You are priceless, brat! I am eternal, child!
Who: Near, Mello, and Kira the Killer Clown.
When: backdated to Sunday April 3rd.
Where: the fairgrounds
Summary: Light has been Jokerized, and he's left Near and Mello a trail of nonsensical breadcrumbs. Not one to resist a good confrontation with Kira, the Wammy Boys track him down. CONFRONTATIONS. ACTION TAGS.
Warnings: Jokerized Light. Mello has guns. Draw conclusions as you will.
[Near follows right behind Mello. He's carrying a robot. Most people would elect to leave the robot at home, especially walking into a situation like this--or what has the potential to be a situation, anyway; nothing is confirmed. But who else could it be but Kira?
Really, he ought to be the one in the lead. Near is the one who wanted to go after Kira so directly--though Mello is always ready for action, ready to do something. And perhaps this direct move was stupid. Perhaps they ought to have stayed in their apartment, and played the game at a distance--but Near was tired of Kira teasing them. L had implied how slow they were, and it was true. One year, and they hadn't caught Kira. They'd come close, but he had always wriggled away, and others had killed him and others had interfered--and those were all excuses.
He reaches out and grabs onto the hem of Mello's coat, holding it silently for a moment.]
There's no one here.
[The fairgrounds are empty and quiet--strange, for the afternoon hour. Near resists the urge to move toward the shadow of a nearby building. He's wearing his overcoat, and the hood of his sweatshirt is over his head. He can hardly be seen. And he's with Mello, and so he is safe enough, but still, he looks around. Nothing. Empty. But they couldn't be wrong. Kira is here, somewhere.]
When: backdated to Sunday April 3rd.
Where: the fairgrounds
Summary: Light has been Jokerized, and he's left Near and Mello a trail of nonsensical breadcrumbs. Not one to resist a good confrontation with Kira, the Wammy Boys track him down. CONFRONTATIONS. ACTION TAGS.
Warnings: Jokerized Light. Mello has guns. Draw conclusions as you will.
[Near follows right behind Mello. He's carrying a robot. Most people would elect to leave the robot at home, especially walking into a situation like this--or what has the potential to be a situation, anyway; nothing is confirmed. But who else could it be but Kira?
Really, he ought to be the one in the lead. Near is the one who wanted to go after Kira so directly--though Mello is always ready for action, ready to do something. And perhaps this direct move was stupid. Perhaps they ought to have stayed in their apartment, and played the game at a distance--but Near was tired of Kira teasing them. L had implied how slow they were, and it was true. One year, and they hadn't caught Kira. They'd come close, but he had always wriggled away, and others had killed him and others had interfered--and those were all excuses.
He reaches out and grabs onto the hem of Mello's coat, holding it silently for a moment.]
There's no one here.
[The fairgrounds are empty and quiet--strange, for the afternoon hour. Near resists the urge to move toward the shadow of a nearby building. He's wearing his overcoat, and the hood of his sweatshirt is over his head. He can hardly be seen. And he's with Mello, and so he is safe enough, but still, he looks around. Nothing. Empty. But they couldn't be wrong. Kira is here, somewhere.]