one passing night
the evening is spread out against the sky
April 17th, 2012 
modernholmes: (disinterested)
 [In a large circular room lit only by moonlight coming through the skylight and surrounded by the bookshelves that line every inch of the wall, two figures are seated in oversized leather chairs and playing a game of chess.  

Nothing unusual about that.  The Kudo family library, for indeed that is what the room was, was well suited for such games.  No, what was unusual about this moment was the identity of the players and the appearance of the game.  Two boys, identical in appearance if it was not for the fact that one was ten years younger than the other.  And a chessboard populated with oddly shaped gamepieces.  A close look might bring about some recognition from people who knew Conan well. 

The younger boy glares up at his opponent as he adjusts his glasses.]

You're being far too reckless with your queen.  


[ooc: Say hello to the oddness of the mind of a boy lying about his age and real name.  People who enter this dream will be greeted by both Conan and his older self Shinichi.  Who will answer as separate people despite being really the same person.]



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