Professor James Moriarty

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Promises to a dead man

An AU where the most crucial moment in the Reichenbach fall went wrong for Holmes and his first prognosis of Moriarty throwing him over the edge is the eventuality.

Moriarty, now completely unchallenged and brimming with vengeful rage turns all of his energy towards hurting Dr Watson and his wife in the most creative of ways, as he promised Sherlock before their fight.

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“I didn’t mean to imply that I was going anywhere,” Ashildr kept her tone even and level. She didn’t want the professor to think she was being flippant or putting on a false front. “I simply think it’s good form to know when one is with a dangerous man. It was a fact now a concern.” 

“It’s an intriguing proposal even for how vague it is,” She said honestly thinking it over. An apprenticeship of sorts would open her up to the sort of scrutiny that could be problematic, but then present company didn’t seem terribly concerned about it. “I assume whatever this assistantship entails, it’s more than simple some aid in mathematics or am I wrong?” She wasn’t sure what exactly it might be or lead to, but she knew that those theorems and calculations were working toward something greater than simply theories or conjecture.

“I only ask because – well, I can study math just about anywhere. It’s the more bit that I find more intriguing. I can’t fathom what it involves, but that’s sort of the fun of it, isn’t it?” She questioned somewhat rhetorically. 

“What do I need to do to accept?” 

Intelligence was valued by James, of course he could appreciate it as, in his own view of the world, there were very few that were on a level field with him. Alas, James was also very territorial of that ‘field’ and those whom he deemed capable of brining his downfall, were swiftly dealt with or adequately threatened. Ashildr would not be granted access to his other interests, not until he had something strong enough to both force and ensure her loyalty to him and indeed her discretion. Though no one had access to his empire and its workings except him, or the various pseudo names he went under.

He did nothing to address the comment of the ‘vagueness’ of his proposal, pretending that it was something she was supposed to know. Usually such a move would make the lesser accept his silence as a means for them to pretend they were intelligent enough to understand. “Eventually, you might be asked to develop patterns and observations of your own, but that is far on the horizon for the time being.” It was polite, even kind sounding as the facade of a teacher continued.

It sounded like she was negotiating with him though, her intrigue being the selling factor for her ‘studying’ with him. Then came his terms and James considered himself for a moment. He had intended to send a candidate on a mindless mission, or seemingly mindless anyway, but she might figure out that the parcel meant to be delivered was not actually a set of books but a carefully designed bomb meant for a ‘loose end’ which risked her investigating further. No, this test had to be more subtle than that. “Well, you will need to prove yourself capable of understanding the theorem, which you have already done. So I will instead suggest a further challenge for you. Create a simple code and cypher? A mundane message of anything really and bring it to me when you are done.” His code for his empire would have to be protected, so a test to see her understanding of such things would decide her fate, at least in his eyes.

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quietresistance :

Her hands loosened now, Katherine not seeing the need in clasping them so tightly when there wasn’t someone providing a conversation that made her want to talk with her hands as well as her voice.  While it wasn’t necessarily proper to let her hands move, she might’ve if the room wasn’t quite to crowded.  Her voice sometimes was too soft on its own to give the emphasis she desired.  But that was not needed now…  She truly had no idea who the man was, just hoping that something at least halfway worth while came of their speaking.  After the day, she felt tired and hoped to catch a friend’s eye to plan a return home.

His correction didn’t embarrass, especially as the title usually boded well for an interesting conversation.  Her smile widened once more as she gave a nod.  “Some opportunities should be wasted, Professor, but yes, I do try not to waste the good ones.”  After all, not all opportunities were created equal.  Two conversations present the same amount of opportunity but one might be mind numbingly dull and the other quite the opposite.  Of course, the trick was figuring out which before the conversation began, something she only had a little luck in.

Realizing he had introduced himself and she’d given nothing in return, she flushed a little.  “Katherine Harris, Sir. and yes, not just for this.”  There’s some amusement in her voice at the thought.  “I am, however, visiting my uncle and a few friends, all natives of England.  I, on the other hand, am from New York, so quite a long way but for good reason.”

Americans felt few and far between in recent years, of course they had their own problems to deal with but ever the opportunist, finding connections across the Atlantic could only be beneficial. Of course, they would have to be the right connections and as she did not seek out dull conversations, he was not looking to waste his time either. Her admittance of family to him would prove most valuable to him after all.

He laughed politely at her comment on opportunities, perhaps she was not as mediocre as he initially thought, such a retort at least showed confidence in charisma. He immediately  thought of Irene Adler and her value, people were so often disarmed by women, something James did not fully understand, then again other men were mainly moronic in his own eyes. “Ah, but arguably, do we not create our own opportunities? Perhaps then it is best to only create worthy ones.” He countered, though it was friendly in tone, he did feel like he had to have the last word on it and very quickly jumped onto her offer of name and information.

James hid his disappointment that those she was visiting were not from the States, perhaps Irene would have to be kept around a little longer, despite her weakness for the detective. “It does well to visit family. Though to have such close relations on opposite sides of the ocean seems like it would be quite a heartbreak.” James did not care at all about family and ties, but as she mentioned them, he took it as a topic she might value and might hold her interest long enough for him to learn something useful. “Then again, the prospect of living in New York, well, I doubt any could pass that up.” London was better, he thought, more useful for its access to Europe and its leaders. What was some city on the far side of the world to him in that moment? “I have relatives in South Africa, but I have never met them nor corresponded, alas, distance within my blood seems to merit abandonment. You are very lucky with your family.” There were no Moriartys in South Africa, but nonsense for the sake of ‘give and take’.

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Moriarty: I should have killed them all at that wedding...

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  Ashildr didn’t need to know too much about this man before her to know that he was likely someone not to be reckoned with. She might not know just how true such a statement was, but she rarely let her guard down that much. 

“My prowess for mathematics aside, I can’t imagine the university would think me a proper choice for the role,” She was a woman after all and while the world had changed considerably in recent years, she doubted it was quite that progressive. “I don’t doubt my abilities, but one does not care for too much attention to be drawn to ones self.” 

She looked at him curiously. It was certainly intriguing whatever exactly this offer is. “I must admit I can’t imagine the university would be too comfortable with what these theorems could do if put into practice.” 

She tilted her head, “I’m starting to wonder if you aren’t a dangers man to know.” 

“No, they wouldn’t.” He agreed without pause, the other professors and undoubtedly a number of his students too would sneer at her, though they would be real fools to dare to do so to him. He allowed her to continue, laughing softly for her observations of the sorts of things his theorems could do if put into practice. Perhaps he should not let her leave the building alive, he appreciated talent, no matter who it was that embodied it, but he would readily kill a peer or even friend if they gave so much of a suggestion that they knew of his other work as she had just done. However, he was looking to recruit her, which allowed some small license in what he would take, in his own vanity, as her proving herself. “That’s why they’re called theorems, theory being the key element to the title.” He dismissed.

“No one has ever achieved anything from cowering away from their own potential for fear of what old men think of them.” He gave back and stole another glance to her. “But, I understand your hesitation. I’m not looking for a servant, I’m not looking to cause controversy, I’m looking for potential and I see that in you.” He finished correcting his calculation and gave her his full attention once more. “As for being a dangerous man? I am no more so than any other man on this earth. I dabble in the theories, other men perform the actions.” Which so far was technically no lie, James very rarely was the one getting his hands dirty. “And I will not allow the fear of what other men might do to prevent me from exploring my mathematical potential.”

“Will you allow such trivial fears from preventing you from yours?”

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quietresistance :

She wasn’t a social butterfly.  An evening at home with a few friends, good fun, and engaging conversation was more than enough for her.   But when she was abroad, friends and family tended to desire to show her the social scene, including parties and balls.  It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy such events… on the contrary, she always had an excellent time, but it just wasn’t something she sought out.  The best times were quieter for her, not loud and in the middle of a crowd.  If it wasn’t for the dancing and the chance to wear her nicest dress, perhaps she wouldn’t like such events.

Yet, here she was… in the middle of a crowd, talking to people who either were passed on to her by her friends or overheard her rather peculiar accent and decided that an American was worth talking to, if only for their own amusement.  Occasionally, she would light upon someone she truly enjoyed speaking with and her face would brighten, eyes dancing as her hands tightly clasped together to keep from flying about.  Every one of those people made the night a little more worth the time it took up.  The only thing she might regret, if no one decided to correct it, was she had not yet danced as no one had asked her, but with some of the conversations she had tonight would more than make up for that absence if no one did.

The man who approached her next after a lull received a sunny smile, albeit a little tired.  He was older than her by more than a few years she guessed, but those sort of people were often the most interesting… or the most aggravating.  Inclining her head slightly, she gave the slightest shrug of her shoulders.  “It is quite lovely, I must agree, and I have taken advantage of that fact.”  Her smile widened a bit at the rather obvious answer to his question.  “I’d think not.  I am from the United States, after all.  The last time I was in London was when I was a small child.  But I take it you are quite the frequenter of these events then, Mr.?”

The manner in which she carried herself intrigued him more and more, the tight clasping of her hands a give away to someone who was considerably expressive in a much more relaxed setting, but aside from himself whom he believed was near constantly aware of the behaviour he was portraying to the eyes around him, who else would be less expressive in a much more relaxed situation? If nothing else it showed him a trait of honesty which he still saw uses for. The way in which she lit up in some conversations suggested, at least to him, that she was not keen on the usual drivel of conversations at such events either.

Noting that she had not yet been around the dance floor, James kept his eyes on the people he noticed she had been speaking with beforehand, just in case any of them proved unsavoury to his plans. Despite disliking a greater many of them, so far there were none that were at all threatening to him. That bright smile earning just a touch of sincerity from James’ returned smile. “Never an opportunity wasted, I hope?” It was a polite ask, said with that same smile but it had other meanings that he hoped to work out on his own.

“Professor.” He corrected, though it was gentle, how was she to know after all, “Professor James Moriarty.” He introduced himself properly and returned to the topic of her. “And who might it be that has travelled such a long way, surely to not only attend this event?” Crossing an ocean took a lot of effort after all and he was quite certain she had not come specifically for a mediocre party.

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“I fear you misunderstood me, professor,” Ashildr said with an amused smirk on her face. “I can’t fathom what you’re saying because there is most certainly a miscalculation in your theorem. It’s the math that is faulty,” She pointed out. “Here,” She said drawing his attention to the miscalculation. 

“I can fathom a great many things. I must admit I’m not entirely sure why you asked me to come here outside of the possibility that you needed your math corrected.” 

James, for a moment may have let slip that other side of himself, a proud and angrier side that did not at all like to be corrected. However, despite his quietly curling hand, he did look to his work and he too saw the miscalculation. Remarkably, his anger turned to that something more on the boarders of impressed and he looked back to her, his mind ticking furiously before he managed the most unnerving promise of all, a genuine smile.

“On what rare occasion that might be, too many numbers make most go cross eyed. I may have been looking at them too long.” That smile lasted perhaps unreasonably long, there was no thanks for her correction mind. He needed someone of intelligence, needed them to be able to code and message things correctly while he was abroad at any given time. Perhaps this young lady was too clever? A threat to him and his Empire, which he would take far too seriously if it were the case. Damned though if he would waste an opportunity to have her on his side. “I suppose I am unable to fool you. Very well, I shall drop the act. I am looking for a worthy assistant to help me in my work at the university. While my error-” Which he moved to start correcting as he spoke, “-was not meant as an assessment, it appears to have been a more worthy one than my initial attempts to demonstrate a theorem.” He glance to her, “Even an erred one might have been.”

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"I cannot possibly fathom what you are talking about."

“No. Perhaps I have overestimated my ability to actually teach my theorems, which I suppose is a terrible shame for my students. Yet you seem like a bright and capable young lady, surely with some extra thought given to the method, you will be able to pick it up in no time at all.”

A facade of a teacher and nothing more, James was looking for someone with considerable intelligence to recruit, while he understood Ashildr appeared to have wisdom beyond her years, he had been sceptical when she was first pointed out to him. “But perhaps mathematical theorems are not where your strengths lie?” He resisted adding a comment about her gender, though he was curious if it would spark a reaction from her. “What topic might you be able to fathom?” A crueller phrase to use which held notes of a vicious insult under a polite and practised tone. 

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Parties. There was a mix of feelings regarding them, on the one hand, James considered it a demonstration of his social status, his friend from Cambridge dragging him to the most prestigious of events which so often allowed for opportunistic encounters with some equally powerful people. On the other hand was that in most instances such events were gruellingly dull with people he would not like to bare the company of for more than a few hours. Rich and pompous men and women with inherited stature but no brains or sense to back it up. Mostly, the entertainment came from assessing the on goings between different people, who disliked who, who it was that was pretending their wealth was still their own.

The latest invite was that of one of the larger social balls, while it was not at the top end of the party calender, it was still enough to merit a visit from the professor who took to scanning the room to begin his mild entertainment for the evening in assessing the guests, that was until his gaze settled on a face he did not know, something about her suggested she bore greater intelligence than some of the gentry around her, the accent vivid but the tone gentle enough to be hidden in the chorus of people and that potential earned his intrigue, thus he approached.

“A fine evening, though it appears as if it may be a busy one.” He smiled politely to her. “Plenty of people to meet and converse with. I can’t say I have seen you attend one of these events in the past, Miss?”

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famous first lines of poetry pt. 1: BOLD the ones that apply to your muse.

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I SAW THE BEST MINDS OF MY GENERATION DESTROYED BY MADNESS, STARVING HYSTERICAL NAKED //  Tyger Tyger, burning bright  //  I have done it again  // Do not go gentle into that good night. // The sea is calm to-night. // Let us go then, you and I, // April is the cruelest month, // Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // There is a place where the sidewalk ends // I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) // Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, // Whose woods these are I think I know // Let us twain walk aside from the rest; // Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, // I taught myself to live simply and wisely // It so happens I am sick of being a man // I wandered lonely as a cloud // Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // O my Luve is like a red, red rose // O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; // Out of the night that covers me, // It was many and many a year ago, // YOU MAY WRITE ME DOWN IN HISTORY // Do not stand at my grave and weep // SOME SAY THE WORLD WILL END IN FIRE / Some say in ice. // Hope is the thing with feathers // The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // No man is an island, // REMEMBER ME WHEN I AM GONE AWAY, // I met a traveler from an antique land // ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves // This is thy hour O Soul, // WHEN WE WEAR THE MASK THAT GRINS AND LIES, // Death be not proud, // And death shall have no dominion. // Laugh, and the world laughs with you; // The art of losing isn’t hard to master; // To see a World in a Grain of Sand // Is there anybody there? Said the traveller  // NOBODY HEARD HIM, THE DEAD MAN, // That crazed girl improving her music. // Come to me in the silence of the night; //  Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high  // When you are old and grey and full of sleep, // IN FLANDER’S FIELDS THE POPPIES BLOW // I thought of you and how you love this beauty // Life, believe, is not a dream // It may be misery not to sing at all, //  If tarry space no limit knows // Come live with me and be my love, // Had we but world enough and time,  // My heart aches, and drowsy numbness pains my sense // Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art- // Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. // Heaven is what I cannot reach! // My dear, my dear, I know // In visions of the dark night // Shall I compare thee to a summers day? // Break, break, break, // She walks in beauty, // I had a dream, which was not at all a dream. // He clasps the ring with crooked hands.

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There was always something so very grand about the sort of parties he would get invited to, either through his friend, the Prime Minister, or through his reputable career as a mathematician. Though he rather relished the grandeur, there was something of a dread surrounding attending such events, he found the company to be particularly tiresome and boring. He stood by one of the walls, watching the aristocrats prance about in fine clothing and wondered if there were any within that hall that had earned their place there as he believed he had. 

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        “Come now, I hardly think that is at all a fair assumption.”

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Disappointment. For those that were familiar with him, it was perhaps the first warning sign to leave his company at once, unless you happened to be in his innermost circle. It was a newspaper which seemed to have inspired this small and foreboding huff, it’s headline “Blackwood lives” which was apparently most annoying to Moriarty.

“It seems we may have to delay our efforts in Paris. Henry Blackwood is apparently struggling to decide if he should stay dead or not.” He threw the folded paper to the table and rubbed his hand over his eyes, this wouldn’t do. 

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Professor Moriarty could be found more often than not in his lecture hall at the university, sometimes even without the presence of students, as such was the case that very day. His boards were covered in various equations, perhaps a few of his students might see the connections but to the untrained eye it seemed like an awful lot of marks on several blackboards.

So immersed in his work that he had become unaware of his surroundings, upon turning to fetch a duster to correct a misplaced mark, he startled a little when he spotted someone else in the room.

“Forgive me, I wasn’t aware you were there.” He gave with the hint of a smile though he turned to immediate assessment of who had been watching him in the foundation stages of his future coding.

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Headcanon #1

The concealed gun contraption is still in his sleeve, he only uses it on the rare occasion when he himself is carrying out a mission and is interrupted or spotted.

No loose ends