Brothers? With HIM!?


Overall Info Rating: G - R.
Death: ...Conan is very likely to get himself killed... but ping me first.
Smut: N/A. He's seven.
Yaoi - Het - Yuri: Seven. Year. Old.



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Conan is a super awesome detective- I am not. He is highly, highly observant and notices the smallest of details- I'm not kidding the smallest. His Methods follow that of Sherlock Holmes for the most part as he knows the small details make up the big picture. So! What can Conan deduce from your character?

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!Power Assisted Kick Shoes - These shoes, as you can tell by the link are not ordinary shoes. They have three main settings to them. Low, Medium and High.
Most of the time someone comes in contact with these shoes they will be on the Low Setting. Which is probably a bit more harsh than a high school soccer star's kick but the worst it can do is knock someone out and leave a nasty bruise. The Medium setting isn't used so often since it went right through a tree. The Highest setting has only been used once in canon, and that was to stop a man from stabbing a child.

To make it easy on everyone, I will specify if the setting is NOT on low. He is also not going to kick something at the first thing that moves. It is for self defense and breaking down doors.

<b>Do you understand that Conan is not out to Kill anyone and will mostly be using the low setting unless otherwise stated?</b> <b>Are you okay with your character Getting a soccer ball or other house hold object to the gut should they do something where Conan must act in self defense?</b>

To keep from letting myself get mind numbingly bored I'm starting writing prompts for all my characters. I'll use Canon, and Mayfield verse

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[Conan has gotten his shoes back! Yay! So that means he'll be taking a kick ball over to the edge of town where you end up on the other side. He carefully sets the ball down and backs up a little, bending down to crank up the power on his shoes to the high setting before running at the ball and kicking it full force- watching to see how far it would go.]

Aaagh-!

[It isn't long before the ball comes right back through in a straight line and smacks right into Conan- throwing him face first to the ground.]

[Action! - Early - Early Morning. 5AM early. Outside and Open to all.]

[After the mess with the milk bottle yesterday, Conan had made sure he was up well before five AM and waited patiently for the milk to get to the house. He was not going to let anyone take the fall for him. If anyone was going to have to drink that horrible stuff- it'd be him.]

[He takes it off the door step and carries it behind the house and over to a hiding place he'd earlier located before taking the lid off and staring at the contents with disdain. After a short moment of trying to convince himself to just get it over with he takes a deep breath and brings the bottle to his mouth- no razor blades- so he keeps drinking. He doesn't stop until he absolutely must break for air.]

[After a few breaths he's at it again, downing the entire thing so that no one can take it from him. Once it's gone he drops the bottle and covers his mouth- he's not sure what kind of milk he's been stuck with today- but he does know one thing. All humans- to a point- are lactose intolerant- he's consumed an entire bottle and his stomach is not that big.]

[All in all. He has a terrible stomach ache now.]



[Action! - The rest of the day]

[Conan is not moving from his place curled up on his right side- he wants to settle his stomach as the only thing he's moved for is run to the bathroom and get violently sick. He's miserable and shaking a bit so he won't even bother with reading today- it's sleep this horrible stuff off and get ready to do it all again tomorrow.]

[Phone - open to all]

[Sounding all for the world like a very curious child]

Ne, ne! Everyone keeps saying not to drink the milk, and I've heard that it's poisoned- but what kind is it? Who would poison milk? Where does it even come from?

[Action - House hold only - evening]

[On the on the kitchen counter there is an almost empty bottle milk and a few glasses of the stuff seated beside it- several have a few thing floating in them- like a few blades of grass- a bug (which Conan actually did not put in there but if it wanted to sacrifice itself for science...) and the one with ice.]

[Conan currently is holding another of the glasses over the stove, turned on high- he's got a some tongs to ensure he doesn't burn himself as he waits, standing on a chair for it heat up. It's not the safest experiment for a seven year old to be doing, is it?]

[Action in the afternoon in the Library]

[Somewhere in a corner huddled behind a pile of books is a small detective currently reading whatever he can get his hands on that might be helpful. However, this is far more difficult than it would be normally since no book he's yet come across was written after the 1950s. Luckily for him, that left the Sherlock Holmes series available to him.]

[There are quite a few books he's already gone through- he reads pretty fast for a seven year old- especially since those aren't childrens' books.]

[Action in the evening back home - 768 Bunker St.]

[As it's getting darker outside Conan has settled into an armchair in the living room and has a mystery book propped open- he's done enough research for one day and now it time to unwinds a bit with another mystery. He hasn't had the book long- it's clearly from the library- and he's nearing the end of the book. This kid reads fast.]

[When Conan awoke he found himself tangled in a mess of sheets and laying on a mattress. Usually, the young detective slept on a sleeping mat so the idea that he was definitely laying on a-well, to be honest- pretty damn comfy mattress was a little concerning. He opens his eyes to stare at a completely foreign ceiling and is immediately aware he'd been taken out of the agency in the middle of nigh- but why?]

G-gah- [Thud. He lands ungracefully on the floor as he failed to untangle himself from the blankets before getting up and moving over to the door and quietly opening it- unlocked. Odd- he quickly takes notice this is a western style house and peeks out into the hall in case of guards- nothing. In fact- the hallway seems almost.. cheery. He gently shut the door behind him as he ventures to step out into the cheery hallway and make his way to the front door- something nagging at the back of his mind as he gently tries the front door- this one's locked but the lock is on the inside, at least.]

[He glances behind him to be sure no one's coming and slips out of the house- freezing at the sight of perfectly identical houses all lined up next to each other]

...O-oi.