me you’re a rare breed. I get a sense of Sociopathy, and definitely Narcissism. You are a fascinating creature Ms. Moriarty. What would you do with Immortality.” Carol says raising an eyebrow.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“You’re good. Better than Sherlock, even. He had no idea when we first met. And he prides himself on his deduction abilities.” Joanna smiles and takes another sip of whiskey, swishing it around in her mouth before swallowing. “If I were immortal, the first thing I’d do would probably be go to the people who want me dead, let them try to kill me, and laugh hysterically at their faces when they were unsuccessful. Oh, Sherly would hate it. He’d never be rid of me as long as he lived. Oh, but then what would I do when he eventually died? Nobody’s ever entertained me as much as he has, and I doubt anyone else ever will. I don’t know if I could cope living forever in a boring world without him.” She pouts. “If I were immortal, I’d want him to be too. I’m having second thoughts about my plans for him, to tell you the truth. I think I want to keep him around as long as I can.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Your Sherlock may be good, but he is not Carol. ” She says with a smile. “You seem a dark heart, and that’s what dark gods value in their immortal agents. Perhaps one of them will seen you out. I’d place you at early 40’s at most. You’re the proper age for them. Back in the old days I’d have tried to take you down. Now I know eventually you’ll fall to someone, maybe even yourself so I don’t bother.” The old woman smiles to herself. “You must be quite the adversary. You are welcome to stay here if you’d like. You may have gotten past my security but you can’t get into my vaults so there’s nothing to fear there. I’m going to dress and have Vera prepare breakfast. If you wish to talk further I’ll expect you at the table.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

She looks a little insulted. “Forties? You’re about a decade off. I’m not under enough stress to make me look older than my real age, even with my line of work. And I have no plans of falling any time soon. If anyone takes me down, it’ll be Sherlock, and I’ll be taking him down with me.” But her eyes light up mischievously. “You say I can’t get into your vaults? Is that a challenge to try it? Hmm, I’m tempted. But I suppose I’ll see you at the table.”

[carolsergeyevna]

*SpongeBob Narrator Voice* ~Two Hours Later~

Walking into the dining room clad in a black and silver gown and simple black heels, a turban on her head. “Glad you decided to join me, Ms. Moriarty. Feel free to enjoy anything we have.” Carol says sitting opposite Joanna. The table is covered with large silver dishes containing breakfast meats, fresh fruits, and steaming rolls. “If you you wish, we can set you up in one of my spare rooms for the remainder of your stay in Boston.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

She smiles. “I chose a hotel from what was recommended to me, and it’s not exactly to my liking. I imagine staying here would be preferable, if you can put up with me for that long~” she teases as she puts some food on a plate. “Do you offer accommodations to every psychopath who breaks into your home, or am I just special?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“It’s rare these days to have company. I’d rather like to have some for however long you’re here. I’ll have Vera prepare a room for you.” Carol asks as she breaks open a blood red pomegranate. “Maybe I’ll have you up In my personal library for some reading. I have some very rare volumes in my vaults that we’re copied for the library. Maybe you’ll find something that your Sherlock doesn’t know. In fact I’m certain that you will.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

A huge grin spreads across Joanna’s face at that. “Ooh, he’ll hate that~ He hates it when someone knows something he doesn’t. It’s so funny. He’s so determined to be the cleverest, it’s adorable. I could just eat him up~” She giggles and picks up a roll, biting into it delicately. She chews, swallows, and goes on. “To be honest, I’d love to see the two of you figure each other out. Sherly has a way of looking at the most innocuous, minute details of a person and telling them everything about themselves from whatever information he gathered from it. But I’d doubt he’d figure out your secret. When he first met me, he thought I was just a silly girl clumsily flirting with him. He had no idea who I really was. And as far as I know, he’s completely closed off to the idea of magic and the supernatural. He’d never guess about you.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“You seem open to the idea of the supernatural. Why?” Carol asks raising one eyebrow, a sly smile on her lips.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Well, I highly doubt the existence of the gods of most major religions, but I’ve seen evidence of things like ghosts, and, while I was always on the fence about it, I have been fascinated by cursed objects such as the Hope Diamond and many other things.” She smiles and flutters her eyelashes. “Why do you ask?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Because it is very uncommon in this day and age for someone to believe.” Carol explains. “And I’ll put your doubts to rest now, they exist. Though many rarely enter this plane anymore, they choose to reside in the otherworld these days, but not all. I had quite the chess match with Odin in the 80’s in this very house on one of his trips from Asgard. Mayhaps you’ll meet someone on your stay.” Her grey eyes briefly flashing a pale purple.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Did you win?” Jo asks curiously, her eyes twinkling. “Wouldn’t that be something, to beat a god at chess~ I’d love to play you sometime. I’m sure it would be quite fun. Though, you’ve been around much longer, so I imagine you’re better at it than I am. You’d probably win.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“We played for three days, but I managed to win. Just barely. We played down to King versus King.” Carol explains pouring a glass of deep red wine. “We each bet an artifact from our collection. I won one of the legendary Swords of Power. He quickly came to regret that. He told me if I’m still alive when he comes back to this world we’ll play again for the sword.” Carol laughs, Taking a drink of her wine. “In all my years I never thought I’d have reason to share these stories. You are quite lucky. Not many mortals get to hear such tales or even know of the existence of such powers.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“I’m honored,” Jo says, though she looks more amused than anything else. She takes a bite of food, chews, swallows. “So, if nothing can kill you, do you still need to eat and drink? Or do you just do it out of habit? Did you take breaks during your three day game with Odin?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“I don’t know if I need to eat, but I do feel hunger and thirst. Perhaps it’s just habit.” Carol says between bites of food. “During our game we ate and drank, but we didn’t leave our places. It was fascinating. When you feel you’re finished I’ll show you to my personal Parlor.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna nods and eats some more. When she’s had enough, she puts her silverware down. “I’m done. It was very good. My compliments to the chef.” She’d had her napkin in her lap and now she picks it up, folds it neatly, and lays it on the table.

[carolsergeyevna]

Carol leads Joanna to the top floor of the brownstone into a Parlor of pale purple and rosewood furniture.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Jo follows, and when they reach the parlor she says, “So you said my name sounded familiar. There’s no way little old me is famous enough to be known across the pond, except to those in certain lines of work. Or perhaps you’ve simply met someone who happens to have the same surname as myself?” She’s pretending to be modest, but there’s a slight suspicion in her voice.

[carolsergeyevna]

“It would have to be your surname. I knew nothing of you before today.” Carol explains sitting in a plush armchair. “Now tell me Ms. Moriarty, what business do you have in my fair city?”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Would you believe me if I said I’m traveling out of boredom?” Joanna gives a coy smile as she sits down across from Carol. “It’s not that I dislike the UK, per se. It’s just that seeing the same people every single day, even in a large city like London, gets dull, even with my dear Sherlock to amuse me. I suppose I could have done something drastic to get his attention again. I know he gets bored too, and as much as he acts like he hates me, he loves it when I give him something fun to solve, almost as much as I love to watch him dance to my tunes. But traveling serves a couple of purposes. It gives me new faces, new things to do and play with. And Sherly will think something’s happened to me since he hasn’t heard from me. He’s going to be relieved and disappointed at the same time, and then just as he’s getting used to solving mundane cases again, I’ll show up again to surprise him and catch him off guard. It’s going to be fun~” She giggles and twirls the end of her braid around one finger.

[carolsergeyevna]

“Interesting. I have not been to London in a decade or so. Many Immortals and even a few gods call the city home. It is a beautiful city.” Carol says with a wistful smile. That chess set over there is the one I played Odin on.“ She says pointing to a simple black and white chess set under the window. “How long are you in the city?” She asks.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Another two weeks,” Joanna says cheerfully. “Unfortunately, I can’t get into any mischief here if I get bored. Besides, what’s the point without Sherlock here to try and undo whatever I did? I’ll have to stick to cards or whatever it is “normal” people do to have fun.“ She makes a face at the thought of it. “By the time I get back to London, I’m going to be itching for something so badly. At the very least I’m going to have to break into Sherly’s flat and do something funny. Maybe replace all his tea with herbs, move his experiments around so he can’t find anything, or leave something dead hanging from the ceiling. He knows it’s me doing it, but he never can catch me at it. It’s so funny.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Would you consider yourself a trustworthy woman? Keep your word and all that?” Carol asks gently, walking over to a painting of elegantly dressed woman. “I’m sure I can keep boredom from over taking you. After all I am not at all normal.” A wicked smile crossing her face, the room beginning to smell of Lavender.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna hums, watching Carol’s every move. “Trustworthy? Well, I do always keep my word and promises, if that’s really what you mean. If someone wants something done, I make sure it gets done, no matter what it takes. Even if all they want is a secret kept. When I give my word, I keep it. However…” She grins just as wickedly. “If I don’t explicitly give it, anything could happen~ I could let something slip, and cause all kinds of trouble for whoever wanted me to do something for them.” Her smile becomes innocent as she says, “Why do you ask, doctor?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Everyone I loved is dead. I have no one I can let into my hidden world. You came here to spy upon and study an immortal. I am going to offer you the chance to enter my world, to see and know things that would baffle even your Sherlock.” Carol explains still facing the painting. “All I require is your word that all your knowledge of me will be left here when you depart. You must tell no one that you know of Carol Sergeyevna.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“I see no reason to tell anyone about you. Who would I tell, anyway? Nobody would believe me.” Joanna shrugs. “I won’t breathe a word. Pinky promise.” She stares intently at Carol. “Are you going to teach me things you know about the supernatural, things like that?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Perhaps. For the time being I shall show you my library.” Carol says, she places her hands on the wall of the painting and a pale purple smoke begins to curl off of her body, and the scent of Lavender engulfs everything. The smoke curls over the wall, covering it completely. When the smoke clears the wall and the painting have vanished revealing a hallway. “This way Ms. Moriarty.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Ooh, a secret passage? How intriguing.” Joanna stands up and follows Carol, a spring in her step. “So tell me about that smoke. Was that your aura or something else?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Yes it was a manifestation of it. That trick I learned in Italy in the 50’s. I never did a secret door again.” Carol explains leading Joanna down the brightly lit hallway to a rosewood door with carvings of various birds. “Here we are.” Carol explains opening the door to a large room, bookshelves built into almost every wall. Around the room are glass display cases containing various artifacts. In the center of the room is a larger display containing seemingly mundane items: an old and dusty brown hat, a large antique hunting rifle, a small cross shaped hairpin, a silver cane with a falcons head, an antique shotgun, a small antique photograph of a group of people in front of the brownstone.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna walks to the display in the middle of the room, curious. She looks at the photograph, noting how the people in it had the items in the case. “Am I right in assuming you were close to these people? Did you fight monsters with them?” She looks at Carol. “You must have been very attached to them, to keep their possessions. Sometimes I wonder what that’s like, to love someone.” She hums and looks at the photograph again. “Just look at that specimen with the hat. I bet all the girls back then were crazy for him.”

[carolsergeyevna]

(From left to right in the photograph are: -A tall middle-aged man with prominent sideburns wearing the hat, the rifle over his shoulder

-A slim short young man, his hair held off his face by the hairpin

-Carol looking the same

-a young woman wearing with her hair tied behind her head

-a tall lanky man with crooked teeth

-a tall balding man with a black doctor’s bag

-a young man with a camera

-a tall handsome man in formal clothes)

“They were my family. They are all dead now. Mr. Bane and yes everyone had their eye on him, Dr. Bondevik, Ms. Hunt was my housekeeper, Mr. Gillam, Dr. Franklin, Mr. Mason and my son, Oliver.” Carol’s voice heavy. “Dr. Bondevik…Lukas was the only one other than Oliver to know of my curse. He was also the last to die. I came to him in the late 60’s and told him everything. He came and stayed here with me for 3 years. He died in his sleep.” Carol’s voice is heavy with sadness as she looks at the case.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Does looking at these things make you sad?” Joanna looks up at Carol, something like confusion in her eyes. “I mean no disrespect. I just can’t understand or sympathize because I’ve never felt sadness before. I don’t think I’m able to.” She blinks, though it’s deliberate; she hasn’t involuntarily blinked this whole time. “Why Dr Bondevik, though? Did you tell him because he was the last one living, or were you closer to him than to the others, or did you think he could have helped you?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“More mourning than sadness.” Carol says wiping her eyes. “I loved him. He was one of the few I truly did. I told him I think for to be with him again. Perhaps I just wanted to torture myself by witnessing the last of them die in person instead of from afar.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Why torture yourself?” Joanna asks, looking puzzled. “If it hurts, why put yourself through that pain? Is that what people normally do when they’re going to lose someone close to them? Stay with them until the end even though it’s painful? That’s so strange to me.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“I’m unsure. I think that this is why they cursed me. Because they knew this pain would be unavoidable for me.” Carol explains.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“How have you not lost your mind by now? Doesn’t loss tend to cause things like severe depression in most people? Maybe psychosis or post traumatic symptoms in some people? Can’t that kind of pain drive a person crazy? Do you have a really good therapist or something?” Joanna is full of questions. “Or are you secretly as bonkers as me under many layers of well-crafted pretend sanity?” She steps right up to Carol, standing on tiptoes to look into her eyes as if trying to see into her head, her own dark eyes wide and unblinking.

[carolsergeyevna]

Carol stares back at the woman, and smiles. “I think I’m just stubborn. For a long time I continued to help people and to learn things. Only in the last decade or so have I closed off. I haven’t left Boston since the towers in New York fell. I suppose I should try to get out again.” Carol turns and walks across the room. “This is my personal library and a trophy room. Feel free to explore and read to your hearts content.” Carol laughs, a pleasing melodic sound.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna bounces on her toes for a moment before going to a shelf and reading the titles of books. "So do you go by an alias when you leave the house? Surely you must leave sometimes, even if you don’t talk to anyone. Grocery runs, and such. Do you have a fake ID? I’m certain you have the means to acquire one that could even fool Sherlock.”

[carolsergeyevna]

"Of course. Though I rarely leave the hous more than once or twice a week.” I change where I go every 5 to 10 years to avoid suspicion.“ Carol explains with a sly smile.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

"Clever. This is a pretty big city, so I imagine you could easily go somewhere else for a few years to get things you need.” She runs her fingers down the spines of several books. “Do you ever do things that would be hazardous to mortal people, just for the adrenaline rush because you know it can’t kill you? I would if I couldn’t be killed.”

[carolsergeyevna]

"After I was cursed, I tried many times to kill myself. The most traumatic was putting a shotgun in my mouth and firing both Barrels.” Carol explains. “I was spitting out bullet for a month. Perhaps after this you’d like to see where I keep the more dangerous Artifacts?”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

"Dangerous artifacts?" Joanna's eyes light up with interest. "I'd love to." She pulls out a book and opens it to a random page, featuring a very disturbing illustration of a creature that would send shivers down any normal person's spine, but Joanna stares at it in fascination. "What's this? Did you fight something like this before?"

[jasonalexander97]

If you got to spend one day with me, what would we do?

[galvanised-friend]

Please distract me

Ask me things, tell me stories, just anything. Please.

[carolsergeyevna]

*Insert Catchy Starter Here*

“Who are you? How did you get in here?” The older woman asks, her voice stern. She has an antique gun leveled at you.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Oh, you found me~” Joanna giggles almost childishly, not even flinching at the gun pointed at her. “Who I am isn’t nearly as interesting as who you are. I just had to come and meet you myself. As for how I got in, that’s my little secret~” Her tone is teasing, and she steps closer, her wide dark eyes betraying that there’s something not quite right about her.

[carolsergeyevna]

“Leave now.” Carol says a hint of fear and rage in her voice. “You may enjoy scaring harmless old ladies, but I doubt the police will find it quite as charming.” Her gun never moves.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“The police?” She scoffs. “Boring.” Then she smiles. “I highly doubt you’re harmless. You have a gun pointed at me. I bet you’re a crack shot with it, aren’t you, Dr. Sergeyevna? Your hand isn’t even shaking. You’re obviously confident with it. Where did you even get that? It looks at least as old as you.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“What did you call me…?” Carol asks, the fear in her eyes melting into disbelief. “I don’t know anyone by that name.” Her grip on the gun tightening. The air in the room beginning to smell of Lavender.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Mhm. Sure. Why do the bad liars always think they’re good ones? You and my dear Sherly both.” She hums and fiddles with her braid. “Hmm, do you have a candle lit somewhere that I didn’t see when I came in? I smell lavender. It’s very nice.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“You seem to know a lot. It’s not like I need the gun anyway.” Carol says bitterly, lowering the weapon. “That would be the smell of my Aura. Now who are you and why are you in my house?”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Joanna Moriarty. Feel free to call me Jo.” She smiles pleasantly, though her eyes are calculating. “And I already told you why I’m here. I came to see you. I’m so bored all the time that I just can’t resist anything that catches my interest.” She examines her fingernails, filed into an oval shape and painted a deep green, then looks up at Carol. “I never believed in things like auras before, but maybe that was due to a lack of knowledge. Would you be so kind as to tell me more about it?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Moirarty? That sounds familiar.” Carol says calmly. “If you must know an Aura is the electric field that surrounds a living thing or magical entity. Now, Follow me. We may as well have a drink.” Carol leads To into a lush Parlor and points to a plush burgundy armchair. “You sound British, what do you British girls drink these days?”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

She sits down and crosses her ankles. “I’m Irish, actually. I just moved to England at a young age, so my accent is a mix of the two. And you’re definitely Slavic. Russian, or something else? If you mean what I drink in general, I consume probably unhealthy amounts of tea. If you mean alcohol, I’ll drink just about anything except gin. It tastes like the bastard child of pine sap and laundry detergent.” She watches her. “Does everyone have an aura, or just you?” She seems very curious about the subject.

[carolsergeyevna]

“We’ll take Whiskey. I’m Russian.” Carol explains going to the bar on the far side of the room. She comes back with a silver tray of liquor bottles and 2 crystal glasses. “Everything living or magical has an Aura. Usually it is just an invisible energy feild, but the use of magic can cause it to be visible to both the eyes and the nose.” Carol explains sitting across from Jo. “Now tell me, how did you find me? I’ve remained well hidden since my ‘Death’ in ‘39”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna covers her mouth with one hand and giggles. “That’s a funny story, actually. My mother, bless her, suggested I look into your work in the psychology field. This was before her untimely death. She and my father always wanted me to see a therapist. She thought your work from that time period could “help” me.“ She put the word “help” in finger quotes. “Not that seeing any number of doctors in my youth got the results my parents wanted. But, out of curiosity, I started reading things you’d published, and happened to come across a picture of you. At the time I’d also been engaging in my hobby of people watching and at one point saw you. Realizing you looked exactly like the picture I saw, I at first thought you were a descendant, so I started watching you. I’d been… opening my mind, to the possibility of such things as magic, strange as it may sound. Most people don’t believe in that sort of thing, but it couldn’t have been pure chance that brought Sherly and I together.” She sighs, looking like a schoolgirl with a crush for a moment. “I heard you speak a few times and knew you had to have grown up in a Slavic country, so you were unlikely to be a descendant of Dr. Sergeyevna, unless she moved back there, which I thought was unlikely. So I entered your home a few times to poke around and came to the conclusion that it was you. It was only this time that you found me. So, tell me…” She leans toward Carol, curiosity glinting in her eyes. “How did you do it? Is there anything that can kill you? I’d love to know your secret. There are some people who think I’d be better off dead, and I’d hate to give them the satisfaction. Besides, death sounds boring. I hate being bored. I’ll do anything to avoid it.” There’s a venom in her voice that indicates she truly despises boredom and if it were a living thing she’d probably dispose of it as soon as possible.

[carolsergeyevna]

“You must have been overly curious. My works are studied by every student of Psychology in the world. My picture hangs with that of Newton, Tesla, and Freud, and yet no one recognized me until now. I believe that’s because people don’t want magic to exist because that justifies all those fears that lurk in the dark. My immortality wasn’t a finding of my own or even a gift. It was a curse. I fought against beasts of darkness and Eldritch horrors for decades, then in the late ‘20s one of the fanatics acting for one of the Eldritch demons broke in one night and cursed me before Killing himself. If something can kill me, I haven’t found it yet. I’ve spent decades learning spell and enchantments trying to break it, but as you can see it didn’t work. Eventually I gave up and settled that if Time was to be my prison, then I’d take advantage.” Carol explains between sips of Whiskey. “Everyone I’ve ever loved, is dead. Even my son. I’ve watched as everyone I’ve saved died, everything I’ve protected crumbled. Now I study in silence and watch the world turn as I cannot.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“How unfortunate,” Jo says, though there’s no pity in her expression. Perhaps she isn’t capable of it? She holds her glass of whiskey, breathing in the scent of it for a moment before taking a sip, enjoying the taste. “I don’t know anything about beasts of darkness or Eldritch horrors. I don’t know anything about fears lurking in the dark, either, to be honest. Fear isn’t something I’ve ever really been able to grasp,” she admits. “It sounds interesting, though. How did you find out about such things?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Years of investigation and battle. I first encountered ghosts when I was 20. From there I simply did research and followed clues. Just this conversation tells me you’re a rare breed. I get a sense of Sociopathy, and definitely Narcissism. You are a fascinating creature Ms. Moriarty. What would you do with Immortality.” Carol says raising an eyebrow.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“You’re good. Better than Sherlock, even. He had no idea when we first met. And he prides himself on his deduction abilities.” Joanna smiles and takes another sip of whiskey, swishing it around in her mouth before swallowing. “If I were immortal, the first thing I’d do would probably be go to the people who want me dead, let them try to kill me, and laugh hysterically at their faces when they were unsuccessful. Oh, Sherly would hate it. He’d never be rid of me as long as he lived. Oh, but then what would I do when he eventually died? Nobody’s ever entertained me as much as he has, and I doubt anyone else ever will. I don’t know if I could cope living forever in a boring world without him.” She pouts. “If I were immortal, I’d want him to be too. I’m having second thoughts about my plans for him, to tell you the truth. I think I want to keep him around as long as I can.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Your Sherlock may be good, but he is not Carol. ” She says with a smile. “You seem a dark heart, and that’s what dark gods value in their immortal agents. Perhaps one of them will seen you out. I’d place you at early 40’s at most. You’re the proper age for them. Back in the old days I’d have tried to take you down. Now I know eventually you’ll fall to someone, maybe even yourself so I don’t bother.” The old woman smiles to herself. “You must be quite the adversary. You are welcome to stay here if you’d like. You may have gotten past my security but you can’t get into my vaults so there’s nothing to fear there. I’m going to dress and have Vera prepare breakfast. If you wish to talk further I’ll expect you at the table.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

She looks a little insulted. “Forties? You’re about a decade off. I’m not under enough stress to make me look older than my real age, even with my line of work. And I have no plans of falling any time soon. If anyone takes me down, it’ll be Sherlock, and I’ll be taking him down with me.” But her eyes light up mischievously. “You say I can’t get into your vaults? Is that a challenge to try it? Hmm, I’m tempted. But I suppose I’ll see you at the table.”

[carolsergeyevna]

*SpongeBob Narrator Voice* ~Two Hours Later~

Walking into the dining room clad in a black and silver gown and simple black heels, a turban on her head. “Glad you decided to join me, Ms. Moriarty. Feel free to enjoy anything we have.” Carol says sitting opposite Joanna. The table is covered with large silver dishes containing breakfast meats, fresh fruits, and steaming rolls. “If you you wish, we can set you up in one of my spare rooms for the remainder of your stay in Boston.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

She smiles. “I chose a hotel from what was recommended to me, and it’s not exactly to my liking. I imagine staying here would be preferable, if you can put up with me for that long~” she teases as she puts some food on a plate. “Do you offer accommodations to every psychopath who breaks into your home, or am I just special?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“It’s rare these days to have company. I’d rather like to have some for however long you’re here. I’ll have Vera prepare a room for you.” Carol asks as she breaks open a blood red pomegranate. “Maybe I’ll have you up In my personal library for some reading. I have some very rare volumes in my vaults that we’re copied for the library. Maybe you’ll find something that your Sherlock doesn’t know. In fact I’m certain that you will.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

A huge grin spreads across Joanna’s face at that. “Ooh, he’ll hate that~ He hates it when someone knows something he doesn’t. It’s so funny. He’s so determined to be the cleverest, it’s adorable. I could just eat him up~” She giggles and picks up a roll, biting into it delicately. She chews, swallows, and goes on. “To be honest, I’d love to see the two of you figure each other out. Sherly has a way of looking at the most innocuous, minute details of a person and telling them everything about themselves from whatever information he gathered from it. But I’d doubt he’d figure out your secret. When he first met me, he thought I was just a silly girl clumsily flirting with him. He had no idea who I really was. And as far as I know, he’s completely closed off to the idea of magic and the supernatural. He’d never guess about you.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“You seem open to the idea of the supernatural. Why?” Carol asks raising one eyebrow, a sly smile on her lips.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Well, I highly doubt the existence of the gods of most major religions, but I’ve seen evidence of things like ghosts, and, while I was always on the fence about it, I have been fascinated by cursed objects such as the Hope Diamond and many other things.” She smiles and flutters her eyelashes. “Why do you ask?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Because it is very uncommon in this day and age for someone to believe.” Carol explains. “And I’ll put your doubts to rest now, they exist. Though many rarely enter this plane anymore, they choose to reside in the otherworld these days, but not all. I had quite the chess match with Odin in the 80’s in this very house on one of his trips from Asgard. Mayhaps you’ll meet someone on your stay.” Her grey eyes briefly flashing a pale purple.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Did you win?” Jo asks curiously, her eyes twinkling. “Wouldn’t that be something, to beat a god at chess~ I’d love to play you sometime. I’m sure it would be quite fun. Though, you’ve been around much longer, so I imagine you’re better at it than I am. You’d probably win.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“We played for three days, but I managed to win. Just barely. We played down to King versus King.” Carol explains pouring a glass of deep red wine. “We each bet an artifact from our collection. I won one of the legendary Swords of Power. He quickly came to regret that. He told me if I’m still alive when he comes back to this world we’ll play again for the sword.” Carol laughs, Taking a drink of her wine. “In all my years I never thought I’d have reason to share these stories. You are quite lucky. Not many mortals get to hear such tales or even know of the existence of such powers.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“I’m honored,” Jo says, though she looks more amused than anything else. She takes a bite of food, chews, swallows. “So, if nothing can kill you, do you still need to eat and drink? Or do you just do it out of habit? Did you take breaks during your three day game with Odin?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“I don’t know if I need to eat, but I do feel hunger and thirst. Perhaps it’s just habit.” Carol says between bites of food. “During our game we ate and drank, but we didn’t leave our places. It was fascinating. When you feel you’re finished I’ll show you to my personal Parlor.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna nods and eats some more. When she’s had enough, she puts her silverware down. “I’m done. It was very good. My compliments to the chef.” She’d had her napkin in her lap and now she picks it up, folds it neatly, and lays it on the table.

[carolsergeyevna]

Carol leads Joanna to the top floor of the brownstone into a Parlor of pale purple and rosewood furniture.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Jo follows, and when they reach the parlor she says, “So you said my name sounded familiar. There’s no way little old me is famous enough to be known across the pond, except to those in certain lines of work. Or perhaps you’ve simply met someone who happens to have the same surname as myself?” She’s pretending to be modest, but there’s a slight suspicion in her voice.

[carolsergeyevna]

“It would have to be your surname. I knew nothing of you before today.” Carol explains sitting in a plush armchair. “Now tell me Ms. Moriarty, what business do you have in my fair city?”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Would you believe me if I said I’m traveling out of boredom?” Joanna gives a coy smile as she sits down across from Carol. “It’s not that I dislike the UK, per se. It’s just that seeing the same people every single day, even in a large city like London, gets dull, even with my dear Sherlock to amuse me. I suppose I could have done something drastic to get his attention again. I know he gets bored too, and as much as he acts like he hates me, he loves it when I give him something fun to solve, almost as much as I love to watch him dance to my tunes. But traveling serves a couple of purposes. It gives me new faces, new things to do and play with. And Sherly will think something’s happened to me since he hasn’t heard from me. He’s going to be relieved and disappointed at the same time, and then just as he’s getting used to solving mundane cases again, I’ll show up again to surprise him and catch him off guard. It’s going to be fun~” She giggles and twirls the end of her braid around one finger.

[carolsergeyevna]

“Interesting. I have not been to London in a decade or so. Many Immortals and even a few gods call the city home. It is a beautiful city.” Carol says with a wistful smile. That chess set over there is the one I played Odin on.“ She says pointing to a simple black and white chess set under the window. “How long are you in the city?” She asks.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Another two weeks,” Joanna says cheerfully. “Unfortunately, I can’t get into any mischief here if I get bored. Besides, what’s the point without Sherlock here to try and undo whatever I did? I’ll have to stick to cards or whatever it is “normal” people do to have fun.“ She makes a face at the thought of it. “By the time I get back to London, I’m going to be itching for something so badly. At the very least I’m going to have to break into Sherly’s flat and do something funny. Maybe replace all his tea with herbs, move his experiments around so he can’t find anything, or leave something dead hanging from the ceiling. He knows it’s me doing it, but he never can catch me at it. It’s so funny.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Would you consider yourself a trustworthy woman? Keep your word and all that?” Carol asks gently, walking over to a painting of elegantly dressed woman. “I’m sure I can keep boredom from over taking you. After all I am not at all normal.” A wicked smile crossing her face, the room beginning to smell of Lavender.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna hums, watching Carol’s every move. “Trustworthy? Well, I do always keep my word and promises, if that’s really what you mean. If someone wants something done, I make sure it gets done, no matter what it takes. Even if all they want is a secret kept. When I give my word, I keep it. However…” She grins just as wickedly. “If I don’t explicitly give it, anything could happen~ I could let something slip, and cause all kinds of trouble for whoever wanted me to do something for them.” Her smile becomes innocent as she says, “Why do you ask, doctor?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Everyone I loved is dead. I have no one I can let into my hidden world. You came here to spy upon and study an immortal. I am going to offer you the chance to enter my world, to see and know things that would baffle even your Sherlock.” Carol explains still facing the painting. “All I require is your word that all your knowledge of me will be left here when you depart. You must tell no one that you know of Carol Sergeyevna.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“I see no reason to tell anyone about you. Who would I tell, anyway? Nobody would believe me.” Joanna shrugs. “I won’t breathe a word. Pinky promise.” She stares intently at Carol. “Are you going to teach me things you know about the supernatural, things like that?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Perhaps. For the time being I shall show you my library.” Carol says, she places her hands on the wall of the painting and a pale purple smoke begins to curl off of her body, and the scent of Lavender engulfs everything. The smoke curls over the wall, covering it completely. When the smoke clears the wall and the painting have vanished revealing a hallway. “This way Ms. Moriarty.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Ooh, a secret passage? How intriguing.” Joanna stands up and follows Carol, a spring in her step. “So tell me about that smoke. Was that your aura or something else?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“Yes it was a manifestation of it. That trick I learned in Italy in the 50’s. I never did a secret door again.” Carol explains leading Joanna down the brightly lit hallway to a rosewood door with carvings of various birds. “Here we are.” Carol explains opening the door to a large room, bookshelves built into almost every wall. Around the room are glass display cases containing various artifacts. In the center of the room is a larger display containing seemingly mundane items: an old and dusty brown hat, a large antique hunting rifle, a small cross shaped hairpin, a silver cane with a falcons head, an antique shotgun, a small antique photograph of a group of people in front of the brownstone.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna walks to the display in the middle of the room, curious. She looks at the photograph, noting how the people in it had the items in the case. “Am I right in assuming you were close to these people? Did you fight monsters with them?” She looks at Carol. “You must have been very attached to them, to keep their possessions. Sometimes I wonder what that’s like, to love someone.” She hums and looks at the photograph again. “Just look at that specimen with the hat. I bet all the girls back then were crazy for him.”

[carolsergeyevna]

(From left to right in the photograph are: -A tall middle-aged man with prominent sideburns wearing the hat, the rifle over his shoulder

-A slim short young man, his hair held off his face by the hairpin

-Carol looking the same

-a young woman wearing with her hair tied behind her head

-a tall lanky man with crooked teeth

-a tall balding man with a black doctor’s bag

-a young man with a camera

-a tall handsome man in formal clothes)

“They were my family. They are all dead now. Mr. Bane and yes everyone had their eye on him, Dr. Bondevik, Ms. Hunt was my housekeeper, Mr. Gillam, Dr. Franklin, Mr. Mason and my son, Oliver.” Carol’s voice heavy. “Dr. Bondevik…Lukas was the only one other than Oliver to know of my curse. He was also the last to die. I came to him in the late 60’s and told him everything. He came and stayed here with me for 3 years. He died in his sleep.” Carol’s voice is heavy with sadness as she looks at the case.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Does looking at these things make you sad?” Joanna looks up at Carol, something like confusion in her eyes. “I mean no disrespect. I just can’t understand or sympathize because I’ve never felt sadness before. I don’t think I’m able to.” She blinks, though it’s deliberate; she hasn’t involuntarily blinked this whole time. “Why Dr Bondevik, though? Did you tell him because he was the last one living, or were you closer to him than to the others, or did you think he could have helped you?”

[carolsergeyevna]

“More mourning than sadness.” Carol says wiping her eyes. “I loved him. He was one of the few I truly did. I told him I think for to be with him again. Perhaps I just wanted to torture myself by witnessing the last of them die in person instead of from afar.”

[miss-jo-moriarty]

“Why torture yourself?” Joanna asks, looking puzzled. “If it hurts, why put yourself through that pain? Is that what people normally do when they’re going to lose someone close to them? Stay with them until the end even though it’s painful? That’s so strange to me.”

[carolsergeyevna]

“I’m unsure. I think that this is why they cursed me. Because they knew this pain would be unavoidable for me.” Carol explains.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

"How have you not lost your mind by now? Doesn’t loss tend to cause things like severe depression in most people? Maybe psychosis or post traumatic symptoms in some people? Can’t that kind of pain drive a person crazy? Do you have a really good therapist or something?” Joanna is full of questions. “Or are you secretly as bonkers as me under many layers of well-crafted pretend sanity?” She steps right up to Carol, standing on tiptoes to look into her eyes as if trying to see into her head, her own dark eyes wide and unblinking.

[carolsergeyevna]

Carol stares back at the woman, and smiles. "I think I’m just stubborn. For a long time I continued to help people and to learn things. Only in the last decade or so have I closed off. I haven’t left Boston since the towers in New York fell. I suppose I should try to get out again.” Carol turns and walks across the room. “This is my personal library and a trophy room. Feel free to explore and read to your hearts content.” Carol laughs, a pleasing melodic sound.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

Joanna bounces on her toes for a moment before going to a shelf and reading the titles of books. "So do you go by an alias when you leave the house? Surely you must leave sometimes, even if you don’t talk to anyone. Grocery runs, and such. Do you have a fake ID? I’m certain you have the means to acquire one that could even fool Sherlock.”

[carolsergeyevna]

"Of course. Though I rarely leave the hous more than once or twice a week.” I change where I go every 5 to 10 years to avoid suspicion.“ Carol explains with a sly smile.

[miss-jo-moriarty]

"Clever. This is a pretty big city, so I imagine you could easily go somewhere else for a few years to get things you need." She runs her fingers down the spines of several books. "Do you ever do things that would be hazardous to mortal people, just for the adrenaline rush because you know it can't kill you? I would if I couldn't be killed."

[so-manyfeelingshere]

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[akioky]

It’s been a while since I uploaded my last cosplay picture .. hope you’ll like it xx

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[miss-jo-moriarty]

(Great job, friend! You look awesome! Not sure if I've reblogged this before but I'm doing it now. I really like your cosplay!)