You greedy little bastard, you got what you deserve

[l_shrugged]

[He pleaded when they had first strapped him in; strained, cried for help, cursed at the two-way glass and, upon pinpointing the camera, glared razors. Then slipped into silence when the cloth curtained over his head, not even flinching as the lethal injection was administered. The breathing was visible by then, chest heaving up and down and up and

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[dreamsofgenesis]

[Here comes Misa to invade L's personal space bubble.]

Watcha doing?

[l_shrugged]

[L blinks at the blonde, eyes wider than before. Somehow. Was he really... having a dream about her, of all people? This wouldn't be a restful nap. Her suicide was quite successful, so he doesn't ponder any alternatives.]

It appears I'm experiencing the REM cycle.

[And he looks over the slight differences perhaps a bit too intently. It's still Misa Amane, though.]

[dreamsofgenesis]

[She gives him a blank look.] What does that mean?

[l_shrugged]

[Ah, Amane. He fixes her with an equally dull stare and slips the phone back into his pocket casually.]

This is a dream. An odd one. And now Amane-san will probably attempt to guilt me.

[redeemed_m]

[Since running into that Amane, Mello isn't exactly sure that it's his place to even engage with new arrivals. He doesn't like the confusion, the explanation. It reminds him of how fucking freaked out he was when he first got here.

But then he turns into one of wings, fingers absently stroking his crucifix as he walks and with an upward glance, he catches sight of an L. For about three seconds, Mello figures it must be a current resident, but then the confusion of the other registers and...yeah. Another newbie. Great.]

Hey. [He probably should keep walking, but honestly, despite everything, Mello really isn't that cruel. Besides, it's an L.]

[l_shrugged]

[The phone pinched between his fingers lowers to reveal a man a few feet down the hall and the phone is quickly slipped back into his pocket to free up his hands. A few more steps are taken before the greeting. Casual for a threat. Even so, he still doesn’t lower his guard.]

Hello.

[Upon further inspection, the other is mildly familiar from the blond hair halting below his chin to the azure eyes; definitely sharper, more experienced than he remembers but… The burns laced across the right of his face barely veil the fact that this is a matured Mello. He blinks slowly at the realization, recalling the last report he received on the, now, teenager. He heard of the liking for leather (interesting choice), but the burns? And growth spurt- hardly believable.

Forgetting his appearance, the successor even being in Germany is incorrect. If this is Germany… For all he knows, it’s a dream. Sixty percent likelihood. ]

I take it I’m unconscious, Mello.

[redeemed_m]

[A small shake of his head and Mello stops less than a foot away, taking in L taking him in. After the meeting with the first, Mello almost made pact with himself that he would actively avoid any Ls in this place. It struck too deep; hit places that shouldn't be hit, given that they weren't his L. Not one of them.]

There's like this-[He swallows, suddenly very conscious of the cold metal pressing against his lower back.]-kinda speech I'm supposed to give you but...

[After this, no more Ls. It's fucking with him already.]

Long story short, you're wide awake. And not where you're supposed to be.

[l_shrugged]

[L stares at the older Mello, somehow aware that this dream figment is more uncomfortable than he is despite everything. That is oddly calming. His toes curl against the tile floor, drawing his attention briefly simply because it's so cold. This is an odd dream.]

Mello expects me to believe I'm wide awake when he appears so much older.

[The hunched man takes a step forward and scrutinizes his potential's features, looking vaguely curious. It really does look like him... just older. He has been contemplating which would succeed, afterall; perhaps that is where this has come from. But why burned?]

Alright. Given I'm not where I should be, where am I instead?

[l_shrugged]

[L stares. And slips his phone into his pocket once more. Dream.]

...

Alright.

[He draws a thumb up, gently pressing his teeth to... before biting in hard- which apparently does little to stir him from this odd dream. He soothes it with his tongue before actually glancing to his double again.]

Evening.

[l_shrugged]

[L blinks slowly as this other him crouches, in some form of mockery of his own habit; a habit which is hardly quite necessary in this situation. Onyx orbs slip down to rest on the man lazily.

New to a dream? He dismisses the pointless question.]

I take it you are supposed to be me. [It isn't a question. L proceeds to stroll on down the hall, brushing past his likeness calmly.]

[misamisal]

::smiling, she waves and approaches, then offers a small egg shaped object wrapped in shiny foil::
Hello there. Would you like a chocolate egg? It's filled with orange flavored creme.

[l_shrugged]

[L blinks at the apparition and stares longer than necessary before his gaze falls to the egg-shaped object. Onyx hues slip back upwards to her face. It's definitely Misa Amane. This is what he gets for thinking of the Kira case while hungry.]

Hello, Amane-san... [He plucks the egg chocolate up and picks at the foil. At least she isn't guilting him over the case, something he had initially thought at noticing her.]

[misamisal]

::her eyes widen slightly and she laughs::
Please, call me Misa. Do you go by L, or something else? Some of other L's go by different names.
::she smiles softly, pleased:: Though, I'm happy you don't seem to be as aprehensive about taking food from me. Some of the others are and it makes me sad, though I know it's understandable why.

[l_shrugged]

[L picks the foil off, dropping scraps to the floor noisily as the blonde speaks. He glances, gaze disinterested. His mind seems to have created a version of Amane lacking the usual screeching and whining; while this is appreciated, it's also odd.]

Other L's... [His brow furrows as he twists the egg until they open in two halves, revealing the orange creme within.] Amane-san, would you mind explaining your presence in my unconscious?

[chilichoc]

*Mel fights an internal battle every time she sees an L she hasn't met, trying to quash the hope that somehow, this one will be hers, even as she braces herself for the reaction to her gender. That put-on indifference is what makes her sound more flippant than she feels, as she nods towards the phone.*

That won't work here.

[l_shrugged]

[The phone is already finding its way to the bottom of his pocket by the time the feminine voice concludes the comment. She's certainly correct, though. As he pinpoints her form, L has to blink several times. It looks like a certain hardheaded successor, but... that voice and, more notably, that figure.]

... [Mello isn't in Germany, either. Striking similarities, though.Poor service even if the batteries were charged. He nods subtly and throws out his usual social act for such uncomfortable situations.] That is unfortunate. I take it there's a nearby payphone, miss?

[chilichoc]

*Not her L, who would surely have something to say about her suddenly being at least six years older than she ought to be from his standpoint. Mel doesn't droop. Not visibly, anyway.*

Afraid not. Are you called Ryuuzaki, or something else?

[l_shrugged]

[He blinks at the... fairly odd question. Quite a good guess. Too good. He drops the faintly friendly expression to stare carefully.]

Ryuuzaki is acceptable. What might I call you?