Yet another Conan has come to the Dressing Room. One who was actually a bit taller than the usual Conan. He looks more like he's eleven. Maybe even twelve
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I know who that Conan is~ Should I bring in broken!Ran now or later?karates_doorsJanuary 29 2010, 02:55:04 UTC
Luckily for him, there were plenty of people who did know this place by now. Ran might be directionally challenged (and she was firmly of the opinion that it wasn't her fault, especially with the way the mansion worked), but she knew where all the important rooms were. Most importantly, the infirmary.
And even if she hadn't, there was no way she could have walked away after hearing the pained, strained tone in Conan's voice. It just wouldn't have been her.
She was carrying a couple of books, having been on her way back from the library, but Ran dropped them without a second thought and took off running for where she'd heard the call coming from.
"Conan-kun!" He wasn't far, thank goodness. Ran rounded a corner into the next hallway, sneakers digging into the carpet, and caught sight of the boy leaning heavily against the wall further down the corridor. The blood dripping down his arm attracted her attention almost immediately, keeping her from noticing any age discrepancies. "Conan-kun!This was the second injured Conan she'd run
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Later, I think. He's gonna freak as is.never_returnedJanuary 29 2010, 02:59:37 UTC
Conan looked up at the voice and froze, his eyes widening dramatically. In fact, he didn't move even an inch until she touched him.
And then he jerked back like he had been burn. "No...no, I don't need this. Not again..."
He believed it a delusion. A hallucination of blood loss. And something he couldn't face. He didn't look away from Ran, but his expression did change from the shock and surprise. Now...he looked terrified.
Ran stopped dead with her hand still outstretched, shocked and surprised by Conan's reaction. "Wh-what...?"
He looked so scared. Of her. Ran had met her share of alternate Conans in this world, but she hadn't ever met one so terrified just to see her.
What had she done in his world to warrant that kind of reaction?
"Conan-kun," she said again, more softly, attempting to reach out for his wound again. Slowly, he's already scared... "I'm not going to hurt you. Please, just let me see. You're bleeding really bad..."
"That's kind of obvious!" Conan said, hysterics entering his tone. "Clearly I'm hallucinating from blood loss! If I let you treat it, I'll bleed to death. This can only be in my head." Logic. He was trying to apply logic with what didn't fit with how he saw things.
"You aren't hallucinating," Ran said sharply, perhaps a bit moreso than she'd intended. She didn't like seeing Conan like this. It was frightening.
This time she grabbed his arm more firmly, though she was careful to keep her movements slow and deliberate. She could feel the blood trickling warm and slick under her fingers, and tightened her grip enough to bruise, hoping to stem the flow. Before anything else, she had to stop the bleeding.
"This isn't your home, Conan-kun," Ran said as calmly as she could, keeping eye contact with the boy and doing her best to sound reassuring. "I know it seems really strange, but you have to trust me, okay?"
Conan jerked back, trying to get away. "I know it's not! There shouldn't be a building...and you...you should KNOW, but you still..." It was clear that he was starting to panic. He was terrified and confused, looking around wildly like he was trying to escape.
She didn't have a choice. He was so desperate that Ran was half-tempted to let him go, but there wasn't anyone else around to help him treat his wounds. She hung on tight as Conan tried to yank away, and then used the resulting momentum to pull him close and into her arms in one smooth movement.
That was when she first really noticed that Conan was bigger than he should be -- and heavier, nearly causing her to fall over when she tried to stand with him, expecting a much lighter child. She half-staggered, regained her footing, and quickly pushed the thought to the back of her mind. That could come later.
"You're right, there shouldn't be a building," she said firmly, already turning towards the infirmary. She never thought that explaining what the mansion was might actually reassure someone, but Conan was so frightened about being here that she didn't know what else to do. "And I'm not... I'm not the Ran-neechan you know. This isn't your world, Conan-kun."
Surprisingly, those words caused Conan to freeze. "Not my...world?" He said softly.
And then he went limp in her arms. "No...no...that DAMN tree! That GODDAMN TREE!" He growled angrily, but there was a...resignation in his voice as well.
Now Ran was thoroughly confused, and possibly even more worried than before. "What tree?" she asked, struggling to carry him and keep her grip on his arm at the same time. She was managing so far -- if barely -- and if she remembered correctly, the infirmary wasn't too far away. Luckily Conan wasn't showing any signs of going into shock.
And there was something about the way Conan had said that... just how old was he?
"It didn't do enough...made me miss...now it made..I can actually BELIEVE this and it would be involved...sadistic bastard of a god..." Conan muttered darkly. He would put pressure on his wound instead, but that meant touching Ran's hand.
"Conan-kun, it's all right. There isn't anything like that here." She hoped. She really really hoped. But considering the strangeness of this place... having a god involved didn't seem too impossible.
Worry about that later! Ran told herself, firmly, just as she managed to hurry into the corridor leading to the main floor's lobby. The infirmary should be one of those doors... she started opening and closing each one as she went, looking for a telltale flash of white walls and sterile counters.
"Keh, of course he is. Or else I wouldn't be here..." Conan muttered, a hand moving over the wound on his arm when she moved her hand away to open doors.
Grateful that she seemed to be getting more sense out of him, Ran opened the next door only to find the room she was looking for. Thank goodness...
She stepped inside and made a beeline for the cabinet that held the gauze and bandages, still carrying Conan. "I don't think he can be here unless he's in all of our worlds," she said carefully, glancing at the boy in her arms.
Whoever 'he' is.
"Everyone here is a version of somebody we know. There's a lot of us." She paused again. "I think you're the fifth Conan-kun I've met here."
Conan let out a bitter laugh. "Just great. It's the one that decided to go for more than the occasional alternate. Either it's the same one or another god that's more sadistic..."
His tone was dark. Angry, almost. And he didn't dare look at anywhere besides the ground.
Ran noted that tone and didn't like it in the least. Not any more than she liked that bitter laugh.
"Conan-kun, what are you talking about?" she asked cautiously, balancing him on her hip as she got out everything she'd need to bandage his arm. Her hand hesitated over a sterile stitching kit, and then took that as well.
Rather than sit him down on the bench so she could dress his wounds, Ran sat down herself and kept Conan in her lap, quickly ripping open a package of gauze and pressing it firmly to the still-bleeding gash. She didn't want to have to stitch him up -- she was no doctor after all, and while she could sew clothes, it was hardly the same thing -- but if the blood didn't stop soon she was going to have to.
"You're going to have to stitch it. It's too deep otherwise. Even just a hair in and I might have had the bullet lodged in my arm," Conan said, the tone sounding quite bitter.
Another laugh. "What am I talking about? The world where it all went wrong. Where it didn't matter if you knew 'Conan-kun,'" he pratically spat the name, "was never needed to be used."
And even if she hadn't, there was no way she could have walked away after hearing the pained, strained tone in Conan's voice. It just wouldn't have been her.
She was carrying a couple of books, having been on her way back from the library, but Ran dropped them without a second thought and took off running for where she'd heard the call coming from.
"Conan-kun!" He wasn't far, thank goodness. Ran rounded a corner into the next hallway, sneakers digging into the carpet, and caught sight of the boy leaning heavily against the wall further down the corridor. The blood dripping down his arm attracted her attention almost immediately, keeping her from noticing any age discrepancies. "Conan-kun!This was the second injured Conan she'd run ( ... )
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And then he jerked back like he had been burn. "No...no, I don't need this. Not again..."
He believed it a delusion. A hallucination of blood loss. And something he couldn't face. He didn't look away from Ran, but his expression did change from the shock and surprise. Now...he looked terrified.
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He looked so scared. Of her. Ran had met her share of alternate Conans in this world, but she hadn't ever met one so terrified just to see her.
What had she done in his world to warrant that kind of reaction?
"Conan-kun," she said again, more softly, attempting to reach out for his wound again. Slowly, he's already scared... "I'm not going to hurt you. Please, just let me see. You're bleeding really bad..."
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Ran was gone.
That wasn't going to change.
And he didn't dare to try to believe otherwise.
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This time she grabbed his arm more firmly, though she was careful to keep her movements slow and deliberate. She could feel the blood trickling warm and slick under her fingers, and tightened her grip enough to bruise, hoping to stem the flow. Before anything else, she had to stop the bleeding.
"This isn't your home, Conan-kun," Ran said as calmly as she could, keeping eye contact with the boy and doing her best to sound reassuring. "I know it seems really strange, but you have to trust me, okay?"
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That was when she first really noticed that Conan was bigger than he should be -- and heavier, nearly causing her to fall over when she tried to stand with him, expecting a much lighter child. She half-staggered, regained her footing, and quickly pushed the thought to the back of her mind. That could come later.
"You're right, there shouldn't be a building," she said firmly, already turning towards the infirmary. She never thought that explaining what the mansion was might actually reassure someone, but Conan was so frightened about being here that she didn't know what else to do. "And I'm not... I'm not the Ran-neechan you know. This isn't your world, Conan-kun."
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And then he went limp in her arms. "No...no...that DAMN tree! That GODDAMN TREE!" He growled angrily, but there was a...resignation in his voice as well.
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And there was something about the way Conan had said that... just how old was he?
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And he couldn't get himself to do it.
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Just what was going on here?
"Conan-kun, it's all right. There isn't anything like that here." She hoped. She really really hoped. But considering the strangeness of this place... having a god involved didn't seem too impossible.
Worry about that later! Ran told herself, firmly, just as she managed to hurry into the corridor leading to the main floor's lobby. The infirmary should be one of those doors... she started opening and closing each one as she went, looking for a telltale flash of white walls and sterile counters.
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She stepped inside and made a beeline for the cabinet that held the gauze and bandages, still carrying Conan. "I don't think he can be here unless he's in all of our worlds," she said carefully, glancing at the boy in her arms.
Whoever 'he' is.
"Everyone here is a version of somebody we know. There's a lot of us." She paused again. "I think you're the fifth Conan-kun I've met here."
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His tone was dark. Angry, almost. And he didn't dare look at anywhere besides the ground.
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"Conan-kun, what are you talking about?" she asked cautiously, balancing him on her hip as she got out everything she'd need to bandage his arm. Her hand hesitated over a sterile stitching kit, and then took that as well.
Rather than sit him down on the bench so she could dress his wounds, Ran sat down herself and kept Conan in her lap, quickly ripping open a package of gauze and pressing it firmly to the still-bleeding gash. She didn't want to have to stitch him up -- she was no doctor after all, and while she could sew clothes, it was hardly the same thing -- but if the blood didn't stop soon she was going to have to.
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Another laugh. "What am I talking about? The world where it all went wrong. Where it didn't matter if you knew 'Conan-kun,'" he pratically spat the name, "was never needed to be used."
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