Seventh Deduction [Voice]

[modernholmes]

[This place....  He recognized it.  But how?  How could he have been brought here again?  And how could he have forgotten it all these months?  He takes up the communicator and looks it over skeptically, wondering if the people he had known here before were still here, and switches it over to audio.  But before he can say anything the teen detective is overcome by another attack.  He clutches at his chest and breathes harshly, staggering over to lean up against a wall.]

[S-so hot.  I feel like my bones are melting.  Will I really change back now?  Will I become Conan again?  Now?  Without a chance to tell her?]

[Shinichi desperately attempts to formulate a plan through the pain.  He couldn't allow himself to change back here.  Not where anyone could find him.  He would be completely vulnerable after the change.  This costume had served him well when he had needed it to hide, but none of his gadgets were with him.  He could only think of one desperate course of action.    Still clutching at his chest as the waves of pulsing pain swept through his body, he slowly raises the communicator to his face and whispers to it in a voice hoarse and strained by pain.]

Hattori?

[But he can say nothing more as the pain suddenly intensifies and he screams.]

[ooc: Conan has been brought back as Shinichi seconds before turning back into Conan.  At about the same time as this clip starts.]

Comments

[video] jumping on this so fast!

[inweskersdesk.livejournal.com]

[She's jolted awake from the fitful nap she was having since passing at her desk from sheer exhaustion. That scream! It was definitely his frequency, she'd been monitoring it for days after he left. But that wasn't his voice! Adrenalin kicked in before she had time to try and figure it out.]

CONAN!!

[Voice] Sorry, he's going to make her worry even more.

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[That was... Rebecca? Shinichi was having a hard time focusing through the pain. Any second now, he knew he would return to being Conan. But for now he could not respond. He didn't have his bowtie, and without it he could not mimic Conan's voice. And he didn't have the concentration he needed to type. And so the only thing sudible is harsh breathing and gasps of pain.]

[video] That just makes it fun!

[inweskersdesk.livejournal.com]

ohgodohgodohgod Where are you??

[That's Conan for sure. It has to be. And he's in pain! Where is he?? Where had he been?? She wishes there was some sort of tracking system so she could find him. She scrambles out of her chair, nearly knocking it over in the process, and rushes out the door. He isn't responding. Might as well search the old fashioned way then!]

[voice]

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[Not good. He couldn't be found like this. Not until he was Conan again and he could figure out what was going on.

But... he couldn't move. All he could do was wait the change out. With a final gasp of pain he sinks into the pain of the change and is aware of nothing more.]

[Video] I'm gonna pretend this isn't late, hope that's ok

[luke-triton.livejournal.com]

[Was that Conan? It didn't sound like him all that much, but this was definitely Conan's frequency. He didn't have much time to ponder the fact before there was screaming on the other side of the feed. And it wasn't an angry yelling--it was the kind of screaming when something was hurting you. His response was a little bit more panicked than would be beneficial to the situation.]

C-Conan?! Where are you? Are you hurt?! I can come find you and I'll bring help! I just have to know where you are..!

[Voice]

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[Luke? That was Luke? He was still in this place after all of these months? Shinichi bites back another scream as he feels another wave of pain hit.]

[Video]

[luke-triton.livejournal.com]

[Panic face.]

A-ah. Let me find help! And we'll come find you!

[Luke might have a tendency to be rash, but he could only assume Conan was being attacked or was otherwise hurt, and alone there wasn't much Luke could do himself. So before setting out, he was going to find help.]

[kongeriget]

Woah! ( Reacting only to the scream. )

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[Shinichi isn't answering. Has no way of answering without his voice changer. There is only the sound of hoarse breathing and gasps of pain.]

[kongeriget]

H- hey! Hey, are ya okay?

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[He has a dangerously high fever, feels like his bones are melting and is about to lose more than half his body mass. What do you think?]

[Voice]

[westdetective.livejournal.com]

K-Kudo! Where are you!?

Re: [Voice]

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[Shinichi relaxes slightly at the sound of the familiar voice. Hattori was still here. He doesn't try to figure out how Hattori could be here when they had just been walking together in East Okuho. For now the important thing was to get the information across.]

Lander.

[He clutches at his chest again as a another wave of pain hits. Not yet. He needed to hold the change off just a few seconds longer.]

Near Marshall.

[Voice/Action]

[westdetective.livejournal.com]

I'll be there in a few minutes!



Don't move!

Kudo! It's me!

Re: [Voice/Action]

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[And because those few minutes were far too long for him to hold off the change, he'll come out of the alley as Conan. Just dressed in a very familiar looking blue feathered costume. He's rolled the sleeves and pant legs up as far as they would go, and they still hang past his hands and drag along the ground.]

[VIDEO]

[thepurpleway]

[JUMPS TEN FEET INTO THE AIR WHAT IS THAT SCREAM?!]

...is...that from the communicator?!

[Voice]

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[All that can be heard from the communicator now is harsh breathing and occasional gasps of pain.]

[Voice]

[thepurpleway]

H-Hey! Are you alright?! Do you need help?

Re: [Voice]

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[Finally he sits up, and knows that he has become Conan again. He starts rolling up the sleeves that now hang several feet past his hands and wipes the sweat off his forehead. And then eyes the communicator with dread. This was going to be difficult.

He carefully switches the communicator to voice. It would be best to avoid any awkward questions about why he was wearing the costume of a Shiragami that had obviously been intended to be worn by an adult.]

There's no need for that! I'm perfectly fine!

[antimystery.livejournal.com]

... .... So, you return. My, my. What a dramatic way to do so.

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[Can't you wait until he isn't in extreme pain to troll him? Shinichi can't focus on responding right now. And even if he did, without his bowtie he had no way of responding in the right voice.]

[musicboxsoldier.livejournal.com]

What's going on? Where's your present location?

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[For several long minutes there is no response.</i]

[musicboxsoldier.livejournal.com]

Can you manage to say anything? [He hopes that he isn't unconscious by now...]

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[Several minutes later he sits up, and knows that he has become Conan again. He starts rolling up the sleeves that now hang several feet past his hands and wipes the sweat off his forehead. And then eyes the communicator with dread. This was going to be difficult.

He carefully switches the communicator to voice. It would be best to avoid any awkward questions about why he was wearing the costume of a Shiragami that had obviously been intended to be worn by an adult.]

Don't worry! I'm okay. I just couldn't talk earlier.