Game Over
Edogawa Conan, his eyes fixed on the ceiling of professor Agasa's guest-bedroom, drew a stark mind of contrast upon its pallid canvas. The Black Organization had brought him to ruin, but, so long as his identity was kept concealed, he believed there was still some flake, observing the peeling of decade old ceiling, the photo-negative constellations within, of hope. Conan knew he had the evidence to pull them down, but how could he, without the support of an open ear, make any consequence of it?
Having concluded his meeting with Eri Kisaki, Conan, folding in and aside the drapes of the vividly blanched room, through the customarily curvilinear window pane of the residence, waved her to her bug. Eri had shown a considerable deal of suspicion towards Conan, taking poorly to the tracking device he'd brazenly left in the vehichle. Distraught, but understanding Conan's designs, the bereavement shared between them, the situation was allowed to rest after a polite reproach of Agasa's guardianship.
Conan, kneading the brume from his eyes, could, double-taking in disbelief, discern the truth of what he was witnessing, though the play had already run its course, just outside the looking-pane. Seeing the miry spatter on the tassets of Eri's Mini Cooper, so uncharacteristic of her, Conan's eyes, never-blinking, cast themselves, almost instinctively, towards the subject of the perplexity. The flagstones of Agasa's gated driveway were painted, much like the cieling of his guestroom, now in great profusion, with shadow-blackened pearlets of the facilities of Eri Kisaki's once-cogitation. Legs askew and draping out into the sparse green, besetting red, of the lawn, Eri Kisaki had been yards short of her automobile when, gunned down in the shortest of order, she faced the treacle arch of the dimly lit adjacent window of Shinichi's gated manor, where two distinct shadows weaved in and ultimately out of frame.
IMKZ is Dead
Nauseating strobe lights illuminating the Beika streets, committing Conan's tacit unreality to gravity, he and Agasa both were apprehended to help addressing the murder of Eri Kisaki. Conveyed out the door-frame, brooding over the bloodied flagstones, Conan saw the strobing police lights, most abjectly righteous in reflecting off the dark ford of Eri's blood, and resolved himself to survive the Black Organization.
Toei- Kogoro
Burnsama- Jodie
Maor- Genta
ElFlapper- Okamoto Kohei
Shinichi-kun- Ayumi
Winter-Sonata- Gin
Coomberlane- Sango
Vuordda- Okino Yoko
Oltiken- Calvados
I_FKN_LOVE_GANJA- Vodka
Lothloran- Okamoto Shicho
Polychrome- Megure
Revolt1021- Andre Camel
Pdot19 - Ai Haibara
AA-dono- Mitsuhiko
Itachi- Edogawa Conan
Simonian- Ran
Shadowchild23- Bourbon
Alquez- Wataru Takagi
ClinT- Shuichi Akai
IMKZ- Eri Kisaki
KINGUBERMENSCH- James Black |