In that hypothetical case, I would ask what kind of case it was. If it's a fidelity investigation, I'd tell you to go to one of the other agencies.
[Conan had been mildly horrified to discover that some of the other detectives in Genessia considered that their main source of business. ]
I'm in the business for interesting cases.
[He shrugs.]
There are more than enough crimes around for business for the few agencies here. It helps that I haven't seen anyone else here that follows similar methods. I'll leave the supernatural crime and the magical crime to the detectives who specialize in that. I'm a detective of the Holmesian method. Science, observation and the deductive method.
[ Tony leaned forward a bit and crossed his arms, actually paying attention to what the kid had to say and how he said it. He tilted his head a bit before straightening it again and responding. ]
So the more or less of it is that you do this because you want something challenging to solve? Or is there more to it than a cliched reason like that?
[ Not that it was a bad reason, but it sounded too much like it was from a detective novel. Conan seemed to have a set way about how he did his business, which had to mean it was more than just brain exercise. ]
[Because Conan had his reasons. He had the reasons he told everyone. That mysteries were a fascinating puzzle. That it was solving riddles created by the human mind. That there was nothing else like the feeling you got when all the puzzle pieces slid into place and you knew the solution.
And then there were the other reasons. The deeply personal reasons that he never told anyone.
He hated murder. He hated how senseless it was. In so many cases, there was so much hate and resentment and so many times it was all unnecessary. Cruel misunderstandings that could have been avoided if people just talked to each other. Bitter resentments that had built over years. People who had been hurt, and rather than go to the authorities for justice, had decided to seek revenge on their own.
It happened everywhere he went, for as long as he could remember. He'd seen and heard murders happen so many times. Too many times, even being on the scene he'd been too late to save anyone.
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Date: 2016-08-04 02:25 am (UTC)[Conan had been mildly horrified to discover that some of the other detectives in Genessia considered that their main source of business. ]
I'm in the business for interesting cases.
[He shrugs.]
There are more than enough crimes around for business for the few agencies here. It helps that I haven't seen anyone else here that follows similar methods. I'll leave the supernatural crime and the magical crime to the detectives who specialize in that. I'm a detective of the Holmesian method. Science, observation and the deductive method.
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Date: 2016-09-02 09:43 pm (UTC)So the more or less of it is that you do this because you want something challenging to solve? Or is there more to it than a cliched reason like that?
[ Not that it was a bad reason, but it sounded too much like it was from a detective novel. Conan seemed to have a set way about how he did his business, which had to mean it was more than just brain exercise. ]
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Date: 2016-09-03 01:11 am (UTC)[Because Conan had his reasons. He had the reasons he told everyone. That mysteries were a fascinating puzzle. That it was solving riddles created by the human mind. That there was nothing else like the feeling you got when all the puzzle pieces slid into place and you knew the solution.
And then there were the other reasons. The deeply personal reasons that he never told anyone.
He hated murder. He hated how senseless it was. In so many cases, there was so much hate and resentment and so many times it was all unnecessary. Cruel misunderstandings that could have been avoided if people just talked to each other. Bitter resentments that had built over years. People who had been hurt, and rather than go to the authorities for justice, had decided to seek revenge on their own.
It happened everywhere he went, for as long as he could remember. He'd seen and heard murders happen so many times. Too many times, even being on the scene he'd been too late to save anyone.
But he could bring justice to the dead.]