[One of those doors is right next to a much more ornate pair, and opens up into a comfortable looking room... and there's a white-haired man sitting at a desk with his back to the hall.
He tenses, and turns around slowly. He may not be facepalming, but the keywords are still there...]
*Heiji is just as tense, horror and denial crossing him before he takes a second look over the man. Different demeanor, different clothes. That's not to say it wasn't the same person, but he's too used to pocket dimensions by this point to shoot first.
Though he's certainly not letting go of his gun for that same reason. Pocket dimension means Gin could very well be here.*
[He was... in certain situations. And this was hardly one where 'Gin' would get the better reception. As things stood he had chosen to stay sitting, putting his pen down and keeping his eyes on that gun.]
Hideyoshi Akio. And you are...?
[He stopped himself from saying 'the man pointing the gun at me'. Best not to aggravate the injured man with a gun, after all...]
[In other words, he can see right through the false name. One of the many benefits of having the nose of a fox.
But he isn't calling Hattori out on it.]
As far as I can say, I think the term is 'multidimensional nexus'. It mostly appears as some kind of Mansion, or a hotel of sorts, however. Does that help?
One of my alternate selves helpfully told me that usually I'm in a criminal organisation of some sort. I can understand why trust might be an issue.
[He can also sympathise with the need to be on alert so much. He stands and heads over the small kitchenette area - just a kettle and a sink for drinking water, really - and opens a cupboard.]
[He might be struck by just how many plants were dotted around the place. And how some things seem to be made with canines in mind, although there's no evidence of the guy owning a dog...]
You look like you need it, if you don't mind my saying so.
[He sets the kettle to boil, and sets out two cups, choosing teabags from a box on the side.]
Ah, I suppose... I mean, not long after I arrived, I was witness to a gathering of sorts. Several versions of the ki- Edogawa-kun, that is.
*low mutter* Wouldn't say no t'pain killers either.
*he frowns as he watches Akio make the tea, but not at him. It's more curiosity and confusion at the idea of multiple Conan's in one place. If they'd ever set their minds to something...he shuddered to think of the result.
Mention of the boy almost made him grimace. He still hasn't heard word from the other detective after they'd gotten separated.*
So people really can coexist with their alternate selves in this place. Different from the other manor 've visited.
I'm afraid I can't help you with that. You'll have to take a trip to the infirmary for those.
[The frown he's wearing is almost audible. Just what was he doing to get those wounds?]
Oh, yes. No Blinovitch Limitation in play at all. That is, physical contact is more than possible, since - I assume - we all come from vastly different worlds...
I saw a girl who looked very similar to you not long after I first arrived. Perhaps she is one of your alternates?
[The look in his eyes as he heads back over says that he's definitely laughing inside at that. They smell the same, therefore she is indeed. He hands over one of the cups, keeping one for himself.]
Hm. It's there if you want it, and there's a whole kitchen and dining room on the same level as the lobby, if that helps.
*well, he could have been fighting intergalactic space lizards.....*
A...girl?
*the look on his face says it all*
I've been a girl once, but... t'think in another universe I've always been a girl is a bit weird. What's she like?
*he takes the tea, and after a moment of hesitation, hazards a sip. It's a tiny, almost suspicious sip, but he watched you make it and it didn't look like you put anything in it, so even a sip is quite a lot of trust.
Heh, course she would. Mum wouldn't've let 'er out of the house otherwise.
*he gets his own nostalgia most days. Every time he thinks about his family and friends. He'd left them all behind, they probably thought he was dead by now.
The idea of nostalgia looks weird on Akio's face though, considering who he looks like. Not to mention the thought of Gin having a mother... That more than anything lets him relax just a little bit. Most of the Organization aren't that good of actors, and Gin especially hadn't even tried.
He still might not be safe, but he's not going to be so suspicious. It just tires him out more. His next sip of tea is deeper.*
He tenses, and turns around slowly. He may not be facepalming, but the keywords are still there...]
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Though he's certainly not letting go of his gun for that same reason. Pocket dimension means Gin could very well be here.*
...who are ya? *suspicion*
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Hideyoshi Akio. And you are...?
[He stopped himself from saying 'the man pointing the gun at me'. Best not to aggravate the injured man with a gun, after all...]
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Maeda Sanzo. *one of many aliases*
Question, Hideyoshi-han. Where am I?
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[In other words, he can see right through the false name. One of the many benefits of having the nose of a fox.
But he isn't calling Hattori out on it.]
As far as I can say, I think the term is 'multidimensional nexus'. It mostly appears as some kind of Mansion, or a hotel of sorts, however. Does that help?
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*he slowly puts the gun into its holster, clicking the safety on. He's getting tired from being alert for so long, and it's starting to show*
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One of my alternate selves helpfully told me that usually I'm in a criminal organisation of some sort. I can understand why trust might be an issue.
[He can also sympathise with the need to be on alert so much. He stands and heads over the small kitchenette area - just a kettle and a sink for drinking water, really - and opens a cupboard.]
Tea?
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Sure, thanks.
Guess it's not so surprising that He'd have alternate selves as well.
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You look like you need it, if you don't mind my saying so.
[He sets the kettle to boil, and sets out two cups, choosing teabags from a box on the side.]
Ah, I suppose... I mean, not long after I arrived, I was witness to a gathering of sorts. Several versions of the ki- Edogawa-kun, that is.
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*he frowns as he watches Akio make the tea, but not at him. It's more curiosity and confusion at the idea of multiple Conan's in one place. If they'd ever set their minds to something...he shuddered to think of the result.
Mention of the boy almost made him grimace. He still hasn't heard word from the other detective after they'd gotten separated.*
So people really can coexist with their alternate selves in this place. Different from the other manor 've visited.
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[The frown he's wearing is almost audible. Just what was he doing to get those wounds?]
Oh, yes. No Blinovitch Limitation in play at all. That is, physical contact is more than possible, since - I assume - we all come from vastly different worlds...
[He turns back to 'Sanzo'.]
Milk? Sugar?
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Well, good t'know I won't destroy th' universe if I meet m'self. *there's amusement in his voice. See? He's not completely broken.*
Nah, plain's fine. Been a while since 've had sugar. Or tea, for that matter.
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I saw a girl who looked very similar to you not long after I first arrived. Perhaps she is one of your alternates?
[The look in his eyes as he heads back over says that he's definitely laughing inside at that. They smell the same, therefore she is indeed. He hands over one of the cups, keeping one for himself.]
Hm. It's there if you want it, and there's a whole kitchen and dining room on the same level as the lobby, if that helps.
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A...girl?
*the look on his face says it all*
I've been a girl once, but... t'think in another universe I've always been a girl is a bit weird. What's she like?
*he takes the tea, and after a moment of hesitation, hazards a sip. It's a tiny, almost suspicious sip, but he watched you make it and it didn't look like you put anything in it, so even a sip is quite a lot of trust.
Besides, it's hot.*
This kinda reminds me of th' tea mum used t'make.
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[He ducks his head slightly at the praise - at least, that's how he sees it.]
You think so? I learned by watching my own mother...
[For a split second, there's a nostalgic look painted clearly across his face - that disappears almost as soon as it arrived.]
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*he gets his own nostalgia most days. Every time he thinks about his family and friends. He'd left them all behind, they probably thought he was dead by now.
The idea of nostalgia looks weird on Akio's face though, considering who he looks like. Not to mention the thought of Gin having a mother... That more than anything lets him relax just a little bit. Most of the Organization aren't that good of actors, and Gin especially hadn't even tried.
He still might not be safe, but he's not going to be so suspicious. It just tires him out more. His next sip of tea is deeper.*
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