[Here again. Thankfully, he's human today, much more convenient than his seal form.

The mansion seems less crowded than before, or at least he's running into fewer people than last time. Just his luck. In a form where he can easily interact with humans, but none around to talk to.]

[This would be a Hakuba (in a light set of metal armor) throwing open a door, and slamming it closed behind him. He backs away, a long sword with a diamond blade held at the ready, and the door shakes with the sound of impact, but nothing comes through.]

The weather forecast for the Lobby today is fair with a chance of flying Hakubas- wait... what?

Right now, if you're in the general vicinity, you'll notice one flying straight through the doors.  He didn't seem to be there before, but there he is, mottled brown wings spread wide to attack something that had been there.  Now, however, the balcony is where his target once was - which is a rather large cause for alarm, making him backpedal and crash land.

Possibly onto whoever came to watch the show.

[OOC: This Hakuba is from the same AU as yami_no_kaitou .  Except from an earlier canon point.]

[There is a Hakuba, or someone who looks like he should be Hakuba, sitting in one of the studies, drinking tea and reading an Agatha Christie novel.]

 Saguru is, at the moment, slightly unrecognisable as a Saguru, having come from a point in his life when he isn't in need of pretending to look like he did before.  His hair is curly and brown.  He's wearing strange clothes.  And the room he's in looks like it's from a point in the distant future - there are paper books, CDs, holograms and a great many other forms of data storage, most - if not all - in strange languages.  In fact, he probably hasn't even realised that he's not still where he was a few minutes ago.

Feel free to disturb.  And gawk.

[Those wandering in the mansion may find themselves tripping over the aftermath of a Sparkfight. Hopefully not literally.]

[There is currently:]

[1) Door blown off its hinges by a corner.]

[Just around that corner, there is: ]

[2) Three weird little metal spheres with openings that're floating in mid-air.]

[3) One spidery pile of tubing with some kind of non-functioning small steampunk robot in the middle of it just down the hall.]

[4) A basketball-sized brass sphere that looks like it was removed from something - cords and whatnot hanging out of it - with a trilobyte emblem covering one side.]

[5) (One) Unconscious Hakuba who is slightly singed and seems to've been thrown against one wall of the hallway with a decent amount of force and electricity-burns on one hand. Those with a little bit of medical knowledge might pick up that he's had an encounter with a decent amount of electricity; not enough to be life-threatening, but enough to put him down for the count. Well, electricity and a bit of a crack to the head from being thrown back.]

[6) (One) Unconscious Kid who's sprawled in the corridor on the far wall from the Hakuba; the basketball-sphere is not far from his hands. He's kinda limp. He's also got some kind of strange cybernetic wings, metal frames with some sort of strange cloth for membranes, definitely far too small to work for flight on aerodynamics and lift alone, that're also quite limp. His pulse is a little on the slow side and his breathing's a little shallow, but other than that and the limp-noodle impression, as well as some fairly obviously older/prior-damage singe-marks and holes in his clothing, he appears to be fine. ]

[I'm sure they'd prefer if you didn't LITERALLY trip over them. It is an option though.]

[Tags will be from both magnetic_wings and clockworkclanks.]

[Odds are Hakuba's going to be the first one awake unless there's other interference otherwise.]

[Just what almost every Hakuba Saguru in the mansion has always wanted, a Kuroba Kaito dressed in Kaitou KID's white tuxedo and cape and monocle, but lacking the distinctive top hat.

He has a headset on his face, complete with microphone, and is hissing into it nervously in English.]

Shinichi? Answer me, dammit.

[The radio silence concerns him more than his surroundings, but he is standing ready for action, a submachine gun (similar to this, but all brass and wood and clockwork) held tightly in his hand.]

[[ooc: tagging will be from both threestar_thief and weaponofathief]]

"Okay, this is where that one Conan said he vanished too," Kazuha said, standing at the end of the hall on the first floor. "And I can feel it....I think he's near the stair well," she said, looking at the others.

"Here's the plan. Conan-kun will go down first. He'll get the ghosts attention, and basically agree with anything he says and try to make him happy and distracted. From there, two of us will go to the stair well and put up the ofuda there around the hall to keep him there, while another two do it from this side of the hall," Kazuha explained and looked at the kitsune Kaito.

"I want you to watch Conan-kun. Don't go into the ghost's area, but just watch. If it looks like things are going to go bad, I want you to rush in and get Conan-kun out of there, but only if things are starting to go bad."

"Finally, Heiji, I want you to take off the omamori away from the ghost. I will too. Kudo-kun says the omamori has acted as a warning to him before and I don't want the ghost noticing us until it's too late."

She paused, looking between everyone. "...well, any questions?"

((OOC: Poltergeist Conan sealing! Sorry for delay in getting it up.))

There's a shuddering boom from the lobby; the mansion trembles in the wake of the noise and the jarring -thud-. In the centre of it all is a mysterious capsule, looking like it might have been a diving bell at one point before it was modified, wires and strange mechanics attached to the top and sides. The marble under it is cracked, and sparks still fly, electricity arcing and filling the air with the sharp scent of ozone.

The handle to the door on the front shudders and creaks, stops halfway through it's movement. There's a muffled thud on the door, as if someone has hit it in irritation, silence for a moment, then a highpitched vhreeeeeeeeee-- noise as something activates and powers up--

And the door blows off its hinges, crashing soundly into the opposite wall as a figure stumbles from the smoke-filled interior, hacking and coughing, their entire body covered in dust, staining hair and skin a dirty brown colour, eyes protected by a pair of heavy-duty goggles.

This Hakuba Saguru may be slightly- no, make that quite a bit different from usual.  For one thing, his school uniform isn't exactly meticulous, and neither is his hair.  He's still got his watch, though, which he's looking at in confusion as he walks down the corridor, unaware of why it's not working, until he looks up, and gets...

Not very amused.  Immediately, he stops, crosses his arms, and raises a sardonic eyebrow.

"Kuroba - what did I say about messing about with my head?  Not.  To.  Do.  It.  Again.  Or I'll reconsider what I said about the ofuda.  I'm serious..."

And he certainly sounds it.  But for some reason, some of the stuffiness has gone out of his voice.  He also looks about six months older than most Hakuba Sagurus.

(ooc: from the same 'verse as ghost!Kaito.  Tags will be coming from haunted_hakuba and thiskaitohaunts.  The second will randomly appear sooner or later.)