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!

[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!]

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.

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When you arrive somewhere quite different from where you were last, dragging your hand along the wall as you walk along is a perfectly natural reaction. It took Kaito a while to realise that his fingertips were leaving trails of a dark pink colour along the wall.

That's... odd, he thought, looking back at the streaks his hand had left. His headmates murmured their agreement, Conan in particular suggesting he try it again in case of flukes.

I was going to do that anyway, baka, he thought sourly, plonking his hand flat on the wall, and leaving a handprint behind it. A slow grin crept across his face as he surveyed the rest of the corridor ahead of him.

What do you think, guys? 'Kid Was Here?' Or should I try something a little more classy?

1stpersonplural leaves fingerprints of this .

Shinichi Kuroba was wandering again, this time looking for food. He traces his fingers down the walls of the hall as he walks. After a moment, he stops when he notices his fingertips were leaving a trail along the wall, as if he dipped his fingers in paint. He blinked in confusion at first and presses his two index fingers on the wall to confirm it.

"Well this is a first." he muttered to himself. He moves to the other side of the hall. He looks at the wall for a minute, then gets an idea. He uses his fingertips like paintbrushes, and starts drawing a dove on the wall. He can clean up later after his fun is done.

(kudoukid leaves fingerprints of this .)

This particular shrunken detective is rather less than amused by his own oddly colored hand prints, and not paying very much attention to where he's walking.

In fact, he's not paying any attention at all, as he examines his hands for any sign of dye. If he doesn't start paying attention soon, he might find out what happens when you walk straight into someone.

just_add_aptx leaves fingerprints of this

Kaito had just finished a small, sketchy mural depicting a grinning Kaito, peace-sign and all, when he was knocked into by a small something.

He turned and blinked as he registered who it was, the blue presence in the back of his head going slightly frantic around the edges.

It's another me- How- I mean- that shouldn't be possible--

On the outside, however, he put on a friendly smile, crouching down to Conan's level.

"Hey there, boya~ Are you lost?"

He stepped back, taking note of the blue streaks the contact had left on the magician's pants, and ignoring the stabs of pain from his cracked ribs. A grin.

"Sorry, Kaito-niisan!"

An actual Kuroba Kaito was something of a surprise after his encounter with 1412, but this wasn't the assassin, and thus, was most likely not going to start throwing knives.

"I'm not lost, I've been here long enough to figure this place out."

He peers up at the taller boy, studying him.

"Are you new here?"

A Conan who knows me, huh?

He grins, scratching at his cheek with a finger, a trail of fuschia following it.

"Yeah, I guess I am. Wherever this is." A beat, then, "You're Edogawa Conan, aren't you? The little guy who's foiled the Kaitou Kid so many times?"

Very subtle.

Oi, oi, I'm perfectly subtle, Hakubaka.

A raised eyebrow, expression communicating an idea of 'oi oi oi, don't call me little, KID'.

"You're new then."

"Ye-ep."

Kaito grinned cheerfully, then got to his feet, hands going into his pockets. "So, what is this place? Some kind of... alternate-universey thing? Meeting place between worlds? ....I'm not dead, am I?"

His face is comically stricken, a perfect expression to show he's joking and make little kids laugh. His ehadmates don't say anything, but there is a decidedly grumpy feeling from Conan's direction.

"It's a meeting place between worlds."

He's going to be getting a decidedly grumpy feeling from this Conan as well.

"I've only met one dead person here, and he's pretty sure this place isn't the afterlife."

It's pretty clear where ghost has been. There's the initial smudged handprint on a door handle, then an experimental line and a few handprints left on the wall next to it. Then scrawled messily in a style reminiscent of a slasher film 'Look behind you.'

He's currently invisible, looking for good places to leave creepy handprints.

(( deaduction leaves fingerprints of this .))

Ran ran down the hall playfully, running her hand across the wall. Laughing she began to simply draw stick figures on the wall. "This one will be Dad, this one will be Mom." She began to write the names above each figure she made. Grinning and laughing at each one.

[learnskarate leaves fingerprints of this . ~~Still needs a smiling little!Ran picture... :/ Urgh.~~]

"Dead person? Who?" He can't help himself, but his mind snaps to oyaji immediately. He's the only person he could think of who's dead in his world and might get dragged in by some place like this.

...Why hello there, creepy writing.

Ran hasn't yet discovered the miracle of magic fingerpaint, but that certainly doesn't stop him from noticing its effects. (It's kind of hard not to when it's all over the hallway.) He stops, staring at Shinichi's message, then tentatively glances back over his shoulder.

He knows that he shouldn't, that this is probably another stupid trick of Shinichi's and he's going to regret it, but damn it, he just can't help it.

Ran leaves fingerprints of this color~

Shinichi remembers just in time that he's invisible, stopping himself just in time from hailing Ran. Instead he grins as he notices his friend stop to stare at his message. Will he look? Yes, he will!

Slowly, with deliberate emphasis, he begins to trace new letters on the wall Ran is now looking at. A big garishly splatted B followed by an O and--

A half-smirk, "Meitantei Kudo Shinichi, actually."

This time the mental squawk from Conan makes him wince, though he covers it with a stunned look of shock that's only half-faked.

"The high school detective? Guy who's been missing for nearly a year now? That Kudo Shinichi?"

A nod. "Yeah, 'that' Kudo Shinichi. He's not the Shinichi-niisan from my world though."

Does this version of Kuroba Kaito know him as Kudo Shinichi? He was acting somewhat like he knew about the apotoxin and the shrinking, but the shock...

"That's... good I guess."

I'm -dead-? Me?

Not you, some other you. ...Can't help bu' wonder how it happened, though.

Our friends in Black, do you think?

Kaito paused a beat, listening to his detectives theorising, then added. "You're related to him?"

He didn't know Edogawa Conan, after all. A connection with him as Kid couldn't be explained in his civilian identity.

Studying, studying. No way to tell if this Kuroba Kaito knew him.

"He's a distant cousin of mine."

Glance around, no one else here. Let's try something, drop the Conan-mask a bit.

"How much do we know each other in your world, Kaito-niisan?"

Blink-blink in puzzlement, still smiling, a friendly mask.

"Me? I know of you - I'm a great Kid fan, after all - but I don't know you."

A grin.

"I'd like to, though. Anyone who can outsmart Kid has got to be good!"

"KID's still active then."

Serious, calm. Unblinking, watching the magician.

The memory is there though, curling and laughing and threading through the past, Kuroba's eyes, wide and startled and challenging underneath the brim of KID's top hat, 'You can't prove anything, tantei-kun' challenging him. A well-placed tranquilizer dart, enough to startle the thief off the edge of the building, hang-glider. White and red and the name 'Kuroba Kaito' all over the world-wide news. Hakuba Saguru following the trails, finding the organization, getting in too deeply, too quickly, the fool. Amaretto, and carefully planned and executed robberies and kidnappings. Hostage situations where the British detective didn't know the hostages were already dead.

Beautiful chaos, all started by a seven-year-old who didn't warn a thief about the snipers in the building next door. And no one blamed him, because there was no way he could have known.

Kaito blinked in surprise.

"Of course! It would take more than a detective or two to put him down!"

...Do you think something happen to me in his world?

A pause, then Conan's quiet, thoughtful tones.

I'd say so. He's not acting as much as I would as well. He might know.

And that was- well. His detectives already knew, and there was no escaping that, but he'd have rather none of them found out in the first place.

"I'm guessing you'd consider a sniper rifle something 'more than a detective or two'."

Waiting for a reaction, quiet, expression mostly blank, but containing the sort of vague almost-pity you're supposed to feel when telling someone that the version of them you know is dead.

Guh.

Kaito felt like he'd just been sandbagged, his expression shutting down into familiar blankness.

"Your Kid is dead, then?"

Kaito-kun...

Watching, considering. A nod.

"Your face was international news for weeks."

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if you don't mind, have a rather AU Conan?

/MINDS B[ nah it's okay carry on~

/SOOOOOOOOBS IN A CORNER also is kaito wearing the eyepatch?

/FOLDS ARMS IN TRIUMPH B] and yes he is :) there is new icons shortly

/IS DEFEATED alright, just wondering

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