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[There's an Aoko running around the mansion and searching frantically, as if her life depends on it (and for all she knows, it does). She's noticeably different from your usual Aoko, even at a glance; she's wearing a faded, green prison jumpsuit, and there's a thick, metal collar around her neck with a barcode stamped on it. If you look at her closer, she's tired, a little pale, and she looks sort of roughed up, as if she's fallen over a lot and been hit a few times.

She also looks panicked, worried, and almost a little frightened.]

Kaito?! Oi, Kaito--! Is this another Dog Race? More experiments?! Azami-chan!! Shiro-chan, Yoh-kun! Where are you guys--? [For a moment, she stops and glances down at her hand, considering something that seems to scare her a little; she shakes her head and continues running, determined.] This isn't funny!! Stupid Kaito--

I'm gonna find you, Kaito, okay? Do you hear me?! Don't die yet, or I'll never forgive you!

[And with that, she starts sprinting again.]

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singatuneof's Aoko, pre-escape from the Forgeries. )

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Takagi was on his way to breakfast. Well, correction. He was on his way to a late breakfast. He'd taken a wrong turn and had lost the central staircase. After the Conan with the robot beetle's demonstration of how rooms changed, Takagi wouldn't have been in the least bit surprised if the Mansion was simply enjoying messing with his mind.

He put a hand to his forehead. "Jeez, I haven't been here that long, and it's already normal to think of this place as alive."

Aoko had already had the Mansion explained to her, and she'd decided to leave Kaito for now and start looking around by herself (she didn't need him for everything, damn it, she could do things on her own) - it was better if she could find her own way around anyway, because there wasn't always going to be someone around she could rely on.

She was glancing around at rooms while she wandered, absent-minded, when she accidentally collided with Takagi's back, and she squeaked.

"Oh! I'm sorry, mister!" She gave a quick, apologetic bow of her head and glanced him over. She didn't recognise the man, and he didn't look like he came from DW; no collar, no strange weapon, no guard uniform. If he was from the same place as her, he wasn't anyone important.

... Still, she suddenly felt a little more aware of the fact that she was walking around in a prison jumpsuit, collar and all.

Takagi stumbled for just a moment before catching himself and turning. "It's no problem!"

He paused, not surprised that he didn't recognize her. They'd probably never met even from where he'd come from. But why was she wearing a jumpsuit and...was that a collar? The outfit looked similar to prison jumpsuits, but collars weren't used in any prison he'd ever seen.

After a few seconds of puzzling over her appearance, he awkwardly asked, "Ano...could I know who bumped into me at least?"

She smiled politely and nodded. "Mm! I'm Aoko Nakamori!"

He didn't have any reaction to the collar - so Aoko decided he definitely wasn't from Deadman Wonderland. In fact, he probably didn't know about Deadman Wonderland at all, so while she was still very conscious about obviously being a prisoner, which was enough for immediate suspicious looks and rejection from society, and it was embarrassing, she wasn't worried or frightened by it. She was alright, here.

"Nakamori?" Takagi repeated. She wasn't familiar, but that name definitely was. It took a second to place it. "Ano, you wouldn't happen to know Nakamori Ginzo-keibu, would you?"

They'd sort of met after Kaitou Kid had disguised himself as Takagi. Not an altogether pleasant memory. Especially after the inspector had given him such a grilling to try and get him to remember specifics about Kid.

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If you want, here's a police officer to give Aoko a heart attack!

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LOL! Aoko doesn't need any Kaitos' help! XD

lmfao she likes to be independent

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