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.]

[inweskersdesk.livejournal.com]

[Silence. That was even worse than the screams. She stops running. Her hands shake on the device and her throat goes dry.]

Conan...Conan... Please. Answer me. Give me some sign of where you are. Shout. Throw something. Smoke signals. Anything!

Please...don't leave me...

[modernholmes.livejournal.com]

[From the communicator there is no response. Shinichi is only aware of the pain of his body shrinking once again. This never got easier to bear.]

[inweskersdesk.livejournal.com]

[She sets her jaw and grips the communicator tighter. She'll keep searching for him until she hears from him or finds him, even if it takes all day. At the very least, she knows he's in range somewhere now.]