and falling

[remem_b_er]

*Suddenly, where there wasn't one a moment ago, a man is standing. A B, specifically, though dressed in an off-green prisoner's uniform, with dirt under his fingernails, and with a certain gauntness to his face. He takes in his surroundings with a lazy expression, then frowns like something has occured to him

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[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello is on his way back from the bar; his face is still bruised and swollen, no surprise there. He stops and glances at B disdainfully.-

Oh it's you - creeping around as usual, I see. Christ, don't you have a life?

Oh. No, I guess you don't.

[remem_b_er]

*B laughs at that, and it echoes.*

Who are you? Aren't you snide.

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Mello smirks at him.-

Snide's my middle name.

You can call me Mello - not that I want you to or anything; even if you're not the same creepy stalking motherfucker I know, I'd just as soon you stay the fuck away from me.

[remem_b_er]

I'm not the same creepy stalking motherfucker you know.

[firm_detective]

*On the hunt for a cup of tea, as sometimes happens late at night; he has left Misa asleep in his locked room. He ambles down the hallway, nearly passing the new arrival... another B, but not beyond-boredom... or... is it?*

*He takes a step back, peering at remem-b-er.*

You... have just arrived?

[remem_b_er]

In a manner of speaking, L Lawliet.

[firm_detective]

*A cold look.*

You're B, of course -- or do you prefer Beyond Birthday?

Please do me the favor of not using that name again. You may call me Ryuuzaki.

[remem_b_er]

Whatever you prefer, Ryuuzaki. *Shoving his hands into the pockets of the smart suit he's wearing- dark green, like a bottle of red wine. I'm sorry, did you think he was dressed in something else? It must have been a trick of the light.*

[gunsnrosaries]

(Mello's been lost in the Mansion; he's been wandering the upper floors. He'd finally found staircases, though, and had made his way down. And now, he's here, in the hallway, and there's some creepy dude standing there.)

Uhh, what the heck?

[remem_b_er]

Hello, little one.

[gunsnrosaries]

(Mello gives him something of a squinty, suspicious look.)

Who are you?

[remem_b_er]

Who do I look like, to you?

[deathdefiance]

Nathalie is wandering around, happy she is no longer a succubus nor a kitten, though her wrist has gone back to it's broken state. Minus the cast. So she's looking for a bathroom or something to splint it with, holding it carefully and trying not to jostle it too much. She pauses when she spots B, knowing if this one is anything like Backup from her world, he's best avoided. Buy hey, she hasn't always looked into her best interests.

"Good evening. You have recently arrived, I presume?"

[remem_b_er]

I am. What's wrong with your arm?

[deathdefiance]

"Welcome, then, to the mansion. Has anyone given you the introductory speech?" Little pause, mentioning her arm has sparked its wish to be recognized, and winces a bit when she moves. "The wrist snapped a few weeks ago, and the mansion thought it would be funny if I lost my cast."

[remem_b_er]

Then you need to splint it. You won't be able to do it on your own, not effectively.

[tickle_me_el]

[Elle is on his way to the kitchen when he sees the man. For a moment, he thinks it's one of his alternates, but no: a brief perusal of the face says otherwise. Elle almost takes a step forward - B was a friend, in his world, after all - but he's been warned about the Bs in the Mansion and caution is generally better. When he speaks, his words are level.]

Hello. Did you just arrive?

[remem_b_er]

Yes.

*Pressing his thumb to his bottom lip.*

[tickle_me_el]

[The gesture seems oddly familiar to Elle, but his B never did that, and - being a little less self-aware than some of his counterparts - it takes a moment for it to sink in.]

Ah. Can I correctly assume your name is B?

[remem_b_er]

Do you accomodate preference, L?