Conan Edogawa - Case 030 - [In Person]

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

[Conan is angrily playing soccer by a wall he can kick the ball into when he so feels the need. He's not a happy camper and this happens to be his way of blowing off steam.

Every time the soccer ball comes back he kicks it right back at the wall- he's so wrapped up in blowing off steam he's not really aware of anything going around him right now]

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[stalking_horse]

It's the Author. She brought Gin and Vermouth here.

And put us up against an undead version of Albert Fish with powers.

[Him? Mistrustful? Never.]

We do want to discourage him from getting the idea that Conan and Shinichi might be the same person. [No, you're not going to like where this is going, although it is with a very very cautious tagline.]

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

I don't want Kuroba in that kind of danger.

-...but...

I suppose, if I was able to monitor it and tell him when and where to appear as me then it wouldn't be so bad.

[stalking_horse]

We're all in danger on this; it's a matter of calculating the risks and deciding which risks taken will work in our favor and maybe put us at LESS risk later.

And he's been at being their target longer than either of us.

[Deep breath] What he did there wasn't such a bad plan, really - it was controlled in who he was letting see him; he didn't show himself around where Gin would be, it was circumstances where he'd have plenty warning if Gin was about, and it gave an eyewitness who's now seen both of you together. Ideally, that's what we'd want - controlled circumstances and getting other eyewitnesses. That, or locations too public and busy for Gin to risk trying anything. Coordinating it would make it easier.

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

[...] I guess I can't argue there.

[he lets out a heavy sigh]

But-if it were you-I mean if you were in my shoes would you still think that way?

[stalking_horse]

Yes. [That ... doesn't really have much hesitation.]

We might, one day, bring them down and get them facing their crimes. But unless we're willing to use every chance we have to defend ourselves? Either we'll not manage to wound them more than a prick in the ankle, or whatever we do, will be a fast, bloody blaze of glory that none of us will survive.

We don't have a safety net. There's no-one but us to look out for ourselves here.