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Who: L (justice_be_done) & The Medicine Seller (apatheticary)
Where: A hotel room in Elysium
When: Evening; to date
Summary: L receives an unexpected visitor
Rating: PG-13
Other: N/A
( a real hermit, living in a lonesome spot, hard to get at )
Where: A hotel room in Elysium
When: Evening; to date
Summary: L receives an unexpected visitor
Rating: PG-13
Other: N/A
( a real hermit, living in a lonesome spot, hard to get at )
A voice, likely unwelcome, and without a doubt unexpected, speaking from behind and a little to the right of the detective, followed by the sound of a heavy wooden box being placed on the floor.
The medicine seller laid his hand atop it, pausing mid-sentence to cast a look around the room. Devoid of anyone save the two of them, but he knew security was close by. He had, after all, just evaded them although no human should have been capable of doing such.
Sea-blue eyes returned to L's back and he continued, "...but perhaps between the two of us, we may arrange a clear picture."
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When he finally turned to face the Medicine Seller he had schooled his features from an expression of shock to one of anger.
He was crouching in an arm chair, his toes curled and his knuckles white from tension. Though he was usually skilled at veiling his emotions completely, he had never had anyone address him from within his own hotel room. It was an invasion of privacy and a breach of security.
"How did you get in here?"
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However, the medicine seller was hardly concerned with people's privacy, as his journey frequently caused him to intrude on places far more intimate than this. And really, neither of them had time to worry about the detective's preferred methods of consultation.
He removed his geta out of respect and stepped forward until he was facing L properly. "I may have both questions and answers for you. You may, however, wish to begin asking... more important questions than that one."
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"I can't imagine why I'd have any questions or answers to provide you with," he said and sighed. It was the sigh of resignation one would have upon realizing their neighbor had come over...and had no intent to leave.
It seemed to him that if this man had come to see him, he probably knew he was L, but it was not a certainty. It was best not say anything that could betray who he was, for now.
"Tea?"
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He folded his hands neatly in his lap and resumed staring with a gaze as steady as L's. "Your current cases," he said. "Which murders are you investigating?"
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"My cases?" he scratched at the back of his head. "I don't know who you think I am but I don't have any."
Damnation he thought to himself. Does he know who I am? How!?
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The medicine seller was on his feet again in an instant. He reached into his sleeve to pull out a short sword in an elaborate jewel-encrusted sheath. This he made no attempt to draw, merely held it on display for the detective.
"I have been led to you because you can provide the answers that I seek," he declared. "I have been led to you because there is evil in this city that must be eradicated, and you have failed to do so. I cannot draw my sword until we have discovered evil's Form, Truth, and Reasoning.
"Will you help me?"
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How DARE this man question his...
..The Box Killer.
"Evil is not always forthcoming in its crimes," L said slowly. "Evidence is needed. More evidence."
It was clear this man knew he was a detective. There was no reason for him to betray himself as "L" but it seemed that continuing to feign ignorance was not an option.
"I cannot divine answers from aether."
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He paused, his lips quirked into the smallest of smiles. "I am not a court of law," he continued. "Solid evidence need not be presented. It is your thoughts I am here today to gather. What you have seen and what you have speculated... so that the sword and the hands that hold it can find and eliminate the evil that has evaded all of us for too long."
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L poked a finger towards the stranger. "'Eliminating' evil is not your job, it is the job of the police. Killing is a crime, unless done in self-defense. Even if the victims are killers themselves."
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He stepped forward, up, onto the table but somehow managing to avoid toppling anything over. "The police have their duty and I have mine," he said, his voice raising in volume but not losing its calm tone. "Evil will be found and I will cut it. Refuse to speak and you allow evil to prevail, you protect it. But there is no hurry. Though every moment wasted leaves another victim to fall, I can be... patient."
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"Your toes are in my cake."
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...and was once again sitting in the chair across from L, hands resting in his lap, as though he had never moved in the first place. The sword was out of sight. And he was silent then, staring straight at the detective and waiting with all the patience he'd just spoken of.
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