MAKIN' MAPS.

[notatantei]

Makoto probably isn't the first to try this stupid act he's undertaking right now, nor is he likely going to be the last.

As it is, he looks to the chart in his hands (pen stored behind his ear for the moment), then down the hall, and then back to the chart before frowning.

"That can't be right..."

[OOC - I checked and double checked- though Shinichi

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[gin_the_kitsune]

Akio wanders up from behind, a still-steaming cup of green tea in his hands.

"Hn... I don't think that's going to work somehow."

[notatantei]

Good thing about being him is...

He has no clue who you are.

Makoto looks up from the map with a fairly wry frown. "And what makes you say that..?" ...

Also, nice hair.

[gin_the_kitsune]

"...Because the place changes all the time? I think the saying goes 'You're not in Kansas any more'."

Why thank you. The fur is just as nice.

[notatantei]

"Well there have to be some... Steady parts to it right?" Despite the fact that THIS HALL should not be HERE...

[never_returned]

"That won't work very well, Makoto-san," Conan said, though probably lacking the usual false cheer of most Conan's. Or cockiness, depending. Mostly he's looking at him with a sort of bored look. Also a couple years older, looking around twelve or thirteen.

But hey, at least he picked up the voice to make the right call.

[notatantei]

Eh-

Give him a moment as he looks at you and blinks a few times. Okay on the one hand you look... Kinda like Shinichi but...

"...Conan?" he asks almost hesitantly.

Because glasses, and child size probably mean Conan rather than young Shinichi really...

Regardless. "I thought there would at least be a pattern in how this place is arranged," he mutters, folding up the map with a frown.

[never_returned]

He can wait.

"Yes, Makoto-san," Conan said in response to his name.

"There probably is, but for places like these, even studying it for months and months isn't likely to reveal the pattern. It's too large and there's too many factors playing in," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Good effort on your part though, but it may be better to just follow the force of will idea."

Apparently, Mystery Dungeons are a common Japanese game thing. Hoh. :0

[notatantei]

"Hnn..." Great. "Like a 'Mystery Dungeon'..."

He sighs, stowing the paper in his pockets. "Should have listened to Akio-san..." At least he's talking to 'a Conan' though, and not someone... Else.

Speaking of Conans.

You have him a little confused in a 'why can't I map this building' way. "...Not to seem ignorant, but what exactly is the common 'similarity' between yourself and your doubles..? So far, all I've seen between yourself and the others is facial similarity..." Not his fault though- he started with edo! and girl! Conan really.

[shiragamisama]

He knows now, more of where he is. It confuses him slightly - to be in his forest, with his forest, yet completely separate from it. This has to be some place of the spirits, to allow such a connection.

He drifts along the corridors, faint rustling surrounding him, like wind through restless branches. He's not sure where he's going, but does it matter? He is here for now, and he will remain here until he returns to his Duty.

He pauses away from Makoto, his fall of bone white hair inclined in contemplation of him. It is-- himself. Yet not. There is something subtly wrong, some touch of plastic and technology that sets his teeth on edge.

"Good evening," he says hoarsely, polite nonetheless, the ghost of his old illness clouding his voice.

[notatantei]

"'Evening'," he says automatically, before looking up from the map with a start. Woah...

Woah woah woah that voice sounds...

He turns, jumping as he catches sight of the Shiragami. "Ngh- Y-You...?!" Shini- Wait why would Shinichi be in the Shiragami costume...

Is it even him, it could be an alternate or or or... (His thoughts may be running in real time, so don't be surprised if he seems to be simply staring at you in absolute terror and shock.)

[shiragamisama]

Though he is who he is now, he is no less sharp for it. He may not think like a detective any more, but the trained instincts are still there. To hear the way the boy in front of him stutters and jumps, and with the memories of how he came to be... he knows who he is speaking to.

He smiles thinly, inclining his head in icily polite greeting.

"Makoto-san."

-that awkward moment when you forget how Makoto addresses Shinichi... =-='' -

[notatantei]

Annnnnd there goes the theory of meeting a double.

Makoto swallows, but at least attempts (even if he fails) to regain some composure. "Ng. Sh... Shinichi..." Since they're using first names. (Though at least 'Shinichi' used 'san'...) "...You're wearing the Shiragami costume..." Which would imply coming from a moment just shortly after the case, if not during it.

Not. Good.