InfiniteDaze
Too lazy to leave the house
- Location
- I wish I could stay
Good idea.
I need your votes!
Better time it then; like say the most votes within an hour. That way, the GM doesn't need sort through too much clutter votes.
Just found this. Fucking brilliant.
The Exploits of Phantom Blue: An IRTDAABC Omake
Police Captain Jon Markus was not having a good day. He bit down savagely on the end of his spent cigar before spitting it into the bin as he passed, muttering expletives under his breath. The Cold Walk, one of the world's most valuable paintings, had disappeared into thin air. The cameras had simply shown it as there one frame, gone the next. Motion detectors had picked up nothing, as had the heat, pressure, noise and air displacement sensors.
The laser tripwires hadn't. The alarm didn't. The guards had seen nothing, their dogs had smelled nothing, and their long-range observation team, tasked to keep an eye on the overall picture from afar so that they could cover some of the inevitable blind spots hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary.
He stepped into the display room - the largest, most opulent part of the gallery, once filled with sparkling jewels and filigreed decoration, now stripped bare - and sighed. Stumping over to the forensics team, he clapped Old Man Fred on the shoulder. "Whadda ya got f'r us, Fred?"
"... Nothing, sir. There are no footprints, no fingerprints, no skin flakes or dropped hairs or even scuff marks. The windows weren't forced or picked, the electronic door remained shut all night and the ventilation shafts are too small for a man to fit through. It's a locked-room mystery, sir, and one we don't have the answer to."
Little Ricky, the newbie on the force, had been tasked to accompany the Captain so that he could get a taste of a real crime scene. He frowned. "What about secret passages?"
"Checked for and examined. Nothin'."
Jon grunted, moustache twitching. "Looks like we got 'nuther cold case, boys. Ain't nut'n more t'find here."
Old Man Fred sighed and straightened up slowly, one hand pressed to his lower back as his aging spine let out an unpleasant series of cracks. Little Ricky's eyes were wide, and Jon briefly remembered his own disillusionment when he realised that the police weren't indefatigable, relentless avatars of justice, but just guys with a badge and a gun who got just as stumped as anybody else.
"But Captain, who could possibly have done this? It would take some sort of genius thie-"
Everyone stopped, then, as one, turned their faces to the sky.
"PHAAAAAAAAANTOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
Just found this. Fucking brilliant.
The Exploits of Phantom Blue: An IRTDAABC Omake
Police Captain Jon Markus was not having a good day. He bit down savagely on the end of his spent cigar before spitting it into the bin as he passed, muttering expletives under his breath. The Cold Walk, one of the world's most valuable paintings, had disappeared into thin air. The cameras had simply shown it as there one frame, gone the next. Motion detectors had picked up nothing, as had the heat, pressure, noise and air displacement sensors.
The laser tripwires hadn't. The alarm didn't. The guards had seen nothing, their dogs had smelled nothing, and their long-range observation team, tasked to keep an eye on the overall picture from afar so that they could cover some of the inevitable blind spots hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary.
He stepped into the display room - the largest, most opulent part of the gallery, once filled with sparkling jewels and filigreed decoration, now stripped bare - and sighed. Stumping over to the forensics team, he clapped Old Man Fred on the shoulder. "Whadda ya got f'r us, Fred?"
"... Nothing, sir. There are no footprints, no fingerprints, no skin flakes or dropped hairs or even scuff marks. The windows weren't forced or picked, the electronic door remained shut all night and the ventilation shafts are too small for a man to fit through. It's a locked-room mystery, sir, and one we don't have the answer to."
Little Ricky, the newbie on the force, had been tasked to accompany the Captain so that he could get a taste of a real crime scene. He frowned. "What about secret passages?"
"Checked for and examined. Nothin'."
Jon grunted, moustache twitching. "Looks like we got 'nuther cold case, boys. Ain't nut'n more t'find here."
Old Man Fred sighed and straightened up slowly, one hand pressed to his lower back as his aging spine let out an unpleasant series of cracks. Little Ricky's eyes were wide, and Jon briefly remembered his own disillusionment when he realised that the police weren't indefatigable, relentless avatars of justice, but just guys with a badge and a gun who got just as stumped as anybody else.
"But Captain, who could possibly have done this? It would take some sort of genius thie-"
Everyone stopped, then, as one, turned their faces to the sky.
"PHAAAAAAAAANTOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
Thanks.Just found this. Fucking brilliant.
The Exploits of Phantom Blue: An IRTDAABC Omake
Thanks.
The omake was nice but as others have said, Phantom Blue, like Kaito Kid, sends a message beforehand that he's going to steal stuff before he does so and he usually leaves a calling card.
Obviously this isn't the work of Phantom Blue but one of his many rival, such as The Silver Panther or MOUSE or maybe it was the work of an enemy Stand!
Still, you get one of these fabulous prizes!
[ ] Meta-knowledge! (Choose a topic related to the quest and roll a d20 to determine what knowledge Takumi-kun acquires.)
[ ] Special Encounter! (Roll a d100 and in the near future, Takumi will experience a special encounter. Depending on the roll, Takumi may receive benefits in proportion to the roll.
[ ] Skill Rank Up! (Choose a skill that Takumi currently has and increase its rank, alternatively you can choose a new skill for Takumi to gain from a list.)
[ ] Mystery Heart (Roll a d20. A Phantom Heart will appear in Takumi's Phantom Drive, Heart bank. Will probably require future exposition to understand what you can do with it though.)
Eh. I'm not familiar with the source material. I'll keep that in mind if I write another one.
[X] Skill: Flamboyant Misdirection. A magician's life is show and hide, concealing the trick behind the trick itself. To get anywhere in the life of the stage magician, you must be proficient in the subtle ensnarement of an audience's senses, the redirection of their attention. The skill of Flamboyant Misdirection is equally applicable on stage, where an exaggerated gesture hides the palming of a card or ball, and in combat, where the sweep of a cloak may conceal the drawing of a dagger or positioning of a convenient stumbling block.
Eh. I'm not familiar with the source material. I'll keep that in mind if I write another one.
[X] Skill: Flamboyant Misdirection. A magician's life is show and hide, concealing the trick behind the trick itself. To get anywhere in the life of the stage magician, you must be proficient in the subtle ensnarement of an audience's senses, the redirection of their attention. The skill of Flamboyant Misdirection is equally applicable on stage, where an exaggerated gesture hides the palming of a card or ball, and in combat, where the sweep of a cloak may conceal the drawing of a dagger or positioning of a convenient stumbling block.
Hmm, this is part of magic trick skill so unless you want me splitting the skills into subskills, I recommend you either upgrade that or choose something else.
Um, first of all? there are no source material for this fic. It's all Shibosho Original tm.
Really? Could have sworn Phantom Blue seemed familiar from somewhere. Maybe I read something else by Shibosho. Whoops.