RL: Conan and Holmes: This is why you don't leave children unattended..they run off
Shinichi took several deep breaths as he had effectively gotten away from Ran and was well on his way back to the agency. He closed his eyes and had to steady himself as he gripped onto a glass window and looked at his appearance
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This transition between worlds was not kind to the dear detective, not at all. It was like nothing else he had experienced before, not even akin to a bad dosage of drugs, it was just that wholly unpleasant. But he was exacting precise control over himself and the only indication that he was having issues was the deeper pallor that settled over his face. Keeping his back to Watson was the only way he could possibly keep the Doctor from commenting, and that was precisely what he was going to keep doing.
Using his walking cane indoors was something he was not prone to doing, but to further conceal his discomfort he leaned heavily against it as he looked around. This place was an utter disgrace - though he could not really judge the state of it as his own flat was not in the running to be the tidiest place in London nor would it ever be.
He was intrigued, nonetheless by the sheer amount of novelty that was thrumming through his own system at the same time as discomfort. Being in the future was a novel thing, of course, and he was just wrapping his brain around that fact as he observed his surroundings. Never having been to Japan, Sherlock had no point of reference for comparison of this near domestic setting to one in his own time.
Steadily making his way over to the window, he was resigning himself to staring out of it as he recuperated for a moment when he heard a rather loud raucous behind him. Turning a little too sharply to see who and or what that noise was, he gripped the handle of his walking cane hard enough to make his knuckles whiten in his gloves.
Spotting the young boy, the detective eased his expression into a rather blank look as he moved to walk toward him. "Young man?" He called softly, not trusting his voice not to waver at higher decibel. Setting aside his own off-putting state, he was bound to getting straight to the point. This must be Conan Edogawa, he thought as he overlooked him.
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It was called a "world-hop," they said. It certainly wasn't very much like a 'hop' to Watson. It felt more as if he was draining down a sink, or spinning so fast he became slightly dizzy. Truly, the sensation was too odd to describe; he would have called out to Holmes, but Holmes was facing away.
When they arrived, Watson noted that they certainly were not in London. For one, the sun was shining brightly through large windows; there was no fog, and the area in general was much brighter. In fact, the last time Watson had seen the sun this clearly was when he had been fighting in the Afghan wars. There were what appeared to be seats - they were chairs, only not, and Watson discovered they were covered in a soft material when he reached out to touch it.
Holmes seemed to be waiting for someone; Watson resigned himself to do the same, examining the rest of the room. Truly, the future seemed much different from the present.
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He released the door handle and stood up as straight as he could, noting immediately that hurt and went back to slouching.
"E-evening." He managed, not in a fanboy mood as Ran was in danger. "Um... Welcome to Japan...?" Shinichi wasn't entirely sure how to go about this, was never very good at the formal approach.
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Sherlock was not pleased with his body revolting as such, but he just pressed his mouth into a firm line and tried to get past it. "I am Sherlock Holmes, as you are aware, and this," he turned his head to look at Watson for the first time since making this hop, and gestured to him vaguely, "is my dear friend Doctor Watson."
Reaching up to his head he plucked his hat off in one movement that should have been smooth, but he ended up dropping his hat to the floor. Mouth twisting into a dissatisfied sneer at his own clumsy behavior, he bent stiffly to pick it up.
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This boy... he seemed rather familiar. He couldn't be older than most of the children Holmes occasionally employed in his work. Why in the world would they have business for a child? And then why go to such extremes such as "worldhopping"? Surely a case for a child, Holmes could have solved sitting from his armchair?
As Holmes introduced he and himself, Watson had the quash the urge to reach out his hand to the child. Instead, he nodded, which seemed acceptable. A second later and Holmes dropped his hat, leaving Watson slightly worried. Holmes was usually an incredibly dexterous person; for him to do such a clumsy act meant the world-hop had affected him more than it had affected Watson.
Was the 'world-hop' really considered safe? Watson was starting to have doubts, but he forced himself to pay attention to the boy. Out of habit, Watson pulled out his commonplace book and opened it to a blank page, pausing only when he realized he didn't even know the boy's name.
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He looked towards Watson and bowed his head slightly towards the good doctor and moved passed Holmes slowly as to not disturb his injuries and towards Kogoro's desk where'd left his laptop.
He pressed the button to open it up and didn't waste time to open up the hidden files all his notes were kept in, he typed in the password, the ever original APTX4869, and his notes on the Hinamizawa Syndrome popped up immediately.
"This is.. what I have so far, along with a few notes I've taken by the few encounters I've had with Ran."
Shinichi blinked as the screen blurred. "...I need an ice pack, hold on a minute." The shrunken teen headed over to the kitchen area of the Agency and grabbed a chair to climb on so he could fetch an ice pack from the freezer.
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