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| [ Today the world is ending. Why is this you may ask? Well, simply because there are three Kaito's here today. Yes, that's right. Three. There's Kaitou Kid dressing in his cape and monocle, Kuroba Kaito the high school student with his spiky and unruly hair dressed in his high school uniform, and a nine year old Kaito who represents the part of him that never really grew up-the part that couldn't grow up after the tragic loss of Oyaji. ]
[ They're all in the same room eating chocolate cake and chocolate ice cream because today just so happens to be their birthday. The cake is huge, there are balloons everywhere, presents lining the walls, party hats on the tables that might randomly appear on gusts' heads and that just might be a chocolate stripper cake tucked over in that back corner. ]
[ Nine year old Kaito is sticking close to Kid while he chows down on that lovely piece of cake and high school Kaito is kind of a little ways away from them, leaning on the wall and staring transfixed at a picture of a magician-his father. Who isn't here and who should be here. ] | |
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| She thought she left this all behind.
It's the type of sunny day just made for a sports meet. There are races, hurdles, jumps, throwing events, everything imaginable and everyone is qualified. The crowds cheering them on are equalled by the crowd participating. The track is smooth and the fields are perfectly trimmed, with the smell of fresh grass.
Homura should be completely in her element here, but instead she looks horribly out of place. Her glasses are broken (she'd fallen earlier), there are cuts and scrapes along her knee, and the prim braids she's suddenly wearing her hair in have started to unravel. Worse, she barely runs a few steps without obvious pain.
She tries anyway, a valiant effort competing in one of the later races. When she falls to her knees, exhausted already, a few classmates give less than sympathetic looks, and make comments about her weak body and medicine she takes all the time. Homura just concentrates on breathing. | |
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| [The setting was an empty corner of an amusement park at night. In the distance you can hear the tinny sounds of carousel music and the screams of happy roller coaster riders. But here there was only a grassy lot, empty in the darkness.
And sitting in a shallow depression in the center of the room? A tiny boy with blood running down one side of his face, dressed in clothes far too big for him. His breathing is short and panicky, but he says nothing and makes no move to stand.]
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| [ Kaito hasn't been around much lately, mostly because he's an insomniac and can only sleep when he's thoroughly exhausted his brain. However, in this case he's been absent because he's been active phantom thief and lately he's felt farther away his goal than usual. He can't explain it but somehow he can feel the gem slipping away. ]
[ These feelings probably explain why today, in his dream, Kaito is small boy no more than nine dressed in an adult sized white tuxedo with the top hat falling down over his face. ]
[ Somewhere there's a man talking in the distance ]
'I know you'll make me proud, Kaito.'
[ Kaito looks widely around but he can't see through the hat and the voice is so distant that he doesn't really think to push the hat up. ]
Dad? What did you say? Dad? Dad!?
[ He's walking blindly-bumping into walls and trying to follow the distant voice. ]
Don't worry Kaito, follow my voice and I won't-
[ -But his voice is cut off by a sudden explosion. ]
...Dad?
[ Silence. ]
DAD!?
[ Kaito takes off running blindly, still running into walls but that doesn't matter to him. He's running right towards the burning fire caused by the explosion. ]
((ooc: I have no icons to properly convey his feelings. I apologize in advance. )) | |
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| [ No one would ever think that Kaitou Kid would have time to sit down and have a relaxing cup of tea. Apparently they're wrong though as the thief is currently settled into a chair and sipping calmly at a steaming cup of green tea. There's a chair across the table for him with another cup of steaming tea waiting for someone to come along and sit with him. ] | |
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| [ This is a nightmare. No really, this is a nightmare. It is a very... bizarre nightmare but a nightmare nonetheless. The dreamer is tied to the center of what is probably a pirate ship. Except that these pirates are quite strange as they are undoubtedly fish! Fish pirates with classic pirate features, including one with a tattoo of a heart bearing the word 'Mom.' ]
[ Kaito is physically shaking and trying to make himself as small as possible. He's sweating and paler than he's ever been in his life as he watches the fishy pirates roam about potentially harmlessly about the ship, stopping every now and again to move terrifying fishy lips in some form of communication. ]
I've never eaten fish in my life!
[ The sudden out burst has the attention of all the pirates for about two seconds before they go back to what they were doing. ] | |
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| "Captain Holmes!" Conan knocked politely on the door. "I have news. You are in need of some new crew members. The cook took objection to the cadaver in the larder and quit. Several of the more squeamish crewmembers left with him."
He sounded rather cheerful about the entire issue. "But at least the state of putrefaction is proceeding nicely."
It had taken Conan a lot of effort to get taken on as a cabin boy by Captain Holmes. Months of effort to track down the only pirate captain known to have had encounters with the leader of the Black Pirates. The same pirates, Conan suspected, who had been responsble for his own poisoning and shrinking. Weeks more of effort planning on how best to catch the captain's interest. Conan knew quite well that the only reason he'd been hired and kept on the crew was because Sherlock Holmes found him to be interesting.
And... at least it was not boring aboard this ship. He'd found quite a few shared interests with the captain. Until the day that he could destroy the Black Pirates and regain his life as Shinichi Kudo, this was not a bad life. Exploration. Treasure hunting and riddles. Plenty of scientific inquiry.
Now if only they had an easier time keeping the other crew members around.
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| [ Kaito can feel the normal amount of anxiety and excitment that builds just before a heist and easily mashes it down to a point it won't stand in his way once everything it underway. As per usual he runs through a mental check list of his heist's plans and as per usual he hops down from the high building he's perched on and spirals down towards the hard cement that would surely claim his life before popping open his glider and soaring with ease as close he'll dare to the building in question. ]
[ He lands gracefully, just as he always does and switches places with an inflated dummy while he cloaks himself in black and makes his way across to the museum by an alternate means. Again, he has no trouble making it to the building but something strike hims as odd as he stealthily slides in through a window. ]
[ ..Where is the task force? Where is Inspector Nakamori? By this point he would have had to take a few people out with sleeping gas so why isn't the museum be as guarded as it usually was? Was this all part of the inspector's plan? No... no way Nakamori could orchestrate something like this. He slides out into the hall after changing into the riot gear he had concealed in a broom closet and makes his way with ease into the room housing tonight's target. ] | |
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| [ This fairytale is easy enough to recognize by the giant beanstalk that's sprouted out of the ground and reaches through the heavens. He's already easily made his climb up to the giants lair and is just slipping into the oversized castle to get a good look around. The room huge and in a corner there is a huge table where a bright re light is shining so brightly Kaito can't help up be drawn to the light's stunning beauty and using a grappling hook to easily reach the top of the table to see what's emitting such an intense light. ]
[ On a small pedestal encased in glass there is a stone about the size of his fist bursting with red light and cloaking everything it's rays to give it a pink-ish tint as it rotates. Kaito moves closer to the stone and stops just in front of it, watching curiously. Suddenly the ground shakes and there are thundering crashes coming from the other room and Kaito scrambles to hide behind a candlestick as the giant comes into the room looking around for something. ] | |
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Alice had been wandering the halls of the dark and deserted museum for quite some time. Long enough, in fact, that when she paused in front of a glittering display of medieval armaments to collect her thoughts (and indeed, any clues as pertaining to the trail that she had been following and once again lost) she realized that she had traversed far more grounds than the museum should actually be able to offer. And since when had the museum in Ekoda featured such an exhibit...?
"`twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves, and the mome raths outgrabe."
A voice intoned solemnly from beyond the reaching shadows, and Alice's head whipped around to try and locate the speaker but she was alone. The skin on the back of her neck prickled in alarm and Alice reached slowly for the gun tucked up to her back. Something wasn't right.
There was flash of white in the periphery of her vision, a fluttering of pale fabric disappearing around a corner. Alice spun neatly on her heel, hair flaring out behind her and chased after the figure, only to turn the corner and abruptly find herself at a dead end. alone. Warm breath ghosted across her ear and the faint sound of laughter followed. There was no one beside her, but still the voice continued:
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun the frumious Bandersnatch!"
Alice reached once again for her gun, but found nothing there. Her gaze was drawn to her side, where a long, thin blade lay affixed to the wall, strangely without any sort of plexiglass barrier between them. She traced a finger along its edge and pulled back to examine the fine welling of blood on her fingertip with a clinical expression.
"He took his vorpal sword in hand." She murmured curiously to herself, and took the sword down from the wall.
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