paradisa | [Dictated;backdated to last Wednesday, the day after the mess in the theater happened]

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conan edogawa (shinichi kudo)

[Dictated;backdated to last Wednesday, the day after the mess in the theater happened]

In this world there is no such thing as a perfect crime. There will always be something left behind, because there is no such thing as a perfect criminal. Or a perfect human, for that matter. Do you understand what I am saying, Mr. Napoleon of Crime?

Are you okay now?

[And with his private messages sent, Conan moves to address the other issue. Damage control with the uncomfortably large number of people who may have seen him displaying scarily unchiildlike skills and behavior. He could hope that the fact that he had disarmed the bomb had been overlooked in all the excitement, but he couldn't rely on it.]

The last few days have been really scary, right? It seems like there's a really mean person in the castle.

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How cute...However I prefer "The Spider".

It brings up far more powerful imagery then a small man in a hat.

And yet a spider can only wait for its prey to come to it.

When the web is big enough they all come. They all get caught in the sticky sticky layers…usually because of their own greed or arrogance.

[He stops and switches to voice.]

Sorry...force of habit.

Why bother hiding at this point?

Edited 2013-02-12 13:06 (UTC)

A web that becomes large enough is easy enough to avoid. Or destroy.

Straight to the point, then.

And what is the point then hmmm?

Drugs are bad? Rock music is a bad influence?, Kidnapping and dressing queens up with bombs isn't funny?

Come on then...give me the after school special.

Kidnapping and bombs are never funny. [He ignores the rest of the comments as irrelevant.]

And I doubt I am the only person in this castle who objects to them.

Thinking of telling the teacher are we?

Tut tut...nobody likes a tell tale.

Good thing I'm not very concerned whether anyone likes me, then.

God bless your stubborn spirit and strong will.

Oh but I'm sorry...I'm really sorry.

See there's just one thing I've forgotten to tell you.

And what is that? [He already suspected where this was headed.]

I...I don't do well when being pressured by figures of authority.

It turns me into such a chatty Cathy...I'm liable to say anything if I'm feeling stressed.

Blackmail. You're going to take that route. Really?

And just what do you think you have to say? [Conan stays cool and calculating even as he begins worrying over just what this guy knew. Not everything. He was sure of that. But parts of it could be just as damaging.]

Given everything else I've done you're surprised at a little blackmail?

[There’s a change in tone to his voice now. The smarminess is gone, only to be replaced with a harsh edge to his words...words born out of anger and madness.]

How’s this then? If I get even a hint of retribution towards me, if you interfere in any of my business during my stay in Paradisa...I'll expose you.

Nothing helps a private detective more then anonymity does it? And you gave me all the conformation I needed that you're not the innocent boy next door that you like people to think that you are.

[And here it was. Conan knew he had to move cautiously now. He needed to push this man just enough to discover how much he had figured out. Too far and... Well, he had already shown himself to be dangerously unpredictable.

The detective deliberately relaxes himself and allows a air of boredom to creep into his voice. Now for the bluff.]

Not at all. But blackmail is rather overused, isn't it? You think you're the first to try it? If you insisted on trying something, I had hoped for something more creative.

That much is known well enough. I've never hidden the fact that I'm a detective.

Maybe it is overused...but if this little exercise has proven anything it's that I can get very creative with something as simple as a good old fashioned kidnapping.

Then again...maybe I'm waiting for a fall. That's what it comes down to in the end.

Just ask dear Sherlock.

It all comes down to Reichenbach, doesn't it?

Regardless, what will you if I decide to present the evidence I've gathered? There are those here who would listen. [Sherlock, for one, might be very interested.]

Hush now…spoilers.

Maybe I'll panic and throw myself upon the mercy of the good honest citizens of Paradisa? Or maybe my arrest will set off another game that'll result in the destruction of you and anybody even remotely connected to you. Maybe you're still caught in the web and you don't even know it.

Only one way to find out isn't there detective...make your choice.

[He still didn't have enough information. There was only one thing he could. Raise the stakes.]

Maybes aren't of much use. Not until they can be tested.

Then test me detective! All I'm hearing from you are words.

Words words words blah blah.

Unless you have anything action to back up those words...we're done here. I've had my entertainment and now it's time for you to run away and play.

Go on...shoo!

Edited 2013-02-21 16:54 (UTC)

[Conan makes an annoyed sound.]

I'm hardly about to tell you what I intend to do. Just bear in mind that if certain things are revealed about me, other things will be revealed as well. I doubt you wish to have your activities brought under scrutiny.

[But Conan would be watching him closely. His secrets were not worth someone's death. If the situation became too dangerous he fully intended to act.]

I'd prefer not to have that particular headache thank you.

[ He knows they're not done...not really. One of them will get bored or the castle will throw them into a scenario together. However for now...time for the spider to slink into the shadows.]

Rest assured though Conan. If you are to ever get bored again and want to play the hero...my door is always open.

Oh wow. I never would have guessed.

[So monotone. Yes, of course she's heard about the incident. What do you take her for.]

Getting involved in a little excitement, Conan?

Not by choice. [Dairine knew something of the truth. There wasn't much point in keeping the act up.]

So someone dragged you into it? Or did you think no one else could handle the situation? [Given what she knows about his work, the latter is more likely than the former. Then again...]

I did what was necessary. [Both were true, not that he would admit it.]

That doesn't answer my question. Let me guess: either both or neither.

[See, she can deduce things too.]

Edited 2013-02-16 20:18 (UTC)

...Both.

[There, he answered. Now will you go away?]

See, was that so hard?

[Nope. Now that she knows someone dragged him into it, she's not letting go so easily.]

Who would pull you into a case here?

[He closes the journal with a snap. That was not a question he was willing to answer. He refused to get anyone else involved in this.]

[Oh no, he didn't.

Within minutes of the journal closing, there is a knock at Conan's door. A very, very insistant knock.]

[He knew exactly who that must be. He doesn't answer.]

Conan!

[More knocking. When he doesn't answer, Dairine tries the door handle.]

[He refuses to open the door. He was going to keep everyone safe this time, by keeping everyone out of it.]

[That only works if everyone agrees to stay out of it. Which Dairine has no intention of doing.]

Cooonan! If you don't open the door, I'll open it myself!

[Reluctantly he gets up and opens the door. But only long enough to give her a single message.]

This is my business. It doesn't concern you.

[And then he closes the door again.]

[RUDE. Dairine scowls and opens the door back up. Doesn't matter if it's locked or not; she'll talk the lock open if she has to.

Stepping in, she closes the door behind her.]

If someone is dragging you into danger, you better believe it concerns me.

Stay out of this. [He was absolutely serious.]

And its all over with anyway, so your insistence is pointless.

[It wasn't. But it had settled into a stalemate of mutual blackmailing.]

[She crosses her arms. Dairine is not gonna budge on this.]

Don't take me for an idiot. A case isn't over unless the culprit is found. Yet the prison cells remain empty, and the only announcement that has been made is your cryptic comment.

You know something. You just don't want to tell me.

And I won't be telling you.

Oh yes, because that method’s been so successful before. Hasn’t it, Shinichi.

[Dairine uses his real name very deliberately. Then, speaking more sweetly:]

But if you insist, I guess I'll have to figure it out myself. Drop by town and do a little investigating of my own. It's all over, so there shouldn't be any harm, right?

[She flashes him an "innocent" smile.]

[No, that was not even remotely close to being okay!]

Stay out of this, Dairine.

[She feigns ignorance.]

Stay out of what?

You know what!

How could I when you're being so cagey about it?

That's the point. You are not getting involved in this.

Oh really? [Ha ha, yeah right.] And what's gonna stop me?

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