charging... clear!

[remem_b_er]

L. Oh L.

*B is prowling the halls, for the first time, obviously not human any more.*

Come out, come out.

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[firm_detective]

*L has been resting on the sofa in his room -- thinking, and waiting. When he hears the noise in the hallway, he struggles to his feet. He suspects this is the decisive moment he's been anticipating.*

[remem_b_er]

*It knocks on the door, as though the wood could stop it.*

[firm_detective]

*Trying to breathe, he takes a halting step towards the door.*

You will come in whether I want you to or not, unless you would rather do this in the hallway. Which is it?

[remem_b_er]

*It steps straight through, without bothering to pretend it needs to open it.*

Figured it out yet, L?

[gunsnrosaries]

... Mommy? I haven't seen you in a while... where are you?

(He's looking in every mirror he can find.)

[remem_b_er]

It's time for me to go, sweetie.

[gunsnrosaries]

Wh-what? What do you mean?

[remem_b_er]

You're not going to see me or your daddy any more.

But it's okay. You're so brave. And you know I'll always be looking out for you, don't you?

[reprism]

[Light has been watching the wall.

he's not sure how long L has been gone; can't remember why he left in the first place. his sense of time has deteriorated. he is aware, vaguely, that he has gotten worse again - but the concerns of fever and slime and pain and dizziness have all dissolved into a kind of pettiness. he has been overtaken by something larger, an echoing transcendent state which leaves him detached from everything but the images on the wall. except they're not on the wall - the wall doesn't exist any more, or maybe it has just changed into something with more dimensions than it should have. everything around it is just a mirage, but the wall is like an anchor; maybe it's his life.

it is less like a movie-theatre projection, more like a parade of memories.

the door, as it creaks open, sounds both impossibly loud and far away. he opens his mouth and tries to speak but finds it clogged with slime, his tongue and teeth slippery, so he coughs and spits, gracelessly, before finally managing to utter thickly:] L?

[remem_b_er]

Light.

*It isn't L.*

[reprism]

... [silent for a long while.] What do you want? [whispered. he knows that the fact that his voice is barely-audible won't matter, though.]

[remem_b_er]

The only thing I've ever wanted.

Why weren't you there?

[tickle_me_el]

[He's been in his room for the past twenty-four hours, although he's not quite sure why. It's not the sickness - if he was going to get sick, he would have by now and he hadn't suffered much more than a cough, at any rate. Maybe it's the confusion. But now, when he hears the noise outside his door, he moves outside.

Looking around the empty hallway:]

Hello?

[remem_b_er]

Hello? Hello?

You and your stupid questions.

[tickle_me_el]

It... wasn't a question. Not really.

[remem_b_er]

Your stupid, biting, prodding questions and your stupid, nasty tests.

[yourfinaldeeds]

Oh.

It's you.

-Mello's words are distinctly more flat, less hostile than the last time he'd uttered them when encountering this B.-

[remem_b_er]

There's someone looking for you.

[yourfinaldeeds]

-Shrug-

And who might that be?

[remem_b_er]

He's just in there.

*Jerking his head at the door next to him.*