http://holmes_fanatic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] realityshifted2011-09-12 01:14 pm

[2] a pocket full of rye.

[First grade writing class would be dull for any seventeen year old. For one that considers himself, with some justification, something of a genius, it is soul destroyingly boring. Little wonder then, that as Conan’s hand mechanically copies kanji after kanji, his mind is elsewhere.

Not surprisingly, given the type of genius we’re talking about, his thoughts are on a case. Or – two cases. Mouri had dropped Azusa’s older brother’s disappearance as soon as the call from Yoko came through about a missing colleague -- Tch … that guy and his crushes …-- but the Detective Boys had looked into it for Azusa without luck. The police weren’t having much luck finding any trace of Sugihito Enomoto either … And Conan could only wait to find out what Mouri had learned at the studio. Uncle wasn’t a bad detective when he made the effort … but with Yoko there to distract him, was there any chance he’d pick up any clues?

Frowning, Conan's thoughts turned back to the disappearances that Guinevere had mentioned, and from there to the Astral Plane. When sitting in the first-grade classroom, listening to the sound of many pencils moving laboriously over identical workbooks, it was hard to imagine any place like the Plane could exist, much less some of the people he’d met there--]

Ah – uh.

[Travel to the Plane was indeed seamless. It was quite a surprise to go from sunny classroom to the depths of space.]

AAAAAAAHHHHH.

[And not a good idea to be sitting down when you made it. Conan’s kneejerk reaction to finding himself transported sent his school chair tipping. On the way down, his foot hit the first-grade desk, jarring it so that his pencils slowly began to roll off the desk while Conan’s desperate attempt to grab the desk to steady himself had him pulling his art kit with him instead. Great detective, sure, and used to making entrances, but sprawled on Astral Plane surrounded by paint tubes and crayons, Conan’s thinking this is one entrance he could have done without.]

[personal profile] ex_fatalist246 2011-09-12 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[To make this mess even better, Satoshi appears as if ducking his way out of a fall, and one of his feet plants itself on a paint tube. Hikari do like art. He catches himself from the fall with expert skill, but his glasses fall off his face to join the spattered paint.]

Sorry.

[personal profile] ex_fatalist246 2011-09-13 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Satoshi accepts them, putting them in his pocket.] Thanks. [He leans down, in order to clean up as much of the mess as he can.]

[ooc: sorry for lateness lately; things have been kicking up in life]
eyesofaserpent: (DRINK MOAR)

[personal profile] eyesofaserpent 2011-09-14 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
.......... You 'kay?

[Okay, so Crowley might be a little drunk... Alright fine, a lot drunk.]
eyesofaserpent: (Concentrate)

[personal profile] eyesofaserpent 2011-09-14 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[He still manages step over and pull Conan to his feet. Albeit he's a bit wobbly while doing it.]

Quite a tumble, sssquirt...
eyesofaserpent: (Flash Bastard)

[personal profile] eyesofaserpent 2011-09-14 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Weren't trying? That happensss.
eyesofaserpent: (Tea)

[personal profile] eyesofaserpent 2011-09-14 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks at himself a moment.]

'M not quite drunk enough.
eyesofaserpent: (No Good)

[personal profile] eyesofaserpent 2011-09-14 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Needed a breast of freth... Breath of fresh air.
eyesofaserpent: (Sunset)

[personal profile] eyesofaserpent 2011-09-14 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[His whole demeanor seems to fall, like he'd been holding all his woes at bay until just that moment.]

I knew it would happen.
eyesofaserpent: (Over the Shoulder)

[personal profile] eyesofaserpent 2011-09-14 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[He nods once, the picture of a man who has lost everything once again.]

He disappeared.
eyesofaserpent: (Unsure)

[personal profile] eyesofaserpent 2011-09-14 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
There are a couple buildingsss left... Ssstopped paying much attention when I couldn't find Zira anymore...
eyesofaserpent: (Concentrate HARDER)

[personal profile] eyesofaserpent 2011-09-14 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
He's dead. Like everything else in my world.
eyesofaserpent: (Thinking)

[personal profile] eyesofaserpent 2011-09-14 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
Being run through with a flaming sword would kill just about anyone.

[Losing Aziraphale again brings the memories of his death back up to the forefront of his mind. The look of surprise, horror, and regret that crossed his face as the sword pierced his body, the flames starting to burn him from the inside. He reached for Crowley as his body disintegrated. Yeah. Aziraphale is gone.]
eyesofaserpent: (Hmmm...)

[personal profile] eyesofaserpent 2011-09-14 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
I knew it wouldn't lassst.

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