Burblings of Crazy Aunty Icka!

• 2.4: Adults Don't Understand

Holes shot in his clothing, scrape on his left wrist, small bump on the nose.

• 3.2: A Great Detective Takes the Stage

Assorted bruises and scrapes from falling/sliding across the ice.

• 3.3: Kaitou Under Scrutiny

Broken left leg / hospitalized as Kaito due to Nakamori puncturing his blimp.

• 3.5: Yaiba vs Kaitou Kid

Both Yaiba and Kaito end up with assorted scrapes, bruises and bandages after Onimaru shot their gliders with fireworks.

• 3.6: Blue Birthday

Snake shoots Kid's hang glider frame off his back, shoots him in the heart. It hit the jewel. (dang lucky he stores the gems above his heart, huh?)

• 4.2: Red Tear

Snake shoots him in the chest, he's wearing a bullet proof vest. Snake nicks his left upper arm with another bullet as they're on the stairwell for the 14th floor.

• Detective Conan 44.7-10: Blue Wonder

Slightly charred from Conan blowing up the motorcycle he was riding.

• Detective Conan 53.1-4: Kaitou Kid and the Four Masterpieces

Conan kicks Kid out the window with a soccer ball, he falls out of a second story window into some bushes, rather bruised and battered.

• Detective Conan 61.1-4 Kaitou Kid's Teleportation Magic

Conan kicks a soccer ball into the Kid's face, knocking the monocle off as the Kid flies away and leaving a mark on his cheek.

• Third Movie: The Last Wizard of the Century

Monocle shot off his face, injures one of his doves. Possible unmentioned wounds elsewhere from probable hangglider crash landing.

• 23rd Movie: Fist of the Blue Sapphire (not on the website)

Shot in the torso, seen bandaging it up.

Lesser known, I also had a page for Heiji, including a page of his injuries, with a diagram.

• 10.2-6

Heiji and Conan's head collide, raising bumps.

• 12.7-10

Heiji and Conan's head collide, raising bumps.

• 19.8

Shot in the belly by Detective Sakata

• 23.4-9

Hit over the head and tossed overboard into the ocean

• 25.4-8

Kazuha slaps Heiji after he bursts into her room demanding she take her clothes off, then attempts to assist her in doing so.

• 28.6-10

Right hand stabbed by Kazuha with an arrow while dangling off a Cliff.

(31.8 mentions this scar as given to him 'last year')

• 31.8

Kazuha nails him on the back of the head with something, raising a bump.

Mentioned in 31.8:

Scar behind the left ear from last year's Oyodo competition. Given to him by Okita when he was unable to stop Okita's 5-step attack. Match was stopped because his neck wouldn't stop bleeding until a doctor tended to it.

• 31.10

Shallow Cut to left cheek with a Katana by Kotegawa Takashi

• 31.11/32.1

Heiji's father punches him in the face, sends him flying.

• 38.8-10

Handcuffed behind his back in an attic, beaten with fists and feet, face shoved into the floor, gun pointed at his head repeatedly.

• Movie 3

Crashes his motorcycle, sprains something, most likely a leg.

• Movie 7

Slice on his forehead and voluntarily took a cut to the left shoulder with a poisoned dagger.

• Movie 10

Shot in the arm and leg.

After Sonic left their world Knights of The Round Table were unable to agree on the future of their kingdom and that caused them to part their ways. A particularly intensive rivalry took place between Sir Lancelot (Shadow) and Sir Gawain (Knuckles). Gawain wanting to capture and subdue Lancelot contacts an old friend who is also a skilled master of espionage to go undercover and earn Lancelot's trust

But the plan goes sideways when Espio actually falls in love with Lancelot. And it backfires him when they both get attacked and Espio, protecting Lancelot, reveals his actual skills

Eventually the truth comes out and Lancelot gets captured

But I imagine they'll reunite once more🤧

Lancelot does not particularly wish to sit on the throne, he is meant to take orders not give them, but he prefers the idea over letting Gawain rule.

It is not mere rivalry that drives Lancelot against Gawain. While the echidna is the first to think of the common folk that make up the land, which is noble indeed, Gawain was raised in isolation for most of his life. If it were not for his sun-given strength and the training Arthur granted him, surrounding him in the social protection of the Knighthood, Gawain would have perished years ago from a lack of understanding how the world works.

Lancelot cannot see the Kingdom flourishing under someone who doesn’t understand how taxation and tithes work, leaving it in the hands of the cowardly nobility who had fled from the false Arthur’s presence. It is a system ripe for abuse, something that Gawain somehow cannot comprehend, insisting that it is putting the power in the hands of the people.

If it were in the hands of the people, it would be giving people below the nobles’ power, not the nobility. But the landed nobles have backed Gawain, agreeing with him and funding his campaign.

Leaving Lancelot with few funds and less support than he’d like.

Still, he soldiers on. He doesn’t know how to do anything else. He still has friends, scattered though they may be.

Galahad. Percival. Esclabor the Poet.

Lancelot cannot let his mother Nimue ever meet the poet. The fae love wit, poetry and a good turn of phrase. Add in his striking looks and vibrantly coloured scales, Esclabor is practically fae bait.

And Lancelot is shamefully weak to Esclabor’s masterfully crafted verse and passionate stories. That is as far as he will admit to.

Privately, he does acknowledge he does seem to have a type. Fae are drawn to vividness and Lancelot’s attractions, as unvoiced as they have been, have all been to those of bright colouration. Gawain turned to rivalry, Sonic left, and Esclabor…

Lancelot should have known better than someone as beautiful and gifted as Esclabor would have been interested in him, seek out his company. Especially during such a conflict with sworn brothers taking up positions against each other, and Gawain’s opposition was being hunted down one by one.

When Esclabor showed off his true, absolutely completely breathtaking skills, Lancelot had known he’d been played. True, Esclabor had done it to protect Lancelot, but when they’d been ambushed shortly after and Lancelot buried under more fighters than he could lift, immobilising his limbs and clamping him in chains, thus ending Lancelot’s small rebellion, it hadn’t been a surprise.

Nor had it when Gawain had gloated outside of Lancelot’s cell where he was being kept as a trophy about the kingdom flourishing under Gawain’s rule. Calling Esclabor, Espio. Who apparently was an old friend Gawain knew could be trusted with tricking Lancelot.

The more fool he.

Lancelot didn’t even feel the sting of betrayal, merely the heavy weight of resignation. Once again, he’d put his faith in the wrong person. Trusted the wrong person.

Allowed his heart to ache for the wrong person.

Thankfully he is left alone with his thoughts, the metal shackles over his armour weighing his limbs much like his heart.

He is not expecting the scratch of metal on metal on the door later that night. The chains allow him to approach the door without touching, and he spies a flash of vivid magenta through the bars of the tiny window.

“What are you doing?” Lancelot questions, confused. They spent weeks together, months before Espio betrayed him. He doesn’t understand what the lizard is doing back, much less apparently picking the door lock.

“Listen.” Espio’s words are hushed but urgent. “I know it won’t change what I have done, but I don’t need nor deserve your forgiveness. This isn’t about me. It’s about doing what’s right.“

Lancelot’s eye ridges rise in surprise.

Espio lets out a heavy sigh. “Gawain… has lost his mind. But I was too blind, too caught in a shadow of person I used to know to notice.” His words are bitter, filled with regret and resolution. Lancelot wonders what Gawain did in the hours since he’d seen the echidna last to cause such a turnaround. “I need your help to fix the mess my mistake brought on the Kingdom. And after that you can hate me all your heart desires-“

“I don’t hate you.” He understands it to some extent. Gawain was everything Lancelot wasn’t. Personable and charismatic, quick with a smile, and made friends easily.

At least until the nobles sunk their claws into Gawain, twisting his mind and turning him into their puppet.

“What?”

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m mad at you for betraying my trust, for lying to me for all this time.” Lancelot confesses bluntly. He can’t not be honest about it, he doesn’t know how to be any other way. “But losing your way following the person you once knew…”

Arthur, full of smiles and mischief as he and Merlin go off on an adventure together.

Arthur, coming back grim faced and vacant eyed. Merlin insisting that it was merely the visions that Arthur saw on their quest, and he’ll eventually be fine. Arthur never being the same, summoning the Knights of the Underworld to do his bidding as his mortal army shrunk, the only Knights able to survive being those with non-mortal abilities.

Being unable to protest because this was Arthur, their beloved King, silently watching as things got worse like a frog in a slowing warming pot of water until the pot was boiling and it was too late to escape, only keep their heads above water and survive.

Until Sonic. And finding themselves in the peculiar situation of willingly following their King’s murderer. And then the realisation that not only was Arthur an illusion, but they’d been led far astray from their oaths to protect Camelot.

Oaths they’d sworn to be better at following.

“I can relate to this.” Lancelot says gravely. “I will help you.”

The door opens with a soft click, opening inwards towards Lancelot. Espio kneels in the doorway, golden eyes staring at Lancelot in awe and gratitude.

“Thank you.”

It is a sorrow how lovely he is, knowing their camaraderie was a lie, and Lancelot cannot trust that the future will not hold more of the same. It’s not the first time he has kept such company, Lancelot hopes the bat is doing well, but it does mean that he cannot completely lower his guard around the poet, if Espio truely even is a wordsmith.

Cannot let him farther into his heart.

But if Espio is sincere in his willingness to go against Gawain, Lancelot will help.

He says nothing in return, merely inclining his head in response. There is a lingering possibility that this too is a trap, but he cannot risk not taking the chance either. Gawain’s temper has always been short and unpredictable, and while Gawain may be keeping Lancelot alive to gloat at now, who knows how long that will remain.

Espio pulls out a key for the manacles, undoing them quickly and with an air of professionalism Lancelot admires.

“Walk slowly and naturally.” Espio instructs, hiding the key in his glove. “I’ll scout on ahead.”

Lancelot almost questions how the poet will evade being spotted, given how bright he is, when Espio begins to crawl along the walls as quickly as walking, then fades from view entirely, as if by magic.

It strikes Lancelot, as he begins to walk, slow and measured like a bored guard following a route, armour clanking at every step, that Espio had not needed to seduce him with lovely words and fine stories. He could have taken Lancelot out at any point and Lancelot would not have seen it coming.

He does not know if this makes Espio more or less trustworthy, and loathes that he must now second guess all their interactions. Lancelot is not made for this subterfuge, it is why Nimue sent him away from the Fae Courts, after his forth-rightfulness tore through too many tangled fragile plots.

Espio leading the way, with occasional pauses, they somehow manage to simply walk out of the castle via the catacombs under the castle under the shadow of night. It was a weakness Sonic had warned about, but thankfully never got around to fixing.

They say nothing until the castle is a speck in the distance, hidden in the shadows of the forest. “What now?” Espio asks, looking both nervous and lost.

Lancelot sighs, looking up at the moon above.

He really doesn’t want to sit on the throne. He just happened to be the most vocal opponent against Gawain in Court, and things snowballed from there. And given everything today, Lancelot doesn’t think he’s got the needed support to actually take on the throne.

But he does know someone who is charismatic and political savvy enough to pull it out from under Gawain. He just needs to find them.

“Come on.” Lancelot tilts his head. “Let’s see about giving Percival the crown.”

-finis-

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