PCs with Moriarty

[crimson_flamel]

[It's later at night that Edelgard goes to see Moriarty in his cell, when she's fairly sure that most people would have cleared out. She walks over to his cell, very obviously troubled and running through a number of dark thoughts clouding her mind.

Still, she gives him a tired smile of sorts in greeting.]

Lord Moriarty.

Comments

rolls back in here after being (ha) dead,

[mathodical]

[ he hears her footsteps first, rather than sees her coming, and when she stops outside his cell, it's surprising, considering that he would have thought that she was here to see rika, rather than him.

but a visitor is a visitor, and william will offer her an equally tired smile in return, straightening where he sits. ]

William, please. Lord Moriarty is my older brother.

... To what do I owe the honour? I see that sleep has eluded you yet again.

[crimson_flamel]

William, then. Sleep makes a habit of eluding me at the points I need it most.

[She crosses her arms and stands opposite to his cell.]

I wanted some answers, about what happened, about what you know, about Norton. And if you know less than I'd hoped, I wanted to share some theories with you while I still can.

[mathodical]

I sympathise.

[ of course, he seems completely unsurprised by her request and/or demand, so all she'll get is an incline of his head and a... rather significant pause. ]

... That depends on whether the information I give you will fall into the wrong hands. Like I said yesterday, I have allies to protect. Among them, Tenn Kujo.

[ there's a flash of steel in those crimson eyes, one that's asking edelgard to confirm her alliance explicitly. he has no qualms in taking these secrets to the grave, if he has to, but if they have a common ally in tenn-- ]

I'm not infallible, [ the gesture to his surroundings is wry ] but I do keep my promises.

[crimson_flamel]

Tenn Kujo is among those under my protection. I have no intention of double-crossing him. I'd say he's had enough of that, by now.

[She scratches her chin, considering.]

I can't say I know for sure what side you're on, William, but I do believe we are on the same one. Regardless, you have my word that I won't use what you tell me against you or those you call friend.

[mathodical]

[ ...

there's another moment of silence where edelgard will feel that william is just scrutinising her, almost as if he's evaluating the weight of her words.

she doesn't need to feel too apprehensive about it, though, because--

that answer is enough for him, at least. ]

Tenn asked for my assistance in helping to end the game, and I agreed.

[ that at least, explains which side that william is on. ]

... A question for a question, then. I'm sure you have many.

[crimson_flamel]

And I'm sure you were present when Rika entrusted ending the game to me. In that regard, we are aligned.

[She crosses her arms.]

What lead Norton to his attempt at your life? You mentioned he distrusted you.

[mathodical]

[ a brief nod because indeed, he was there, another contemplative look. it's not really directed at her, though, but there's a slight pause, as if he's trying to figure out how best to structure his answer. ]

The real answer is lost now that he's dead, I suppose, but perhaps, paranoia, general distrust. The attention drawn onto me from the notes from our departed. A few other things like what happened last weekend, if I were to wager a guess.

The fact that somehow we both found ourselves awake on a Thursday night, when so many others have died, and Hamelin himself confirmed that only those party to a murder would be awake, then--

I suppose I could have been considered a threat. He's right in that I was perfectly capable of killing someone if I wanted to, but...

[ hesitation. mild regret. ]

Not anymore. I swore off killing. Not that it matters anymore, unfortunately.

[ a thin, wry smile. ]

What would you do when confronted with a traitor?

[ and that's his question, in return. ]

[crimson_flamel]

I see... I suppose that makes sense.

I hope his death was painless, or as painless as death can ever truly be.

[She considers his question, humming in contemplation.]

I'd confront them. I wouldn't allow it to be a fight, not really. But I'd inform a handful of people who I felt I could trust not to take rash action, just in case. Which, at this point, probably caps out at McGillis and Pericles. We don't know the motivation behind their actions, so I'd have to know the full story.

And what the full story is would change whether I take their head and drop it on Hamelin's doorstep, or expose them to the group as a whole, or keep it a secret.