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[desmondyokori]

"No I'm fine you just remind me of someone I knew. ", He replied finally color was returning to his face after he said that.

[askseramasumi]

"Well then, I can't really force you to stay or anything but if you sit down I can go grab you something to drink since I didn't mean to spook ya," she offered. "Getting scared can actually use up a lot of your body's sugar reserves so how about some juice or something?"

[desmondyokori]

"I'm fine really. .." He replied his face seemed to pale looking a into your eyes. He had a look of terror and comfort at the same time as he looked...he seemed odd but he recognized your family traits.

[askseramasumi]

"Hey, maybe you should sit down for a minute. You look really pale and I feel like this is sort of my fault. Sit down here and let me go get you a bottle of water or something. Maybe some juice in case your blood sugar is low. Are you allergic to anything?" She had noticed the recognition but did not comment on it. While she had absolutely no idea why this boy would be so terrified of her, she still felt that it was her duty to help him and make sure he was okay.

[desmondyokori]

a young man about 17 bumped into masumi, " Oh I'm so sorry, are you okay? " He then got a slight sick feeling to his stomach, seeing that she was related to shuuichi, the man who nearly killed him.

[askseramasumi]

"Oh, it's not a problem. I am kinda just sitting here in the way, aren't I? Sorry," she joked, shifting to move her legs back toward the wall so she wasn't quite so sprawled out everywhere. "To be completely honest with you, it's no wonder you're staggering a little. You don't look so good..."

[whiteknighthakuba-blog]

"Yes, that’s right." It didn’t surprise him that she didn’t already know his name, though Hakuba felt a little disappointed, regardless. He wasn’t nearly as famous as Kudou, after all, and his travelling schedule kept him out of the Japanese limelight far too often— at least for Baaya’s taste, apparently, given how often she complained to him about it.

"Hakuba Saguru. A pleasure to meet you, Sera-san. I’ve heard good things about you. From…" Hakuba tilted his head to look her over, curiously. "America, if I remember correctly. At least recently." He took a sip of his coffee. "Is that correct?"

[askseramasumi]

"Yeah, that's right. For the past couple of years. That's really where I started to take on serious cases," she explained, though she was still on alert. Masumi could be sociable and still keep some secrets.

"If you're Hakuba Saguru, then I guess that explains a lot. You're the Superintendent General's son and a private detective too." She had heard of him a couple of times, mostly during Kaitou Kid heists which he had failed to attend for any number of reasons. After experiencing that level of foolishness and puzzlement, she couldn't blame him for using any excuse to get out of it.

[askseramasumi]

"Know what I really hate?

"Sniper rifles.

"Sniper rifles and thieves."

[whiteknighthakuba-blog]

"Pardon me," a voice said from quite nearby. "Are you Sera Masumi?" 

Hakuba leaned against the wall just past the window, coffee cup in hand, and offered a warm smile. He hadn’t expected to see the other detective here, of all places, but he’d heard of her at the station and had always meant to introduce himself. 

"Detective, right?" 

[askseramasumi]

The voice hadn't so much startled her but it was surprising to say the least. She had ventured a little further from Beika and hadn't been expecting to see anyone she knew. It seemed that her idea had been correct, but this person still seemed to know her which was strange enough on its own.

"I am," she replied, glancing over at him cautiously. Blond hair and mixed features, polite manner of speech, knowledge of her profession, young age... "You must be one as well. A detective, I mean."

Guard up. He could still be one of them.

[askseramasumi]

Open Starter

Masumi was getting tired of these pointless afternoons shadowing the boyfriends of classmates' older sisters and the like. Rarely did they ever amount to anything and she would end up getting disappointed responses from those that asked her to do the job in the first place. Payment hadn't always been necessary but having someone say outright that her performance wasn't worth payment always put her a little on edge. It wasn't her fault that smoke didn't always necessarily mean fire. She did her job and she did it well.

Once again, the smoke had ended up just being fog and she cursed the idea of reporting in later. Plopping down on the windowsill of a busy shopping district she sighed and pulled out her phone, tapping away a quick text to her young roommate.

Another unproductive day...

[askseramasumi]

// I feel like this poor blog is dying and Masumi is feeling left out. Would anyone be interested in replying to a starter or anything like that?

"...it's about time you did something..."

[askseramasumi]

♡

For every ♡ I get I'll give a tip on how to win my muse's heart

Masumi is a lot more complicated than one would think. She likes gifts and praise and things like that but when it really comes down to it Masumi won't necessarily fall for any of that. The best way to get her to fall in love with you is to show her your confidence.

[diminutivemystery]

"You know, they do have White Day here, so you’d get your holiday with gift of chocolate from someone in a month’s time."

[askseramasumi]

"Oh, that's right... but I still have to wait a whole month... I've got it!"

"Will you buy me something sweet? I'll buy something for you!"

[diminutivemystery]

"What’s stopping you from buying chocolate or requesting some from a friend, then?"

[askseramasumi]

"That's not the point! It's receiving the gift from someone who cares about you."

[diminutivemystery]

"That’s their custom here, neechan."

[askseramasumi]

"Well, it's stupid. I want chocolate too..."

[askseramasumi]

"No one ever sends me any hearts! Not fair! Why do I have to be the one to give chocolates? We never did this back home!"

[wanderingmercenary]

For every "♡" I get I'll give a tip on how to win my muse's heart.

[askconan]

Love Week - day 3

She hadn’t replied to his text. She hadn’t answered when he’d tried to call. Ran hadn’t seen her, either. So where was Sera Masumi? What had started as a passing curiosity had become a non-stop irritation in the forefront of his head. He couldn’t even concentrate on his other cases - not that they were interesting at all. Nothing was more interesting than the mystery behind that crazy girl with the penchant for trying to take over his territory.

Obviously, there was only one thing to do.

Conan packed a backpack and headed over to the hotel where that Sera Masumi person was staying, marching with grim determination. He scowled at anyone who dared interfere with his mission. He was going to see her, one way or the other, and no one was going to stop him.

Due to this dogged stubbornness and solar-powered skateboard, Conan made it there without any major mishaps, and soon found himself stepping off of the elevator and making his way to Sera’s door. 

There he hesitated, steeling himself, and bravely knocked on the door. Sure there was the chance that the weird little kid would answer, but that didn’t matter to him at all. He just needed to see her, and everything would be all right again.

[askseramasumi]

She felt like she had been asleep for days. Maybe she had been. She just had no way of knowing from under the covers of her bed in the dark hotel room but a sudden knock at the door had jarred her awake and she slung the covers off of her face irritably. She wondered momentarily who would be visiting her in the middle of the night but the sliver of light from between the drawn curtains changed her mind. It was obviously later in the day then, even though she still felt sleepy and sore.

Sore...

Oh right. The reason she had been sleeping in the first place.

Lifting her arms up, Masumi inspected the dark bruises that covered her arms and the scratches on the back of her hands. There was even some swelling on her fingers and she figured that there were quite a few matching marks elsewhere on her body.

A frown.

Of course the thief would have to be a trained mercenary. Former special forces. Black belts in Tai Kwan Do and Karate. 280 pounds.

She should have known better than to chase him recklessly, especially without having info like that ahead of time. After the first cheap shot he had followed up with multiple fighting moves that she recognized from both practices. Catching her off guard wasn't the easiest and it hadn't taken her long to get her bearings back but by that time the damage was already done. But strangely enough, the bruises already looked like they were already starting to heal.

She grappled with her phone, finding it completely drained and groaned, tossing it to the foot of the bed for its uselessness.

Had that been another knock?

Lazily, she threw the blankets off the rest of the way and stumbled to the door, sliding it open and looking around the seemingly empty hallway before she looked down to find the little angry ball of anxiety.

"Conan-kun...?" she mumbled drearily. "What're you doing here?"

[askseramasumi]

Here is a familiar scene, once again a white dove pecks at your window, and just like last time you go to greet it. Though this time the envelope in its beak is closed and you must open it. After you do so you see a single name is written fancily in the middle of the card, and almost immediately the card starts to glow, warping and changing shape into what seems to be ribbon made of light. The ribbon wraps itself around your arm and painlessly tattoos itself to your skin, marking you as a target. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You are a target, your chaser is: Conan ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Important: PLEASE DO NOT SUBMIT THIS UNTIL MONDAY  (Feb 10). Being the chaser does NOT mean your partner will have to write out a full starter, they may if they  want to, but sending a starting ask is perfectly fine as well. Please be sure you have read the guidelines and remember to respect your partner. I will also be uploading the love chart on my account and tagging it under Love Week for easy searching, so don't worry about losing it for reference. Have fun and I hope you enjoy Love Week!

For the longest time, Masumi was completely stunned by what had just occurred. Her shock had actually caused her to miss vital clues to explain the impromptu show and now she was left wondering how it worked. Sadly there was no way to rewind and watch it again so instead she examined the new mark on her arm and wondered what it could really mean. It was definitely related to the event she had signed up for before. Valentine's was it? She couldn't quite remember. Joining had just been a spur of the moment thing and she kind of regretted not really looking into what she was agreeing to.

Oh well.

[askseramasumi]

It's early in the morning and you wake up to a strange pecking sound on your window. After adjusting to the glare of the sun you realize that is it a white dove that has perched itself on your windowsill. Curious, you open the window and upon closer inspection you find a large post card sized ticket in its beak. On the front are instructions while on the back there is a space for a number and a small marker clipped to the top. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You have been invited to participate in Love Week!

If you would like to opt out of this event please message me so that I know to take you off the list.

Love Week is an event similar to the curses that took place during Halloween and orchestrated by me and my muse Camie. It is centered in the Detective Conan fandom, but is open to any Fandom and OC's that would like to take part so everyone is welcome. Please be aware that the pairings will be chosen via roulette so there is a fair chance that you will be paired with any of the other muses that choose to take part, regardless of gender.

How it works:

If you choose to accept this invitation, have your muse write any number  from 1 to 20 on the enchanted ticket received, the number written will choose whether they are the shooter or the receiver of the "Cupids Arrow." The receiver will be under the spell of the arrow, and will do what they can to woo their "shooter" during the week of Valentines. Meanwhile the shooter will remain unaffected. More details will be explained once the shooters and receivers are announced.

Guidelines/Rules:

1. Please accept or decline by February 9th, this is when the pairings will be picked.

2. Please attempt to  make contact with your chosen partner at least once per day (if possible) during love week, (Feb 10-feb 14) Your replies may be as long or as short as you would like, have fun with it!

3. Please don't be afraid to contact me if you have any questions.

Masumi couldn't help but be a little confused when she found the bird perched on her window, especially one that seemed so easily adjusted to people. She took the pen and tapped it on her chin, thinking of a number. Numbers were never easy...

She quickly scribbled out the number 11 before giving it back happily. Whatever this was for, she was excited to help.