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Late April Catch-All

WHO: Danny and Anyone
WHERE: All the cities
WHEN: Anytime in Late April
WHAT: Exploring the cities
WARNINGS: Watch out for puns

A. It had been a month since he'd arrived here. Again.

Danny figured it was about time he got out of Nonah and got to know some of the other cities. And how better to do it than from the air?

In one city after another he takes his time flying at the level of the rooftops, mapping out the streets and keeping an eye our for anything interesting.

B. Danny was in no hurry to get anywhere. He takes his time exploring as a ghost, occasionally even flying low enough to be easily spotted by people on the street.

If he was really lucky, he'd survive the entire trip without getting on the wrong side of any ghost hunters. And if not? Well is someone started shooting at him at least he'd know they were there.

C. Occasionally he changes back into a human to explore the cities in a more traditional way. On foot. He can sometimes be caught hanging out in parks or getting lunch at local fast food places.

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Against his better judgment, Max had braved the boardwalk burger joint during the lunch rush. The crowd was thick as ever, and he'd lost some time signing a few autographs, but what was a little time lost when that sweet, savory burger and seafood fusion awaited him at the end?

Did he say end? Maybe not. Because at this point, Max was pretty sure he was caught in a möbius strip of waiting in a shack of tantalizing smells behind the jerk in line who would never, ever let him have it.

Behind the counter, the girl at the register meekly shied away from the problem customer, looking visibly frightened and uncomfortable as she quietly apologized for this and that and whatever horrible crimes had been committed against his burger -- which, Max noted, was nearly completely eaten.

After a solid minute of nonstop verbal abuse, hungry and sick of the guy's attitude, Max chimed in just as the man asked how she could get his order wrong — "Hey, maybe she doesn't speak asshole!"

The man whirled, and Max suddenly had second thoughts about getting on the bad side of a college-age beach bodybuilder, but he'd bluffed his way out of bad situations before. Fake it 'til you make it, right?

Max turned to the black haired teen standing right behind him in line. "It's all about tone. He's got a very thick asshole accent, probably from the Entitled Jerk region, don't you think?"

Danny was just here for the food. He wondered how it was that he always got dragged into situations like this. It never failed.

On the other hand, he never missed a chance to give a jerk a hard time. He raises an eyebrow at the jerk as he starts to play along.

"I don't know, sometimes its hard to tell entitled jerk apart from jerky loser."

"True, especially considering they have a history of cultural overlap," Max mused, stroking his chin in thought. "Historically, there's a strong correlation with people who bother to pay for three hundred dollar designer shades and guys who berate fast food workers just to feel important."

Yeah, beach bodybuilder wasn't looking too happy. That was quickly confirmed when the dude grabbed Max by the shirt; Max was quickly having several regrets, but he was nothing if not a master at masking his panic. If he can face down Skullmaster without dissolving into panic, keeping his cool against this is nothing at all.

Max raises his eyebrows and offers a flat smirk, disguising his panic with practiced ease. "Hey, and he's assaulting children! We're three for three so far!"

Edited 2016-04-27 06:56 (UTC)

"Hey! Dude, drop the kid, okay?" Danny hastily steps forward to interfere.

"Seriously? Are you actually trying to be a cliche?"

The kid at least seemed to be doing okay. Or at least he hadn't lost his sense of snark. That was nearly the same thing.

But honestly? Danny was so 100% done with dealing with bullies. Sometimes he swore they all followed the same script.

"Look, how about you put him down, you get your food, and we all go our own ways having learned some kind of valuable life lesson. Or something."

Kaito had been here for over a year now. Almost a year and a half. And honestly, he was bored. And restless It wasn't like there weren't things to do - his magic show was awesome and popular and he was rather pleased, honestly. It made him feel as if he really could accomplish that whenever he went back home and graduated from high school.

No, what was really throwing him out of sorts was the fact that he couldn't let lose KID. KID was not just a means to an end - finding Pandora, making his father's murderers pay - but it was an outlet as well. For all the magic and creative juices that he couldn't let go as Kuroba Kaito, meager Ekoda High student. Honestly, if he thought about it, Hattori was the only one he could really be himself around, 'cause he was the only one that honestly knew, even though he suspected Conan knew. Again.

This was the reason why he was standing on the roof of one of the buildings, cape flowing up in the wind behind him as he surveyed the city below, the white making him a beacon against the darkness of the night.

Huh. Company. And familiar company at that. He recognized that outfit.

Danny floats down to the rooftop, well aware of the way his ghostly luminescence made him glow brighter in the darkness. He waits for a moment to be noticed, then speaks up.

"Um, beware?"

Well, at least this way you know you're meeting the real deal and not some of those random cosplayers that had been wandering around the con.

KID doesn't start when he hears the voice, instead looking over and 'hmmm'ing quietly. "I don't recall seeing ghosts among my supposed super powers that I supposedly received when I arrived here." Then he glances down. "Although, you still have your feet, so perhaps not all ghost?"

Danny glances down at his feet, more than a little confused.

"Um, not sure what feet have to do with being a ghost. But I can fix that."

With a twist of concentration his feet blur together into a ghostly tail.

"It's a culture thing." KID says by way of explanation, waving a hand. He leans closer to look though, because honestly? That is completely fascinating. "What else can you do?"

"Most of the typical ghost things," Danny tells him. "You know, flying. Invisibility. Intangibility."

Oh, now this was sounding even more interesting. "So you can walk through walls too." He grins, trying to picture all the trouble he could make with that. His task force wouldn't know what hit them. "Although I'm curious now, is ghosting something the porter gave you or something you already had?"

Danny shrugs.

"I've been like this for a while. The porter didn't make me any more of a ghost than I already was."

"Something that happened to you back home then." KID said, with a thoughtful look. "It seems as if it would be useful, depending on how you use your powers."

"The name's Danny Phantom" Danny tells him. "Resident ghostly superhero of Amity Park, Illinois. Guess what I use my powers for."

"Ah.... the side of good then." KID's voice is amused. He takes a bow, "Kaitou KID, at your service."

"Uh, nice to meet you?" Danny makes an interesting expression at the bow. "What's a kaitou?"

"Phantom Thief." KID said with a grin. "That's how I'm usually referred to in the English media, 'Phantom Thief KID.'"

"I'm sorry," Danny tells him. "Tell you what. If I ever find a decent publicist, I'll send you the card."

"Oiii. I like the name, it's a nice twist on my international criminal number, 1412." KID said. "Besides, it was a famous novelist who dubbed me that."

Danny makes a face. "Suit yourself. Me I got tired of being called ghost kid almost as soon as it started. It gets old fast."

"Perhaps, but you took it as a slight against you age. Mine was because someone had horrible handwriting." Or so he gathered, from what he had managed to gather from things he had heard from his mother and Jii-chan. Knowing his dad? He probably got a kick out of it too.

"....That must have been some epically bad handwriting."

"Probably. I think it was written in an Interpol report, if I remember correctly." KID said with a shrug. He had always wondered about the handwriting that made 1412 look like K-I-D.

"Wait, you have reports at Interpol?"

"Yes. I am a world renowned Phantom Thief, after all." Okay, really, that was more his Dad, but a Phantom Thief was ageless, after all. And hey, Snake still thought he was his dad.

Geez, I didn't even get on that list when I was public ghost enemy #1. Or when I had a million dollar bounty on my head.

[Yes, he'd still been a hero back then. Danny had had some very interesting public relations problems back home. ]

Okay, score one for you, Danny, because you just impressed Kaitou KID. "How did you end up with a million dollar bounty on your head?"

My arch-enemy is a billionaire. Guess he figured dealing with all the moron ghost-hunters who showed for the bounty would distract me.

"Huh." KID said, impressed. "And I though the old man was bad with the deliberate baiting to get me to steal whatever his newest acquisition was with full page ads in the newspaper."

"Is he trying to adopt you as a son/evil apprentice?"

"As much as his niece might like that, I think he just wants to be known as the one to finally catch Kaitou KID."

"Ah. One of those."

Oh the pain of being popular.

"Exactly. I swear, most of the time he just buys something shiny and expensive because he just knows that I'd want to target it." KID gives a long suffering sigh. "And if I don't, it's front page news coverage as he issues his latest challenge."

"So... is this guy some kind of rival?"

"He probably fancies himself as one. But I consider my rivals the detectives that like to attend my heists in the misguided hope that they'll catch me."

"Wait, do you actually encourage them to come after you?"

"I do. There's no challenge if I don't, after all." KID shrugs with a shoulder. "And it would be boring without any sort of challenge. I adore Nakamori-keibu and the taskforce, don't get me wrong, but without the detectives, it's not the same."

"No offense, but that's kind of weird."

"There's no greatest stage then the world." KID said, theatrically. "And no greater challenge then those who can keep up with me."

"....Right," Danny said. "Well considering all of my self proclaimed rivals want to perform lots and lots of painful experiments on me, put my pelt on their wall, or tear me apart molecule by molecule and experiment on the remains? I think I'd be pretty happy if they decided to start ignoring me."

"Dare I ask why?" Because that sounds like there's a story there and KID can't help but be curious.

"I'm a ghost, they're ghost hunters. That's always been reason enough." A beat.

"Okay, so the guy who wants my pelt is actually a ghost. He just likes to think he's the ghost zone's greatest hunter. And apparently I make a good challenge."

"That sounds like Tantei-kun, only I can't really see him wanting to skin me. He takes murder very seriously after all."

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