[fic] DC AU: Psi and Seek
Feb. 8th, 2005 12:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpRandom plunnie that struck a few months ago.
Name kinda thanks to Ysabet. Realised we needed a name and sat there going 'What would Ysabet say?' and there you go. *laughs*
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"I need your help, Kid-san."
With that a scant warning, a slight small blond girl grabbed the lanky teenager by the bar arm. He twitched as if shocked by electricity, jerking in her grasp, his face twisting in a painful grimace. He tugged at the death grip she had on his arm, finally breaking free and stumbling backwards several steps.
"Don't DO that!" He snapped, gripping his head with both hands and dropping into a crouch, curling up. "Ow ow ow ow ow..."
"My apologies." She didn't look it. He waved her apology off, unsteadily rising to his feet. He staggered towards a nearby park bench and collapsed into it. The blond girl followed, sitting next to him, but not too close. She watched him for a moment, then reached into the pack she was carrying and pulling out a bottle.
"If I had thought there was an easier way to get you to believe me, I would have taken it." She said brusquely, handing him the bottle. "Drink. You probably need it."
He took it in a trembling hand, pausing to open it before gulping about half the contents. He then slowed down to take a few slower sips, draining the bottle. "Thanks, Ojousan."
The girl shrugged in return. He set the now empty bottle in the space between them. "So what do you need my help with, Ojousan?"
"You saw who I used to work for." She said quietly, pulling another bottle out of her pack. "Who I used to be."
"Yes." He leaned back, spreading his arms out along the top of the bench's back. "That doesn't explain how you knew who I am. I'm good, but not that good."
She smiled dryly. "Not a mind reader, eh?"
"Wouldn't want to be."
"Good. They're not much fun as you would think." Her smile faded to a more business like tone. "Before my... departure from my former employers, I inquired a bit too deeply into the business of my fellow colleagues, a fact they did not appreciate. Some of whom were dedicated to your escapades."
"I see." The information obviously did not rest well with him.
She smirked. "Of course, I deleted what information I could. You should be safe."
"'Safe' is relative." He rested the back of his head against the bench back. "So what can I do for you, Ojousan?"
Several sheets of printed computer paper where pulled out of the pack and passed to him as well. "Immortality and wealth aren't much without something to back it up and re-enforce it's power. And what could be better than not just an immortal army, but one with enhanced abilities?"
"Scary." He leaned forward, flipping the papers around and began to skim. "These are people... families actually."
"Certain families tend to develop and carry specific abilities as genetic traits. Much like your own, Kaitou-san. Before my defection, they were occasionally observed for any sign of development."
Eyebrows came down in a dark frown. "I recognise some of them."
"I thought you might." A small smile. "People with abilities do have a tendency to gravitate towards each other."
A snarl was her response. She waited patiently for him to finish reading, which he did, expression turning increasingly stormy. Finally he finished reading and cleared his throat. "What do you want me to do?"
She smiled faintly at his restrained passionate response. "You are a psychometric, correct?"
"Tactile." He agreed. The ability to touch things and see where it had been. The thief occasionally used it to locate officers were in a building, or figure out how to use strange machinery by observing how people had used it in the past. "I'm not very strong."
"Strong enough." She dismissed his claim out of hand. "I think that we know the same people on that list. Hattori, Mouri, Toyama, Edogawa-"
"Nakamori and Hakuba." He looked surprised at the last one. "Hakuba?!"
She shrugged in response. "I need to know two things. If you could discover them for me. One: If our mysterious people in black have been watching them lately. Two: What their abilities are."
"Things heating up around Kudo, are they?" He commented wryly.
"Just a bit."
He nodded. "Which brings me back to my question, Ojousan. What can I do?"
"You require a focus to channel your ability. You also seem to have the strangest luck, or the ability to shift the odds towards your favour that I'm hoping that will aid us now. What I need you to do is use the names on the list as a focus to check on those people we know. The key players. Anyone else we can find as well, but I don't want to exhaust you overly much."
"As if dumping your history into my head didn't." He grumbled. "All right. I've never done anything like this before, but lets give it a shot, okay?"
"That's all I can ask." She motioned to the papers in his hand. "Do whomever you think would be the easiest."
"As Ojousan commands." He said flippantly. His expression and posture was at odds with the tone as he ran his fingers down the list of names, lips moving slightly as he focused. The blond girl lapsed into silence, allowing him to do what he needed, sharp blue-grey eyes examining the area.
"Found her. Nakamori Aoko. She... Oh, I'm an idiot." He jerked his fingers off the paper, sagging back against the bench. "Minor Telekinetic. Shoulda guessed with her amazing ability to suddenly find a blunt weaponry. It always did seem to appear out of mid air."
She nodded, scribbling his responses down on a notepad she pulled out of the pack. "Any usual happenings lately?"
He shrugged. "Nothing out of the ordinary that I've observed. Didn't see any oddness, but then I'm not sure what' I'm looking for."
"Black." She said curtly. "You're looking for shadows, or voids that shouldn't be around the people."
He nodded, leaning forward to focus on the paper again. His eyes glazed slightly as his attention disappeared, focused elsewhere. The girl pulled a second bottle out of the pack, along with a banana and a chocolate bar.
"Found Hakuba." He said abruptly, his attention still elsewhere. "Stoic git is an empathic, however the hell that works. No shadows around him."
"He could be remote as a way to shield himself from his ability." She commented, scribbling the information down. "Withdrawing inside of himself so he doesn't feel the intrusion of other people's emotions." And then never figured out how to let the shielding down in order to connect with others.
"Mmm." He agreed distantly. "Kudo or Mouri next? They're so close it's hard to tell them apart."
"Which ever you can see the most clearly." She urged him.
"Mouri. Speaking of shielding, hers are impressive. Solid. Think that's about all she can do. She layers herself over Kudo, protects him as Edogawa. He seems to be some sort of telepath. Doesn't appear to realise it."
"Passive ability." She expounded. "It's one of the ways he catches people, they think too loud at him. He thinks they're hunches."
"Killing people isn't something that is exactly conductive towards peaceful thoughts."
"You'd be amazed." The blond muttered. "Pause a moment, you're starting to look pale."
He nodded, pulling back away from the papers again and sprawling against the bench, panting slightly for breath, as if he'd just finished running. She opened the bottle and pushed it into his hand. "Amino drink." She informed him. "Will restore some electrolytes and minerals."
"Thanks." He took a swig of it, then contented himself to sip. "There's shadows there, but it's kind of odd. Like they're being watched, but it's not necessarily malicious. It -could- be, but isn't."
She grimaced, but wrote the information down. "Eat something too. Keep your blood sugar up."
He didn't bother wasting time nodding, simply scooped up the banana and began to quietly munch on it, alternating it with sips out of the bottle. He finished the fruit and about half the bottle before setting them both down and picking up the paper again. She watched him run his fingers down the names again, attempting to pick out the ones that were familiar.
Then he made her jump by startling, dropping the papers with a yelp. "She SAW me!" He said, wide eyed with shock.
"-Saw- you?" She repeated sceptically.
"Yes!" He jabbed a finger in the direction of the paper. "Toyama! Well, not exactly -me-, but she could tell I was looking at them. Like a... a... like she could see me or something. Looked right at me and told Hattori that there was someone there."
"Aura reader?" The blond mused, writing this information down.
"I dunno." He picked up the papers again, eyebrows coming down in another scowl of concentration as he focused once more. "Found Hattori. He... seems to have a history seeing the future. Dreams. Not often, just certain events and people. He's laughing at Toyama."
"Come back before she sees you again." She urged.
He pulled his hand back with a vindictive yank. "Not a problem."
"Any sign of them being watched?"
He shook his head, leaning back again, shadows now haunting the underside of his eyes. "Not that I could see, but was kind of distracted there."
"Thanks." She retrieved the papers from the lax grip in his hand. "That's enough, no more today. Eat the chocolate. Drink."
"Yes, Ojousan." The reply was delivered with a bit of a smile, amusement at the commands. "Anything else, Ojousan?"
"Not at the moment." The news wasn't quite as good as she had hoped, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. "Thank you, Kaitou-san."
"My pleasure. Glad to help." He gave her a lopsided smile. "And thank you for the help."
"Help?" She echoed, puzzled. He rose, finishing off the drink and stretching. "I think you might have it mixed up. I'm a bit sensitive, but that's about it." Her main ability seemed to be knowing when a member of the Black Organization was near. Cold sweats, shivers and panic attacks weren't exactly the most useful for maintaining a low profile in the face of your worst nightmare.
"Right." He leaned down, scooping up the chocolate bar and sticking it in his back pocket. "And I'm able to do that normally. You're an amplifier, Ojousan."
With a wave and a grin, he quickly vanished into the depths of the park, his voice echoing in her ears past the time he disappeared. "Take care, Ojousan!"
She stared after him. Amplifier? Couldn't be. They'd tested her, in the laboratories.
... but they hadn't done so around anyone with ability, her traitorous mind suggested. She shook her head, dismissing the thoughts from her mind.
The Kaitou was just playing with her, a slight revenge for pulling him into helping her against his will. She hadn't been sure if thinking at him hard enough to give him her back-story would work after all.
But it had. And he had helped.
With a faint growl, she scooped up the papers and shoved them into the pack, sliding off the bench. She grabbed the two empty bottles to toss into the nearest recycling receptacles and made her own way through the park.
Kudo and the rest of the Shonen Tantei were waiting for her at Agasa's.
-fin-
Conversationalists are Haibara Ai and Kuroba Kaito, just in case anyone's confused.
Question for those we chatted with a year or so back (Ysabet, Becky, Loqi, Keet, Hauntress, etc). Looking for a story we were working on at that time that we can't find. It was a split story (like 'Immortality' or 'Together''), half of it dealing with a Kid hiest in the present, half of it dealing with the Black Ops going after Toichi in the past and missing.
S'driving me nuts, cause once something's out of our head, we can't go back and re-write it from scratch because it's gone. The idea is there, but the words are gone. >_< And now the plunnie is biting to be finished.
If no one has it, s'okay. Just trying to find out if we should hang on to the plunnie or let it die.
Name kinda thanks to Ysabet. Realised we needed a name and sat there going 'What would Ysabet say?' and there you go. *laughs*
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"I need your help, Kid-san."
With that a scant warning, a slight small blond girl grabbed the lanky teenager by the bar arm. He twitched as if shocked by electricity, jerking in her grasp, his face twisting in a painful grimace. He tugged at the death grip she had on his arm, finally breaking free and stumbling backwards several steps.
"Don't DO that!" He snapped, gripping his head with both hands and dropping into a crouch, curling up. "Ow ow ow ow ow..."
"My apologies." She didn't look it. He waved her apology off, unsteadily rising to his feet. He staggered towards a nearby park bench and collapsed into it. The blond girl followed, sitting next to him, but not too close. She watched him for a moment, then reached into the pack she was carrying and pulling out a bottle.
"If I had thought there was an easier way to get you to believe me, I would have taken it." She said brusquely, handing him the bottle. "Drink. You probably need it."
He took it in a trembling hand, pausing to open it before gulping about half the contents. He then slowed down to take a few slower sips, draining the bottle. "Thanks, Ojousan."
The girl shrugged in return. He set the now empty bottle in the space between them. "So what do you need my help with, Ojousan?"
"You saw who I used to work for." She said quietly, pulling another bottle out of her pack. "Who I used to be."
"Yes." He leaned back, spreading his arms out along the top of the bench's back. "That doesn't explain how you knew who I am. I'm good, but not that good."
She smiled dryly. "Not a mind reader, eh?"
"Wouldn't want to be."
"Good. They're not much fun as you would think." Her smile faded to a more business like tone. "Before my... departure from my former employers, I inquired a bit too deeply into the business of my fellow colleagues, a fact they did not appreciate. Some of whom were dedicated to your escapades."
"I see." The information obviously did not rest well with him.
She smirked. "Of course, I deleted what information I could. You should be safe."
"'Safe' is relative." He rested the back of his head against the bench back. "So what can I do for you, Ojousan?"
Several sheets of printed computer paper where pulled out of the pack and passed to him as well. "Immortality and wealth aren't much without something to back it up and re-enforce it's power. And what could be better than not just an immortal army, but one with enhanced abilities?"
"Scary." He leaned forward, flipping the papers around and began to skim. "These are people... families actually."
"Certain families tend to develop and carry specific abilities as genetic traits. Much like your own, Kaitou-san. Before my defection, they were occasionally observed for any sign of development."
Eyebrows came down in a dark frown. "I recognise some of them."
"I thought you might." A small smile. "People with abilities do have a tendency to gravitate towards each other."
A snarl was her response. She waited patiently for him to finish reading, which he did, expression turning increasingly stormy. Finally he finished reading and cleared his throat. "What do you want me to do?"
She smiled faintly at his restrained passionate response. "You are a psychometric, correct?"
"Tactile." He agreed. The ability to touch things and see where it had been. The thief occasionally used it to locate officers were in a building, or figure out how to use strange machinery by observing how people had used it in the past. "I'm not very strong."
"Strong enough." She dismissed his claim out of hand. "I think that we know the same people on that list. Hattori, Mouri, Toyama, Edogawa-"
"Nakamori and Hakuba." He looked surprised at the last one. "Hakuba?!"
She shrugged in response. "I need to know two things. If you could discover them for me. One: If our mysterious people in black have been watching them lately. Two: What their abilities are."
"Things heating up around Kudo, are they?" He commented wryly.
"Just a bit."
He nodded. "Which brings me back to my question, Ojousan. What can I do?"
"You require a focus to channel your ability. You also seem to have the strangest luck, or the ability to shift the odds towards your favour that I'm hoping that will aid us now. What I need you to do is use the names on the list as a focus to check on those people we know. The key players. Anyone else we can find as well, but I don't want to exhaust you overly much."
"As if dumping your history into my head didn't." He grumbled. "All right. I've never done anything like this before, but lets give it a shot, okay?"
"That's all I can ask." She motioned to the papers in his hand. "Do whomever you think would be the easiest."
"As Ojousan commands." He said flippantly. His expression and posture was at odds with the tone as he ran his fingers down the list of names, lips moving slightly as he focused. The blond girl lapsed into silence, allowing him to do what he needed, sharp blue-grey eyes examining the area.
"Found her. Nakamori Aoko. She... Oh, I'm an idiot." He jerked his fingers off the paper, sagging back against the bench. "Minor Telekinetic. Shoulda guessed with her amazing ability to suddenly find a blunt weaponry. It always did seem to appear out of mid air."
She nodded, scribbling his responses down on a notepad she pulled out of the pack. "Any usual happenings lately?"
He shrugged. "Nothing out of the ordinary that I've observed. Didn't see any oddness, but then I'm not sure what' I'm looking for."
"Black." She said curtly. "You're looking for shadows, or voids that shouldn't be around the people."
He nodded, leaning forward to focus on the paper again. His eyes glazed slightly as his attention disappeared, focused elsewhere. The girl pulled a second bottle out of the pack, along with a banana and a chocolate bar.
"Found Hakuba." He said abruptly, his attention still elsewhere. "Stoic git is an empathic, however the hell that works. No shadows around him."
"He could be remote as a way to shield himself from his ability." She commented, scribbling the information down. "Withdrawing inside of himself so he doesn't feel the intrusion of other people's emotions." And then never figured out how to let the shielding down in order to connect with others.
"Mmm." He agreed distantly. "Kudo or Mouri next? They're so close it's hard to tell them apart."
"Which ever you can see the most clearly." She urged him.
"Mouri. Speaking of shielding, hers are impressive. Solid. Think that's about all she can do. She layers herself over Kudo, protects him as Edogawa. He seems to be some sort of telepath. Doesn't appear to realise it."
"Passive ability." She expounded. "It's one of the ways he catches people, they think too loud at him. He thinks they're hunches."
"Killing people isn't something that is exactly conductive towards peaceful thoughts."
"You'd be amazed." The blond muttered. "Pause a moment, you're starting to look pale."
He nodded, pulling back away from the papers again and sprawling against the bench, panting slightly for breath, as if he'd just finished running. She opened the bottle and pushed it into his hand. "Amino drink." She informed him. "Will restore some electrolytes and minerals."
"Thanks." He took a swig of it, then contented himself to sip. "There's shadows there, but it's kind of odd. Like they're being watched, but it's not necessarily malicious. It -could- be, but isn't."
She grimaced, but wrote the information down. "Eat something too. Keep your blood sugar up."
He didn't bother wasting time nodding, simply scooped up the banana and began to quietly munch on it, alternating it with sips out of the bottle. He finished the fruit and about half the bottle before setting them both down and picking up the paper again. She watched him run his fingers down the names again, attempting to pick out the ones that were familiar.
Then he made her jump by startling, dropping the papers with a yelp. "She SAW me!" He said, wide eyed with shock.
"-Saw- you?" She repeated sceptically.
"Yes!" He jabbed a finger in the direction of the paper. "Toyama! Well, not exactly -me-, but she could tell I was looking at them. Like a... a... like she could see me or something. Looked right at me and told Hattori that there was someone there."
"Aura reader?" The blond mused, writing this information down.
"I dunno." He picked up the papers again, eyebrows coming down in another scowl of concentration as he focused once more. "Found Hattori. He... seems to have a history seeing the future. Dreams. Not often, just certain events and people. He's laughing at Toyama."
"Come back before she sees you again." She urged.
He pulled his hand back with a vindictive yank. "Not a problem."
"Any sign of them being watched?"
He shook his head, leaning back again, shadows now haunting the underside of his eyes. "Not that I could see, but was kind of distracted there."
"Thanks." She retrieved the papers from the lax grip in his hand. "That's enough, no more today. Eat the chocolate. Drink."
"Yes, Ojousan." The reply was delivered with a bit of a smile, amusement at the commands. "Anything else, Ojousan?"
"Not at the moment." The news wasn't quite as good as she had hoped, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been. "Thank you, Kaitou-san."
"My pleasure. Glad to help." He gave her a lopsided smile. "And thank you for the help."
"Help?" She echoed, puzzled. He rose, finishing off the drink and stretching. "I think you might have it mixed up. I'm a bit sensitive, but that's about it." Her main ability seemed to be knowing when a member of the Black Organization was near. Cold sweats, shivers and panic attacks weren't exactly the most useful for maintaining a low profile in the face of your worst nightmare.
"Right." He leaned down, scooping up the chocolate bar and sticking it in his back pocket. "And I'm able to do that normally. You're an amplifier, Ojousan."
With a wave and a grin, he quickly vanished into the depths of the park, his voice echoing in her ears past the time he disappeared. "Take care, Ojousan!"
She stared after him. Amplifier? Couldn't be. They'd tested her, in the laboratories.
... but they hadn't done so around anyone with ability, her traitorous mind suggested. She shook her head, dismissing the thoughts from her mind.
The Kaitou was just playing with her, a slight revenge for pulling him into helping her against his will. She hadn't been sure if thinking at him hard enough to give him her back-story would work after all.
But it had. And he had helped.
With a faint growl, she scooped up the papers and shoved them into the pack, sliding off the bench. She grabbed the two empty bottles to toss into the nearest recycling receptacles and made her own way through the park.
Kudo and the rest of the Shonen Tantei were waiting for her at Agasa's.
-fin-
Conversationalists are Haibara Ai and Kuroba Kaito, just in case anyone's confused.
Question for those we chatted with a year or so back (Ysabet, Becky, Loqi, Keet, Hauntress, etc). Looking for a story we were working on at that time that we can't find. It was a split story (like 'Immortality' or 'Together''), half of it dealing with a Kid hiest in the present, half of it dealing with the Black Ops going after Toichi in the past and missing.
S'driving me nuts, cause once something's out of our head, we can't go back and re-write it from scratch because it's gone. The idea is there, but the words are gone. >_< And now the plunnie is biting to be finished.
If no one has it, s'okay. Just trying to find out if we should hang on to the plunnie or let it die.
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Date: 2005-02-08 10:36 pm (UTC)plunnie search
Date: 2005-02-08 10:52 pm (UTC)*huggles* Luv and Peas! ^_^
~Becky
Re: plunnie search
Date: 2005-02-09 11:07 pm (UTC)*happy dances*
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Date: 2005-02-09 10:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-09 11:08 pm (UTC)Not sure... that's really all I got.
Anyone interested in continuing it, go for it!!! XD
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Date: 2005-02-11 02:11 am (UTC)X.x...
*slow grin*
Date: 2005-02-10 04:39 am (UTC)*snickers* Good touch with Toyama "seeing" him... I hope the plunny breeds a bit of a continuation, you've a fun set-up with this. *huggles and wanders off to locate DINNER*