The validity of hypothesis
Who: heartdissonance + neargenius
When: Friday morning
Where: Near's playground Sector 11 in one of those familiar empty warehouses
Summary: After a brief discussion, an experiment on the nature of death in Siren's Port will take place. If a bird can die, can a cat die as well? Inquiring minds want to know.
Warnings: Cat suicide, butnotreally. This will get interesting.
Being out was dangerous, more dangerous than usual--Kira, the other killer--but this was something that Near wanted to see.
Shijima Kurookano was an interesting person, and he could not forget an interesting person. She claimed to be unable to die, to have lived for significantly longer than the atypical lifespan. He had seen her disappear--a white flash, empty clothes--that in of itself did not make sense. And with so many other unknowns--Kira, the other killer, L, the reason they were here, how they had come to be here, how they could leave again--it was important for Near to define anything that he did not understand. If he defined it, if he understood it, then it became route. Then normalcy was established.
And then yesterday, Shijima, operating under the influence of her half-explained past, had said that she was going to kill herself. And she wanted an audience. Near was not squeamish in the least. Things that bothered others had never bothered him. Rather, he was intrigued by this proposition. Someone who could not die was going to try and die. How could she live through it? Perhaps observation would be able to tell. Perhaps she would tell him more in person. The chances of that were quite low, hovering somewhere around eleven percent--her secrecy was familiar and irritating all at once--but the possibility was still there.
It was still fairly early in the morning when Near, in his usual outdoor attire--overlarge coat, old shoes, L mask pulled securely over his face--slipped into the agreed-upon warehouse. He was earlier than he had said he would be, in an attempt to maintain a certain control over the situation. Mello was in the area, working--Near had confirmed this before leaving this morning. His NV in one pocket, a pack of Tarot cards in the other--he shut the door firmly behind him and leaned against the wall, taking in the shadows of the room.
When: Friday morning
Where: Near's playground Sector 11 in one of those familiar empty warehouses
Summary: After a brief discussion, an experiment on the nature of death in Siren's Port will take place. If a bird can die, can a cat die as well? Inquiring minds want to know.
Warnings: Cat suicide, butnotreally. This will get interesting.
Being out was dangerous, more dangerous than usual--Kira, the other killer--but this was something that Near wanted to see.
Shijima Kurookano was an interesting person, and he could not forget an interesting person. She claimed to be unable to die, to have lived for significantly longer than the atypical lifespan. He had seen her disappear--a white flash, empty clothes--that in of itself did not make sense. And with so many other unknowns--Kira, the other killer, L, the reason they were here, how they had come to be here, how they could leave again--it was important for Near to define anything that he did not understand. If he defined it, if he understood it, then it became route. Then normalcy was established.
And then yesterday, Shijima, operating under the influence of her half-explained past, had said that she was going to kill herself. And she wanted an audience. Near was not squeamish in the least. Things that bothered others had never bothered him. Rather, he was intrigued by this proposition. Someone who could not die was going to try and die. How could she live through it? Perhaps observation would be able to tell. Perhaps she would tell him more in person. The chances of that were quite low, hovering somewhere around eleven percent--her secrecy was familiar and irritating all at once--but the possibility was still there.
It was still fairly early in the morning when Near, in his usual outdoor attire--overlarge coat, old shoes, L mask pulled securely over his face--slipped into the agreed-upon warehouse. He was earlier than he had said he would be, in an attempt to maintain a certain control over the situation. Mello was in the area, working--Near had confirmed this before leaving this morning. His NV in one pocket, a pack of Tarot cards in the other--he shut the door firmly behind him and leaned against the wall, taking in the shadows of the room.