[center][h1]James Moriarty [/h1][/center]

Even before the door had been thrown open with the force of what sounded like a hurricane, Archer had heard the sounds of voices outside, and the slightest feeling on the back of his neck was sufficent forewarning. By the time the two kings had made themselves known, Moriarity had been able to move back behind the bar. Not that he didn't wince a tad at the show of force that had befallen the poor door. But just as quickly, he recomposed himself, a host's smile lighting up the mastermind's face, as his own voice called out to the fresh arrivals. [i]"Welcome to the Spider's Thread, come in, come in, I'm the owner! We have drinks from many a time period and nations, what would you..."[/i] About to say more, James paused, trailing off as he got a better look at the sight before him. Two servants, one carrying what was presumably their master, the other the...King of Heroes. Joy, this was going to be interesting. [i]"...Like?"[/i]

Luckily for the King of Conquerors, the King of Heroes, and the poor Waver who had been turned into a rag doll, the bar, sans the professor himself, was deserted more or less. A perfectly kept bar that didn't at all look like what one expected a hole in the wall to be. Plenty of drinks, plenty of good times, right?


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