mayfield_rpg | Case: 016

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Case: 016

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[ He knows pretty much anyone who knew he had this idea would object which is why he's up so early. He's brought in the milk but instead of just dumping it down the drain like he usually does he's set it on the table and watches it apprehensively. He has to do this-he has to know. But there's no way to tell what kind of milk it is without... drinking... it. Just the thought alone is enough to churn his stomach. But he won't get anywhere if he doesn't take risks. ]

..is there really no other way to do this?

[ He pours grabs the bottle and pours a very small glass which he makes a disgusted face at before taking it in both hands. 'Just... a little right?' He takes a deep breath and gulps down some air before starting to take a drink-managing to swallow very little of it.. He immediately spews it out though-coughing loudly as he wipes his mouth, traces of blood on his hand and in the spewed milk. ]

Well.. could have been worse. [ Cough-cough-hack ]

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[ Cough-hack-cough ]

N-ne! [ Cough ] G-Good Morning Everyone! S-Sorry [ Hack ] to bother you so early- [ Cough-cough ] but I was wondering-[ Cough-hack ] if anyone has a microscope I could borrow? [ Cough-Cough ]

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[That last cry, gave Sherlock the motivation to shove open the door. But the sight that welcomed him... Wasn't one Sherlock expected. The clothes were Conan's. They were all in tatters now, from his rapid growth. But before Sherlock was a young man. About... seventeen. Seventeen! Damn, he thought Conan only had the mind of a seventeen year-old. He didn't realize that Conan had actually been seventeen.]

[Sherlock crouched next to the young man. He gently moved the fringe out of Conan's eyes. He was out of his depth - a feeling he didn't have often and one he really didn't like.]

Conan?

[ The young man just remains out for a few moments longer as the steam that was coming off of him dissipates.]

[ Very slowly, he starts to wake up. ]

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[Sherlock doesn't know if he should touch him or not, so for now he just observes.]

[ He may be slow to wake up but he sits up quickly and immediately examines his hands. ]

[ 'The real thing is always better.' ]

Ah-

[ He notices Sherlock. ]

Sorry. I didn't have enough time to warn you.

[Sherlock raises an eyebrow.]

Clearly.

[He looks between them, sheds the bath robe and holds it out for Conan. He turns his back.]

You'd... better get out of those rags before they start cutting off your circulation.

Huh? Ah.. right.

[ He'll get changed as quickly as possible. ]

Ah-I guess I should tell you- My real name is Shinichi Kudo.

[Once he's changed Sherlock moves to sit.]

Is that what you want me to call you?

Only while I'm in my original form. It has to be kept secret that Conan and Shinichi are one in the same.

[Sherlock gives a nod of understanding.]

Does this... [He gestures to Shinichi's form.] Happen often?

No. My guess is that poison in the milk would have killed me but it instead attacked the thing that kept me trapped as a seven year old-although it might not be permanent.

What's the thing that keeps you trapped in a seven-year-old body?

...I'm sure it's not permanent. [ Of course it's not. There's no way it could be. However... if he were to drink the milk again would it have the same effect? Not that he's anxious to cough up blood again but... who wants to be stuck as a seven year old? ]

Ah-well-I actually don't know that much about it-All Haibara will tell me is that it's called Apotoxin 4869. It was originally a drug meant to be used as a lethal poison that can't be traced in an autopsy. As the name suggests it involves the activation of Apoptosis. Haibara, the orignal creator of the drug, says that's most likely that the Apotoxin only activated apoptosis in our non-neural cells and at some point it stabilized. But that's all she'll tell me-something about that's all I need to know about it.

[Sherlock looks concerned.]

"Our cells"?

[The rest makes some sort of sense - hypothetically.]

Ah, Haibara is only other surviving victim of the Apotoxin.

You were solving a puzzle and got too close.

[Sherlock sounds more like he's talking from experience rather than deducing other things Shinichi is not saying.]

Are you all right?

[Immediately, right now?]

...Actually-I didn't even know about the organization until that night. I just so happened to noticed someone acting suspicious so I followed and.. well got... um... caught.

[Sherlock sighs and waves it off.]

Are.you.all.right?

[He won't ask again. Teenagers, they're the worst.]

Of course, why wouldn't I be? [ 'Guess the milk's not so bad after all' ]

Well you have just rapidly aged ten years after ingesting poisoned milk.

[That was said in the "you're an idiot" tone.]

[ He just shrugs. ]

It's not so bad after the first few times-Haibara has made a few temporary antidotes, unfortunately though, she won't let me have them unless it's an emergency.

[ 'Now I just need to know how long this will last and if the milk will do this every time... if it does I may never have to be 'Conan' again while stuck in Mayfield. ]

First few times!? How many times have you experienced this?

[If Shinichi says Sherlock sounds concerned or worried, he'll deny it.]

[ Hang on, he's got think about this. ]

Saa... I believe this makes eight.

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You prefer being this age... and you think the milk caused it.

[Sherlock looks stern.]

You are not allowed to run the experiment again. At least not until we know something more about the milk.

Of course I do. Who wants to be stuck as a seven year old? I had a life you know, before I became Conan. I was known throughout Japan as the famous high school detective, the savior of the Japanese Police Force.

[ He winces. Was it really that obvious? Ah well.. how lame was it that he finally gets to be 'Shinichi' again and Ran is stuck as a drone. ]

O-of course.

[Sherlock nods.]

Good, keep it that way.

[Sherlock is now searching through the Pharmacy. There was morphine. He was hoping to find some cocaine, though highly regulated in the 1950s, it was still considered as an aid to those who where experiencing withdrawal symptoms from Morphine back then. There should be some around.]

[As he was looking, he sees some syringes and pockets them. Then he takes one of the bottles of liquid morphine. Then.... on a high shelf in the corner, he finds a small bottle of liquid cocaine. He grins and actually relaxes because he now knows he has a fallback plan. He won't use it unless he needs to, but even just knowing its there is comforting.

Right. Oh, ~~Con~~ Sinichi is still here.]

Savior of the Japanese Police Force? That's a rather... impressive title.

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