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Who:

veritadorata [closed]
Where: Violet City
When: The afternoon of April 3rd
Summary: Two magicians meet to talk about MYSTERIES.
Rating: G, PG at the highest
Log:

[Needless to say... in this storm, with those things wandering about, being outside wasn't exactly at the top of Kaito's list of things to do. But his last conversation with his fellow magician friend had left him curious and uneasy, and now that he was in Violet (the same city Battler claimed to be in) he was going to seek the redhead out for some answers.

He normally didn't pry any further into mysteries than what was necessary. Some things weren't meant to be known, and Kaito had long since earned a deep appreciation for the unknown. When someone brought up 'murder,' however... things were far, far different.

Right now, Kaito was darting through the streets of Violet City toward the inn, flinching as he brushed past a few flopping Magikarp and hopping Chinchou. If he didn't look at them, then he'd be okay... right? Right?

There had been no sign of Battler so far, but even if the spiky-headed magician was in a rush... he was keeping an eye out for a splash of red amongst the gloomy, rainy backdrop of the afternoon]

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[Thoughtful paaaaaause]

Some doors let you lock them before you exit. You twist the lock and pull the door shut, and while you were able to step outside, no one else is able to enter.

'S gotta be something like that.

Do chains set themselves too?

-- chains.

[That makes things much more difficult, but being a magician... Kaito knows nothing is completely impossible]

Assuming they're both murders, all the culprit would have to do is set up some kinda mechanism to close the chain from the outside. A wire of some sort. Something they can stick through the cracks.

[This... feels nostalgic. Of course, Kaito is not himself, and he's not Beato. He's not going to play with him, no... he wants the thief to understand, that's all.]

We can't use devices with no explanation, or difficult to understand.

-- oi. A hooked wire isn't difficult to understand.

[He's... getting there |D]

So, how did the murderer managed to kill both Eva oba-san and Hideyoshi-san when there's no sign of fighting? Did you examine their wounds? There's a wooden stake in there. There is no weapon that can shoot those, is there?

[... scratching the back of his head thoughtfully]

So is this how the game works? You said it was mystery versus fantasy... humans versus witches.

The mystery side is the one trying to explain how the murders happened through human means, right?

~~[SOB SO PROUD]~~

...yeah. This is a witches game. Humans need to solve every riddle, though the witch only needs to break one of the human's theories to win. It's a cruel game.

[snort] Favors the witches, doesn't it... I guess that makes a human victory all the better.

Do you really think so?

Then let's flip the chessboard for a moment.

You're the witch now, Kaito-san. For this game, you need to make a riddle tht has an explanation, a riddle that has logic. And you have to make it sound like it was magic, something humans can't do. All your game depends on that.

[snorts] Technically, I do that on a nightly basis.

Do you still believe the game is biased?

Ha... you've got me there.

...This is what I'll do. I'll do magic through words. I will... make a night Johto will remember.

[And he'll find his answer...]

Do you really think Johto has the answers you're looking for?

Why else would I be here...?

[The question was more to himself, but well, he did say it loud enough.]

... [and suddenly, it hits him]

You think you were brought here as part of your game?

[Opens his mouth.... but then closes it again. The gameboard, the pieces, the riddle, the closed room... he looks at Kaito. ]

It has to be.

Edited 2011-04-15 03:19 (UTC)

I dunno about that.

I wasn't a part of your game before I came here. I wasn't even a part of your world.

[THIS IS HIM TRYING HAD NOT TO-----]

I have a vivid imagination?

[---he did.]

. . .

You think I'm a figment of your imagination.

[...now, this was an awkward silence. How do you tell a figment of your imagination that you believe he's a figment of your imagination?

For the first time since appearing in Johto, he truly and finally believed he had gone mad.]

[Kaito takes a moment to give him a flat expression...

... before he bursts out into a series of laughs]

I can assure you 'm not just a figment of your imagination, unless you were the one who dreamed up Kaitou Kid.

Which I don't think you were.