mayfield_rpg | Case: 026

{{ →!Action | Outside City Hall | Afternoon }}

[ Conan got a useful regain this time around-his glasses. Of course he knows just what to do with this gadget as he moves over to a window he's mostly sure leads into the Mayor's office. He removes his glasses and pulls off a small chunk of them and wraps it in a piece of chewing gum he'd been working on before pressing it down near the window-he's not putting it on the wall itself-he won't risk the chance of it shorting out or electrocuting him. ]

{{ →!Action | 915 Bilko Boulevard | Later in the day. }}

[ Conan's relaxing on the couch, having come home before curfew just as his housemates expect of him-or he seems to be relaxing-actually he's listening carefully. A little confused when the sound of foot steps meet his ears. ]

Ah-!

{{ →!Action | Mayfield Hospital | Evening }}

[ Nothing much to report just yet but since Sherlock's regain came in the mail today Conan's decided on delivering it to him personally. It isn't like Holmes wouldn't get it upon his return home but right now Shinichi is a little shaken and desperately needs a distraction-delivering Sherlock's regain might provide just that. Maybe, if he's lucky. He also stops by the master bedroom in the house to swipe the packet of cigarettes and lighter on the bedside table. ]

[ He pushes the door to Sherlock's room open and carries the package over. Sherlock will probably notice Conan's glasses are different today-still over sized but they look to be in much better condition and much better quality then the one's he's been borrowing from Mayfield. Another thing that surely won't go unnoticed--he's incredibly pale. ]

((ooc: You can catch Conan acting suspiciously if you'd like but stepping on the piece of gum that has the listening device wrapped inside is reserved to Gin.))

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[Uh oh. It seems Gin stepped in something when his car broke down passing the Mayor's building. How this led to him going near the window, wHO KNOWS. But the point is...

He took a step, felt something weird, and checked his shoe to find...

OHOHOHHHHH there is no way in hell that she's here...

In fact there likely isn't, but since someone is obviously listening he'll take it when he gets back in the car.]

Hello there... [UHOH.]

[ It's amazing how quickly his face can drain of all color. ]

[ N-no.. no... it can't. How did this even? ]

Hnhnhnhnhn... This gum was placed recently- there may be a chance you're not listening now, but I somehow doubt that's the case...

[As he holds the device in question he fixes the issue with his car- damn mayfield cars... Ah well. It soon starts, and he's heading home.]

So. I wonder, who's listening..! [OH NOT THIS TONE...]

Could it be you? Sherry..?

[ Conan quickly looks back towards the kitchen and then towards the master bedroom before pressing the side of his glasses against his ear to hear better. ]

[ He's really done it this time. Once Gin realizes it wasn't Sherry then it's likely it won't take him long to realize who was behind that listening device. ]

Hnhnhnhn...

Even if not Sherry, you know of her, at the very least...

I did wonder, [he continues with a grin] just who it was who helped her to escape that night..!

[ ...There's... no way that... he could link that to him... right? Gin is still convince he's a little detective brat but not a threat. ]

[ ...but if he starts to put two and two together... he might realize who was really stuffed in that locker that one night... it's only a matter of time before Gin realizes there's only one other person from their world... and when he does... ]

[ Conan's eyes trail over to the phone. ]

[Gin reaches his home- parks the car, enters the door...]

Hnhnhnhnhn... Not ignoring me I hope. ...Because I will find you, after all...

[ Y-yeah.. Conan is more than well aware of that... Should he...? It's not like he can communicate through the glasses. ]

[And suddenly, as he places the recording device on the counter, it hits him...]

Or perhaps, [he hisses, narrowing his eyes,] you know I'll recognize you as someone I've met...

[Good thing the drones are locked up, they'd be having coniptions...]

[ He knows. He knows... Of course he knows, it was only a matter of time... ]

[ He slides off the couch and stops in front of the phone. A plan! He needs a plan. ]

Still quiet..? [Of course, only a matter of time... Well.]

Perhaps the proper way through is by the bleeding throat of someone closer. Perhaps even unwilling to believe what warnings you give...

[wOW STOP]

[ Conan's hand moves on instinct at that-screw a plan-if Sherlock's been tied down again then- ]

It was meant for the Mayor!

[...OH. It was the boy? And here he'd wondered if someone else had gotten stuck...

...He can still work with this. That much is clear as he chuckles.]

Hnhnhnhnhn. Well, perhaps you need a more reliable method then..! To think though... Irish was a coincidence, but this...

[Oh boy...] This makes it all too clear who your associates are...

[ He-he's not really sure what to say to that. ]

Too bad you won't remember it when you go back.

That doesn't change what happens here.

[ ...Which is basically means that Conan is fucked. For lack of a better term. ]

...

You want to settle the score, right? Since I destroyed the Blackhawk?

I-if you leave everyone else alone... if you swear not to hurt anyone besides me then-then I'll come to you. So you won't have to worry about covering your tracks.

Edited 2012-09-17 05:41 (UTC)

Hnhnhnhnhn... So quick to bargain..! I would almost wonder if I was being baited for a trap... [Wow do not say that don't-]

And just what will I get from you if I 'agree' to this deal then..? Death isn't permanent, you and I both know that... And if I were to hold you for longer than three days, well... [Pointless. Just pointless.]

It's not like I have much of a choice. You'd come after me anyway and then other people might get hurt.

[ Because it's totally not a trap, but if he denies it then it's suspicious-so lets go for a blow to his pride? ]

It'd be satisfying though, wouldn't it? To take the life of the person who beat you with a search light?

Edited 2012-09-17 15:15 (UTC)

Not from someone as suicidal as you evidently are.

[Good job Conan.]

[ ... ]

But the people I associate with aren't here so it's not like you have any other options either.

Is that so?

[Hnhnnnn... For a moment- albeit an incredibly brief one- he leans against the counter in thought. And finally...]

Hnhnhnhnhn... Very well- we'll test your pain tolerance then. Consider it a final 'goodbye'; there's no purpose in chasing after threads here.

[ Conan fights back a sigh of resigned sigh mixed with a tad bit of relief. ]

...Where do you want me to go?

Erwin.

Don't worry about which building it is, [he adds rather dangerously.]

...You won't have to worry about that after all.

[ He-he really doesn't like the sound of that, how does he alert anyone to this location with just the street? And if Gin finds the tracking stickers then he'd probably just destroy them. ]

[ However, like he's pointed out, he doesn't have much of a choice so he just nods. ]

When?

One week. Be there by seven.

And don't leave,[he warns.]

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