1st Blast || Mello || [Video/Audio]

[worldsrunnerup]

[If you're room is near Mello's you may have already heard the shooting. He's fired off his gun randomly into the walls, paranoia does that to you. He doesn't remember being here. He doesn't remember falling asleep. And he doesn't like it. When the feed clicks on Mello is just getting out of bed, gun in hand.]

I don't know who the fuck you

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[Video]

[makerofimage]

[It's a good thing that he lives at the end of the hall or this would have been messy.]

Um....you might want to ask the butler.

[Video]

[worldsrunnerup]

How the fuck can you be so calm?! What butler?!

[Video]

[makerofimage]

[His eyes widen and blinks.]

Um...the one that made breakfast this morning. That one. And uh, you really shouldn't mumble. It's hard to understand what you're saying.

[Video]

[worldsrunnerup]

What the fuck is going on here?!

[Mello looks murderous]

SOMEONE's going to have to answer for it! How can you be so fucking CALM!?

[He throws opened his door, gun first, leaving the blackberry on the nightstand. Now that the shooter's preoccupied you might notice that the room is...interesting. Zebra print wallpaper, a black leather couch along on wall, black carpeting, it's very dark, oh, and there are smoking bullet holes in the wall]

[Private, Audio Only]

[hunch_ofjustice]

[L was going to stay in his room for a few more days hours without attempting to communicate with the other hostages, but then this broadcast. It can't be; it shouldn't even be possible. But he would recognize that forcefulness anywhere.

Still, given the circumstances, L is hesitant to show his face. He's locked the broadcast, but if this is his successor, and he is older, then the most likely possibility at the moment is that L himself has awoken from some sort of several year-long coma. And if Mello is as hardened as he is, and as quick to wield weapons as he is, L can't trust that Mello is still his ally, after so much time has passed. For this reason, he will not show his face. Not yet. Mello should be able to recognize his voice, from their meeting in Mello's childhood. If he doesn't, that in itself will be very telling.]

Mello. You have grown.

[Private, Video]

[worldsrunnerup]

[Mello's eyes go impossibly wide and he stares at the communicator as if he'll somehow be able to see around the L. That voice. How was it possible? Could Kira mimic L so perfectly? He'd been doing a horrible job of ACTING the part why would he attempt to imitate him on such a personal level? And if this WAS Kira why wasn't he dead yet? Why take him away from the church? Why bring him back to the suite he had when he was in the Mafia?

L was dead. So who was talking to him? Unless...unless he was dead too. But that was impossible, the room might be appropriate but L would not be in Hell.

His mind is working quickly, he's trying to figure out what's going on, he felt like he was back in a testing facility at Wammy's the timer clicking quickly downward.

Time's up.]

This can't be real.

[Private, Audio/Video]

[hunch_ofjustice]

[Hmm. Not exactly the response he hoped for, but it's not exactly unexpected.]

Perhaps not. But then one of us is hallucinating, and the other is not real.

...

I feel real. Besides, there are others.

[Private, Audio/Video]

[worldsrunnerup]

[Mello gives a weak sort of nod. He wants to say "but you're dead!" but if this IS somehow L he either already knows that or...or what? How could he BE here? But it also raised another question: where was Matt? If L was dead and still here, maybe Matt was too. But why hadn't he answered on the blackberry.

L's presence, however, could push Matt aside for the moment. That comment, "I feel real" complete with the pause, the idea that it was somehow a rational thought. It brought Mello right back to that day in the sun stained parlor back at Wammy's house.

Feeling real.

Mello wasn't quite feeling real. He felt dead inside, hollow, tired. He felt like L looked.]

[Mutters, barely audible] That makes one of us.

[Then louder] I've seen one of them, guy in a tophat. How many hostages do you think there are? If we are hostages?