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Bloody Moriarty

thelotusflowerfiles:

Jon laughed deeply and loud. “I’m good with either. The kid and I” as he spoke he clapped a hand on to Shinichi shoulder. “have this deal that when ever he speaks to me it’ll be in English since he doesn’t get to use it that often here in Japan.” He stooped down and extended out a hand for Twig to sniff. “But none of that pertains to you and I’d have to say that your not from here, are you?”

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“Jon was a documentarist’s photographer for avian research across Europe and the middle east. ” Shinichi explained and rotated his shoulder some. 

“No, certainly not,” Hakuba said to Jon at first, watching their interactions, and then that of Jon and Twig. “I’m from England, actually, ah… oh, avian research?" 

Twig’s tail stopped wagging while she sniffed Jon’s hand, but then let it continue once she was sure that he was safe. She gave him a lick, then sat down with a huff, ears falling back so that she could look up at Hakuba with a little doggy groan. 

The blond then shook his head, realizing that he’d answered in Japanese, and switched to English immediately, flushed. Old habits. ”Right, then. Avians. Any particular bird?“ 

Birds were a very comfortable topic. Safe. Familiar. 

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“Your Detective burned in the fire.”

aceofclubs1412:

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“My… detective…?” There had been a fire at the heist- soot marked the white of his clothes- but everyone had gotten out okay… right?

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He gasped, remembering that he’d seen a certain blond before it broke out… but not after.

Hakuba! Panic started to bubble in the thief. He didn’t consider the Brit to be ‘his detective’, but he did care about him. 

That idiot, he got himself killed- he took a deep breath. Calm, Kuroba. They only said that he burned. That doesn’t mean he’s dead. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the cellphone he used as KID.

Please be okay, please be okay. He quickly dialed Nakamori’s number. He would know about any casualties.

When he heard the inspector’s voice, he lowered his own.

“Good evening, keibu. I heard rumors that someone was hurt in the fire tonight?”

Whether or not Nakamori-keibu had all of the answers, he would at least have some. Cleanup crews and firemen were still combing through the mess, putting out the remaining fire, clearing out the debris. It had been difficult to get under control once it had really gotten underway, but the determination of those rescue workers was indomitable. People had been hurt, though most had been recovered with only minor burns and other injuries. The worst had already been sent on, save for the one or two that they were still looking for that may or may not have even been on location at the time.

One of which was, in fact, young detective Hakuba Saguru. 

Not that the inspector was going to give all of that information to a random caller on the phone– especially not someone that sounded suspiciously like the Kaitou KID who had been one of the instigators of the whole mess. “Not right now! Can’t you see I’m busy?!” He barked at the phone, agitated and tired from the events of the night. It had been bad enough to lose to KID yet again, but to also lose the Superintendent General’s son? Even if their jobs weren’t on the line, he had a certain affection for the arrogant brat, and as much as he wished he could kick him off of the task force, he had to admit that he was useful. 

Even if he wasn’t, he hadn’t wanted him to die. 

Part of the inspector wanted to hang up the phone and throw it to the ground in frustration, while another wanted to trace the call and try to –  there was no time for that. Not now. “We’re still sorting out the debris! Don’t call this line unless you have information!" 

Nakamori hung up, but managed to get the phone in his pocket before he completely lost his temper, and took it out on one of his officers instead. He yelled, they scurried, and everyone kept working, all hoping that they could find the teenager – if he was even there – in salvageable shape. 

Fortunately for them, Hakuba was alive…

…he just wasn’t doing very well. 

Being buried under drywall and cubical partitions had not been a fun experience. Not that Hakuba was really aware of it, unconscious as he was, but it had hurt at the time. Rubble from level above and subsequent furniture had torn apart the ground beneath the detective earlier, during the apex of the fire. Although it had cost him some broken ribs and serious bruises, it had very likely saved his life. The burns were minimal and the concrete had made a sort of tent, affording Hakuba a small amount of trapped air to breathe. He was still bleeding, yes, but the situation was very much ‘salvageable.’ At least, so long as they were able to find him under all of the damage soon. 

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thenightmarebyyourside:

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“Oh? Is that why you have such an odd catchphrase? Because it’s a bit strange for a detective to trap others, and then ask why they committed their crimes…” The assassin chuckled some and brought his arms down to cross over his chest.

“Feel free to try and find reasons and motivations all you like. Telling, however, would be making your job too easy, detective. Not exactly something I’d like to do.”

“I assumed not,” Hakuba said, tilting his head at the man with a sort of pensive hesitation. “But I do always like to ask. After all, a lie or even a refusal to answer is more data for me to collect and analyze, and one cannot draw any sort of useful conclusion without that.”

He shrugged, then, looking content as he turned his head away, smile smug as if he’d already won some sort of game. “I must ask if you truly feel trapped by me, however. You can give me that at the very least, can’t you?" 

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Terminal Affirmation

smokebombsandmirrors:

He looked to the attendant and sighed. Looking down to Hakuba he smiled at him. “Hey, don’t worry its just for a few months, right? It’ll fly by and we’ll keep in constant touch. This isn’t …….” He choked on goodbye. Mostly because he knew that it may as well could be. Hakuba was handsome and going back to a country he loved and that loved him. It was very easily possible that a few weeks in he could get a phone call saying ‘I’m sorry for the fling it was fun but I’ve found someone new. Enjoy your life, Kuroba.’
He felt himself pale and shook his head. 

Stay positive, Kaito.

“Right, that’s right,” Hakuba said, though his thoughts were much along the same lines. Kuroba was quite the catch in his own right, but more than that, being KID presented its own set of unique possibilities. It wouldn’t even be out of the realm of possibility for Kaito to die in the short time that he’d be gone, and if he really settled on Oxford, well..

The detective bit his lower lip again, attempting to avoid letting pain flicker on his face while the thought lingered. No, Kuroba was careful. He was very good at what he did. There was no reason to believe that he would meet such a terrible end while he was gone. 

Unconvinced and anxious, he shuffled to his feet and looked down at him with a forced smile. “I’ll be back before you know it, Kuroba-kun. I can’t let you go long without pestering you, you know that. Detective’s duty and all that.” Hakuba laughed, and reached reluctantly for his bag.

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looking-through-time:

Remember guys, roleplaying is not a competition or a job or a chore. You’re not forced to do it, you don’t win any prizes for being the best or the most active or the most open, and you most certainly don’t get paid for it.

Every portrayal is different and unique and equally important as any other interpretation of a same character. Even if you think another person’s take of the character is better doesn’t mean that others agree- you can still be their favorite for any reason they want, be it muse portrayal or mun attitude or fond memories of interactions they had with you and that they did not have with the other.

It’s one thing if you decide to delete your blog for personal reasons like IRL troubles or hatespam in your askbox (you can always switch off the anon option!), but don’t delete your blog just because you think someone else does a better job than you. You never know how long they’ll still be around, and for all you know they’ll be gone again the day after you deleted your blog.

Roleplaying is not a job.

Roleplaying is not a contest.

Roleplaying is not where you can just ‘replace’ people.

Just stick around as long as you can and as long as it’s still fun for you.

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littledetective:

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[All right, I’m gonna get real on your asses right now.

DO. NOT. GUILT. PEOPLE. FOR. NOT. RPING. WITH. YOU.

It is, under no circumstance, appropriate or allowed. If someone doesn’t want to interact with you, for whatever reason, do not turn around and threaten to delete your blog.

I know it’s hard to make and keep friends sometimes, but don’t PERSIST if they’ve made it clear that they’re not interested. IT HAPPENS, MOVE ON, FIND SOMEONE THAT WILL ENJOY YOUR COMPANY/INTERACTIONS.

The moment you make a post saying ‘oh i’mma delete now byyye’ is the moment you’ve screwed yourself over and lost ANY chance for respect. Same thing goes for if you bad-mouth the person for refusing you.

Damn…]