[Event] Whatever you do, don't high-five

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Your hands look normal, feel normal, and even smell normal. There's nothing out of the ordinary... Except when you touch something (or someone) else~

You'll start leaving handprints, fingerprints, streaks of colour along the walls, furniture, and along other people's skin. There's a different colour for every different person, and who knows what happens when you high-five?

Be imaginative!

[Here is a colour generator~ Simply click 'Random Background' for your pup's colour, and then fill in this handy-dandy html so other people know what colour you've got!]

[Character Name] leaves fingerprints of this <b><font color="#CODE GOES HERE">color</font></b>.
Filled code example:
Kaitou_1412 leaves fingerprints of this <b><font color="#D76498">color</font></b>.

Also, our apologies for the lateness of this event! There has been extreme RL busy-ness to contend with.

Comments

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

"Ah."

Not much else to say, then, was there.

Okay. So his Kid died. Probably didn't find Pandora either. But I'm not dead. And I know to keep an extra eye out for Snake and his buddies.

Self-pep-talk accomplished, he managed a smile.

"Well, I guess there's not much point in hiding it anymore, is there, tantei-kun~~?" He let his voice drop into the smooth tones he uses for Kid, giving Conan the cheshire-cat grin that the thief is so well known for.

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

A half-smile, sharp and dangerous, but pleased.

"Not really, no, but I think I'm the only one from my world here."

A shrug, listing off names.

"There's the dead Shinichi-niisan, and his Ran-neechan. There's a Conan who... is younger than me, sort of. There's the male version of Ran-neechan, and the Sonoko-neechan from his world. There's a female version of Hattori Heiji. A Hakuba-niisan or three, and a bunch more of Shinichi-niisan and me, and some other people."

He pauses, expression going slightly dark.

"And 1412, the Hakuba from his world, and possibly that Edogawa Conan as well."

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

"Quite the selection~" His headmates didn't have any particular thoughts on it either, it seemed.

No comment on your new gender, Hattori?

Hey, unlike some people, I ain't tha' phased by weird stuff.

That's hardly a surprise.

...An' jus' what th' hell do ya mean by that?

Kuroba stopped payaing attention, realising exactly where their argument was heading. There was a point that worried him, and from Conan's quiet, he'd picked up on it too.

"And I'm guessing that when you say 1412, you aren't just doing that to annoy Nakamori-keibu?"

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

"No. I'm not."

He leans against the wall, a shrug.

"That Hakuba is easy to recognize. Gun-shy, doesn't let you get within stabbing or strangling distance. The version of me would be harder to discern, I'm thinking. He'd be really good at acting, at twisting the truth."

Absently, tracing a lopsided upside-down KID caricature in light blue on the wall.

"1412's easy to spot. He's in full uniform."

A sudden angry slash of his hand, obliterating the grinning KID with a savage stroke of more blue color.

"Don't call him Kuroba Kaito, don't call him crazy, and if he asks to play a game, run like hell and dodge the knives."

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

Kaito frowned, like he was thinking over Conan's words - which he was, just in a slightly different manner.

"What happened to me? Do you know?"

He walked over to Conan, bending a little to draw over Conan's blue splat in quick, sure strokes of pink.

Shinichi interjected quietly. For that matter, what happened to -me-? He's acting... off. Angry.

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

"I didn't get a chance to ask before he decided it would be fun to start breaking ribs." and mocking, and annoying, and throwing knives.

He moved aside a bit, watching Kaito's sketching.

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

Kaito was done quickly with his art - a grinning Kid caricature, right side up and unspoilt. He leant against the wall to continue the conversation, his expression mild as it settled back on Conan, though his eyes were sharp, cathcing up the little details.

"I'd guess... He picked you up and threw you? You've had medical care, right?"

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

A shrug. "There's an infirmary here. Bandages and over-the-counter pain meds."

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

"Owch," said Kaito with a sympathetic wince. He paused for a moment, then grinned. Kudo likely wasn't in any condition to duck, so...

Kuroba, what are you-

Too late, Kudo~ thought Kaito gleefully as he reached out to ruffle Conan's hair, fully intent on getting pink streaks all over it.

"That!" He proclaimed triumphantly, "Is revenge for the soccer ball."

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

An annoyed 'oi oi oi', batting at the taller boy's hand with his (mostly healed, at least it wasn't broken) left arm.

"I never touched you with a soccer ball!"

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

"You didn't?" An innocent blink, soon overtaken again by a grin.

"I'm sure you would have if I'd stuck around long enough, so the point is moot, tantei-kun."

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

"Go find your Conan and turn his hair pink."

Glowering, but not a mean glower.

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

Kaito's expression didn't even falter, but he couldn't deny the twinge of sadness at the mention of his Conan. But sadness wasn't becoming, so he determinedly imaged Shinichi's hair pink, grinning at Conan.

"I already did~" He beamed, listening to Shinichi squawk as he found he couldn't will the colour away so easily.

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

"Bet he hated it too."

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

"Most certainly~ He still hasn't washed it out."

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

A look of over-the-top horror crossed over Conan's face.

"This stuff had better come out!"

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

"Hum~ Maybe it does?" Kaito shrugged, managing to hide his smile, though his eyes were twinkling. "Who knows?"

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

"Kaito-niisan." A complaining tone. "That's not fair."

He hated KID. Hated him. Stealing attention from detectives, people loved him and he was a criminal.

It wasn't hard to hide the hate, just like it wasn't hard to hide anything else.

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

"Oi, oi, don't be so familar with me. We're still rivals after all, tantei-kun."

And what about -me-? came the annoyed voice of Conan, still determinedly trying to will his haircolour away.

You're different.

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

"We're not really rivals, Kaito-niisan. We are after the same people."

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

A pause, a rising babble of conversation in the back of his mind. Kaito smirks, an expression more suited to Kid as he leans back against the wall casually, his voice just as casual.

"So you know that much, then, Kudo-kun?"

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

Tone equally casual, a shrug.

"I didn't figure it out until after. Hakuba Saguru actually put the pieces together."

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

"He always is good at that."

Thank you.

Stalker

Hey!

"He didn't have any proof, but he suspected I was Kid from the first time he met me."

[just-add-aptx.livejournal.com]

"Would have been nice if he mentioned it to someone before he went after them alone."

[1stpersonplural.livejournal.com]

...He. Did. What.

HAKUBA!!

This time Kaito didn't care about looking odd, expression going blank as he mentally shook Hakuba for being an idiot.

"That... idiot," he managed out loud, attention still split.