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Rain, Rain, Go Away

rutilusincendia:

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With the door opened, she hesitated only for one second before making a half-jog over as to not slip and fall and look like an idiot. She really could just make her way home while evaporating the water around her, but that wasn’t exactly what she should be doing when she had to keep on the down low in front of the humans. As the human did say, catching her death out in the middle of a shower in the human world wasn’t something she wanted to happen. It would top the stupid ways of dying for a non-human.

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“I truly do appreciate this, kind stranger,” closing the door right behind her the second all her limbs were in, she easily settled into the act of the grateful little girl. She wasn’t sure how this would progress into the future, a human did have the tendency to meddle into her business right when she didn’t need them to. The fact that they didn’t have such long lifespans was probably the only good thing to counter that meddling trait of theirs. “You have my gratitude, all of it, truly.”

“Not to worry one bit, miss. It’s really no trouble at all.” Hakuba offered a nod and a smile to her, making sure with a glance at the car’s digital dashboard that the doors were all closed before he pulled out of park.

“Seatbelt, please. Oh, and ah, I should introduce myself! my name is Hakuba Saguru. May I have yours?”  The detective kept his eyes on the rains swept road up ahead, easing his way back into traffic. “Oh, and I suppose I need to get directions to your home or wherever it is you were travelling, too." 

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Inconclusive With a Side of Paranormal || camiechan

camiechan:

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“Wellllllllll…” She started. “There was a supposed unsolved murder, pretty recent i believe. In a pretty aristocratic looking mansion type house not to far from where i live. The police had hurried to wrap up the case quite quickly because of some…strange…goings on, during the investigation.” She paused for a moment, as if thinking back.

“Strange things such as people hearing voices that didn’t belong to the staff, and people complaining of a sudden dizziness and headache that didn’t seem to be of natural causes considering the house itself is fairly clean and well-kept. Aside from a bit of dust here and there due to the house being vacant during the investigation period.”

As she talked her eyes sparkled, clearly excited by the thought of supernatural events. The ahoge on her head bouncing up and down while she nodded to herself.

“But being the renown detective you are that should be a piece of cake for you right? Why not come with, I’ve been…dying…to take a look at it myself after all.”

The foreign detective considered the presented information, lifting a hand to his chin. “I don’t believe that I have enough information to deem the case a ‘piece of cake,’ as you put it, quite yet… but it certainly sounds intriguing. I wonder…”

Hakuba glanced up at the ceiling in thought, lips pursing for a moment. “I wonder if it has something to do with the building itself; the type of materials that it was built out of, something in the walls… Lead paint? Improper insulation? A leak in the pipes, perhaps… or perhaps the home is close to power lines, causing electromagnetic disturbances…" 

He took a deep breath, then let it go with a slow sigh, offering a smile afterward. "Well, you’ve gotten me curious enough that I should like to go with you, I think, if it’s really not too much trouble. I imagine that the verdict thus far is ‘inconclusive’ with a side of ‘paranormal activity,’ correct?”

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askkudoushinichi:

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As much as he wanted to glare at the other detective, he could not bring himself to actually be angry. He had already caught him in a lie but his skepticism would only go so far. Especially when the blond was nearly wagging his tail. Shinichi’s brain just wasn’t built for the kind of paranoia he should have been experiencing. Haibara was right to say that it would probably get him killed one day.

Hopefully that day would not be today.

“I suppose it is,” he offered almost quietly, trailing after him with stiff shoulders. “Usually the only people who get nervous around me are criminals.” It was only a small hint of his suspicion but he assumed that Hakuba would take it. Though, now he was the nervous one.

“Yes, I have been to London. Why do you ask?” What an odd question under the circumstances… Or maybe it was just odd to him because he was suddenly so jumpy.

“I’m struggling to find an easy topic for discussion, that’s all.” Hakuba laughed, wincing at his own awkwardness. Then, again, he shook his head and offered a helpless shrug. “God, it’s not like me to get so starstruck. My apologies.”

Hakuba cleared his throat with a little cough into his fist, walking further into the cafe with a glance over his shoulder at the other detective. 

“On the subject of London. Did you have the chance to see the sights, or were you stuck working business? I do hope that you got the chance to visit museum Baker Street, if nothing else.”

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kansaigirlkazuha:

Kazuha was out like a light. She wasn’t moving or thinking about anything. She was just lost in a temporary state of unconsciousness. She was numbed and unable to feel the suit jacket that now covered her. If the girl had woken or had been able to see herself at this particular moment she’d never let herself live it down. Being so vulnerable in front of someone other than Heiji was unusual, no, unnatural.

Kazuha stirred, her body still but her eyes moved rapidly behind her lids.She was beginning to have thoughts. None of which really concerned her current physical situation but indeed acknowledged who the culprit could be. She wasn’t always the most friendly person and she wasn’t going to deny that but she hadn’t understood whom she could have pushed so far off the edge.

Kazuha had been in countless arguments and petty fights with girls at Kaihou Academy. In which, she had taken very seriously considering who it involved but she’d never imagined they’d taken it just as seriously. She shouldn’t have put it past them though…

As the girl opened her heavily lidded eyes and immediately stumbled on the detective she let out a soft sigh. He’s still here… It wasn’t as though she’d hated his company she just didn’t understand the meaning of him sticking around. That is of course until she’d realized exactly what kind of predicament she was in. R-Right…Fresh case-bait. 

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She sat up slowly feeling worn down and exhausted as she’d let Hakuba’s suit jacket fall to her lap. Her mind quickly running over the names of the girls she’d gotten physical with and totally throwing the possibilities of a male being the culprit aside. After all, Kazuha believed most women to be the devil.

The detective, who had been inspecting the trap previously set, paused when he heard the sound of moving fabric. Hakuba turned back to look at Kazuha, then offered a small smile, stepping over to return to her side. 

“Ah, you’re awake again, then? Take it easy; you’ve had quite the scare, but help is on the way. Can I get you some water or anything else, Toyama-san?”

He crouched next to her and reached out a hand to touch her shoulder, to steady her. 

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themoonlightthief:

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“Thanks!”

Taking the pizza boxes and the small bag containing their respective beverages, Kaito gave the delivery man a light, grateful grin, before moving to simply shove the door closed with his foot. He turned – though paused for a second in momentary surprise as he spotted the waiting detective – and then headed back down the hall and into the kitchen, motioning for Hakuba to follow.

“I already checked; your rootbeer’s in the bag, don’t worry. Told you I ordered it. You really need to learn how to trust me.”

A playful smirk was aimed the blonde’s way and then Kaito turned his attention back towards the pizza. Settling the boxes and bag on the table, he moved towards the cupboard to get plates and glasses. His mom would kill him if he stained the carpet – especially if it was with cheese. Or soda. Or anything at all.

“Right, trust you.”  Hakuba sounded completely unconvinced by the notion, but playfully so as he followed after his classmate into the kitchen. “I’ll trust you when I have the rootbeer in my detective grasp. The truth – or soda – is in the pudding, so to speak.”

He watched, still helplessly, as the other boy gathered the necessities for dinner. “Ah, can I… do anything to assist you?" 

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Do you believe in curses?

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“Ah, actually… I don’t think that there’s really any reason to completely discount the possibility, however unlikely it is. There are many things in this world that have yet to be explained; curses being one of them… I’ve certainly met enough individuals that appeared to have some sort of curse upon them… and having associated with an actual witch, I can’t way that it is really… too far-fetched to think that it is, ah, possible…” 

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camiechan replied to your post: A Public Apology

Why do you even own a gun…

“I’m the son of the Superintendent General, the number one ranking officer in Japan. I was issued a firearm (after all proper testing and paperwork) in order to protect myself and others in appropriate situations. From time to time, my work with the police force requires it, though I’ve (fortunately) never had to use it in the line of duty. I hope to never have to.”

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In your mind, what is the strangest case you have ever come across and why?

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“Once, in a little village just outside of London, a woman had me come to investigate a case with her cat. It was a long-haired white Persian with one of the most distinctive — and annoying — meows that I’ve ever heard. Anyway, she called me in tears because someone had dyed her cat a striking, electric blue color. 

"And this wasn’t the first time it had happened, either. Before it had been purple, a month before that it had been a ghastly green. The woman showed me her old (recycled) calendar to point out the dates, and begged me to help her, claiming that her heart couldn’t take it any more.

"So look into it I did, met the cat, spoke to the neighbors, took down information, snapped several photographs, and bid my farewell, saying that I would return in a handful of weeks. The woman, confused, told me that she was so disappointed in her hopeful Holmes, but ultimately decided to trust me. 

"During the three or so weeks that I was back in town, I consulted with local vets and animal behaviorists, and returned as promised to find the cat brilliant shade of crimson. With the woman’s permission (after a full disclosure, though she was reluctant to agree), I whisked the cat away to the veterinarian and had her fixed.

"It seems that the neighbors had grown tired of the cat’s calls while she was in heat, particularly as she would scale the walls and prowl through their gardens and howl. The woman, sweet old bag that she was, had lost a great deal of her hearing in her age, and hadn’t noticed… nor paid any mind to the complaints. They had, as it happened, fallen upon (nearly) deaf ears. 

"Once the cat recovered, the dyeing ceased, and the cat remained a brilliant white – and is still is to this day. They had only used flavor-aid packets for temporary color, anyway, and the cat was just fine, which is why the woman didn’t bother pressing charges. In fact, she apologized to everyone on the block and had me deliver cookies from the local bakery as an olive branch.

"Not one of the most dangerous cases, I must say, but very strange indeed. I almost felt like I was more a James Herriot than a Sherlock Holmes, which was a treat in and of itself!" 

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The Thing About Eclairs | Closed RP | whiteknighthakuba

shsl-queenofcakes:

Karin stepped lightly across the floor of her now-empty shop, closed early for the convenience of her employees. It wouldn’t be fair to leave them to run the place while she went off to have fun on a date, so she decided just to pay them for the four hours they’d be missing and let them go home. From the looks of things, she’d just been voted boss of the year.

She’d just finished wiping the tables off, having procrastinated on hiring a janitorial service for so long that she’d become accustomed to doing it herself. It was relaxing, the simple chores it took to run a bakery. So she didn’t stop. A few moments later, she reached the counter and half a minute after that the eclairs she was going to give to her friend were wrapped neatly and sitting on the marbled granite as she sat and waited for Hakuba to arrive.

It was promptly 17:59:32 when Hakuba arrived at the bakery, bringing with him a bouquet of pink roses and that charming smile of his. Honestly, he wasn’t used to dating; not in Japan anyway, and never so casually. But after the stern words of his mother and having met so many interesting people as of late, it seemed like a very fine idea.

Besides, perhaps it would help him remove some vices with a little more of his time occupied with more savory company. Karin, even for as few times as they’d interacted, was a kind soul and had been nothing but a sweetheart to him. And after the drunk texting, well, he owed it to her. 

He stopped in front of the bakery door and peeked inside, wondering if he should knock or just come in. Any further delays and he’d be late, and that wouldn’t do, so he tried the door to let himself in.