James Moriarty

@silxntshxxter (I’ll tag you) 

@Jim_Moriarty_xoxo 
            
            Friendly?

@adamnedsoldier (this deserves a good starterrr gimme a few hours and I’ll post it and tag you) 

@hivemindd  
            
            Jim started walking next to him, as if to lead him somewhere. He kicked away rocks on the way with blithe disregard. 
            
            Internally, the kid in him was screaming about the mech pilot. Was it like the video games he’d play? Bombs? What has this man destroyed so far, and how cool would the weapons be? He was holding back the urge to bounce around and ask him right away. 
            
            “Ever since I quit teaching, about 5 years ago. Got boring, you know? Life… without adrenaline?” Jim said. Hopefully he’d hear something about Kael’s job. 

[@Jim_Moriarty_xoxo]
            
                 He let his hand fall back to his side once the other man pulled away, a faint scoff escaping him at Jim’s remark. There was something going on in Jim’s head—something not entirely grounded—but Kael wasn’t exactly the definition of stable either, so he wasn’t about to judge. If anything, he found people like Jim fascinating. The way he spoke almost like he was singing… it was impressive. Between Kael’s own habit of sounding poetic and Jim’s melodic tone, the two of them could probably make an odd but effective duo.
            
                 “I see…” he murmured with a small laugh, shifting his weight and tilting his head slightly. “A criminal, huh? Well, that’s your business, not mine. How long have you been in the trade?”

@hivemindd 
            
            Jim was so excited when he heard the words ‘mech pilot.’ He needed Kael on his side. He dropped his hand after the shake, back into his pockets. 
            
            “Oh no, no, no, I don’t-“ he waved his hands, like the thought of being a detective was like being a boring accountant. 
            
            “I stage crimes. I work up in the SKY,” he yelled at the sky, “and detectives work down in a ditch,” he dropped his neck. 
            
            “I orchestrate BEAUTIFUL acts of terror, and make the worlds’ governments and police dance to my tunes! And detective scurry around suspects and leads to do some ‘good,’” showing airquotes around the word ‘good.’ 
            
            The way he spoke was a sing-song tone, and brimming with pride about his criminal empire. 

@Jim_Moriarty_xoxo  /  omg you're all good dw <3 

@vauItdweIIer (replying to this a year later - sorry - heyy)

“I can do that pretty easily” { he said still grinning as he nodded } 

@viruskills "I need you to kill my kid," he said, "about 7 years old, in an orphanage right now. Can you?"

@TheFatalWoman 
            
            “What? No, no they’re mind numbingly *ordinary*, this wouldn’t cross their mind,” he chuckled. Then he looked at her quizzically, before saying, “yes, my character, Adam. Adam looks like this, in my mind,” he said. 
            
            He didn’t protest going to a hospital – but if it weren’t for Lorna he wouldn’t really bother going. Everybody kills themselves slowly anyway, and his death would just be a bit faster. No big deal.