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[white_warlock]

Ah... let's see, what am I missing. Roots of an aloe plant, a feather from a crow

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[just_dont_look]

[Just walking along, mind her own business. Then she passes by the hall Hakuba is in and freezes at the end as there was decidedly a rather strong and abrupt pull on all her senses.]

Wha...?

[She looked over at Hakuba and STARED.] ....Hakuba-san?

[white_warlock]

[The voice isn't familiar, but Hakuba turns to face it anyway, bowl and book gathered in his hands up against his chest.

He blinks. That face looks familiar... only because he's seen it all over the newspapers back home. What is she doing here?

Nevertheless, his demeanor is polite as he greets her]

Detective Toyama-san, correct?

[just_dont_look]

[There was something about Hakuba that was...drawing. She found herself walking over to him before she could even think of what.]

Detective...? Um, no. That's Heiji. [Detective? Why would she be a detective? She hadn't even been sure if Hakuba caught her name, so why would he think she was a detective?]

[white_warlock]

Heiji?

[Now that's a name he hasn't heard of before. Poor Heiji doesn't have fame all the way in Tokyo in his world.

And what more... she had said his name]

Have we met in person before, Toyama-san?

[notabraineater]

[blink]

[....well, he expected this, didn't he? after all, in a place like this, it would see fit that he'd run into another of himselves at some point]

[and it was good to see watson again]

Hello.

[small wave]

[white_warlock]

[Hakuba stares.

Watson lets out a slightly panicked shriek as she continues to circle his head]

Oh... well, did I-- [he turns to his book and flips it open again, though it's difficult to leaf through it while he's carrying the bowl]

-- this isn't a cloning spell gone wrong, I hope.

[notabraineater]

Not a cloning spell, no. Don't worry, it's through no fault of your own that I'm like this.

[coming closer, looking interested]

Are you a practicioner of magic, then?

[white_warlock]

[he glances up, eying the other him warily. Well, at least he doesn't smell...]

A sorcerer, yes, and-- are you sure Watson didn't knock over the cloning spell ingredients again? [because this guy reeks of magical energy] You see, it's happened once before, and cleaning up was far too much of a hassle.

I'm assuming she won't be affected?

[police_daughter]

...Hakuba-kun?

[what are those things he's carrying?]

probably not :P

[white_warlock]

[now there was a familiar voice. Hakuba blinks, before his lips quirk into a knowing grin.

As always, she was just the person he wanted to see]

Aoko-kun. Fancy meeting you here.

[police_daughter]

What are you carrying? Did you just get here?

[white_warlock]

Carrying? [he glances down at his book and bowl] Ah. Just some ingredients and light reading, that's all.

[the Aoko he knew was aware he was a warlock, but there was no need to spell it out to her]

Yes, I just arrived. Have you been here long?