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]

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."