[ ah, so the good detective is still naturally curious. good to see that an untimely death doesn't completely strip you of all your living quirks. he glances off to the side, to the waves, wondering if he stares at akechi long enough if he'll start to see where the bullet pierced skin. it's a troubling thought and again he pushes it down, right with the rage and itching anxiety about the fight back home. there's still so much left to do and they're just stuck here. ]

Magic. [ how utterly useless of an answer! he grins, a bit mischievously, and then clasps his hand against the back of his neck. ] ... That's the short answer, anyway.

[ it'd probably be easier to walk away. ] The long answer is that it happens whenever I tell a joke. Other people got cooler powers. [ more useful ones, but even akira has some pride sometimes. ] Like turning into a dragon. I was kinda jealous.