B's heart skipped a beat when he turned to face the voice addressing him and saw L standing there. L had been dead for years. This was simply impossible.
B pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and nodded, fighting to maintain his composure.
"I see. Can you tell me where I am, or how I got here?"
B nodded again, slowly, and glanced down the hallway, searching for a mirror or a clock or a light switch to turn on, something to test whether this was a dream. Perhaps he'd passed out - it wouldn't have been the first time B had immersed himself so deeply in a case he'd forgotten to eat and sleep until he'd driven himself well past the point of exhaustion.
How is he alive ... ? B thought for half a second he'd heard someone whisper the question at the back of his neck, but he quickly shrugged the idea off. Shock, perhaps, of seeing L - L - talking and breathing and right in front of him. It was a logical question, after all.
"Alternate dimensions, you mean? They do, in fact, exist?"
*L has left the kitchen, wearing an Inverness cape and deerstalker cap, on his way back to his room. His right palm is bandaged, as is the left side of his forehead, under the hat.*
*He pauses, taking B in with his bland gaze, before commenting,*
Of all the people who come and go through this place, I have never once seen Roger.
B blinked twice, struggling to maintain a calm facade. Despite the cape and cap, it was apparent to B that the man addressing him was none other than L - and L had been dead for years. How was this possible?
What little color was present in B's face drained almost immediately after the girl introduced herself, and he heard a voice at the back of his neck shout What?! as he took a startled step backwards. A small piece of his brain attempted to discern whether he had actually just lost his composure and shouted in disbelief or simply imagined it, but he quickly brushed it aside as he shook his head and stared harshly at her.
"No you're not."
B labored to keep his voice flat and firm and even. If he didn't, B feared he might scream at the girl.
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*As gentle an explanation as L can manage.*
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B pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and nodded, fighting to maintain his composure.
"I see. Can you tell me where I am, or how I got here?"
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How is he alive ... ? B thought for half a second he'd heard someone whisper the question at the back of his neck, but he quickly shrugged the idea off. Shock, perhaps, of seeing L - L - talking and breathing and right in front of him. It was a logical question, after all.
"Alternate dimensions, you mean? They do, in fact, exist?"
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*He pauses, taking B in with his bland gaze, before commenting,*
Of all the people who come and go through this place, I have never once seen Roger.
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"I see. This isn't my office?"
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No, it is no one's office.
*A B, with an office, looking for Roger...? A hint of thoughtfulness passes into his expression. He is surprised, too.*
When were you last certain that you were there?
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B frowned, tugging again at the ribbon on his wrist.
"If this isn't my office, could you tell me where this is?"
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Hi, B...you're new, right?
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"I don't believe we've met."
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Hi, I'm A.
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"No you're not."
B labored to keep his voice flat and firm and even. If he didn't, B feared he might scream at the girl.
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[He almost wouldn't be surprised, but - no, he's quite sure that he's never seen him here, at least.]
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Oh, hello there. New, I take it?
((ooc: Technically, she's in possesion of a Death Note, so since he has the eyes, he won't see her numbers. ;) ))
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