Moriarty's Mansion

The Consulting Criminal closes his eyes, an almost peaceful smile spreading across his lips. "I see..."

"Why would he do that?"

OOC I'mm pm you what it says

OOC: Cheers

IC: He opens them again, brown eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's a message. I expect it will be to threaten me, somehow."

"Oh man... I HATE riddles!'

"Mm, it depends. This will be the last one from him."

Jim begins turning each of the cameras over, inspecting the letters. "Help me order them, Joachim. I'd rather get this done quickly..."

"Alright.." I start to put all the letters together.

As they sort through them, Jim's mind races. What is this for? A threat? A last-ditch attempt to be clever? Simply annoying? What?

I try to stick letters together but have no luck with it, "GAHH!!!"

Rolling his eyes with a face that says 'I'm surrounded by idiots', Jim bats Joachim's hands aside. He studies the letters for a moment, and then makes quick work of the puzzle.

'Dear Moriarty,
Riddle me this, what is best served cold?'

"What's best served cold? What the hell does that mean?!"

Jim gives Joachim a patronising look. "Goodness me, Chimmy; have you never heard the phrase 'revenge is a dish best served cold'?"

damn it i thought the answer was milk
._.

OOC https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_nEQOCbtX0

IC

"Do I look like an english major?"

Jim actually does a facepalm at that, dragging his hand over his face before looking up at the ceiling, as if to ask 'why me?'

"It was a simple one, Joachim."

OOC: :3

OOC: Sorry, I gtg, pause?

"Well he can't exactly get vengeance if he's worm food right?"

gtg for an hour bye!

"Oh, no doubt he has something in place. The threat wasn't enough for him. He knows it wouldn't bother me, so there must be something behind the threat. The footage on these cameras will likely be a part of it."

Jim taps his fingers on the arm of the chair, tipping his head to the side in an almost reptilian fashion.

"Well... let me know how it goes I guess..."

"Oh, I will. I may need you for some tasks, if it comes to that."

"How much?"

"It depends." Jim knows perfectly well that Joachim means money, but he wants to see if he'll dare to ask for it again, instead of waiting. "There might be things I need you to do, it all depends on what this 'revenge' is..."

I sigh and take a seat, pulling my hood up over my eyes, "Wake me when ya figure it out."

Irritation crosses his features, but Jim smooths it away quickly. "I'll wake you when I need you," he corrects, turning his attention back to the message.

The cameras have a feed that sends the video to Query's old hideout but it also has a small tape to it as well.