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mayfield_rpg2012-09-15 03:44 pm
1_truth) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-09-15 03:44 pm
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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.))
[ 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.))
[ Phone ]
...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...
[ Phone ]
Too bad you won't remember it when you go back.
[ Phone ]
[ Phone ]
...
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.
[ Phone ]
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.]
[ Phone ]
[ 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?
[ Phone ]
[Good job Conan.]
[ Phone ]
But the people I associate with aren't here so it's not like you have any other options either.
[ Phone ]
[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.
[ Phone ]
...Where do you want me to go?
[ Phone ]
Don't worry about which building it is, [he adds rather dangerously.]
...You won't have to worry about that after all.
[ Phone ]
[ However, like he's pointed out, he doesn't have much of a choice so he just nods. ]
When?
[ Phone ]
And don't leave,[he warns.]
[ Phone ]
[ How does he expect him to leave, wasn't it common knowledge that no one can leave Mayfield? ]