escalation

[remem_b_er]

Now, don't look if you're squeamish, but

There's a body in the kitchen. It's skin is translucent, except the patches covered in the oozing, green rash. Pus has crusted on what remains of it's clothes. One half of the forehead and the jaw have caved in, green and oozing and unable to hold up to whatever pressure was put on them when the body fell.

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[gunsnrosaries]

(Aaaaand there goes little Mello, running of the kitchen screaming. Poor kid will be traumatized for days.)

[ijk_mno]

Mello!

*This isn't good.*

Mello, stop. What's wrong?

[gunsnrosaries]

B-b-body! K-k-kitchen, th-there's--!

(He's shaking, covering his eyes with his hands.)

[ijk_mno]

It's alright, you're safe, I promise.

*He snags him for a hug.*

[firm_detective]

*L has been feeling a little under the weather, a little off, for a few days; he's paler than usual, and he's experiencing the occasional moment of what might be disassociation. Just now, he wants nothing more than a cup of tea. Fresh fruit or strawberries wouldn't be amiss, either.*

*He steps into the kitchen, and his eyes widen, as his arms fall slack at his sides. He attempts to take in what he sees.*

*This isn't the first time today that he's been in this kitchen, so why is there now a decomposing body on the floor?*

*He walks up to it, to give it a closer look... bending over it and peering down, to take in every detail.*

*It takes a moment for the obvious to hit him: a body in this state of decomposition should have a noxious stench. But the only odors in the kitchen are just what they should be: coffee, vanilla... all the comforting smells of home.*

[firm_detective]

*He steps back to lean against the cabinets, but he looks troubled more than horrified. He speaks softly.*

Yes, Mihael, I am... very much afraid that it is. But --

-- can you smell it?

[coordinated_n]

Whoever you are, you're standing right in the middle of the door.

*Near ducks around him, plants a foot in the leaked goop from the decomposing man, and falls messily. Not onto the man, mercifully.*

What on-

[coordinated_n]

*Near scrabbles away, leaning against the oven door, still on the ground, trembling because he can feel that goop all over him and it can't be anything good.*

[near_your_enemy]

N is not having the best of days. At all. Light was being unusually demanding, not to mention Ryuk's mocking was starting to get out of hand. He just needed to get everything under control, just needed to figure something out before he finally acted. Food before he finally starved to death, and then some more thinking in his room

[ijk_mno]

Near?

*Peering over him.*

What... is this?

[near_your_enemy]

His eyes flicker upward towards the voice, and the muscle in his jaw tenses considerably at the sight of an L.

"It's a body. Obviously." Pursing his lips somewhat, he tilts his head and tugs a finger in his hair. "I don't know anything else yet."

[ijk_mno]

I can't tell whose.

[lastrunnerup]

*All right. So. Maybe this mansion isn't so nice after all.*

What the fuck is this?

[coordinated_n]

M-mello? *Near clutches a hand in his hair, smearing it full of the goop, and presses himself further back against the oven. He's coated in the slime, especially his feet.*

[lastrunnerup]

Near, why the hell are you playing in it?

*Mello is undeniably disturbed, but not traumatized-- he's pulling a face, though, one of great disgust.*

Get your hand out of your hair, that's sick.

[coordinated_n]

I fell. I didn't know it was there, I fell. *Still tugging at his hair, knuckles white.*