Conan Edogawa (Shinichi Kudo) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
modernholmes) wrote2011-06-04 08:02 am
modernholmes) wrote2011-06-04 08:02 am
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Seventh Deduction [Voice]
[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.]
[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.]
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[Yes, this from the kid who was fearlessly crawling around a rather bloody crime scene the last time they talked.]
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What did you see? [He still doesn't really believe him, but might as well continue with the conversation]
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