tornheart | Closed

Who: Vermouth and Conan Edogawa
Where: Leviathan Habitat
Summary: A long overdue meeting
Warnings: Filled with secrets

By now, Vermouth has had plenty of time to think over her current situation. While unexpected and jarring, the trials with the Shadows seemed no more threatening than her life back home. Although she dislikes being led along, she has realized that she has to adapt.

For that she needs information. Allies. Things that are much harder to come by now that she no longer has a world-wide organization to fall back on.

However, she had someone in mind.

A public discussion was out of the question. She had too many dangerous secrets, with the new addition of their Rebel activities. So she needs to be discreet.

Near the end of the drama club's meeting, "Christina" passes out fliers for upcoming events to each of the students. As she reaches Conan, she slips a small notecard in with the papers and hands it to him. On it is a simple message, plus a date and time.

What is your favorite part of the aquarium?

She'll be waiting for you, detective.

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From the moment he'd first recognized Vermouth here, he'd known this was coming. Ever since the last dream incident he'd been waiting for it.

At the requested time, he waits.

The shark exhibit is fairly dimly lit. This was mainly to keep people's attention on the display, but it had other benefits.

Like the opportunity to dramatically step out of the shadows.

Once Conan arrives, Vermouth walks forward from the darkened corner, her heels clacking sharply against the floor as she approaches. She's dressed in simple yet elegant fall style.

"So you came."

He glances at her without surprise. With Vermouth, waiting in the light would have been more of a shock.

"Was there any doubt?" They weren't allies, and he knew better than to ever trust her. But in this situation, there were things that needed to be said.

It could happen, even if she prefers to use a more thorough disguise when out in the open. Dramatics suit her better though.

Not allies? Why detective, you could hurt her feelings! While on opposite sides of the law, she sees him as an undisputable ally in her push back against the Organization. Or perhaps it would be more accurate that she sees him as a tool. The ultimate Silver Bullet.

"A sliver, perhaps. You can never be too certain." A wiser guy might have avoided being alone with someone so dangerous. She smirks down at him. "Still, I suspected you would not disappoint."

Conan trusted her to help out as long as it suited her own agenda. Ally might be a stretch.

He was quite certain that she'd be disappointed if he ever trusted her more than that.

"Considering the situation, there aren't many options."

Indeed she would be. He would hardly be a good weapon against the Organization if he was too trusting. A fast way to die, that.

Besides, trust is pretty foreign to her. Most likely it'd baffle her.

"Lucky me." They're also lucky that the aquarium is not terribly crowded at this time. Of course, it was mostly due to Vermouth doing research in advance. Vermouth turns and leans against the glass, arms crossed. She turns her head to watch the sharks swim pass.

"Though I must admit, I hadn't expected a creature with such a fearsome reputation to be your favorite."

He turns his head slightly to watch a shark pass by as he answers. "Detectives are like sharks, don't you think? Some sharks can detect even one drop of blood in more than 25 gallons of water, and they can sense even a little blood up to three miles away from their prey. Once they find the scent they pursue their prey to the end."

Vermouth gives a very short hum which sounds almost like a chuckle.

"Is that so? I suppose I can see your reasoning." The thoughtful moment passes, and she smirks darkly.

"Yet that sounds more like a member to me."

That earns her a sour look.

"I'd rather not start that debate."

Debating the philosophical differences between detectives and criminals was annoying enough when it was coming from that thief.

Aw, that's no fun. It not like she's the one linking detectives to a creature renown and feared for killing.

She shrugs, hardly seeming fazed at all.

"Suit yourself. Let's get right to business then."

"Business it is. What are your plans here?"

He suspected that this was a meeting for a truce, but it would be best to have confirmation.

"Hmm. I haven't decided yet," she answers airily.

This is not quite true. Yes, her intentions are not fully ironed out yet in this strange place where the Organization is no longer obviously breathing over her shoulder. However, Vermouth has at least developed a working plan: play along with the Velvet Room until she's figured this place out and enjoy her fake life while she can. A peaceful life is a rare luxury for her.

As for this meeting, she knows exactly what she wants. Information.

"What about you?"

"To solve all the mysteries behind this place and make it home again." Keeping Ran safe through it all went without saying.

Of course. Ran must stay safe no matter what.

Vermouth's smile broadens, unsurprised by his answer. "Oh? How far have you gotten in reaching that goal?"

"Not far enough."

He was extremely grumpy about this.

That is mildly disappointing to hear, though Vermouth hasn't lost hope in him yet. Shinichi had that dogged persistence that would be vital to dismantling the Organization.

Her face remains unchanged from her pleasantly amused demeanor.

"But of course. You won't be pleased with the pursuit until you have all the answers."

Vermouth flips her hair casually over one shoulder and reaches into her jacket pocket for a cigarette. Her hand stops as she remembers that this identity doesn't smoke. She smooths out the fabric instead for a recovery.

"Right now I can settle for less. What do you know about our situation?"

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