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Post by Brandi on Nov 5, 2007 12:11:30 GMT -5
*Brandi knelt beside him, touching his arm softly.*
"May I?"
*She pursued her lips.*
"Are you having any symptoms other than the physical malfunction of your arm and shoulder?"
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 5, 2007 12:19:03 GMT -5
*Holmes hadn't been expecting the doctors to do anything, but had been thinking about padded cells. Still, the girl was matter-of-fact about it, and seemed to know something, at least. Enough to make her examination valuable.*
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Post by Mother on Nov 5, 2007 13:25:12 GMT -5
*Not Moriarty shuddered at the contact, though it was not from revulsion. More like one that is unused to people simply touching them*
"None. But aside from the exterior damage, there seems to be something amiss with my programming. I was not supposed to attack Irene. I was suppose to attack Holmes. I should have fought more with Holmes, and instead I let him lead me here. Something has gone wrong ever since my arrival in Paris."
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Post by Brandi on Nov 5, 2007 13:32:43 GMT -5
*Brandi pursed her lips as she examined the wound on his arm.*
"How much do you know? About yourself and your programming and the one that made you?"
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Post by Mother on Nov 5, 2007 13:47:58 GMT -5
*He straightened a bit, assuming a proud, almost haughty posture*
"I was created to be as near a precise copy of one James Moriarty as possible. In the event of his death, I was to take his place and continue to run his vast criminal empire. As an aside, I was to make sure that one Sherlock Holmes was dead, and if he was not, to remedy that fact and to harm any and all that might aid or abed Holmes."
*He slumped in his seat*
"I have failed on several accounts. I do not even know the means of my manufacture. My creator is a mystery to me."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 5, 2007 13:59:30 GMT -5
"You don't say," *Holmes murmured to himself. He wondered idly why the creature slumped, or breathed, or did any of the other "human" things it did despite its cover being blown.*
"Moriarty thought a simulacrum would fool me? Defeat me?"
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Post by Brandi on Nov 5, 2007 22:38:45 GMT -5
*Brandi pulled some small tools out of her pocket, wincing slightly as she manifested them. She went to work mending his arm.*
"Well, I can fix the wounds, but the programming might be trickier. It might take more time to analyze."
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Post by Mother on Nov 5, 2007 22:42:21 GMT -5
"I wish I could say. I was not given those particular memories."
*He eyed Brandi as she brought out the tools, though what he was thinking wasn't evident*
"You can fix one such as I?"
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Post by Brandi on Nov 5, 2007 23:10:02 GMT -5
*Brandi bit her lip in concentration.*
"As well as anyone else here, that's for sure."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 6, 2007 0:08:46 GMT -5
*Holmes held up one hand.*
"Pardon me for being the voice of reason, but is there any sense in returning it to its former functionality?"
*He was a bit bewildered by the unfamiliar tools, but he didn't want to let on.*
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Post by Brandi on Nov 6, 2007 0:12:34 GMT -5
*Brandi stopped abruptly.*
"Oh...my bad."
*She pocketed the tools.*
"Then what was it you were wanting?"
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 6, 2007 0:14:27 GMT -5
"First of all, I want to know what you know about it. I've never encountered such technology; what can you tell me?"
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Post by Brandi on Nov 6, 2007 0:33:42 GMT -5
*Brandi pursed her lips. She should have known better.*
"Well, what I do...it's kind of intuitive. I'm not sure that I'll be able to explain it well. Obviously he's manufactured from custom parts..."
*She looked him over.*
"But the technology is very..."
futuristic
"complex. I don't know who here would have such knowledge of mechanics. Do you think that Moriarty could have built him himself?"
Unless, of course, Erik did it.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Nov 6, 2007 0:39:26 GMT -5
((*blinks* Of course. I'm so stupid.))
*He shook his head.*
"No. I would know if such skill had been within his grasp; he never hid his pride well. I don't want such a specimen destroyed, but you must know that we must tread carefully here, lest others get hurt. It shot Ir--Miss Adler."
*He paused, hating the anxiety that the thought aroused.*
"Is she here?"
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Post by Brandi on Nov 6, 2007 0:55:11 GMT -5
*Brandi shrugged.*
"I'd assume so. She has a reserved room, after all. Probably just down the hall."
*She gestured.*
"On the right."
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