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Nine minutes, thirty-one seconds.

[one hand is in his pocket, fingering the pocketwatch there, keeping track of the time he's been in the dressing room. His gaze is restless as he looks around, keeping a constant lookout for movement, for a person - or people - as he explores]

[he looks just like any Saguru you might meet at a crossroads. Perhaps the shadows under his eyes are a little darker than normal, but he's probably just had a few late nights chasing a thief]

[right?]

[ooc: and I'm sure we all know where this is going by now~ DR, have the third of four mirror!detectives]

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It is if we're talking about the same 1412. Assasin? Never went by 'The Kaitou Kid'?

...'The Kaitou Kid'? [he shakes his head slowly, feeling an almost hysterical amusement at the concept]

1412 is most emphatically not a thief.

He's here.

[his expression is startled - and there is a touch of unholy fascination before he clamps down on it]

Here? How? The same way I simply 'found' myself here?

And- where, exactly, is 'here' in the first place?

[Now that was interesting -- but what was it?]

You'll have to ask him yourself. I didn't.

[Shinichi glances down the corridor.] Apparently it's some sort of mansion that spans worlds.

Spans worlds-

[shakes his head]

Just please tell me he has not been here long enough to make an announcement of his 'boredom'.

Or that there is an easy way to leave.

Not yet -- he's been keeping himself occupied.

[The ghost turns, ready to head down the corridor.] If it was easy, it wouldn't be interesting would it?

...'Occupied'.

Kudo-san, what has he been doing?

[pauses to answer Hakuba's question.] He's injured two people that I know of. It wouldn't surprise me if there were more.

I would not be surprised, either. [he frowns, then snaps in sudden concern, his voice rough]

He hasn't made a contract with anyone?

[and he hates himself, but some of that concern is for 1412, because to go so long without a contract or a death means the madness grows, and boredom rises - and some terrible, intricate game will unfold, leaving 1412 weak and shaking at the cumulation of it, bodies scattered in his wake]

He tried to take one from me. I don't know how binding he'll consider it.

...

Who was it for?

... pretty much the entire Black Organisation.

An Organisation

[voice flat with disbelief - you sir, are a moron]

Whilst I can appreciate that you may not have known what you were doing, that does not excuse sentencing a whole organisation of people to death!

[Shinichi's not arguing that, nope.]

I'm not trying to excuse it. In fact, I'd rather like to stop him.

You can't.

Once he has a contract, that person will die. It's just a matter of time.

[looks at Shinichi steadily]

And I say that as the leading expert on 1412 - those people will die.

What are the conditions of the contract?

It's... a confirmation of accepting a kill.

There's nothing binding except what he gives it - but he rarely kills without one. I can count on one hand the number of deaths he's directly caused when he hasn't accepted a contract.

[and perhpas his knowledge is a little too close to true for someone who only chases the thief. but he's the leading expert. of course he knows more than the plebians around him]

Except what he gives it? How can you say he accepts it then?

[Too close is useful about now.]

((that was some awesome journal fail. Apologies!))

He says he does. Usually, 'I accept your contract' is it. Or just 'I accept' if he's been discussing it for a while - it's possible he has to make sure someone knows that they've made one with him.

Well, I didn't. Maybe I should be making sure he knows that.

Not that they're making. That they've made a contract.

If he said the words 'contract', or said, 'I accept', that's enough for him.

I just hope that none of that organisation have found their way here.

Even so -- that language ... [He's going to have to talk to 1412 again.]

Not yet.

[again, a small twinge of worry and guilt at Shinichi's negative answer, but he ignores it]

That language? [he raises an eyebrow, curious. has this Shinichi thought of something? Perhpas being dead affords him with other avenues of research than the norm]

The Kaitou Kid in my world is a thief. Well -- master thief to give him his due, and he is very clear on what he's due. [ There's something in that which is not professional respect, but Shinichi's shifting gears rapidly, interested. ] Was there ever a Kid in your world?