November Catch All

[spoilsfun]

Characters: Conan and Anyone
Date: Throughout November
Location: Various
Situation: Various
Warnings/Rating: Probably none


1. Wordsmith
Over the last month, a number of short articles had been submitted anonymously to a popular cryptid magazine. Thoroughly researched, they discuss the topic of potential cryptids with a kind of witty cynicism that had struck a chord with the magazine's audience.

The mystery of the author could be easily be solved by anyone paying attention to the small child sitting at an out of the way table in this cafe, as he pages through a stack of old newspapers and reference books.


2. Crime
By this point, Conan was extremely unimpressed by the kinds of petty crime that often showed up in the marketplace. Pickpockets, minor fraud, theft... He stopped it wherever he saw it, but it never seemed to end. With a annoyed twitch to his expression, he spots yet another crime about to happen.


3. Soccer
On some of the nicer days of the month Conan can be found out in some of the parks near the Dreaming Bridge. Some days he spends the afternoon kicking a soccerball around the fields, others he can be found practicing his trick shots up against a wall.

Comments

2.

[zohvin]

Today, Conan wasn't the only one in the marketplace with a sharp eye. The difference was that Zohvin didn't usually like to interfere, perhaps out of some mixture of pity and covering his bases. He didn't like to make a scene unless he needed to for some reason, and most of the time avoiding a scene meant keeping his mouth shut.

This time, though, it happened right in front of his nose. The thief, a castian man barely into adulthood, was just stuffing a string of rhinn in his pocket when Zohvin's hand darted out, grabbing his wrist forcefully. "I don't think that belongs to you," he announced loudly enough for the bresilykian that just had his pockets picked to take notice. That did cause a bit of a scene, but in the middle of the thief getting yelled at and lectured by his wound-be victim, Zohvin managed to slip away. It helped that everyone was paying far more attention to the castian than to him.

[spoilsfun]

Conan watches the confrontation with interest. As he was saved the trouble of stepping in himself, he is left with more than enough time to see everything. And now he was getting interested.

When Zohvin slips away from the commotion Conan is a step behind.

[zohvin]

Once free from the people that were clustered around the scene, Zohvin found it much easier to move through the crowd, picking a side street where there were a few less booths set up and there were fewer shoppers.

It didn't take him long to realize he was being followed, but it's still a bit of a surprise when he turns and sees that his pursuer was a child. After a moment of staring down at him, Zohvin asks in a bemused tone, "Can I help you?"

[spoilsfun]

Conan tilts his head, purposefully childish.

"Why did you do that just now?"

[zohvin]

"Why?"

Zohvin is a bit taken aback. He hadn't even stopped to think about why he had bothered to get involved this time, he had just done it, like he'd been flexing an old forgotten instinct.

"It was annoying to see someone pull a stunt like that right in front of me. Almost insulting, in fact."

[spoilsfun]

He makes an inquisitive sound.

"Why was it insulting?"

[zohvin]

"It was insulting to my intelligence."

Belatedly realizing that he had no idea if this child was old enough to understand that concept, Zohvin sighed softly and clarified, "The thief wasn't very good. Not good enough to hide it from me, that made it annoying to watch. I suppose that's why I stepped in."

"You're quite the curious youngling, aren't you?"

For Yuuko

[spoilsfun]

Conan leads the way into the library, navigating to the folklore and mythology section without hesitation. Just because he hadn't been interested in reading it up until now didn't mean he didn't know where it was.

Re: For Yuuko

[shaini]

She memorizes the route and the building as they walk, and once inside, moves unhesitatingly to the bookshelves, perusing the titles curiously. She pulls several books decisively onto her arm, then a few are rejected after a cursory look inside.

Once there is a decent sized selection, no more than 6-8 large volumes, she glances at him. "This should have a relatively wide variety of the most well-known and likely culprits in... ah, situations where one might encounter spirits or the 'supernatural'." There is a slight flicker of distaste for that last word to her expression, but it is one he will probably understand and use more easily.

She glances at the books and snorts softly, with a bit of frustration at the ways of this place. "I wonder what the transaction for borrowing them is?"

She looks around until she locates a librarian, holds the books out, and after a murmured conversation and some note taking, finds herself able to leave, with books, when Conan is ready

Re: For Yuuko

[spoilsfun]

Conan takes a quick look around and leads the way to a cafe just a few doors down from the library. And since it was Conan, he picks a table in the corner, with an excellent view of all the entrances and exits to the business.