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“Wow!! You were amazing!!” Kyuu bubbled as Ryuu watched the murderer be lead away.
“Ah... heh... Thanks....” Edogawa Conan laughed nervously at the enthusiastic praise.
“Your detections were great! And the voice changing trick from behind the old man was genius!!!”
Conan froze.
“You really should join us at DDS!!” Kyuu rambled, oblivious. “You’d probably love it there!!”
“Do you run into people dressed in black?” Conan asked, voice cold. “With alcoholic code names?”
“.... no.”
“Then no thank you.” Conan quickly turned and stalked off.
Kyuu glanced over at Ryuu in hurt confusion. “Did I say something wrong?”
Ryuu shrugged.
-fin-
Kyuu and Ryuu are classmates from Dan Moritsato’s Detective School, known as DDS for short. They also solve murder mysteries, usually with some sort of trick attached.
They don’t find the Black Ops. but they do fight a group known as Pluto, who plots and arranges murders for people who want revenge. ^^;;
Yes, Kyuu really is that innocent.
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"Stop him, Al!" Edward called to his brother, waving an irate fist at the fleeing man.
"Okay, Niisan!" Alphonse immediately moved to block the man's escape route, his large bulk making a much better wall than a door.
This didn't appear to be a deterrent to the man, who used his momentum for a flying kick, impacting against what Alphonse's loincloth hid.
With a scream of pain, the man went down clutching his injured foot.
Alphonse nervously scratched the top of his helmet. "I guess the armour does have it's advantages..."
"Yeah." Ed agreed, grimacing in phantom pain. "I guess..."
-fin-
BrooklynX says:
*shoots somebody in the balls while playing a game* ....
Ysabet has strangely turned into an Icka!.. says:
Now, see... this is when being made of armour comes in as an advantage.
Someone can kick Al in the crotch and it'll hurt them more that it'll hurt Al.
Dogmatix: I'm ba-aaack says:
yup
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"'But either way, I wanna kill you, I wanna blow you away.'" Saguru raised an eyebrow. "These are song lyrics."
"Right. But she's done it on the water, dry land, in a church, just about any time or place." The frantic young man, named James, not Johnny, shivered horrifically. "Jezebel shows up with that horrible laugh..."
Kaito glanced over Saguru's shoulder, reading the note. "Reads like either a kinky exhibitionist list or a creative murder spree." He glanced up at James. "Ever consider she might be hot for your bod?" He offered brightly.
The purple haired man looked stricken. "... No?"
-fin-
Lyrics are 'Angry Johnny' by Poe. (Poe is a British singer/model. She does the vocals for the trance group 'Conjure One' as well)
During the course of plotting this fic, 'Johnny' somehow became Pokemon's James from Team Rocket, with his scary and highly disturbing not-fiancee Jezebel. ^^;;
In our head, one of the places that TGZ -may- go is a sort of Detective Agency, sort of like the Cat Agency in 'The Cat Returns'. This fic is following that train of thought.
*scratches back of head* *sighs* *wanders off*
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Date: 2005-08-01 04:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-01 05:19 am (UTC)>_< Ooooh... yes, Al would have a slight advantage there... *blinks ang grins* Poor James. Hmmm that could be a fun direction..
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Date: 2005-08-02 06:28 am (UTC)Poor Kyuu, but that Conan walks away from the offer says alot too. Of course he may not want to shown up either. Sicker.
Armor, like haveing your cup with you at all times. Safety first neiichan.
Whooooop that is hysterical, ya got to do more with that.
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Date: 2005-08-03 02:40 pm (UTC)As for the rest. XDDD Very enjoyable.
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Date: 2006-07-12 03:47 pm (UTC)Shinichi seems a bit out of character, though...