Page 5: Haunted [In Person]

[finalarbiter]

Light is walking silently through the hallway to return to his room. His steps are quick, as though he does not want to be caught up in idle conversation. As controlled as the pace is, it seems he might break out into running at any moment

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[mei_tantei]

[Shinichi is exiting Conan's room-that's a little odd- and popping open a can of orange soda. Stuck as a child or a teenager- it's still his favorite kind of soda.

He stops though as he watches Light's suspicious behavior. Mello warned him about Yagami and Shinichi had decided it was probably best if he didn't meet Light in person while in his true form-so much for that.]

Did you lock yourself out?

[He makes sure he's not letting out to the fact he thinks he's probably up to something walking around all guilty like that.]

[finalarbiter]

[Light turns around. It's an unfamiliar face, though Light is certain that he has heard his voice. He frowns as he tries to place it. The fact that he came out of Conan's room as well, is something that surprises him.]

No, I did not. Sorry, have we spoken before?

[mei_tantei]

Oi, oi. I like to think I'm easier to remember then that. High School detective, Kudo Shinichi.

We spoke briefly because Conan-kun informed me you wanted to talk to me, remember?

[finalarbiter]

[Don't want to talk right now, Go away.Light's expression clears into a smile.]

Ah, that's right. It's pleasant to meet you face to face. From what Conan-kun said, I was under the impression that you were unavailable.

[holy_pickle]

[Dende was walking through the halls with an old tome in his hands planning to go to the library and get some reading done like the big green nerd he is when he spots someone just randomly standing in front of a door. Unmoving. It was a bit odd. Perhaps he was ill?]

Um, are you alright sir?

[finalarbiter]

[Light turns to look at the new arrival, and he can't help himself. His reaction is to take a half step back in alarm. Piccolo had done a fantastic job of making him extremely wary of green aliens, and if his suspicions were right, this one was to be avoided at all costs. The male voice makes him slightly puzzled, but who knew what alien females of Piccolo's race sounded like?]

...A-ah, yes. I am fine.

[Please just go away.]

[holy_pickle]

A-Are you sure? You look pale.

[Dende tilts his head noticing some bruises around Light's neck]

I'm one of the residential healers, if it would be alright I could at least do something about your neck...

[finalarbiter]

[Light brings his arm up to his neck as part of a belated, futile self-conscious reflex to keep his bruises hidden. As much as he wants for the bruises to go away, he doesn't want to be indebted to "Elphaba" either, in case she uses it against him in the future. He half smiles.]

Pale? ...Ah, I haven't been outside very often as of late, and I would hate to ask you to go through that sort of trouble on my behalf.

[worldsrunnerup]

[Mello freezes. He can feel his rage building at the razor sharp claws the Author has decided to give him shoot outwards, a defense mechanism he neither needs nor wants. It takes him a second to force them to retract with a muttered swear. But by this point Light may have already heard him]

[finalarbiter]

[Even if Light seems to be detached from his surroundings, the opposite is true; he is almost hyper aware of them. As soon as he hears the metallic ring, his eyes narrow, and his muscles tense. When he sees Mello, his previously impassive expression turns cold. He flicks his eyes up and down Mello's body searching for concealed weapons, while keeping one hand on the doorknob.]

[worldsrunnerup]

[Mello's not revealing anything]

Got a problem, Yagami?

[finalarbiter]

[Light forces himself to relax- which he does to mixed results. His shoulders are not as tense, and his glare softens into a casual glance, yet his free hand remains tightly clenched. Go to hell. He speaks in a friendly conversational tone of voice.]

Not at all. I do appreciate the concern though, Mello.

[motherofsilence]

[There was a shadow that formed in the hallway - she was mostly shifting around testing how consistent the flowers were; the darkness was ringed with them - ]

[Then it formed into - well, she was looking her "proper" age, in her early thirties, with the skirt long enough to brush the ground, and mostly intact, besides a burn scar across her face and some singe marks on her dress.]

Troubled? [her face is almost too passively neutral, and she's distinctly studying him.]

[finalarbiter]

[Light jerks back at the sound; he had been quite sure the hallways had been empty only a moment before. He's looking at Alessa carefully. The burn on her face reminds him of Mello, which puts him on edge ever so slightly and the scorch marks aren't exactly reassuring either. The flowers by her feet do absolutely nothing to relax him.]

Somewhat. ...Are you new? I cannot say that I recall ever meeting you before.

[motherofsilence]

Relatively new, yes. [She's definitely studying him.] I haven't met that many people here yet.

[And behind her, on the other wall from Light, the wall starts bleeding, the seepage clearly spelling out words - ]

FEET OF CLAY?

[finalarbiter]

[Light's eyes narrow. He is perfectly aware that he is being scrutinized and it's beginning to make him feel sordid. He opens his mouth to say something, but the wall catches his eye. The red liquid trickling down is enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck rise, but the message puts his body into a paranoid shock. He is literally frozen in place, staring wide eyed at the wall.]