Conan shivers as he rolls out of the snowbank he'd fallen into, and attempts to brush the snow out of his face. He'd fallen off the road while chasing after a suspect on his snowboard, and the resulting tumble had sent him down the slope and far away from any landmarks. Attempting to peer through the heavy falling snow he resigns himself to the hike and gingerly starts trudging through the snow. If he headed back up the hill, he had hopes of striking the road eventually.
Vermouth had finished her latest assignment earlier that evening. Originally she had been scheduled to leave for a nearby city, but the incoming storm had changed those plans. Besides the treacherous conditions, more people would be leaving the area to get out of the blizzard's path. More faces, more possible witnesses to notice her presence there. Not good for secret crime organization member who happened to also be a famous actress.
So Vermouth had found a place to stay, at least until the storm passed. She was on her way back there when she hears a soft crunch in the snow. Pausing, Vermouth mentally assesses her weapon options before moving off the path to investigate.
To her surprise, she doesn't find a wild animal or lost tourist. Instead there is the all too familiar tiny detective. What luck is this, good or bad, Vermouth isn't sure. Either way, she has certainly gotten herself into a situation. She can't just leave him out on his own like this. Conan freezing to death would not be very useful for her.
Thankfully for her, Vermouth's face is well covered by winter gear. Perhaps Conan won't recognize her immediately. As she approaches, she adopts one of her throw-away persona voices.
"I think I'm okay. The snow was really deep where I fell!" Which was to say that he had landed rather hard, but none of his injuries were bad enough to stop him from moving.
"Mmm, I'm staying there with some people. They'll be worried if I don't make it back."
"If you say so," she hums. Honestly, that response seems awfully fishy. Even with very deep snow, a fall that high should cause some damage. Vermouth won't bother pointing it out though.
"I see. But boy, that lodge is farther up the mountain. Some areas get quite steep and can be difficult to navigate even in good conditions. With visibility like this, missteps would be easy to make. Your friends would be more worried if you got hurt."
Not to mention, the heavy snow would likely leave them both lost in the woods. Not exactly a good idea. If they got stranded and news got out that he had contact with Chris Vineyard... All her effort to keep Conan away from the Organization's eye would be for naught. Vermouth would gladly bring him to his lodge if it was more feasible. Honestly, it would be better for her. That way he would be none the wiser to the Organization's presence there.
However, she also could not just leave him to wander on his own. The older woman leans, pensive as she makes her decision. When she does, she offers her suggestion in a friendly, soothing voice.
"How about this, we can go to my cabin and wait until the snow slows down enough to see. Then I'll show you the way back to your lodge. All right?"
"Of course," Vermouth says with a smile, lying through her teeth. The situation was not all right, but was it ever when she got involved? "I wouldn't mind at all."
"The cell reception isn't bad there, I've already checked. So you can message your friends to let them know what has happened."
Underneath her winter gear, Vermouth smile becomes more genuine. She nods.
"This way, then!"
She turns ready to lead the way. As she does, Vermouth offers Conan a gloved hand to hold. Not something she would normally do, but it suits this friendly false identity.
Vermouth is surprised he actually took it. He rarely bothers with the childish act around her anymore. Still, it is a welcome turn of events. She is less likely to lose the little detective in the blizzard like this.
Her hand closes over his in a gentle hold, and she starts to walk forward.
"Me? You can call me Christine," she replies, making up a quick alias. Using an existing one would risk others linking her to this place. "And what about you, boy? What is your name?"
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Date: 2017-03-22 01:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-22 02:01 am (UTC)So Vermouth had found a place to stay, at least until the storm passed. She was on her way back there when she hears a soft crunch in the snow. Pausing, Vermouth mentally assesses her weapon options before moving off the path to investigate.
To her surprise, she doesn't find a wild animal or lost tourist. Instead there is the all too familiar tiny detective. What luck is this, good or bad, Vermouth isn't sure. Either way, she has certainly gotten herself into a situation. She can't just leave him out on his own like this. Conan freezing to death would not be very useful for her.
Thankfully for her, Vermouth's face is well covered by winter gear. Perhaps Conan won't recognize her immediately. As she approaches, she adopts one of her throw-away persona voices.
"Boy! I say, are you lost?"
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Date: 2017-03-23 01:28 am (UTC)"Mmm, I think so. I fell off the road earlier. Do you know the way back to the lodge?"
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Date: 2017-03-23 09:58 pm (UTC)The snow is coming down awfully hard. Vermouth shields her eyes with a hand in hopes she can see better.
"You mean the main lodge? Yes, but it would be quite a hike in this weather."
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Date: 2017-03-26 07:54 pm (UTC)"Mmm, I'm staying there with some people. They'll be worried if I don't make it back."
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Date: 2017-03-27 11:23 pm (UTC)"I see. But boy, that lodge is farther up the mountain. Some areas get quite steep and can be difficult to navigate even in good conditions. With visibility like this, missteps would be easy to make. Your friends would be more worried if you got hurt."
Not to mention, the heavy snow would likely leave them both lost in the woods. Not exactly a good idea. If they got stranded and news got out that he had contact with Chris Vineyard... All her effort to keep Conan away from the Organization's eye would be for naught. Vermouth would gladly bring him to his lodge if it was more feasible. Honestly, it would be better for her. That way he would be none the wiser to the Organization's presence there.
However, she also could not just leave him to wander on his own. The older woman leans, pensive as she makes her decision. When she does, she offers her suggestion in a friendly, soothing voice.
"How about this, we can go to my cabin and wait until the snow slows down enough to see. Then I'll show you the way back to your lodge. All right?"
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Date: 2017-03-29 01:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-04-10 01:14 am (UTC)"The cell reception isn't bad there, I've already checked. So you can message your friends to let them know what has happened."
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Date: 2017-04-12 01:35 am (UTC)On the other hand, he was very curious.
"It should be okay, then!:
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Date: 2017-04-12 11:22 pm (UTC)"This way, then!"
She turns ready to lead the way. As she does, Vermouth offers Conan a gloved hand to hold. Not something she would normally do, but it suits this friendly false identity.
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Date: 2017-04-13 11:48 pm (UTC)"So what should I call you?"
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Date: 2017-04-14 12:17 am (UTC)Her hand closes over his in a gentle hold, and she starts to walk forward.
"Me? You can call me Christine," she replies, making up a quick alias. Using an existing one would risk others linking her to this place. "And what about you, boy? What is your name?"
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Date: 2017-04-23 02:47 pm (UTC)He tries to get a better look at her face, but between her winter gear, the snow and his shortness he still can't get a clear view.
"Conan Edogawa."
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Date: 2017-05-06 07:51 pm (UTC)Her voice seems to hint at a smile, though her mouth can't be seen. Vermouth turns at a clearing in the trees.
"It's nice to meet you, Conan Edogawa. The cabin is just a little bit farther."