| private | video |ls_rueflectionJuly 5 2010, 16:19:43 UTC
[And B's chuckles have grown fairly audible, forcing him to retreat deeper into the crawl towards the cavern, and the area is of drips and coolness, only one light hole, an area he is sure Mihael and his dog haven't found yet. He settles into the corner, chalk pale face even whiter in the beams of moonlight and his pale lips curve, tight. They're still suppressing low laughter because, as little as he does know of Kira and the serial murders, it is clear to any intelligent human being that dear Light Yagami confessed.
In a dream.
For what? Guilt? Fear? Nostalgia?
Oh, he has a fit of the chuckles.
His knees draw to his chest, a smooth motion that is nearly habitual in nature, feet dragging over the lava-rippled floor. He doesn't need to concern himself with the dangers of video. Light knows his face. And he knows his name. But that is irrelevant here, now isn't it? Aha, the boy isn't cut out for violence, regardless; withdrawing to the safety of books to murder. How pathetic-- and the cause? Loneliness. Bullying. Fuckin'
( ... )
| private | video |killswithapenJuly 5 2010, 16:37:47 UTC
[B looks perfectly unpleasant in the video, his hollowed out eyes cast in blades of moonlight and his hair clinging like spiders to his face. Light considers the face - a face he himself ended - with the quiet detachment of a murderer to his victim. He doesn't particularly care that the man has seen his dream - what sense could it make to him - even though the weaknesses displayed there are long past him. He never doubted himself. Loneliness, bullying, he overcame them with his own personality and strength
( ... )
| private | video |ls_rueflectionJuly 5 2010, 18:49:37 UTC
Heh.
[It’s a reflexive response to the man’s inquiry and he rolls his head to the left and right, weighing, one of the few original habits he maintained (and would try to end were he more aware). Of course, he isn’t really contemplating an answer; clearly, his dear fellow murderer is unaware of blonds and their loose mouths. Though it seems blonds aren’t the only ones if this boy is aware.
Fuckin’ L gossiping at Wammy’s and then to captives.]
Convenient dream.
Oh, what I saw? I saw a murderer recalling his past in order to understand how he got to his present-- in an artsy way. Always been a bit of a geek, yea~?
[Hums.]
I do feel somewhat insulted, y'know. I’m real good with se-crets. I wouldn’t tell on you, swear. In fact, I’ll trade you one if it makes it easier stop playing coward~ Gives murderers a bad name, Light-o~
| private | video |killswithapenJuly 5 2010, 19:39:31 UTC
[Light isn't so generous. He gives the softest snort in response to Beyond's accusation - no, to the truth - shaking his head once.]
I know perfectly well how I got to my present, thank you very much. I'm far more interested in how you got to yours. How does a man end up killing another with his bare hands? Why does he lead on L - pardon, Naomi Misora - the way you did? I don't know enough about the case. I do know how you died, and when. It really depends which secret is more valuable to your curiosity, doesn't it?
[He needs to pay attention to this; needs to focus on Beyond's face and his every word. What he's saying--the trade of a secret? What could he possibly know? Something about L, possibly, and his curiosity about that is almost painful.]
| private | video |killswithapenJuly 8 2010, 12:50:33 UTC
I don't need your help, I'm asking you for the sake of having a private conversation. Off the network, in person, where I can look you in the eye. You know how these detectives are, hiding themselves away when confronting other people. I've come to appreciate being face to face with people--it's a sign of respect.
Like I said, I'm quite free. You, on the other hand, are Mello's captive, and he's not exactly the kindest jailer.
[Light watches. It's particularly unnerving, but hardly any concern. After all, considering he's been face to face with Shinigami, Beyond Birthday's odd quirks were far more human.]
The best place to meet would be a shrine. We're expected to make sacrifices now. [He doesn't sound impressed or convinced.] Also they're secluded and quiet.
| private | video |killswithapenJuly 8 2010, 20:49:02 UTC
[Sharp enough, he listens to the soft laughter, surmising from the answer that he's misunderstood. That's fine--it only makes this easier. He shows no sign of disturbance as Beyond moves around, crawling inthe darkness.
His own words are low, subdued, and utterly smooth. He should rightly be afraid, but very little frightens him any more, and if Beyond does anything to him, L will ensure he pays for it.]
That's right. It's called Izanagi, and it's west, toward the coast from Kusasato. I'm sure you can get directions if you get lost.
[And now he knows, he will have to prepare too.]
It shouldn't take more than an hour to get there, even if you're at any distance. Simply think of your destination and most of the time you'll find yourself there at the end of your journey.
| private | video |ls_rueflectionJuly 8 2010, 21:09:43 UTC
[The feed lowers abruptly, catching a puff of white smoke, two pairs of legs and a curt close-up of popcorn-shaped stone-- and then it's bright with the sound of trickling water and crickets fludding over. The video rights itself not a moment later, now uppercutting the underside of his chin and swaying faintly with the natural movement of his arm.
Wide eyes glance down towards it. And, as though ignoring the directions:]
You know where he is.
[He lifts it only slightly, curious-- despite having already assumed the correct answer.]
How did you draw him out? -- Mimi was much too vague, useless almost.
[In person | Audible]searedsuccessorJuly 8 2010, 21:25:08 UTC
Field trip?
[A sharp glance, and Mello notes the items that B is holding, pushes himself up, and proceeds to wipe the dirt gathered from the cave's floor from his clothing.
Shrine. Really?]
Paying these fuckers, then?
[Which would be one way to get out of having Mello up his ass. It's a thin line -where to give a shit, and where to let things slide- because here, there is no death. Here, there are actions without fucking permanent consequences. And if B's going after L, Mello is going to have to assume that he knows this. Which means that his intention most likely isn't to kill.
[B blinks at the familiar voice, features composing themselves before a glance, and now there is a grin plastered widely. Ah, does the blond want him to stay now? Of course, it's understandable, considering. If Beyond followed in order to gather information on L's whereabouts, yet is now leaving, he must have found a more... willing source. Will Mihael initiate a scuffle, then? B would win, of course-- unless the gun enters the altercation.
Possible.
Mimi's such a cheat when he's losing.]
Is Mimi my keeper now?
[Smiling as he turns. And he's continuing onwards, taking large steps over larger springs and pressing his palm more firmly to the hitomi's speaker. If the other hears dear Light-o's voice... it is unlikely he will be able to manipulate his way out of this.]
[A swallow, and the gun is drawn, pressed to the back of Beyond's scruffy head. Mello really doesn't want to waste any bullets on something that's not permanent.]
You've got this problem with your mouth. [He cocks the safety for good measure.] See, if I were in your position, I'd pretend to go pay tribute. But you like to antagonize. And now you're fucked.
[His grin does falter at the click, forgivable, and he tilts his head if only to lessen the awareness of metal his scalp. His finger releases its hold on the hitomi, hoping that a certain brunet got the indirect hint. Now, then, he will need a distraction. Eyes scan the area, though it has been multiple times already, a habitual precaution of sorts, and, as he turns, the process is repeated.
His hands rise, one gripping the device and the other palms-forward as he beams at his sudden re-captor.]
Mimi has no reason to be so frightened~. I always leave early to catch the bulk of trade-- you can come if you'll miss me so. I've actually been feeling the same way. Looked so peaceful, though~~
[And his free fingers curl subtly, watching the gun out of his peripheral quietly.]
[He's tired. Tired of B's bullshit, tired of having to be a goddamn babysitter. But it's necessary, and as long as he openly poses a threat to L, this is what it has to be.
The annoyance is clear on his face, and one hand goes out, fingers curling around the other's forearm to urge him back inside.
Mello had given him the benefit of the doubt, in the beginning. Hoped that maybe B would accept that there was no way he was going to successfully get to L. Fear for his life, even. Move the fuck on.
And the fucked part is that B had a chance. Had a chance to be on his own. But he chose to engage again. And now here they are.]
[Beyond resists the urging peacefully, smile weakening to the faintest smirk and his foot slides forward, slightly.]
Are you going to murder me for walking? [Lulls head back.] I'm sure L would be proud, needlessly following in his footsteps.
[And one step allows him to lean back somewhat, urging the grip on his arm to withdraw and desist.]
I'm going to trade; Mimi may follow, but he has no authority to stop me.
[Particularly not so when the bullets, the pain, the potential bleeeding and subsequent death would be temporary. Whatever that was, the heart attack-- even that wasn't as bad as the flames. B must surmise, with subtle amusement, that a shot to the face would be even less painful. That doesn't make staring the barrel down any less intimidating; probably a human thing, feh.]
[Which is partially true. And he catches subtle movements from the corner of his eye. Is B going to be stupid enough to try and fight him when he's clearly going to lose?
Trade must be serious business.]
If I feel that where you're going is potentially gonna end in something that threatens L, I have every right to take care of things how I see fit. And right now, I think you're bullshitting me. Suck it up, go inside, and if we start to run low on shit, we'll all go. It's a simple solution. You lost all of your freedom when you came to fuck with me again.
In a dream.
For what? Guilt? Fear? Nostalgia?
Oh, he has a fit of the chuckles.
His knees draw to his chest, a smooth motion that is nearly habitual in nature, feet dragging over the lava-rippled floor. He doesn't need to concern himself with the dangers of video. Light knows his face. And he knows his name. But that is irrelevant here, now isn't it? Aha, the boy isn't cut out for violence, regardless; withdrawing to the safety of books to murder. How pathetic-- and the cause? Loneliness. Bullying. Fuckin' ( ... )
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[It’s a reflexive response to the man’s inquiry and he rolls his head to the left and right, weighing, one of the few original habits he maintained (and would try to end were he more aware). Of course, he isn’t really contemplating an answer; clearly, his dear fellow murderer is unaware of blonds and their loose mouths. Though it seems blonds aren’t the only ones if this boy is aware.
Fuckin’ L gossiping at Wammy’s and then to captives.]
Convenient dream.
Oh, what I saw? I saw a murderer recalling his past in order to understand how he got to his present-- in an artsy way. Always been a bit of a geek, yea~?
[Hums.]
I do feel somewhat insulted, y'know. I’m real good with se-crets. I wouldn’t tell on you, swear. In fact, I’ll trade you one if it makes it easier stop playing coward~ Gives murderers a bad name, Light-o~
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I know perfectly well how I got to my present, thank you very much. I'm far more interested in how you got to yours. How does a man end up killing another with his bare hands? Why does he lead on L - pardon, Naomi Misora - the way you did? I don't know enough about the case. I do know how you died, and when. It really depends which secret is more valuable to your curiosity, doesn't it?
[He needs to pay attention to this; needs to focus on Beyond's face and his every word. What he's saying--the trade of a secret? What could he possibly know? Something about L, possibly, and his curiosity about that is almost painful.]
Not here. How good are you at escaping?
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Like I said, I'm quite free. You, on the other hand, are Mello's captive, and he's not exactly the kindest jailer.
[Light watches. It's particularly unnerving, but hardly any concern. After all, considering he's been face to face with Shinigami, Beyond Birthday's odd quirks were far more human.]
The best place to meet would be a shrine. We're expected to make sacrifices now. [He doesn't sound impressed or convinced.] Also they're secluded and quiet.
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His own words are low, subdued, and utterly smooth. He should rightly be afraid, but very little frightens him any more, and if Beyond does anything to him, L will ensure he pays for it.]
That's right. It's called Izanagi, and it's west, toward the coast from Kusasato. I'm sure you can get directions if you get lost.
[And now he knows, he will have to prepare too.]
It shouldn't take more than an hour to get there, even if you're at any distance. Simply think of your destination and most of the time you'll find yourself there at the end of your journey.
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Wide eyes glance down towards it. And, as though ignoring the directions:]
You know where he is.
[He lifts it only slightly, curious-- despite having already assumed the correct answer.]
How did you draw him out? -- Mimi was much too vague, useless almost.
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[A sharp glance, and Mello notes the items that B is holding, pushes himself up, and proceeds to wipe the dirt gathered from the cave's floor from his clothing.
Shrine. Really?]
Paying these fuckers, then?
[Which would be one way to get out of having Mello up his ass. It's a thin line -where to give a shit, and where to let things slide- because here, there is no death. Here, there are actions without fucking permanent consequences. And if B's going after L, Mello is going to have to assume that he knows this. Which means that his intention most likely isn't to kill.
No. He'll try to hurt L far worse than that.]
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Possible.
Mimi's such a cheat when he's losing.]
Is Mimi my keeper now?
[Smiling as he turns. And he's continuing onwards, taking large steps over larger springs and pressing his palm more firmly to the hitomi's speaker. If the other hears dear Light-o's voice... it is unlikely he will be able to manipulate his way out of this.]
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[A swallow, and the gun is drawn, pressed to the back of Beyond's scruffy head. Mello really doesn't want to waste any bullets on something that's not permanent.]
You've got this problem with your mouth. [He cocks the safety for good measure.] See, if I were in your position, I'd pretend to go pay tribute. But you like to antagonize. And now you're fucked.
Turn around.
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Did I say I wasn't?
[His grin does falter at the click, forgivable, and he tilts his head if only to lessen the awareness of metal his scalp. His finger releases its hold on the hitomi, hoping that a certain brunet got the indirect hint. Now, then, he will need a distraction. Eyes scan the area, though it has been multiple times already, a habitual precaution of sorts, and, as he turns, the process is repeated.
His hands rise, one gripping the device and the other palms-forward as he beams at his sudden re-captor.]
Mimi has no reason to be so frightened~. I always leave early to catch the bulk of trade-- you can come if you'll miss me so. I've actually been feeling the same way. Looked so peaceful, though~~
[And his free fingers curl subtly, watching the gun out of his peripheral quietly.]
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[He's tired. Tired of B's bullshit, tired of having to be a goddamn babysitter. But it's necessary, and as long as he openly poses a threat to L, this is what it has to be.
The annoyance is clear on his face, and one hand goes out, fingers curling around the other's forearm to urge him back inside.
Mello had given him the benefit of the doubt, in the beginning. Hoped that maybe B would accept that there was no way he was going to successfully get to L. Fear for his life, even. Move the fuck on.
And the fucked part is that B had a chance. Had a chance to be on his own. But he chose to engage again. And now here they are.]
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Are you going to murder me for walking? [Lulls head back.] I'm sure L would be proud, needlessly following in his footsteps.
[And one step allows him to lean back somewhat, urging the grip on his arm to withdraw and desist.]
I'm going to trade; Mimi may follow, but he has no authority to stop me.
[Particularly not so when the bullets, the pain, the potential bleeeding and subsequent death would be temporary. Whatever that was, the heart attack-- even that wasn't as bad as the flames. B must surmise, with subtle amusement, that a shot to the face would be even less painful. That doesn't make staring the barrel down any less intimidating; probably a human thing, feh.]
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[Which is partially true. And he catches subtle movements from the corner of his eye. Is B going to be stupid enough to try and fight him when he's clearly going to lose?
Trade must be serious business.]
If I feel that where you're going is potentially gonna end in something that threatens L, I have every right to take care of things how I see fit. And right now, I think you're bullshitting me. Suck it up, go inside, and if we start to run low on shit, we'll all go. It's a simple solution. You lost all of your freedom when you came to fuck with me again.
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