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*The first thing about this new arrival is that he's older. Possibly by a good ten years.

He is familiar with being pulled out of one space and plopped into another, so it was hardly surprising to him that he's found himself in another manor.

But the lack of surprise didn't mean he couldn't be cautious. Or angry. He'd just recovered enough from his injuries to be moving around without getting lightheaded, and here he was again away from home and without Kazuha.

He's dressed in light clothes that are easy to move in. A tank top and cargo pants. The tank top is thin enough to show the gauze taped to his chest, as well as numerous scars across his arms and shoulders. There is another thick bandage around his right bicep. Slung around his waist, almost carelessly, is a gun holster, but he's holding the gun in his left hand, keeping it low in order to keep it from being noticed immediately.

He's got a wary look about him, as if he's been through this sort of situation before, and he glances around the parlor he's found himself in before moving to the door and creaking it open. Front hall? Or perhaps another living room. He cases it quickly, checking for life, before moving it.

Heiji does this with every room he passes, stepping swiftly, but quietly down the halls, and slowly tries to piece together where he is.*

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Bit lost?

Just a bit, yeah-

*he pauses, wait, that voice is familiar. He looks at her properly and has to double take, her name on his lips before he catches himself*

Ya....ya can't be...

[One of those doors is right next to a much more ornate pair, and opens up into a comfortable looking room... and there's a white-haired man sitting at a desk with his back to the hall.

He tenses, and turns around slowly. He may not be facepalming, but the keywords are still there...]

*Heiji is just as tense, horror and denial crossing him before he takes a second look over the man. Different demeanor, different clothes. That's not to say it wasn't the same person, but he's too used to pocket dimensions by this point to shoot first.

Though he's certainly not letting go of his gun for that same reason. Pocket dimension means Gin could very well be here.*

...who are ya? *suspicion*

[He was... in certain situations. And this was hardly one where 'Gin' would get the better reception. As things stood he had chosen to stay sitting, putting his pen down and keeping his eyes on that gun.]

Hideyoshi Akio. And you are...?

[He stopped himself from saying 'the man pointing the gun at me'. Best not to aggravate the injured man with a gun, after all...]

*he lowers the gun, but doesn't put it away yet*

Maeda Sanzo. *one of many aliases*

Question, Hideyoshi-han. Where am I?

I see...

[In other words, he can see right through the false name. One of the many benefits of having the nose of a fox.

But he isn't calling Hattori out on it.]

As far as I can say, I think the term is 'multidimensional nexus'. It mostly appears as some kind of Mansion, or a hotel of sorts, however. Does that help?

For the most part. You'll forgive me if I don't quite trust you, though, for that reason.

*he slowly puts the gun into its holster, clicking the safety on. He's getting tired from being alert for so long, and it's starting to show*

[He nods slowly.]

One of my alternate selves helpfully told me that usually I'm in a criminal organisation of some sort. I can understand why trust might be an issue.

[He can also sympathise with the need to be on alert so much. He stands and heads over the small kitchenette area - just a kettle and a sink for drinking water, really - and opens a cupboard.]

Tea?

*Tea was...probably the last thing he expected, but the need to sit was what really makes him nod and enter the room properly*

Sure, thanks.

Guess it's not so surprising that He'd have alternate selves as well.

[He might be struck by just how many plants were dotted around the place. And how some things seem to be made with canines in mind, although there's no evidence of the guy owning a dog...]

You look like you need it, if you don't mind my saying so.

[He sets the kettle to boil, and sets out two cups, choosing teabags from a box on the side.]

Ah, I suppose... I mean, not long after I arrived, I was witness to a gathering of sorts. Several versions of the ki- Edogawa-kun, that is.

*low mutter* Wouldn't say no t'pain killers either.

*he frowns as he watches Akio make the tea, but not at him. It's more curiosity and confusion at the idea of multiple Conan's in one place. If they'd ever set their minds to something...he shuddered to think of the result.

Mention of the boy almost made him grimace. He still hasn't heard word from the other detective after they'd gotten separated.*

So people really can coexist with their alternate selves in this place. Different from the other manor 've visited.

I'm afraid I can't help you with that. You'll have to take a trip to the infirmary for those.

[The frown he's wearing is almost audible. Just what was he doing to get those wounds?]

Oh, yes. No Blinovitch Limitation in play at all. That is, physical contact is more than possible, since - I assume - we all come from vastly different worlds...

[He turns back to 'Sanzo'.]

Milk? Sugar?

*fighting other you's group 8DD*

Well, good t'know I won't destroy th' universe if I meet m'self. *there's amusement in his voice. See? He's not completely broken.*

Nah, plain's fine. Been a while since 've had sugar. Or tea, for that matter.

Oh heyyyyy...

He recognizes you. Sort of. "..." Conan's actually surprised (for once). "..A gun?"

*you're in luck. His nerves aren't so frayed that he'd fail to recognize your voice, so that gun remains harmlessly(?) at his side as he turns to look at you.*

K- *he grits his teeth. Really, he should know better than to use their real names after all this time. Unfortunately, that also included 'Conan' now, so he was a bit at a loss as to what to say.

The gun finds its way back into the holster and he rubs his hand on his pants.*

Yeah. Not somethin' I chose lightly.

Yes. Yes he should.

Especially since this Conan has obviously lived as such for about 8 years. For shame.

His Hattori has the same issue though, so he's not calling you on it. "I wouldn't think you were." Particularly since it's kind of illegal for... Everyone.

Except police. "...I'm guessing there's a story here?"

"There's always a story" His tone is slightly deadpan as he shoves his hands in his pockets and studies Conan.

He knew this wasn't HIS Kudo (as if that wasn't giving him a headache all on its own). It's been around ten years, and the kid's grown now. He also hasn't heard from him in weeks and every day that passed worried him more and more.

Hopefully Ran was still with him.

Shaking his head slightly to clear the thoughts, he shifted the subject slightly. "What is this place? Some kinda pocket dimension?"

"Yea. A 'nexus' that pulls in people from alternate worlds... You wouldn't believe how many of 'myself' I've already met," he adds dryly.

Not to mention, if Hisoka's word was anything to go by, at least two other 'Gin' in the area... ...That weren't trying to kill him.

"...It's a fairly particular nexus," he adds with that thought.

"I've seen somethin' similar before, though nowhere that had... 'copies', for lack o' better term." He's got his thinky face on.

"Mm. Maybe that one focused on completely different 'universes'... Ones where one group of people exist, while others don't."

He had his own thinky face for a moment, but now he's looking back up at Hattori. "I know for a fact that Ayumi-chan's 'duel monsters' aren't common among most universes; and with that, neither are the top players. It's like they just don't exist in worlds where the game isn't."

"All we knew was that some teenage girl was somehow pullin' us out of our worlds to be in her story."

He shrugs. "I tried not t' think about it, otherwise I went round in circles tryin' to cope how what was happenin' was impossible."

Blink.

"...Fun..." That sounds like something someone back home would do, frighteningly enough... "I can tell you that this place at least has a little more logic than that..." Perhaps..?

Wait, Conan, how does any of what Hattori said make a lick of sense even with alternate worlds in mind?

Conan would probably be surprised how used to strange conversations Heiji had become after his time in the manor. Now that he was sure it wasn't all a dream after all, that familiarity with the unknown has come back full force.

"Yeah. She wasn't a very good writer."

Standing up so long with his injuries was starting to take his toll.

"Is there a kitchen of some sort 'round here?"

He'll not ask any more about that, and instead nod and gesture off behind him. "Yea- It should be around this way I think." Depending on if the mansion suddenly decides to move EVERYTHING for no real reason. "The dining room would probably be better though."