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[deerstalked]

*If loitering with intent in the Nexus was a crime...ah, but it's practically normal...The thin, sharp-eyed man, having observed the place and listened almost all day to the questions with great care, asks one of his own

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[vicioussweetie]

"No, there are enough people who want to write that one for me."

[deerstalked]

*The woman with the flowers from yesterday. And even more intriguing with this answer.*

Have you considered that writing it yourself might concievably do good work in lessening that threat?

[vicioussweetie]

"They'd only turn their attention to people less able to defend themselves if they believed me gone."

[deerstalked]

*He gives her a serious look. He may not be utterly altruistic in his motives, for she is presenting him with a puzzle. Who would want to kill her, and why? She is obviously important...*

Do you require my services? You sound as if you well know the miscreants who seek to do you harm. Perhaps the police...

*And yes, because he's an intelligent man, the thought: if they HAVE police here crosses his mind. He dismisses it. Every civilised place has law enforcement.*

[deerstalked]

And was this, in your opinion, a successful exercise any of those many times?

*There is a slight edge to the detective's voice: something is very wrong with this caped man, he can tell - but he does not know what.*

[deerstalked]

*Holmes' gaze drops to the cape, and recognising the source of his unease does not make it any better, unfortunately. Some of the things he has seen in this place...some of the people...enough to make the reason of a lesser man waver, surely*

In any profession, sound planning and prediction of events are key.

*His mind starts to take refuge in trying to puzzle out the sranger's profession, but the garb is outlandish and distracting*

[leavemea_lone]

"I did that once when I was a kid. To get attention. Didn't work."

[deerstalked]

When you were a mere child? *slight incredulity* Might I enquire how you accomplished this?

[leavemea_lone]

It's not like it was hard. Leave the door open, signs of struggle, disappear.

[lastwizard1412]

"There have been some stories and rumors about the Kaitou KID being dead during his eight-year disappearance"

[deerstalked]

And you seek to perpetuate these rumours?

[lastwizard1412]

Kaito smirks. "That is for me to know, meitantei-san"

[deerstalked]

*Holmes closes his eyes briefly...the japanese word for detective escapes him. The Nexus as a whole is giving him trouble*

And for me to find out, perhaps.

[redheadspy]

Been there. Done that. Did it to get Yelena off my back so I can do my job.

[deerstalked]

And your efforts were successful?

*his sharp eyes look her up and down, in a rather clinical assessing manner*

[redheadspy]

Yes as a matter of fact. The look on Yelena's face the next time we saw each other was priceless.