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[If you're of a mind to be around a particular area - about where a certain deceased detective was a while ago, in fact - you might just notice a white-clad thief leaning against a wall]

[It's not a casual slump, nor an elegant one - it's the slump of the exhausted, and he certainly looks it - his hat pulled down low, some papers held in one hand, and his eyes half-lidded, seeing nothing in particular]

[a little while after this] [all Shinichi be warned] [in fact, -everyone- be warned]

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Only if he loses.

And then he won't be a chibi any more, liar-kun.

He'll be nice and grown-up~

Good for him.

[Conversational again, flippant.]

I hope so~

I very hope so~

If chibi died, the world would lose a valuable gem. My little Moriarty~

[I'm Moriarity, that's what they call me, not your little murdering friend. Me.

But he doesn't say anything.

Hm~?

[he tilts his head a little to one side, interested] [did he hit another nerve?]

Is the liar quiet~? Why is the liar so quiet, hm? Lost his tongue?

Waiting for you to say something that makes sense.

[Don't call me that. I'm not a liar.]

I always make sense.

[to someone, somewhere, and always to himself how dare you - he sees what's being implied there, he's not mad, he's not]

Really? To who?

[He's getting 1412 annoyed again, angry again, and this is a very bad idea.

But so much fun.]

To you, to me, to the little misses I meet in the street, accepting pretty flowers from a stranger~

[it's like balancing on a see-saw, wanting to be mad, but knowing, knowing he'll kill Conan if he gets too close to his core again] [one chance gone, two chances don't exist]

[Knife edge, knife edge, walking on the sharp of a razor blade, falling off is no more death than staying on.]

Pretty flowers? You?

[He has to get out of here, has to get out, gotten in over his head again, has to pull out.]

Me.

[a smile, a flower between his fingers, and then only a falling handful of petals to mark it's presence]

Reconnaissance work.

Heh. That's a good idea.

[And the cuts on his arm sting and drip drip drip blood onto the floor, and every breath hurts and he can barely move his wrist and he is so tired so so so tired just let me sleep, please just let me go this isn't fun anymore and it's all he can do to keep a light tone, keep it conversational and maybe he'll go away.

[his tone sparks something - too worn perhaps, and he mustn't break his tioy especially after it behaved so nicely - he takes a step closer, just one, but it's enough to see better]

Here, fishies. A little liar-kun wants a bed.

[Tensing, pulling back, half a step, numb fingers (and why won't his left hand just work properly? 1412 hadn't broken anything) numb fingers fumbling for the catch on his watch, tense and nervous (not scared, he can't remember the last time he was ever really scared, always a game).]

[he spreads his hands with a sinister grin, turning them over like it's a display-]

Nothing in my hands~

[-his wrists on show-]

Nothing up my sleeves...

[-and then there is something, little marble-shaped balls between his fingers. he selects on and looks at it, then at Conan, sitll smiling]

Oh? What's this?

[Another half step away, wary of whatever the magician pulled, if it's gas...

But he can't take a deep enough breath to hold it for long, not without blacking out from the pain.]

A brilliant magician, aren't you.

I try.

[a blinding grin, and he throws all of the marbles, scattering around Conan and exploding. All are green gas, and 1412 seems almost - almost - concerned when he speaks]

I hope none of those were poisonous~?

[the gas is just sleep-inducing, but nasty, stinging eyes and dancing along skin with a painful prickle - 1412 stands in it with his breath held, eyes closed as he listens for the sounds COnan will make]

[A breath, too sudden and sharp and deep for him right now, sending him onto one knee, no sooner taken in than exhaled, and he's choking, and it's in his eyes and making his skin prickle and burning in cuts and the inside of his nose and mouth and throat and lungs are burning and he can't help but choke and cough (painfully, so painfully) and shiver and he doesn't want to breathe anymore and----]

Gonna... k-kill me now or what?

[he doesn't answer]

[footsteps sound loudly as he walks towards where Conan is, and if not for the gas he would be laughing. so entertaining, liar-kun~]

[Blacking out... blacking out... where is he where is he...

There

And he jerks the watch up, lets a dart fly, not poison, not going to give 1412 this much pain (and he can't breathe right now, with cracked ribs and burning gas and every shuddering gasp making him want to die), just a knockout dart, just sleeping.]

[something hits him- a prick, nothing more but he knows how dangerous that can be, and his world is spinning and he must hold his breath-]

[-he bites down on his hand, hard, blood and pain jolting him into awakeness]

[his footsteps are quieter now he is not deliberately making them loud, but still louder than his usual step - he stumbles-]

[-have to get out the gas, can't go under here, the liar will wake up first-]

[He hears the change in sound, in pace, how the thie--- no, not thief not KID what was it not KID not dead black vision threads tunnels burning burning oh please not again not again what is this not a transformation because the burning is in his lungs and throat and skin but not his heart and the--- the 1412 is stumbling what does that... something important... get away get out of here get out get out

can't]

[- and out, air and he breathes, the sting of the gas no longer pleasant and his vision is swimming, where -]

[- ceiling is too high -]

[- can't go back in the gas, so where -]

[- a clatter and he slams his hand against the wall, and pain isn't working as well, he still feels dizzy and his vision is swimming - but he's safe - can't be seen from here -]

[- and already the dream is beginning - fire licks at his vision memories rising up as - as everything goes black -]

[Nothing. Silence. Spinning and burning and silent and trapped and sleeping and trapped and too small too small too small and sleeping.]

[ooc: Shall we close it here? Seems like an appropriate endpoint~]

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