justonetruth | Mission Improbable.

Mission Improbable.

This particular Shinichi prides himself on stealth. Discreet appearances and exits, undetectable surveillance, shadowing -- there is little about stalking he doesn't know (note: this isn't necessarily a good thing). There's just one thing.

He's not Shinichi any more.

The lack of height is in many ways a plus. Who is going to suspect a seven-year-old of following them? That's if he can avoid truant officers of course. The rest of it, however--

It needs work. And that is precisely what Conan is doing.

It's night. You might be in the library when you hear a strange noise. Have the feeling you're being watched in the kitchen. See something shift just on the edge of your vision as you make your way down the corridors to bed.

Whatever you're doing, you're not alone.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He lets his mind wander slightly as he heads towards the stairs down, thinking about how much harmless fun he could get out of the situation. He's been around Kuroba for a while, so he's picked up a couple of things - such as the thief's more practical sense of humour.

There's nothing in that smile as he walks along to suggest any of this, though.

Stairs! Conan brightens. He's not had a chance to use his jump-line in ages. Perhaps this is it?

But no -- he's not sure he wants to share his toys with this particular counterpart yet, and the mission he's set for himself tonight is more about the practicing than the results. He sets off after his counterpart, pressed against the wall, ready to duck into a doorway if he looks like turning around.

Oh, yes. And not just any stairs - the lobby stairs. Conan heads down with a spring in his step, looks out over the balcony for a minute. Waits a while to make sure his counterpart is close by...

And jumps up onto the railings and down to the lobby floor, landing softly and not wasting a single movement. Stands back up, and starts moving onward.

...

...

...

... okay, that definitely calls for the jump-line.

...and Conan's trying to not laugh as he hears the small sounds of the jump-line being taken out. He heads over to one of the chairs while they're still going, in order to have a look see at some of the reading material the Mansion's seen fit to provide them with.

(lmao)

By the time his counterpart is done his examination of the bookcase, Conan has got himself to one of the armchairs and is grinning widely -- he's forgotten that he was trying to be undetectable and is instead trying to think of ways to get this new, awesome Conan to play with him.

"That was cool."

In the middle of perusing one of the magazines, he rolled his eyes.

"Thanks," he said, dryly. And headed off to the set of rooms to be found behind the staircase.

Conan scrambled out of the chair and jogged after him, having abandoned stealth for the moment. "Can you jump up as well?"

The vampire stopped, turned around slowly, eyebrows risen. "Depends on what you mean by 'jump'." His tone is rather dry. Dry, but amused. "And weren't you supposed to not be making me notice you?"

"Well what would you call it?" Conan is unrepentant.

"I'm taking a break."

"I'd call it 'jumping'. Why - what'd you call it?"

"Well, if that's what you want to do, don't let me stop you."

And after that, he carries on going. Not, might he add, jumping. Quite notably just walking casually down the corridor towards one of the doors, destination kept in mind.

"I'd call it jumping too," Conan said, falling into pace alongside his counterpart. "So what do you by 'it depends what you mean by jumping'? Are there other sorts of jumping? Can you fly?"

Poor, poor other Conan.

"...I mean jumping up or jumping down. Then again, you can also jump sideways and backways, too. And no, I can't fly. Unless you launched me or something."

He's still heading down the corridor.

"Oh." Conan's quiet a moment, thinking about that. "What else can you do? Or is it a secret?"

"Hm, what else? Not exactly a secret..." and this accompanied by a secretive smirk. "But I don't need those sneakers I'm sure you've got anymore, that's for sure."

Bit by bit, he's giving it away. Because it's fun. And oh, look - there's the dining room. The door's open, but they're going past it.

"The sneakers?" Conan glances down at his feet, confused -- then he remembers that the power boosting heels might be of more use to a Kudou Shinichi who needs to apprehend murderers regularly. "So you used to use them -- but something happened and now you don't?" Radioactive spider bite? Exposure to rare toxins?

"Mm-hm. Got it right. Anything else you can remember from earlier?"

It's hardly as though he's going to give everything up that easily. They're still walking, too.

Conan thinks hard. The way his counterpart is talking, he should have all the clues he needs to figure this out. "You move kind of differently," he said slowly. "And you've obviously got really good senses." Better even than Ran's?

And then there was the pallour--

Conan frowned. "In my world, there are some questions you don't ask," he said quietly.

Shinichi-Conan grins right on back. "Bingo~" No teeth are shown of unordinary length.

"Huh, really? Like what? What world?" He's already got some sort of idea, but as a detective he'd really prefer proof.

"Like 'are you human'?" Conan says seriously. "My world that can get people in a lot of trouble."

The grin has turned sharp, but it's no less friendly.

"Ooh, good one. And I can see how it would." He stops in his tracks, facing his counterpart. "But - d'you want an answer?"

Conan also comes to a halt, studying his counterpart with an expression that is more Kudou Shinichi than Edogawa Conan, serious and set as if he is very aware of the implications of what he is asking.

"Yes," he says at last. "I do."

Shinichi sees the expression that's more him than Conan in the other's eyes, and is pleased. He's only contemplating this now - earlier it would've been fun just to head randomly into the kitchen and take out an undisguised blood pack - because his counterpart is not afraid, and while he seems bothered, doesn't look like he'd think much differently. In fact, he seems to be taking this seriuosly... unlike the time when he'd jumped down from the balcony.

"I'm a vampire," he said bluntly, backed up one single pace, and crossed his arms to watch the fallout.

Conan blinked. For a moment he's tempted to ask if the other is joking -- he may be seven but that doesn't mean he's a kid -- but even while part of his brain protests that this isn't logical, the other half is tallying up the proof. It all fits ...

"Really? I mean -- well, vampire is just as logical as radioactive spider bites I suppose and -- does that mean you're ..." Conan swallows. "Are you dead?"

"Yes, really." He's not mentioning radioactive spider bites. That's just all the proof he needs to validate which world he comes from. Must be that Ran's Conan, then, and he feels a pang of pity. "No," he says dryly. "Although my life signs can be so small I could be mistaken for dead if I'm found sleeping." He's started to walk again, same direction. Might as well. "Subspecies of youkai."

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject