Clue #002 :.: L (Ryuzaki) :.: [Accidental Video]
[The feed cuts it on L pacing. Godiva is pacing beside him, looking almost as unkempt as her human. L is mumbling to himself as he shuffles along the same stretch of floor, more worked up than usual.]
.... If the Alethiometer can measure the truth but nothing here is reality, truth and fiction combine and what can ever be real? We cannot be alive ( Read more... )
.... If the Alethiometer can measure the truth but nothing here is reality, truth and fiction combine and what can ever be real? We cannot be alive ( Read more... )
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[Mello sounds anxious. Bubastis scratches at the door]
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[He looks anxiously at Godiva, who is still pacing the room. He hesitates, then presses his body against the doorframe. He cracks the door slightly, so that Mello can see one eye and a sliver of his face.]
What do you want?
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[Bubastis looks from L to Godiva to Mello looking as anxious as her human counterpart.]
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I am fine. Please, leave me alone.
[And he tries to shut the door.]
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Jesus Christ You're acting like a schizophrenic. Let me in, it'll be okay.
[He shoulders his way in. Mello's small but he knows how to use every ounce of muscle he's got.]
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In the background, Godiva lets out a pained monkey shriek.]
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Listen to me! L, it's me! I promise, it's me! Try me, test me, ask me something only I would know! I want to help you...
[His shoulder is not longer in the door. Only his foot is still blocking the door from closing as he's afraid L might lock himself in there, in which case Mello will never be able to get to him (at least without picking the lock or shooting it out but that would only make things worse.]
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Please forgive me. It has gotten quite... complicated. Within my head.
[He turns abruptly and returns to the window. This had always been a fear of his. The fine line between brilliance and madness. He couldn't be slipping this fast... could he? He finds himself looking out on the grounds quite frantically, as if phantoms might attack any moment.]
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With luck Mello can talk him out of this and it can fade away into an isolated psychotic episode. Otherwise.... Mello doesn't want to think about the "otherwise."]
It's okay, it's not your fault.
[Mello sits down on the edge of L's bed, relieved to be inside at the very least]
Tell me what's going on. How'd this start?
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This he will never say. No matter how scared he gets. He stays by the window, looking out. Godiva is still pacing, regarding both Mello and Bubastis with extreme wariness.]
Perhaps I have been overworking. Boundaries have been difficult to define. This is no longer just a career. We are fighting for survival.
And then the church bells...
[But of course there's no church nearby, and certainly no bells ringing. But this wouldn't be the first time he's heard them.]
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They are fighting for survival but, L doesn't know or doesn't realize, Mello's been fighting for survival since he and Near left Wammy's five long years ago. They were enemies of Kira and thus enemies of the world. But L doesn't know that and Mello wants to keep it that way. But he nods i
if L should look in his direction.
Church bells? Auditory hallucinations, that's not good.]
Church bells? You heard church bells? Where? In here? Outside?
[He doesn't say "in your head?" although he really wants to.]
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[He hesitates. He knows it's physically impossible to hear a church in this place, yet he does. He knows it as a warning sign for something far more sinister at work, although he doesn't want to believe it's just senseless impending madness and nothing else. The other facts swirl in his head and he struggles to differentiate what he knows is baseless paranoia and what is, irrevocably, tragically, fact.]
I was not in a coma, was I, Mello?
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[Mello doesn't know anything about L's past. He's only making connections, the first thing that pops into his head. Church means a lot to Mello but he knows there are very few things that draw most people into those doors. Most often, weddings and funerals.]
There isn't a church near here, L. There aren't any weddings or funerals in this fucked up little dimension we're stuck in. No church, no church bells. There aren't any bells here period. You know that.
[Mello's hand runs down Bubastis's back to reassure both of them. Whatever was wrong could be fixed. The cat's fur begins to settle. Mello's hand freezes half way down the cat's back when L asks that. He stares at L in silence, trying to keep his face unreadable.]
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[He won't elaborate on that. And if Mello's trying to be reassuring here, it's not really coming across that way.]
Of course I know that. But they are there all the same. [There might be a hint of flippancy to to his tone, just a tad. The church bells are nothing new. They are a phenomenon he's learned to live with. He turns and glances at Mello over his shoulder. Godiva resumes pacing.]
Was I?
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