mayfield_rpg | Case: 018

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[ Since returning to Mayfield Conan has locked himself in his room with any mystery books he could find. If he figured out the trick and murderer before he finished his book he'd toss it in a pile of books that couldn't hold his attention for long. If he is kept guessing until the end then he sets it aside on his night stand to read through it again and find the key details that point to the murderer. So far he has not come across such a mystery. Normally, he'd finish reading the book despite figuring out the trick-but this is different. He's only reading to keep his mind focused and off Ran. ]

[ He's been having difficulty concentrating on anything lately because he's been constantly worried about his childhood friend. He closes the last of the mystery books he'd managed to find and tosses into the pile with all the others before sinking down into his pillows. Ran would be okay... wouldn't she? ]

[ He takes a calming breath and tucks his hands behind his head, staring fixedly at the ceiling... ]

[ ... ]

[ ..... ]

[ ... ]

RAAAAAN!

[ He wakes up in a cold sweat, immediately sitting up and breathing hard. What a Nightmare. ]

{{ →!Action | 915 Bilko Boulevard's front yard | Morning }}

[ Conan's not in a good mood today. He's stille feeling jittery and shaky so to calm himself down as best as possible he's got soccer ball out and kicking it at the side of the house-when it bounces off he rushes to meet it and kick it again. ]

[ It helps. But he's obviously bothered by something as he keeps missing the small 'x' he drew on the side of the house with a piece of chalk. ]

((ooc: If you're curious about Conan's dream I've left a link to it as I wrote it out in a separate journal entry. Warning. It involves violence. ))

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She was in your nightmare. You screamed for her.

[Statements. Explain, Conan.]

[ He was doing okay until Sherlock pointed that out. Immediately he clams back up because that is really something he doesn't like thinking about. ]

...They killed her.

[Sherlock nods once.]

Did that happen in real life?

No. Just in the dream.

But you fear it might happen in real life, which is why the dream bothers you so much.

[Sherlock gets it, even if he won't admit it.]

It's more than that. If they were to find out the truth-if they found out I'm really the missing detective it would happen.

Not just Ran, but Occhan, Agasa-hakasei, and Hattori. Along with everyone else associated with me.

Then you would understand why I threw myself off a building...

Mm.. Of course.

...How did you fake that one, anyway? My guess is that you landed on mattress or something that was set up before you jumped and then had someone throw a fake over so that still have the sound of someone landing fron a fall like that.

[Sherlock smirks.]

A magician never tells his secret. [He grimaces.] I was taken before I landed, so I don't actually know if it did work or not...

[It doesn't matter that Conan told him he succeeded. Sherlock didn't experience it, so he doesn't know.]

Well, if correlates with the Final Problem, it probably did.

[ With that he just kind of shrugs and goes to bounce the soccer ball on his knee. ]

[Sherlock watches him a few moments and tilts his head.]

Feeling better?

It depends on what you mean by better. My heart rate is back to normal and I don't feel shaky anymore but I have a lot of thinking to do.

[ He bounces the ball from his knee to balances it on the top of his head. ]

But I don't think I'll actually feel better until I know what Bourbon's new mission is.

Is... Bourbon here in Mayfield?

[If not, Conan might have a long wait.]

No, not that I've seen.

Then... how do you hope to figure out his new mission?

I don't know. But, I know that it must be something in the Kanto Region of Japan and that they seem to think they might have better access to the information by hanging around a famous detective.

I don't think it has anything to do with Kaitou Kid-the organization should have no reason to go after him since they don't know he was even involved. ...Come to think of it, he was pretty mad at me that I only mentioned in passing there might be explosives on that part of the train...

[ ...Is it possible this is all Kid's revenge? No... he wouldn't do something like that, and besides, as far as Shinichi knows, Kid never met Bourbon until just before that explosion. ]

So there's nothing you can do about it right now. Why let it bother you so much?

[This probably goes into the realm of 'sentiment' and Sherlock doesn't understand that.]

Because I hate not knowing what's going on, especially if it involves the Black Organization and The Agency.

[Sherlock sighs.]

It's a waste of resources to worry about something over which you have no control. They're not here. You're not there. There's nothing you can do to resolve either of those issues. Until there is, it's pointless to worry about it.

[Ah, Sherlock has the concept of "indifference" down to a science.]

But Ran is!

And what specifically can you do to help here from here?

[Sherlock is logical to a fault.]

Just so you know, knowing Ran could be in danger while there's nothing I can do to stop it does not make me feel any better about the situation. In fact, it makes me that much more uneasy.

[ The soccer ball had some point fallen and rolled towards the wall. This isn't working. He needs something else to keep him distracted. ]

It wasn't supposed to make you feel better. It was supposed to point out the waste of energy it is to think or worry about it, when there are much more immediate concerns on which to use your concerns.

[Namely getting the hell out of here.]

[ He takes a calming breath and goes to retrieve his soccer ball. ]

...You're right.

I need to be focused on finding out more about Mayfield right now.

[There's a faint smile.]

I'm rarely wrong.

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