I wish I had an evil twin

[terusagoodboy]

*Teru thought this was the Flight Room. He even heard the giant fan whirring inside. But when he enters - suddenly there are two of him, apparently identical. One of them turns and looks apprehensively at the other, who rolls his eyes.*

Yes, we still look the same. I thought we were over the whole 'what if I'm secretly evil' thing?

...sorry. I'm

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[curtainwizard]

[Light's having something of a lazy morning, in that he's not hurrying pell-mell to the kitchen, in order to get it over and done with. What's the point, after all? - he's starting to think it might be a better idea just to try doors at random and see if any of them lead to the kitchen. Which is almost never where it should be, first thing in the morning...

And today is no exception: he pauses in front of the door, and he can see the kitchen in there - but as soon as he steps inside, it's gone. There's a quick shiver that ripples right down through him, along his spine, as if he's being separated out from himself like tangled wool - and then two of him are standing there.]

Well, that was easier than last time.

[He's tidy enough, somewhat diffident. And - it's as if he'd been lost, dragged down into a vat of syrup, choking and blinding, only to find that he's stepped out of it and been born over. Memories and experiences, in the background: he prods at the uppermost ones - some of which are really quite horrifying - but it's as if

[reprism]

You have a good side? Colour me shocked.

[shaking his head, he puts a hand on his other-half's shoulder, which earns him a glare and an annoyed noise.] Ignore him, he's tetchy.

[curtainwizard]

[Light is hanging back, watching the two of you carefully. He wants to look away, to be somewhere else, anywhere else.]

[He knows his twin is hovering behind him, dog-in-the-manger-like - but he can't resist speaking.]

Well, you two are cute, aren't you. Don't get along with yourself?

[He really can't stand it, and tucks his face down into his collar in a scowl: you've got no right to speak to them after what we did.]

[reprism]

Do you? [still irked, in a wintry way.] He's quite tedious, that's all. [icy smile.]

[for his part, Light is just watching the silent half of his double with a little frown.]

[reprism]

[for the past few days, Light has mostly been sequestered in his room - "mostly", but not entirely. today, he decided on a walk, but when he opened the door to the beach room—

there's a dizzying pain, and everything goes white and it's like he's dissolving and he almost screams.]

[—and then the world reassembles itself, and he is - not as he was. he's looking over at his mirror image, except this isn't just one of his doubles, this is his - other half. Light's lip curls a bit, and he sighs. his expression is guarded, suspicious, cold.]

Well, isn't this charming.

[this Light spends a few moments looking bemused, flexing his hands and - well, getting used to it. then he looks up - he, by contrast, seems quite calm, even mildly cheerful.] It's rather interesting.

[terusagoodboy]

Are you all right? You looked scared when you came in here. It's a strange thing to happen, the first time -

So in your world am I in the band? It'd be cool if -

Teru, not now. I'm making sure he's okay.

[reprism]

No, don't worry, we're fine. [smile.] It was just unexpected. But thanks.

You assist the band, in our world.

[terusagoodboy]

Miles said he thought we'd be a DJ. But that's still pretty cool.

[last_oneleft]

When Near stepped into the room, he knew it wasn’t where he intended to be. He meant to find the kitchen to grab a snack and rest a little. Instead, he was lured into the room with the dominating thought that it would be a safe place. He was wrong.

Suddenly, there were two. On the right there was a dirt-covered, scrawny version of himself. Not quite the way he looked when he first arrived; it was the image of himself that he imagined when he had no choice but to think of his situation. Lying on the floor, hands and feet tied behind his back, with every white part of his body now tainted with brown. The wretched figure breathed heavily, staring at the floor with a tired and desperate expression.

"We’re going to die," he said in a gruff, dry, voice. It was chilling to hear, leaving a terrible sound ringing in the air. "This respite won’t last forever."

"We won’t," said a voice from the left. In contrast to the one on the ground, this one was standing with his arms and feet bound. He was clean and full, still white and pure

[gamerspy]

Holy shit. The fuck happened to you?

*The Matt with the cigarette stares at both Nears, while the other frowns.*

[last_oneleft]

"I lost," the grounded Near said miserably. He dropped his head onto the floor.

"I was captured by Kira," the standing Near explained.

[gamerspy]

You're here, now. He's a fucking dick, but he can't get you here.

Jesus, man He's probably... do you need help? With the stuff on your wrists?

[cra_n_ky]

The sensation of being plucked out of his skin and set neatly down next to himself is something Nate hopes never to experience again. There's pain and pain and then there's another him and what the hell, this has got to be some kind of illusion.

"Do they never get tired of doing this? I just got done being Mello - they could have like, waited."

"It's not that bad, you know." He shrugs.

Nate wonders if he's hearing correctly. Isn't this supposed to be himself?

[terusagoodboy]

It's not so bad. You get to learn things.

You get to stop being so uptight.

I'm not uptight.

Yes you are. ...'s okay, though. That's what you're for.

[gamerspy]

This again, huh?

*Once again, the two Matts are visibly different. The first has no vest, no goggles, and is still smoking. The other...*

Hey. *He's quieter, features hidden behind the goggles and high collar.* We gave those up.

[terusagoodboy]

That's right. They're bad for you.

Don't nag him, he's helping us. *Other Teru smiles, turning to the Matts* Thank you. I mean it.

Yes. We're very grateful to you.

[gamerspy]

*The Matt who's smoking shrugs, but he turns, tilting his head up, to blow the smoke as far from Teru as possible.*

That's alright, Teru. *So says the quieter Matt, while the other gives him an amused look.*

You got a pretty shit lot in life. Fair's fair, right? And you're less likely to grow up crazy this way.

Was that really necessary, Matt?

[terusagoodboy]

He's right, though.

But you don't need to swear.

*sigh*