Memory Cave

[voidtreckermods]

After the passengers see a glimpse of a life that is not their own they appear in a cave. It is light, a strange moss glowing on the walls and ceiling illuminates the cave nicely and it is large enough for them to pace around in without trouble.

They are not alone. In the cave with them is another voidtrecker. Maybe someone they know well, maybe someone they have only seen in the aisles of the train. But they are together in this cave together.

The cave has no exit, at least not yet. They know that it will, eventually. When the time is right.

But for that time to come, they first must talk...

(OOC: For reference: memories!)

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[deductiongeek]

Another frown. "What was it that the dragon did?"

Conan sighs. He wasn't good at comforting, and he knew it. He'd developed his skills to uncover the truth behind a death when everyone was telling lies. Not to reassure someone who knew that he'd been murdered.

"Those people....Did you know them?"

[luckydragonsfoot]

"...Back then, they'd have been family."

Katsuya's voice is distant, and so is his gaze- but it is distant in the way that those who have seen things can be. He is stable, and grounded, but mourning in a way that cannot be described. "...Th' kid was my best friend. He's th' one who got me outta there after, an' got me 'nough stuff t' run off and start life somewhere else. He'd wanted t' help. ...'nstead he watched 's grandma, an' all th' other oldest in th' village rip out my soul," he hisses, the sound cut short as he swallows.

"...Or part 'f it, anyway. ...D...Dragon..." Katsuya's voice cracks- his eyes water, and he holds them back. "...He replaced it...w'th himself...he didn'...he couldn' exist again, all there was, was like...some kind 'f pet, 'r animal, livin' in my shadow...'cause he replaced part 'f me, an' he couldn' take tha' back... ...'cause t' him I guess...watchin' me die was worse than 'f he pract'cally did th' same," he whispers, wiping at his face.

[deductiongeek]

Having that done to you by your family was horrible. Worse that he'd obviously been a child when it happened. But... Conan had spent his entire life teaching himself how to remove emotions when thinking about murder. And this was not the first family murder he'd seen.

He suspected that revealing that fact would not be helpful right now.

But all of that is immediately put to the side, as he takes in the latest reveal.

"....You have a dragon in your soul," he says blandly. The sheer illogic in that would catch up to him in a moment. "Is he still there?"

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Hah?" What. Katsuya blinks. "Gettin' technical everyone's got 'somethin', jus' a matter 'f it bein' awak...e..." As quickly as he starts saying it, he slowly realizes what he's saying. And technically he knows he's right. It's what the past life self lived by, but. Well.

"...Huh. ...I...guess it might be..?" He rubs his head. "...I...I don' know, I guess. ...Hones'ly 's like I said. Most 'f th' stuff fr'm back there...'s all kinda fuzzy, or at leas' it was. I could r'member bits, but it'd be all vague. Rewatchin' tha.... ..." Katsuya shakes his head, and shoves it aside. "I'm gonna be real, I don' know what t' do w'th tha'. I mean....duels bein' 'real' w's one thing, same as seein' shit b'fore it happened but..."

It's all just a bit much. "Jus'...a lot, y'know? I mean shit, yer takin' it better than I am!" Which in hindsight isn't a very good sign, he should probably ask about that.

[deductiongeek]

"That kind of seems like the kind of thing you should check." It probablywasn't a problem, since Jounouchi had obviously lived through his life so far without anything showing up. But still, that was a big thing to not be sure about.

Conan shrugs. "That was your life, once. I'm just an impartial observer here."

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Oh yeah, great idea," he snorts, tone dry. "Got any plans on how t' check f'r magic soul dragons?"

With an added huff, he scratches at his ear- one brow raised quite high. "Give y' tha' f'r th' shit on my end, sure. But what abou' th' stuff on yer end? I wouldn' say y' took it great, but y' took it pretty clearly, tha's f'r sure."

[deductiongeek]

"I'm a detective from a world with no magic or dragons. You're probably be more successful asking someone else about that." Conan knew his area of expertise, and souls were definitely not it.

He moves to shrug a little."It was painful at the time, and the situation was dangerous. I don't recommend trying to navigate a cave with that much blood loss, and I'd rather not do it again. But that's all long in the past now. The kids got me out of there in time to reach a hospital, and the police were waiting at the exit to arrest those people." He frowns a little, but it quickly settles into stubborn resignation. "With my life, I don't have time to linger over a situation that ended well enough."

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Great. Too bad anyone else fr'm th' magic 'n dragons world ain' ev'n aware 'f this shit..." Well isn't this just a great pickle to be in! Though then again Kaiba was weirdly receptive...

Hrrrrrnnnn....

"Err...w'th 'your life'? I know from what y' were sayin' las' time 's apparen'ly dangerous but uh...speakin' as someone w' some scars 'f their own, should I be gettin' worried abou' how many you've got?"

[deductiongeek]

"I know there are other magic users here. Its possible one of their worlds had something similar."

Not that he actually knew how any of that kind of things worked. His one encounter with magical healing so far and temporarily and accidentally deactivated the apotoxin in his blood.

Another shrug. "That wasn't the only time someone has shot at me. Its just the only time I was badly injured by it." Most of the other times the bullets had just missed, or they'd just been superficial injuries. Nothing a few stitches couldn't fix.

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Er....y'know magic's still got rules righ'...like. Differen' worlds differen' rules..?"

Whatever, fine, he'll have to just. Fumble it. Yeah.

"Righ'. So yer jus' shot at plen'y." He frowns. "Y' know tha's fucked up righ'? Like, speakin' as someone who got t' deal w'th evil gods an' crap, tha's fucked up."

[deductiongeek]

"I am a detective," he points out. "I chase after thieves and murderers. It isn't really that surprising that some of them object."

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Ohhhh, so all d'tectives where you're from get shot at on th' regular then? My mistake!" he snorts, smirking wryly.

"Man, ev'n if tha's normal, it's screwy- 'specially if yer supposed t' be hidin'. How hard did th' disguise fall?"

[deductiongeek]

Conan frowns at him."My disguise hasn't failed? Most of the times I've been shot at had nothing to do with my identity."

He doesn't realize that this actually makes it worse.

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Ok so like, y' realize why tha's worse righ'? Like. Yer sayin' yer gettin' shot at....and it doesn't have t' do w'th y' bein' a detective. Tha's worse!"

[deductiongeek]

"It's because I'm a detective that I'm there," he points out. "I'm just saying that it isn't because of my identity or my disguise. Its usually just because I'm there as an inconvenient witness or because I'm in the way."

Somehow he thinks this makes it better.

"And it's better for it to be me than a real child."

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Okay! But NONE OF THAT MAKES IT GOOD??" he chokes, still sitting, but very much more energized.

"Like y' keep makin' these excuses an'...Fuck! I never try an' say bein' stabbed by a card-game's good! It sucks! It fuckin' sucks, an' it shouldn' be happenin', ev'n if it is! So why th' hell do you keep making excuses f'r why you're gettin' attacked! It ain' better f'r ANYONE t' get hit, by anythin'!"

[deductiongeek]

Conan just stares blankly at Jounouchi. He wasn't really understanding what he was so upset about. He'd signed up for a dangerous career. It wasn't really surprising to him that in dedicating his life to stopping criminals, some of them would object.

"I don't enjoy being shot at or stabbed or tasered," he says at last. "But knowing how to deal with that is part of my job."

At least he hadn't mentioned his experiences being buried in an avalanche, dropped out a blimp window or thrown off a building.

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Y'know casually acceptin' that yer gettin' shot tha' much ain't exactly healthy either? It ain't abou' if y' enjoy it man, like. I'm just sayin', unless most d'tectives an' cops have th' same issues on th' regular, as much as you? Kind 'f a sign somethin' ain' righ'. An' tha's without th' part where yer a pipsqueak," he adds with a point.

"Put aside th' part where you're a d'tective. You look like a kid. But it's still happenin'. Which means either y' ain' tha' great at it, or you an' th' other real kids, are gettin' int' this shit way more than y' oughta." He pauses, looks up in thought, and adds- "Or yer cursed. Don' say 's fake either, y' never know what's fake or not w'th this crap."

[deductiongeek]

"I'm not cursed," he complains. "And I don't need an exorcist, and I'm definitely not followed around by a shinigami. I do hear the police rumors about me." Not that they tried to hide it very much.

"I just happen to run into a lot of dangerous cases."

He side eyes Jounouchi. "And for the record, my record of solved cases is 100%."

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Didn' say shit abou' an exorcist, jus' that y' sound cursed," he hums, shrugging. "Hones'ly, I'm pr'tty sure most exorcist priest stuff doesn' even work. Also, if yer cursed, it wouldn't be some kinda death god, even if you were at a bunch of murders, b'cause apparently y' got a 100% clear rate goin' on!"

If anything, Conan is probably haunted by the spirit of crime solving, or something. Anyway. "All I'm sayin', is that if you jus' happen t' keep runnin' int' shit that ev'n the adult cops an' detectives ain', something is wrong."

[deductiongeek]

"I'm fairly certain that curses aren't real in my world," Conan points out. "For one thing, I've never run into anything supernatural that wasn't easily proven to be a hoax."

He shrugs.

"For me, its always been that way. I'd say its bad luck, except I don't believe in that either."

[luckydragonsfoot]

"Alrigh', whatever y' say. Whatever it is, it's shit, an' you're way too normalized t' it t' be hones'. I got tha' from jus' a little bit." It's a pretty yikes deal, even if he...can't actually do much about it he supposes.

[deductiongeek]

"I might be normalized to dangerous situations, but I also have the skill set to handle them," he points out.

[luckydragonsfoot]

"An' tha' makes it any better..? Y' could say I have th' same skill set too y'know." He rubs his head, shrugging. This, ultimately, is going nowhere.

"Jus'...maybe don' take it so lightly, I guess. That shit'll leave its mark ev'n if y' think it doesn', trust me."