(Untitled)

[sixpartsgin]

This new arrival could be Kaito or Shinichi, the hair halfway between Kaito's messiness and Shinichi's combed down flatness. He's quite obviously carrying a gun strapped to his hip, a small-calibre weapon in a well-cared for holster. There are other weapons secreted on his person, not quite as obvious. Some are as simple as a knife kept up one

Comments

[just_add_aptx]

Black. Black and armed. Black and armed and walking that thin line between Shinichi and Kaito in appearance.

Conan stands in a doorway, watching silently.

[sixpartsgin]

He notices him, almost immediately; not as quickly if he was making noise, but with alarming quickness nevertheless.

He knows that face, hidden behind glasses as it is; he's seen it in a mirror and opposite him, beside him when he was younger. Could there be more of them out there? More bright, precocious children with the same genetic bent as them?

He takes this in quickly, barely two seconds pause before he speaks.

"Where am I?"

[just_add_aptx]

"Who are you?" Black clothing is a danger signal, and Conan's voice is innocent and questioning and childish.

[sixpartsgin]

"Tsukuda Taro." A pre-prepared false name, complete with background, lifestyle, habits... no need to make anything up on the fly here.

He quirked an eyebrow, the first show of any emotion besides wariness, an act as it was.

"What's yours?"

[just_add_aptx]

"Are you sure you're not Shinichi-niichan using a code-name? Or maybe Kaito-niichan?" Walking a half-step closer, innocent question. "You kind of look like both of them, but your hair's too messy to be Shinichi-niichan's, and not messy enough to be Kaito-niichan's."

[sixpartsgin]

Perfectly blank on the outside, the name nevertheless sent a thrill of fear, of shock down his spine. He hadn't-- those names-- not in so long.... His own name, said so casually...

"I haven't heard of them before. Sorry, but I think you've got the wrong niichan."

He crouched down on Conan's eye level, his body language open, though the way he was poised was perfect for a quick start, to move back up again if he needed.

"So, do I get a name yet?" He smiled briefly, just a quick, amused quirk of one corner of his mouth. "This is my third time asking."

[just_add_aptx]

He stepped back, blatantly studying the stranger's face in annoyance.

"It's your second time asking. And you never said 'please'."

[sixpartsgin]

"Sorry, second," he aquiseced, noting observations away about the boy. "You're an odd one, aren't you? But if you insist... what's your name, please?" He titled his head to one side, waiting.

[just_add_aptx]

A smile, the sort he's had a lifetime to practice. "I'm Edogawa Conan. It's nice to meet you!"

[sixpartsgin]

"Well then, Edogawa Conan-kun, it's very nice too meet you, too." He put his hand out to be shook, expression friendly.

[just_add_aptx]

Conan takes him up on the offer. "You shake hands. Have you spent a lot of time out of Japan?"

[sixpartsgin]

"Yes, I have; I was raised mostly in Europe. Voir ce que je veux dire?" See what I mean? "My job takes me travelling over the world, too. I'm rarely back in Japan."

[just_add_aptx]

"What kind of job?" Black clothing, false name, raised in Europe. This one was interesting.

[sixpartsgin]

"FBI." This time he did smile, a conspiratorial grin. "Which is why I'm going to ask you again, do you know where we are?" He'd dropped back intos eriousness with that question. "I was supposed to be in Berlin five minutes ago."

[just_add_aptx]

"Are you sure it's FBI work and not hanging around with people who use alcoholic code-names and like testing poisons on innocent bystanders?"

[sixpartsgin]

"Alcoholic... codena-- Who are you?" He was suddenly all seriousness, life sparking across his blue eyes with more emotion in them than he'd shown before.

"What do you know about Them? You're just a child!"

Internally, he was panicking. How the hell had a child found out about these things?