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Who: Conan Edogawa and Riffael
Where: Dissimulo
When: This evening
Rating: Shouldn't go beyond PG-13
Summary: Conan is eavesdropping and runs into a little more trouble than expected
The Log:

A bored detective was really a terrible thing to inflict on a town.

With no cases to solve and not even a riddle to occupy himself with, Conan had swiftly resorted to spying on the other residents of Dissimulo. It was good practice for his eavesdropping skills, if nothing else.

How was he supposed to know that he would be overhearing something like this?

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Riffael had thought he was alone. He probably would have sensed the eyes on him had he not been so preoccupied with the Mooshroom creature he'd decided to use. He'd already used the Mushrooms for both some new drugs as well as food and it had proved to be a very useful creature, if not annoying.

Now, however, he needed it for a different reason. He needed to test his powers again, to feel the blood on his hands. He just needed to concentrate...

Conan presses himself back into the shadows as he watches.

It wasn't like it was hard. It was a part of him...but even as he felt around for that power he'd had when attacking Justice, he could tell something was missing.

Still, he would try. In one, violent, swipe the doctor ran his nails across the poor creature's side, expecting it burst open in some gorey show just as those men and women had back home.

But nothing happened...with the exception of the sound of discomfort the creature made.

Riffael sneered at the creature, his rage building up inside of him; why wouldn't it work? He tried again but only had the same results.

"Why won't you die?"

....Animal cruelty? He didn't know what this person was capable of, but he couldn't just stand here and watch. The most logical plan would be to knock him out and then get back-up. Slowly, Conan's hand moves toward his watch.

Riffael stepped away from the animal, turning away to gather his thoughts. His powers weren't working and he could tell his senses were dulled down from normal as well. There was something amiss here and he had a feeling it had something to do with this place.

He was about to turn to his communicator to ask when he suddenly had the feeling he was being watched. But from where?

"Wherever you are, I suggest you come out of hiding now. I am armed, if it comes to that."

[Conan freezes as he tries to figure out his next step.]

The fact that there's no response to his 'suggestion' annoyed him; especially since he was certain someone was here. His senses were not what they were supposed to be, but they weren't completely deadened.

His voice went cold. "I know you are there, your silence means nothing. Once again, I suggest you show yourself instead of making me find you."

He calculates the possible moves and makes a quick decision.

Conan doesn't step out of the shadows yet, but he answers the question in a bright childish voice.

"But I like to play hide and go seek. Isn't it fun?"

Hearing the voice, he took a calming breath. A child. How annoying.

"It's rude to sneak up on people who would rather keep their privacy."

"Oh? But I was just playing a game."

As he speaks Conan keeps calculating the best way to get out of here.

Riffael finally turned his head in the direction that he'd decided the voice was coming from, keeping his tone even and cool.

"Indeed. But, perhaps, outside and with people who are not strangers would prove to be better entertainment. Perhaps with people who do not value their privacy."

"Inside is more of a challenge. And almost everyone is a stranger to me here."

Conan holds his wristwatch ready.

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