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

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

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!

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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.

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He shook his head.

"Hattori-tantei was murdered during a case a while ago. The Holmes fanclub meeting, not that that would mean anything to you."

Ring any bells?

To green, slowly.

...Yeah. That was when I figured ou' Kudo was Kudo.

Blue, just as slow, and with added suspicion.

I don't like where this seems to be heading...

Outside, Kaito had barely a pause between asking and letting out a low whistle, shaking his head slowly.

"Damn. Your world doesn't seem to be having much luck." Then he grinned cheerfully. "At least it still has it's chibi-tantei Holmes~"

"Yeah."

A shrug, glancing down. Light catching on his glasses and reflecting. It really was difficult, trying to take Them down virtually on his own.

Lonely.

"Just me."

But he could handle it. He could always handle it.

"So!" Looking up at the taller boy, interested. "Obviously things are a bit different where you're from."

Kaito wanted to comment, but it was awkward. And anything Shinichi might have said to Conan would sound odd coming out of his mouth.

"Yep!"

Kaito wiggled his fingers, appearing a yellow rose and presenting it to Conan. For a formal introduction, this seemed most suitable.

"Kuroba Kaito, Detective Magician, at your service!"

A half-grin, taking the rose. Yellow: friendship, platonic love, apology.

"So, detective, magician, and thief? Do you solve your own heists or something?"

Kaito grinned.

"Now that would be cheating, tantei-kun~"

He waved his hand, expression sobering a little.

"I spent a little too much time in Beika one fine summer's day..." A sigh, a hand to his chest, and he really was hamming it up. "And poof! I inherited a certain detective's bad luck for finding bodies in unexpected places."

He grinned again, rather pleased with himself.

A grin, a slight laugh. It was... nice to talk to someone his age who knew about Conan. And the magician was amusing.

"Did that 'certain detective' get rid of his bad luck, or did it just multiply?"

"Six of one, half a dozen of the other," said Kaito. Okay, so maybe he'd picked up on a few English phrases of Hakuba's. He couldn't deny they were useful, and this one was suitably ambiguous.

"Tantei-kun doesn't do much solving nowadays." A little more sober, but that was appropriate as well.

This version of Kudo Shinichi thrives on ambiguity.

"What's that supposed to mean? Both comments."

Kaito sighed a little, tipping his head back against the wall.

"Tantei-kun's bad luck might still be around, or it might have transferred to me."

A pause, then, looking down at Conan, something sad flickering across his face before it was wiped away.

"You're currently in a coma at Tokyo central hospital."

His expression flickered back to serious.

"What happened?"

Did it have something to do with Kuroba's eyepatch, or did that happen separately?

"There was an accident at a heist. Our... mutual friends had some machinery set up by the docks."

Kuroba's tone was quiet, inwardly reflective, his headmates silent for once.

"I though it would make a fine clue to be tripped over." An idle shrug, the casualness of it evidence enough to those who knew that Kaito felt more deeply than he was showing.

"In the chaos, it got turned on... and well. I'm not even sure what it did."

"And it wound up with 'me' in a coma, and you with an eyepatch."

There was something there. Something. Too casual.

Kaito blinked in surprise.

"No, the eyepatch was after that." He flapped his hand, looking just the tiniest smidge embarassed. "Completely unrelated circumstances not involving a heist that are rather embarassing and don't bear repeating."

And hey, avoiding awkward questions -is- completely unrelated.

Sort of.

Not at all.

Shhh.

"Oh?"

Hiding something. He's hiding something. Maybe. Won't tell what the eyepatch is. Won't tell why. It's not normal.

"Most versions of you don't have an eyepatch. Therefore, it's more than likely related in some way."

"Would you believe a tale about an unfortunate incident with a turkey baster?" asked Kaito hopefully.

... with a....

...

"No."

"Drat." Kaito snapped his fingers, looking disappointed, then hunkered down next to Conan.

Hakuba, Hattori, stay out the way? I'd rather not reveal my whole hand at once.

Kaito felt more than heard their agreement, Shinichi shifting, pressing against him mentally.

"Okay," he said, facing Conan.

"Kudo Shinichi, meet..."

Always one for the dramatic, he lifted his eye patch, revealing his completely black eye with (hopefully) a blue iris flickering into life.

"Kudo Shinichi."

There was nothing underneath the eyepatch. Just... missing.

Until there was blue. Blue-on-black and....

"I'm in your head?"

"Point to the kiddie in the front!" Kaito grinned, then, not able to be bothered to stand up, sat on the floor.

"Do you know how annoying you get?"

Advantages of having Shinichi this close mentally meant he could feel every twitch that the detective made, and thee was a muted grumbling coming from his direction.

"Me. In your head."

That... could be bad. He was going to have to be careful, so very careful around this one. It hadn't taken him too long to realize that the majority of the other versions of Kudo Shinichi (shrunken or not) were really just detectives. That he was very different.

He was going to have to be so careful here.

"Yep!" Yes, Kaito decided, he was going to continue to be painfully cheerful about this. He tugged the eyepatch back in place, tilting his head a little as he looked at Conan.

"Need more proof?"

"Is it reversible?"

Being shrunk, and then being inside the head of this guy? He'd go insane. Totally insane.

Proof? Like what? Talking to himself?

So Conan didn't want proof. Or, not yet at least.

He's still taking it in, Kuroba, came the sour comment from Shinichi.

"We're working on it," said Kaito to Conan. "We'll find something soon," he added with a cheerful smile.

Ya hope...

We -will-.

"Did Sherry know anything about it?"

That would be... half a test. There was no way Kuroba would know Haibara's old codename without him telling the magician.

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