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justonetruth2010-05-28 12:36 am
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[There are loud crashing noises coming from one of the rooms, followed by the sound of shattering glass and a few more ominous thumps. It goes silent again for a few moments, before the door is flung open and someone flies out of the room, skidding across the wooden floors of the hallway and colliding painfully with the opposite wall.
It's another Kaito, though clearly not one of the more normal ones. He's dressed in a dull green jumpsuit indicative of prison garb, and a light-gray, metal collar with a bar-code adorning the front is looped around his neck. His appearance isn't helped by the dark red blood stains that spatter his clothing and smear across his cheek. Nor does is it helped by the light trail of blood that now streaks across the floor where he slid, and the droplets that now line the wall where he landed.
He's breathing heavily as he lifts a hand to wipe his mouth, and he freezes mid-motion. His gaze darts frantically around the hallway, and despite his seemingly serious injuries, he's on his feet within seconds, taking a defensive stance and glancing frantically at his surroundings]
The hell--
It's another Kaito, though clearly not one of the more normal ones. He's dressed in a dull green jumpsuit indicative of prison garb, and a light-gray, metal collar with a bar-code adorning the front is looped around his neck. His appearance isn't helped by the dark red blood stains that spatter his clothing and smear across his cheek. Nor does is it helped by the light trail of blood that now streaks across the floor where he slid, and the droplets that now line the wall where he landed.
He's breathing heavily as he lifts a hand to wipe his mouth, and he freezes mid-motion. His gaze darts frantically around the hallway, and despite his seemingly serious injuries, he's on his feet within seconds, taking a defensive stance and glancing frantically at his surroundings]
The hell--
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She was kidnapped. [... well, not really kidnapped as much as she was taken away for crazy science experiments, and Kaito has already vowed to make the men who dared to touch her pay]
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If there are two of me, and two of you, then the one you saw might not even be the one who was kidnapped. [his logic sensors are returning]
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[Conan frowns.] Is there anything that the Aoko-neesama you want to find must definitely have? [He's looking at Kaito's collar thoughtfully.]
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One of these.
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... thanks anyway.
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[Conan is waved over to help Ran repack the contents of the furoshiki, splitting it between two clothes, and supplementing it with more onigiri and other portable foodstuffs. Ran's been stock piling against resuming her journey and it makes sense to carry them with them now on what might be a lengthy search. When she is satisfied that both she and Conan have manageable bundles she stands, looking to Kaito.] Ready to go?