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The weather forecast for the Lobby today is fair with a chance of flying Hakubas- wait... what?

Right now, if you're in the general vicinity, you'll notice one flying straight through the doors. He didn't seem to be there before, but there he is, mottled brown wings spread wide to attack something that had been there. Now, however, the balcony is where his target once was - which is a rather large cause for alarm, making him backpedal and crash land.

Possibly onto whoever came to watch the show.

[OOC: This Hakuba is from the same AU as

yami_no_kaitou . Except from an earlier canon point.]

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"NGHAH-" Another bird thing.

Landing on him. When he happens to be a 'bird thing'.

At least random animal bits don't show up when he's startled? "Ffff... Who..." -wheeze- Can't see who's on him... Face down in carpet...

Saguru is currently making squawking noises. This is perfectly normal for someone in his position - the position of just having crash landed onto someone, that is.

Hurriedly, he starts trying to get off whoever it is. Because for some reason, the voice seems familiar...

"Ngh..." The more you move, the more he can move, and eventually he's pulling himself out and back up. "What the he-" Wait is that- "Eh... Hakuba..?" Oof. How rude Conan, you didn't add a 'niisan'.

"Ah, careful with the wings!" He's new to them, and they're all over the place, and he doesn't know you know what it feels like.

And then he realises. "Conan-kun?" Colour him surprised.

It's Conan, but his response is probably a bit dryer than one would expect. "...Wings..?" He sees them but...

Wings?

Hakuba continues scrambling away until he's at a better distance from the boy. The wings flutter out experimentally, which he blinks at, confused. And then he simply sighs, one hand covering his face.

"I," he said bluntly, "am going to kill Kuroba for this..."

Of course, it's quite obvious that he's not actually serious, but the sentiment for revenge IS there.

He raises an eyebrow. "Kuroba?" Him? "He did this?"

...Is... Does he actually have magic in that world or something ~~thatwouldbehorrible-~~

Actually wings aside... "...You look like you stepped out of a DND game..." WELL...

"Not exactly, I have to admit. But allow me for now to pass him the blame via immediate association."

Because having someone to put the blame on for this in the first place was good. Even if he had somewhat asked for it.

Conan gets a flat look for that.

"I did." Blink. "And you're several years older than you should be."

Alright now association... That one is far too likely than he likes to think about.

He shrugs. "That seems to be a constant." Very constant really. He's also finding himself painfully reminded of how different he is as a result... Ick. "...So you literally walked off a game board?" Huh. "Do I want to know?" Since it's obvious to him that the wings aren't 'normal' for this Hakuba, nor are the clothes...

"Kuroba being to blame for things? Somehow, I'm not surprised in the slightest..."

He's standing, now, and dusting himself off.

"Yes. Quite literally." Which makes him pause. "I'm fairly sure I wasn't like this before I arrived here, however."

Which is both good and bad and rather distracting.

"You're asking. So I would assume that indicates a desire to know. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Hn, I guess- you might not want to say though." But yes, his expression says 'tell me all, right now..!'

"The outcome is rather obvious, so I doubt that I have much more of my reputation to lose." He shrugs. And those wings are getting experimented with.

"I'd been hearing stories of schoolchildren falling into comas for apparently no scientific or medical reason. They could all be linked back to one deciding factor - they had played a game with one boy in particular - and so when Kuroba decided that he was going to do the same... well. We found out the cause of the comas, at least."

Surprisingly he requires little to no more explanation. "...Figurines?" Why ye-

How did you know that...

"...Yes, actually. Precisely that."

Hakuba is now very curious as to how you knew that.

"Personal experience, or...?"

"Stories- It looks like your time/world comes from a separate line of events, because Bakura-san and Touzoku are both about 15 years ahead of that kind of thing."

For that you get Hakuba just staring at you. Way to go with the spoilers, there.

"I was aware of there being another presence in Bakura-san just as there is in Kuroba - and I suppose that the title 'Thief' would suit him... but I must admit to being rather surprised that you're mentioning them so flippantly."

See this unchanging expression? It tells you that Conan's word is not one you want to visit if you value sanity.

"We caught Touzoku in a kitsune seal- even if he wanted to do something, he couldn't." But that implies he doesn't want to maim people anymore..!

"...I shall have to take your word for it in this case, I'm afraid. Especially since you profess to being from a time in my prospective future."

At the moment, stuck in the fleshy body counterpart of his figurine fantasy world self, he'd almost - almost! - be willing to. But not quite.

He shrugs. "I don't know. I wouldn't count on that being the case at least- As far as I know, Hakuba in my world has never met Bakura there." He pauses, looking Hakuba over. "...What are you anyway?"

"So- what are you suggesting? The multiverse theory?" It's likely in his favour that by this point, he doesn't sound as sceptical as he might.

"I believe the race is called 'Birdtail'. Rather aptly, as I think you can see." Feathers ruffle a bit. "It is somewhat better than being stuck as an otherwise inanimate figurine."

"I think anything's better than being stuck as a figurine..." And hohhh... A non skeptic Hakuba?

Then again- Bakura.

"That's exactly what this place is- a meeting point for different universes. There's a girl Hattori here you know." Yes, a Hattori who likely intends to avoid Conan for the next bit too... "Not to mention a fair amount of 'me' at age six or closer to it."

"Almost anything. Even this is better than being a figurine under the control of someone you don't even know or trust at all."

And when it came to life-or-death things like this, then yes, he did trust Kaito. Both of him.

Blink, blink. That takes him aback. "Heaven forbid. He... I suppose, the one of my own world, is bad enough as a male." He shakes his head. "I'm sure you have plenty of trouble telling yourselves apart, not to mention others."

"In some ways." He shrugs. "I'm pretty good at telling one from the other... I'm also the only 'Conan' this old. And I'll definitely be able to tell you apart from any other Hakuba I meet." Funny, your name just became a plural...

Funnily enough, association with someone who has two personalities sort of makes that somewhat easier to come to terms with.

"I imagine that would make things much easier, yes." His tone is dry. Very, very dry. "I take it not many come here looking quite like I do right now."

Beat.

"...Nope."

But then again... He gives his wrist a flick, arm becoming a wing just as quick. "Don't assume they're normal just because of that though- there's some weird things here, neh?" As he gestures/waves with the wing.

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