Conan Edogawa [Gin] - Case 015 - [Accidental? Video]
[Some people called Conan reckless and some people went as far as call him in idiot. Both of these were probably true as he's gone down to the basement on the lookout for explosives. Upon finding something suspicious and looking the design over carefully Conan is lifting the casing off the device and cuts the proper wires with a pocket knife. Crisis averted.
...But what did Gin want to blow up. He stands up and and is suddenly aware there's someone directly behind him. His eyes widen and he turns to look up at the assassin he has no doubt planted the bomb.]
"It's not real."
[Conan's eyes turn from Gin to the bomb on the wall. Not real? So this had been a trap? But how would Gin know that he would-No. It doesn't make sense. There's no way Gin would know that he would-]
"But this-" [The man pulls out a gun and rests the tip of the silencer on Conan's shoulder, a dark smirk still on his face.] "Is."
[Conan immediately tries to back away but the moment he moves even a tiniest bit Gin pulls the trigger and the child immediately lets out a yelp and falls backward, gripping his shoulder-blood oozing between his fingers and staining his blue jacket a nice crimson color.]
"Now then." [Gin moves closer, using his foot to force the miniature detective all the way down and step on the bullet wound. Conan scream and it sounds very much like a small child in unbearable pain.] "Why don't you tell me why you're involved with those FBI?"
[aaand the feed times out]
((ooc: ....save the little detective and put him on a leash?))
...But what did Gin want to blow up. He stands up and and is suddenly aware there's someone directly behind him. His eyes widen and he turns to look up at the assassin he has no doubt planted the bomb.]
"It's not real."
[Conan's eyes turn from Gin to the bomb on the wall. Not real? So this had been a trap? But how would Gin know that he would-No. It doesn't make sense. There's no way Gin would know that he would-]
"But this-" [The man pulls out a gun and rests the tip of the silencer on Conan's shoulder, a dark smirk still on his face.] "Is."
[Conan immediately tries to back away but the moment he moves even a tiniest bit Gin pulls the trigger and the child immediately lets out a yelp and falls backward, gripping his shoulder-blood oozing between his fingers and staining his blue jacket a nice crimson color.]
"Now then." [Gin moves closer, using his foot to force the miniature detective all the way down and step on the bullet wound. Conan scream and it sounds very much like a small child in unbearable pain.] "Why don't you tell me why you're involved with those FBI?"
[aaand the feed times out]
((ooc: ....save the little detective and put him on a leash?))