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Lockdown Shuu and Stew || okiya-subaru

okiya-subaru:

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“Indeed we are.” Subaru set down his bowl and took his glass of scotch. “Let me put it like this. There is something painfully obvious hidden in plain sight in this room. If you figure it out, I’ll explain at least some of what I know.”

He took a sip of the scotch. Now this was Subaru being a prat, if he were to be honest. It was a test of basic observation, whether or not you could tell if the guy in front of you wore a wig (which tended to have a slightly unnatural sheen to the strands of hair) or whose glasses were not functional (because there were no distortions in the slightest when looking through them).

There was a pause as Hakuba tilted his head, brows knitting over a sort of silly grin, then he laughed. “Well, I wasn’t going to point it out on the bases of professional courtesy, but if you’d like to go there, certainly. You’re clearly not an engineer, Subaru-san. More like Holmes pretending to be one. Easily passable for most, but…” The detective sighed and shook his head, taking his glass of scotch to sip before continuing.

“You’re far too easy to talk to. Your ability to multi-task while conversing is exceptional- definitely not enough tunnel vision. And,” he took that moment to take a taste of the stew, mulling it over for a moment before laughing again. “You’re far too good a cook. Not to mention… well.” The wig, the glasses, the ticks associated with the former. But, now that an amount of faith had been extended, Hakuba felt comfortable giving some in return. 

“My guesses were going to be the missing East Wind and Kaitou Kid but… I really don’t know what your focus is, precisely. For all I know, it could be one of the many serial killer assassins that I’ve been tracking – though most of them are not so noble… Certainly not to be compared to Holmes." 

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Lockdown Shuu and Stew || okiya-subaru

okiya-subaru:

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“I’m flexible, as long as it isn’t milk or some of the watered-down beers I’ve had the misfortune of tasting.” Subaru took a mouthful of stew. The car ride didn’t do anything serious to the taste, with that span of time of lack of constant heat, luckily.

“Oh, same old, same old. Going to class. Working on papers. Wondering when on earth you and another solve a little enigma.” And omitting how he’s been watching the neighborhood for any possible signs of Black Organization action. “Anyway, there are many types of organized crime. Drug rings tend to be less sophisticated and easier to tackle in some regards.”

To the wet bar Hakuba went, reaching into the small fridge underneath to retrieve sealed and chilled bottles of water, two glasses, ice, and the bottle of scotch from the cupboard. “Yes, yes on the drug rings, and, ah… hm.”

The detective sighed, setting the assorted items on a tray, then carried it back to the table. “The little enigma, hm? It’s a tricky one, I’ll give you that… mostly from the overwhelming list of possibilities. Who has a potentially deadly secret to hide? Who’s in disguise as they go to face their death?”

He opened the bottle of scotch and poured one for Okiya, then for himself, then got himself a bowl of the stew.

“And where, I wonder, does our information line up enough that it’s safe for me to share? I know you can’t disclose yours, and I don’t feel comfortable disclosing mine… though, at least this room is safe to discuss things in. Complicated impasse. What to do?”

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The Winged Detective [ Open RP//M!A:Wings ]

edogawa-conankun:

He blinked during some seconds , doesn’t seemed understand what was happening to him , bare chested in the middle of the agency , two wings on his back .

Before finally realized what was happening , he had two wings , and even if it was astonish and awkward to trust . That was the true . And he just can’t do anything about it . Just wonderring how and why that was happened .

He started to stress , what if Ran or Kogoro see him like that ?!

“ Agasa-kun ! ” he telled to himself . Knowing than it was probably the people who’ll can help him in this case .

But , how to go untill his house without go on the street and show his wings to everyone ? …

He quickly looked at the clock of the agency , the time was spending and Ran’ll come back to the agency , then comed the fatal moment when he hearded her step in the stair .

He started to be agited , quickly looking around him , trying to use his wings but doesn’t succeeded and just make roll his shoulder . He seeing the umber of Ran’s on the door , trying a last time to fly , before suddenly going in the air and passed through the window .

Doesn’t succeeded to stop himself , he continued to fly right in front of him , before opening his eyes and realized than he was in front of Tokyo’s building and suddenly panicked before dropping in peak in ground’s direction . By luck , he succeed to straighten out just before violently crashed , but still making a nice falling .

“ Itetetete … ” he whisperred to himself , scratching behind his head while rose .

Then , he raised his head and noticed a familar people , not far of him , looking at him with a kind of wonderring look .

Before trying to hide his wings , hiding it by a little stressed laugh , his wings moving a bit , but was too much tall for can be hiding by himself . 

Blink blink. Hakuba Saguru, the half-brit detective tilted his head, observing the boy for a moment before a wide grin spread on his face.  “Edogawa-kun? It’s been months since I last saw you. How’ve you been?”

Apparently, he’d missed the flying and the crash, but the sound had alerted him to Conan’s arrival at least. 

Hands in his pockets, Hakuba pulled himself away from the newspaper stand to approach Conan, pleasant and chipper as he usually was in good company. The wings garnered a curious brow raise from the teenager, but he didn’t say anything for the moment. With Conan’s involvement with Agasa Hakase, it wouldn’t surprise Hakuba one bit if they turned out to be some crazy new invention. 

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Celebrations Over Poisonous Drinks (for Angst Week)//@whiteknighthakuba

officertakagi:

Takagi gave a small sigh when Hakuba told them he was joking. You would think he’d consider what would happen joking around about under aged drinking in front of three cops… A small smile came back to his face. At least the teen corrected himself.

Chiba shook his head and let out a small chuckle. “No, it’s fine Hakuba-kun. I’ll take care of the driving. Nice try though.” he replied smiling.

Back by the bar where the waitress was preparing their drinks, someone diverted her attention. They were complaining about not getting a refill on their bourbon yet. The waitress nodded and took their glass to get them some more to drink.

Seeing that the order she had currently been working on was for the new comers into the bar, a grim smile spread across the person’s face. It was a table full of cops. The perfect target to strike. With as little of suspicion as possible the person took a vial from the inner pocket of their coat. Once the cap was off, they poured the small amount into the sake bottle.

The vial was returned to the pocket and the person resumed their normal posture again, looking as if nothing had happened in the time the the waitress was absent from the drinks.

The waitress returned to the customer, setting down the glass of bourbon. She was thanked then turned back to the order she was working on. Grabbing the glass of water and Arnold Palmer finished off the tray. She picked up the tray and took it back to the waiting officers.

“Okay, boys. Here’s your water, and your Arnold Palmer.” she said giving the drinks to Chiba and Hakuba respectively. “And your sake.” She added setting down the bottle between Jenma and Takagi and a cup in front of each.

“Thank you, Miss…?” Takagi said.

“Saiya.” She replied.

Takagi smiled a little. “Thank you, Miss Saiya.”

“Well enjoy your drinks~” Saiya said before leaving the group’s table.

“One day, boys, I’ll be required to drive one of those cars and I’ll add racing stripes." Hakuba lifted his drink, swirling the ice inside with a movement that was more fitting a hard liquor on ice, but it would do. He glanced to his ‘colleagues’ and smiled, pleased once more that he’d not only been invited on the case, but to celebrate with them afterward. It was proof that he belonged with them, right? Definitely. Accepted and appreciated. He took a sip, then leaned back, relaxing. 

Jenma, shaking his head at the naive and junior detective, opened the bottle and poured himself and Takagi a drink. "Nice and warm,” he said, grinning. The perfect end to a perfect day.“ He lifted the cup, offering to do cheers with Takagi, since the whelp had already started drinking without them. He glanced to Chiba, too, subtle communication to see if he wanted in on it. "Good job, officers.”

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Lockdown Shuu and Stew || okiya-subaru

okiya-subaru:

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Subaru nodded. It was a small comfort in some regards, in that it wasn’t the Black Organization. Still, given the circumstances of the case, that meant there was some form of abuse going on before the perpetrator was caught. (Harming children, though, was a special low even the Organization avoided when they could, for goodness sake.)

“It isn’t a problem, Hakuba.”

Speaking of tricks, though, there was a difference between his allusions of a weapon and his actual trickery. Namely the disguise and lying abut his identity. “So, aside from the idiocy that is that criminal, have there been other cases you’ve been working on?”

“Ah, just the usual, really. I’ve been looking into some gang-related crimes. Drug dealers. East of Tokyo.” Hakuba laughed. “So, yes, I am involved in some organized crime cases, but they’re not giving me any guff at all thus far. Just fighting with each other over territory and I’ve come across some of their illegal dealings and… well.”

The detective sighed, then got to his feet. “Can I interest you in a drink of any kind? Tea, scotch, anything…? Ah, and what have you been up to lately?”

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Lockdown Shuu and Stew || okiya-subaru

okiya-subaru:

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“I see.” The irony was palpable to him. Subaru set the stew down on the table and sat down.

“No patdowns in case they’re worried I brought a knife with me and tricked you? I suppose being unmolested upon arrival is better than some of my travels involving United States airlines, at least." There were tales he could tell of what he’d personally seen and what agents told him. (The long hair, his hat, and skin tone at that time didn’t help in the slightest, by the way.)

"Anyway, being more serious, I would like to know if you angered an organized crime ring or not, at the very least.” Subaru clasped his hands together, frowning. “I determine it’s some sort of thing you don’t wish to divulge, but that is all I ask at the moment. I understand and sympathize, as I’ve ended up in a similar situation myself where I wasn’t able to tell anyone any details.” (Still an ongoing situation, but he didn’t need to explain that just yet.)

“They would have, had I asked them to refrain. I suppose you could be tricking me, and the thought had crossed my mind, but… honestly, I’m not that concerned at present.” Hakuba shook his head, pulling bowls from the cupboard behind the wet bar, and spoons.

“No, this has nothing to do with an organized crime ring. I almost wish that it was; I typically have much greater success dealing with those types.” He set the dishes on the table and took a seat afterward. “No, I’m afraid that this is a case of a religious nutcase that I put behind bars several years ago. He was up for parole this summer and I took a trip to London to testify against him. The man was denied and now he’s trying to stir up trouble from jail…”

Hakuba sighed. “Releasing a list of victims… which was leaked… I hadn’t put my name on the case originally, you see, so I wasn’t sure if he knew who had turned him in – until I showed up in court. It’s caused a bit of controversy, but I believe that it’s relatively localized and isolated.”

The detective pursed his lips. “Stew though, hm? It smells delicious. Thank you for bringing it all this way.”

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Lockdown Shuu and Stew || okiya-subaru

okiya-subaru:

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“It is fine.” He pulled up and, following their gestures, drove to the garage. It was unusual compared to what he’d seen (even with the Kudou house), but he didn’t wish to comment on the lavishness of the location. Aside from that, he parked his car and grabbed the stew.

A man in a uniform, likely one of the security guard had him follow him to wherever it was Hakuba was in this place. As they walked, Subaru took in what he could. The security guards could be fine for dealing with lower level criminals, but higher-level crime syndicate would get through them with ease. Regardless, it was wisest to hear the entire situation first before going off to his hiding spot to retrieve his rifle.

It took a few minutes to get from the garage, down the wide marble-floored hallway, and into the parlor, but Hakuba was there to greet them at the door. 

“Ah, Subaru-san. Thank you for coming.” The detective turned his attention to the security guard next, giving them a nod. “Thank you for escorting my client; it’s a relief that I can still get some work done during all of this… honestly.”

The guard nodded in turn, then took his leave with a “Yes, sir." 

Hakuba then led the way into the unoccupied room, and waited to close the door once Subaru entered. There was a billiard table, card table and chairs, couches, flat screen tv – all as excessive and lavish as the rest of the house had been. But at least they were alone.

"Sorry about that; if they think you’re my client they won’t pay us any attention. Please, come in, take a seat… I’ll get bowls and things from the wet bar.”

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Celebrations Over Poisonous Drinks (for Angst Week)//@whiteknighthakuba

officertakagi:

Considering the difficulty of the case, it gave them all the more reason to celebrate. Though considering it was Hakuba who solved it after being brought in when the other detectives weren’t making much headway on the case. Four of them in all, they entered the bar, choosing a corner table near the back.

On one side of the table sat Takagi and Chiba. Opposite them was Hakuba and an older officer by the name of Jenma. He was in his 50’s and one of the best senior officers.

Takagi smiled across the table at the other two. It was nice to be able to relax after a case like that. “Hakuba-kun, you were amazing on that case. You too, Jenma-san.” he said.

A moment later a waitress comes over to the table, a bright smile on her face. “Hello, gentlemen.” she said sweetly. “What can I get for you all?” she asked.

“I’ll have some water,” Chiba replied.

“Really Chiba-kun? I thought you were going to drink too.” Takagi said.

“Someone needs to drive right?” Chiba replied. “You and Jenma-san can drink up. I’ll be the driver tonight.”

“Okay.” Takagi said. He turned to the older officer. “Say, Jenma-san? Want to split a bottle of Sake?”

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“Sake, yes… I think that would do well for my back. I think I might have pulled something again.” Jenma sighed as he stretched out, settling into the comfortable booth.

Hakuba glanced at the other officers now that it was his turn and considered, wondering if he could get away with ordering something more interesting to celebrate with, as well. “Scotch on the rocks,” he suggested, flashing a smile to the server, who started to write down the order before pausing under the stern warning glances that the other officers were giving both her and the young detective. 

“Sir, unless you can produce an ID with valid proof of the legal age, I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to-”

The foreign detective shook his head, holding up a hand to wave it off. “I’m joking, of course! I’m with the force, am I not? No underage drinking." At least not with this crowd. "I’ll have an Arnold Palmer, please, if you don’t mind.”

Iced tea and lemonade wasn’t exactly scandalous, but it was a lot less embarrassing than ordering tap water or a soda when the rest of your party was having all sorts of sake fun. 

Once the order was in, Hakuba gave a wink to the server before turning back to the rest of his fellows, grin broad and pleased. “If you want, I can drive. Your cruiser might not be so sporty as my car, but I’ll bet I can get it up to a reeeeaasonable speed." 

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okiya-subaru:

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“Understandable. I have also taken to avoiding certain topics whilst on possibly compromised phones.” And yet more hints that he’s not just some random engineering major.

London? A few ideas flitted through his mind. So something happened back when this kid was living there? (He made a mental note to look it up later.)

“Oh, I’m not too far, actually. Pulling up now.”

Hakuba had given up the idea that Subaru had been what he said he was quite some time ago; he had known engineers, and Subaru was far too sociable and observant to fit that model. All subsequent evidence gathered further supported his theories. But he’d hold off on deduction for the time being. 

“Excellent. If you don’t mind holding on the line for just a moment, I’ll inform the security team." 

The detective put the cellphone on mute and briskly left the parlor, calling into the hallway to alert the man that was conducting another sweep of the hallway. A moment later, he was back on the line. 

"They’ll direct you to the underground parking area and then escort you to where I am. I hope that’s agreeable.”

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okiya-subaru:

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“Oh, I see. That would be nice, but not likely for them to give up such endeavors. I look forward to hearing the details of what those sharks were involved in.”

If this kid pissed off the Black Organization, he would have to be guarded. Probably make Hakuba stay at the professor’s place if possible or with him. Not like Subaru could contact the FBI at the moment and it was unlikely Hakuba would accept their protection. Black Organization involvement was a pretty big if, as there were many kinds of criminals in the world. Still, always keep multiple plans on hand if the need arises.

“Another taste that may be, but there are many crimes that could fall under whatever it is they may have done. You haven’t been specific, though there are many reasons why that could be the case.” Given how vague Hakuba was being, it was something he didn’t wish to divulge, through oaths not to reveal it. Or personal trauma. Or it was something he was terrified of sharing with others for fear of divulging to the wrong person and someone killing him, like pissing off about any major crime organization.

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“To be honest, I’m still attempting to sort out just how much I’m comfortable divulging – to anyone. But I will give you further details when you’ve arrived. Not that I don’t trust you, but I have no way of knowing which lines are safe at present for open communication… and with people so worked up…" 

Hakuba sighed again, leaning back against the wall in the parlor. 

"Actually, it’s likely been blown completely out of proportion. Yes, I’ve been receiving a lot of threatening and insulting letters and emails, but it seems that most of the activity is originating from London. I’m relatively certain that I’m safe here in Japan… but my father worries. How close are you, by the way?”