[ he raises an eyebrow, but he doesn't look concerned in the least - no, he just looks amused. Either it's an ironic coincidence, or their Mr. White has a sense of humor. ]
We're quite the odd couple, then, aren't we? Especially because you seem to get into trouble much more often than me, monsieur detective. You scamp. [ Lupin reaches out and lightly taps his forehead, scolding, almost, though his roguish smile suggests it's more playful. ] I don't much like detectives... but maybe you can charm me into making an exception for you if you get your act together.
[ Akechi goes just slightly cross-eyed at that little tap, knitting his eyebrows together. He can tell it's playful, at least, but is he getting scolded? For getting into trouble that ultimately affected no one else but himself?
Well. That sure is a new experience. ]
Do I? I believe monsieur Arsene Lupin's reputation precedes him. [ Well, he can repay playful teasing with teasing, even adding a small wink to reinforce the thought. ] Besides, I'm only a rookie detective. Hardly someone you could consider a nemesis or anything of the sort.
[ okay, that's a fair enough accusation, but Lupin accepts it heartily. He only gets into the good kind of trouble - the kind where he comes out the other side with a bunch of stolen goods. ]
That goes without saying. There's no one I consider a nemesis. [ especially NOT herlock sholmes!! but yes, don't get ahead of yourself, pleasant boy. nobody is good enough for him! ] But we're getting off-topic. It's my turn to investigate you, detective. Mind telling me what happened to you?
[ Boy, Akechi sure is glad he didn't actually mention any names... Clearly that would have struck a Nerve or something... ]
Ah, I'm not used to being on this side of an interrogation... [ And he offers a light chuckle to go with his lame joke. ] But, I will do my best to answer your questions. Has Guren-san told you anything at all, though?
[ Akechi shakes his head once, though a soft sigh does escape him. It's not as though the experience was particularly traumatic - it was disorienting, in hindsight, but he didn't lose any blood or was hurt in any way, so there are no gory details to be shared. And considering Lupin took care of him all this time (though he didn't really need to be cared for, but that's beside the point) he owes him at least some sort of explanation. ]
Thank you, but this is fine. [ That said, he cups one hand over the other on his lap, considering where to start. ] The truth is, I don't think claiming I was attacked would be quite accurate, though I suppose I would have been, if I had fought.
[ Which he pathetically didn't. So he closes his eyes, takes another breath, then continues: ]
As we progressed further into the woods, we were watched by shadows, and at one point they seemed to ambush us. Three of them, one for each of us, took on the shapes of people we knew, and tried to sway us with beautiful promises... I don't remember it clearly, but I think Guren-san took down his shadow, and he helped Mochizuki-kun resist his, but I... couldn't do it.
[ he remembers what Minato told him before; it's probably worth bringing up with him on the off chance these are the same "Shadows" that he mentioned. Lupin listens quietly, considering Akechi's words in his head and trying to put them together with the other scant clues the town has offered them. For the moment, none of it is particularly insightful, but he's confident collecting information will lead to some conclusion eventually. ]
That sounds rough - like a challenge out of an old myth, almost. I don't blame you for getting tricked.
[ He cuts himself short with a cringe, the memory of that day - and the new, fake memories he received on that fated moment - haunting him without mercy. ]
To have fallen for such an obvious trick... [ He shuts his eyes, shakes his head once. ] How can I even call myself a detective like this?
[ And while it is true that he feels like a failure, it's hardly the only thing that bothers him about this ordeal. The face he saw, the promises... How could he be so weak? ]
[ at that, Lupin sighs a little - not disappointed or exasperated, simply knowing. He had a feeling Akechi might be worried about this part more than actually being put under some mysterious curse. ]
Even detectives make mistakes sometimes. It's a good thing, too, or else I'd probably be locked up. [ he shifts from his spot by the wall, taking a step or two over to rest a hand on Akechi's shoulder reassuringly. ] In all seriousness, don't be so hard on yourself. No matter how you look at it, your feelings were being manipulated by a power we don't understand yet. It's got nothing to do with your wits.
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[ he raises an eyebrow, but he doesn't look concerned in the least - no, he just looks amused. Either it's an ironic coincidence, or their Mr. White has a sense of humor. ]
We're quite the odd couple, then, aren't we? Especially because you seem to get into trouble much more often than me, monsieur detective. You scamp. [ Lupin reaches out and lightly taps his forehead, scolding, almost, though his roguish smile suggests it's more playful. ] I don't much like detectives... but maybe you can charm me into making an exception for you if you get your act together.
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Well. That sure is a new experience. ]
Do I? I believe monsieur Arsene Lupin's reputation precedes him. [ Well, he can repay playful teasing with teasing, even adding a small wink to reinforce the thought. ] Besides, I'm only a rookie detective. Hardly someone you could consider a nemesis or anything of the sort.
[ He's totally harmless, really. ]
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That goes without saying. There's no one I consider a nemesis. [ especially NOT herlock sholmes!! but yes, don't get ahead of yourself, pleasant boy. nobody is good enough for him! ] But we're getting off-topic. It's my turn to investigate you, detective. Mind telling me what happened to you?
I missed this one I'm gomen!
Ah, I'm not used to being on this side of an interrogation... [ And he offers a light chuckle to go with his lame joke. ] But, I will do my best to answer your questions. Has Guren-san told you anything at all, though?
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No, not really. I know you were attacked by something, in some sense of the word. Which isn't much at all.
[ he leans against the wall a little, tilting his head at Akechi. His attitude seems fine, but he still needs to say ]
... If you're not ready to talk about it yet, that's fine. I get it. But I'd like to know eventually.
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Thank you, but this is fine. [ That said, he cups one hand over the other on his lap, considering where to start. ] The truth is, I don't think claiming I was attacked would be quite accurate, though I suppose I would have been, if I had fought.
[ Which he pathetically didn't. So he closes his eyes, takes another breath, then continues: ]
As we progressed further into the woods, we were watched by shadows, and at one point they seemed to ambush us. Three of them, one for each of us, took on the shapes of people we knew, and tried to sway us with beautiful promises... I don't remember it clearly, but I think Guren-san took down his shadow, and he helped Mochizuki-kun resist his, but I... couldn't do it.
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[ he remembers what Minato told him before; it's probably worth bringing up with him on the off chance these are the same "Shadows" that he mentioned. Lupin listens quietly, considering Akechi's words in his head and trying to put them together with the other scant clues the town has offered them. For the moment, none of it is particularly insightful, but he's confident collecting information will lead to some conclusion eventually. ]
That sounds rough - like a challenge out of an old myth, almost. I don't blame you for getting tricked.
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[ He cuts himself short with a cringe, the memory of that day - and the new, fake memories he received on that fated moment - haunting him without mercy. ]
To have fallen for such an obvious trick... [ He shuts his eyes, shakes his head once. ] How can I even call myself a detective like this?
[ And while it is true that he feels like a failure, it's hardly the only thing that bothers him about this ordeal. The face he saw, the promises... How could he be so weak? ]
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Even detectives make mistakes sometimes. It's a good thing, too, or else I'd probably be locked up. [ he shifts from his spot by the wall, taking a step or two over to rest a hand on Akechi's shoulder reassuringly. ] In all seriousness, don't be so hard on yourself. No matter how you look at it, your feelings were being manipulated by a power we don't understand yet. It's got nothing to do with your wits.