Light | 001
Who: Light Yagami and somarium
Where: Espoir
Style: Either!
Status: Open!
Light's first hypothesis upon appearing here an hour ago had been benign in nature: Slumber. A lucid dream perhaps. What had bothered Light about that particular explanation however, was that unlike any dream that he's had in the past, this one didn't seem to have any kind of logical fallacy that would allow him to correctly identify his state of consciousness. Or more appropriately, his lack of consciousness.
The buildings near by appeared to satisfy the laws of physics; there weren't any auditory abnormalities to be heard. The grass underneath his fingers felt springy, and when his fingers were brought to his nose, he confirmed that the soil underneath smelled damp and mossy. Sight, smell, feel, sound, were all accounted for. The last sensation, taste, was one that Light, dreaming or not, was unwilling to sacrifice his dignity over. He would leave the grass sampling to the ruminants, thanks.
A slight adjustment to his hypothesis was made. This was possibly the most vivid lucid dream he's had in months... and with that thought in mind, he quickly condemned his surroundings to the waters of the Phlegethon. Disappointingly, there is no impressive burst of flame, no magical portal to the seventh circle of hell. All remained as quiet as it had been mere seconds before. He sighed. Not a dream. And if this wasn't a dream, then reality? But who would have the means to bring Light here without him even realizing?
Which swiftly led Light to his second explanation: L. In other words, the sole person Light knew had the resources available to pull off a scheme this grand in scope. The question was, would the bastard really do this? The phone that had mysteriously appeared in his coat pocket, would certainly fit amongst L's arsenal of high tech gadgetry-- though, as Light swiftly realizes from perusing its contents, this could not possibly be L's doing.
Contact list? Evacuation procedures? Light's brow is furrowed as he carefully reads through the information. He now had the answer to the question, "Where?"- The phone gave that much away, but provided no further insight into the questions of how and why.
Was this some bizarre mass kidnapping? If so, why was there a phone? ...And more pertinently, why the hell had his kidnappers left him with his Death Note? A slight smirk. It would be easy to conclude that whoever was responsible for this had not thought out this out very far, but on the other hand, the sheer size of the contact list alone proved that whoever it was, knew precisely what they were doing. Light would have to close the information gap first.
With that thought in mind, and the Death Note tucked safely out of sight, he brushed off his hands, and stood up. It was time to explore Somarium.
Where: Espoir
Style: Either!
Status: Open!
Light's first hypothesis upon appearing here an hour ago had been benign in nature: Slumber. A lucid dream perhaps. What had bothered Light about that particular explanation however, was that unlike any dream that he's had in the past, this one didn't seem to have any kind of logical fallacy that would allow him to correctly identify his state of consciousness. Or more appropriately, his lack of consciousness.
The buildings near by appeared to satisfy the laws of physics; there weren't any auditory abnormalities to be heard. The grass underneath his fingers felt springy, and when his fingers were brought to his nose, he confirmed that the soil underneath smelled damp and mossy. Sight, smell, feel, sound, were all accounted for. The last sensation, taste, was one that Light, dreaming or not, was unwilling to sacrifice his dignity over. He would leave the grass sampling to the ruminants, thanks.
A slight adjustment to his hypothesis was made. This was possibly the most vivid lucid dream he's had in months... and with that thought in mind, he quickly condemned his surroundings to the waters of the Phlegethon. Disappointingly, there is no impressive burst of flame, no magical portal to the seventh circle of hell. All remained as quiet as it had been mere seconds before. He sighed. Not a dream. And if this wasn't a dream, then reality? But who would have the means to bring Light here without him even realizing?
Which swiftly led Light to his second explanation: L. In other words, the sole person Light knew had the resources available to pull off a scheme this grand in scope. The question was, would the bastard really do this? The phone that had mysteriously appeared in his coat pocket, would certainly fit amongst L's arsenal of high tech gadgetry-- though, as Light swiftly realizes from perusing its contents, this could not possibly be L's doing.
Contact list? Evacuation procedures? Light's brow is furrowed as he carefully reads through the information. He now had the answer to the question, "Where?"- The phone gave that much away, but provided no further insight into the questions of how and why.
Was this some bizarre mass kidnapping? If so, why was there a phone? ...And more pertinently, why the hell had his kidnappers left him with his Death Note? A slight smirk. It would be easy to conclude that whoever was responsible for this had not thought out this out very far, but on the other hand, the sheer size of the contact list alone proved that whoever it was, knew precisely what they were doing. Light would have to close the information gap first.
With that thought in mind, and the Death Note tucked safely out of sight, he brushed off his hands, and stood up. It was time to explore Somarium.