realityshifted | ☇ 04 | I think I'll find another way.

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☇ 04 | I think I'll find another way.

[ In the kitchen this little kid can be seen sitting at a table, dressed warmly with her hat lying in front of her. Her cheeks are still somewhat red from having been out on the mountainside all day and her hands are wrapped around a mug of hot cocoa to warm herself up.

Taking a sip there is a notable sigh to be heard before she yawns-- another day, another dead body. What with being a kid and all, one would think children don't find themselves getting involved in homicides. Of course she can simply blame it on the kid detective while drinking her cocoa peacefully.

This also means she should be bothered at great lengths. ]

[ ooc: Just a minor canon update to chapters 556 through 558 because it was about time for one. /has been lazy these days ]

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[ sips cocoa ] Trip to a snow lodge.

Edited 2010-03-11 21:56 (UTC)

[a nod]

[then a pause]

Does it have climbing equipment?

It may, I was only observing everything during the trip.

Any type of grappling hook would be helpful.

[he is maintaining his deadpan about this, as if it perfectly normal to want a grappling hook after tripping on, uh, stairs]

[ And suddenly it's a deadpan-off! ]

... Why?

They're high stairs.

Exactly what sort of stairs are these?

Top floor of a museum.

What about an elevator?

I didn't fall out of an elevator.

There aren't any elevators in the museum that will take you to the top floor.

I'm familiar with this museum's layout.

[ this conversation feels like it's going in circles ]

What's on the top floor of this museum then that requires the use of a grappling hook to get up the stairs?

[calmly] I feel off the stairs. I'm trying not to hit the ground.

... Hang on a moment.

[ Setting her mug down she turns in her chair to hop down, but she's gone before her feet touch the ground. After a moment she returns with the requested item in hand.

Hold it out to him-- ]

I'll wait here for it to be returned. I have to get it back to Agasa before we leave.

Edited 2010-03-15 21:24 (UTC)

I won't be long.

[Satoshi accepts it and vanishes. He returns with the item in one hand and his glasses, broken, in the other]

Thank you for your assistance.

That certainly wasn't long.

[But the skepticism returns as she looks to him, eyebrow raised, at the sight of his broken glasses.]

[with the barest hint of a smirk] I climb quickly.

[Yes, he does know how outlandish this all is.]

[Why are all of the detectives she knows so troublesome?]

I take it you were able to do whatever you needed to get done?

[It's in the job description] Sort of. [He pockets his broken glasses.]

[Does getting told off by a chemist also fall under the job description?] Oh? Did something go wrong?

[She is the first chemist he knows.] No more than usual.

[There always is that first for everything.] Hm. [Indicates the grappling hook.] Are you going to be needing this again in the future?

Probably not. [Hopefully not, anyway. He hates falling off of roofs.]

Then let me go bring this back so that it's one less thing to be done.

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