►001 | Comment Log on the Beach

[justawitch]

Comments

Private to C.C.

[geassed]

....C.C. You made it here too, I see.

Private to Lelouch

[justawitch]

Lelouch.

Have you finished?

Private to C.C.

[geassed]

No. I seemed to have ... appeared here the moment after Suzaku and I attempted to shoot each other. I know for a fact, however, that I am not dead.

Nunnally's here too, you know. And Shirley. You must be careful about throwing the name "Zero" around.

Private to Lelouch

[justawitch]

Here, Lelouch?

1/4(?!)

[mindbreaking]

[mindbreaking]

I knew it I KNEW IT

[mindbreaking]

...C.C.

4/4

[mindbreaking]

C.C.!

[onetruejustice]

*It's just a short trip, to see if the sea breeze is blowing, since it was practically a sauna back in the Prison. Stepping onto the sand, sleeves of his unbuttoned shirt rolled up, Light takes notice of the woman, giving her a brief nod of acknowledgement. Being a Warden meant that he was watched practically all the time, and he'd learned to regulate his pleasant, charming outward demeanor to properly quiet all the naysayers.*

[justawitch]

You, there.

[Her voice seems parched, and so she shuts her mouth, then repeats it smoother, struggling up out of the wet sand, the rushing in of a shallow wave only contributing to her bedraggled state, the long green hair hanging heavy, the sand on the white piloting suit.]

[onetruejustice]

*He glances over casually, before stepping a little closer, just a little. One can't really be too careful in the City, after all*

Yes?

[justawitch]

[She hauls herself up, standing, dragging her wet hair from her face, wiping sand disdainfully from her body and wet clothes.]

What island is this?