Application for Mello from Death note

[hcolleen]

(Let us bring back the dead

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[defense_rests]

With a whip? All right, Mia had to ask.

"...You wouldn't happen to know someone named Franziska von Karma, would you?"

[hcolleen]

I raise an eyebrow. "I can't say the name is familiar." Something about this person makes me feel like I'm back in Whammy's House, like I have to be proper. I don't know what it is or why, but I don't feel right around her. I feel like I feel around L, like I have to strive harder, be better, to reach the standard I set for myself, that was set for me.

[defense_rests]

And here Mia hadn't even gotten into full-on mentoring mode yet.

She smiled, noting that the applicant seemed a bit unsettled. "I just wondered. One of your answers reminded me of a colleague." All right, that was stretching the truth and Franziska would deny it, but it was simpler than the prosecutor I met after I died and my protege had to take her on in court but she helped get the evidence that saved my little sister in the end anyway.

[hcolleen]

"I see," I mutter. There is something off about this woman. She reminded me of someone, someone I didn't trust. Not her looks, just something about how she was. I hoped by barely replying she'd leave, but she didn't look like the type who could take a hint.

[jezzthespoon]

Back in Faerun chocolate was a luxury, a pricey Maztican import. Here, Jezz had discovered, this was generally not the case. When he'd made that discovery he'd only momentarily considered the crackpot idea of obtaining it in bulk and then heading back home to sell (for starters, who'd both buy from a drow and not try to backstab him to recoup the expense?), but he nonetheless eyed the bar appraisingly. "How many can you offer?"

[hcolleen]

I stare at the creature in front of me. What on earth...? "Here," I said, quickly handing over four or five bars, as many as I could grab quickly. I backed away slowly. I needed more space. "How many do you want?" I asked.

[jezzthespoon]

That was a familiar response, though one Jezz had seen much less of at Hogwarts. He generally preferred the new norm of reactions, strange to him as they were, but he took this one with equanimity.

He picked up the bars, getting an idea of their weight. "These will do." Then he entertained the nearly-as-crackpot idea of sending a few of them back "home" after all, through some hard-to-trace channel, but that probably wasn't worth it. He looked back up. "Now for what you want. Is there a House you'd prefer?"

[hcolleen]

Information, even from a source as...odd as this one would be good. "Tell me about these 'houses.' Is there any particular reason to prefer one over the other?" I make a mental note to be sure to check my supplies of chocolate bars. Yes, I know I have enough for me, but I don't want to run out because of this...bribe business.

[wings_and_claws]

Hunching awkwardly, Cyclona crossed her arms.

"Why you talk so snotty, when you're dressed like a Tijuana hooker?"

Tijuana hookers are something she knows a bit about.

[hcolleen]

I look this challenger up and down. "A Tijuana hooker?" I repeat, my voice taking on the snide tone I knew so well. The mobsters had started off with that question, or one like it, until I proved them wrong. I am nobody's whore. I am the master. I smile the smile that the gangs of Chicago knew to fear. "Do you wanna try something?"

[wings_and_claws]

Cyclona laughed. The only thing she'd really feared had been losing her freedom. Still, she pulled a knife from her waistband, a mad smile lighting up her face. White Girl wasn't around to restrain her murderous urges anymore. "You think you can make me back down? Shit."

[hcolleen]

My smile becomes a smirk. Too easy. Just like those mobsters. How quaint. A knife. I laugh. "Are you serious?" I ask. I pull the gun from the holster behind my back. I'm never without it. I hold it up, aiming. "Are you serious?" I ask, this time, my own voice deadly serious.

[sada_chan]

How delightful... fresh meat. This one seemed to be a bit touchy. This would be fun.

"What a cute little girl! Would you like some hair ribbons?" Sadako held out a handful of dripping seaweed.

[hcolleen]

What on earth? I back up slowly. There's no way I'm giving this creature my back. "I'm not a girl." I casually feel around, trying to see what tools, weapons, anything I have on me to throw this creature off. "What are you?" I demand. "What do you want?"

[sada_chan]

Oh, he was going to be like that, was he? Hmmm... Amping up her aura of fear, Sadako smiled, peeking out from behind her damp curtain of hair.

"There's no need to be impolite. I'm simply being friendly. This room is for welcoming newcomers. I'm sure you don't want to hurt my feelings."

[hcolleen]

The room feels cold. It was warm a little bit ago. There must be something about this creature that sucks the warmth out of the room. Strangely, my hands were sweaty. "Impolite? I don't look like a girl and you called me one. It is you who are impolite. And some welcome." I shake my head. Monsters, freaks, old enemies, friends. I force myself to gather information, to be 'polite.' "How long have you been here?" I bit back the 'why is your hair wet?' that wanted to come out.

[ugly_old_hat]

"If I gave you a potato chip," the Hat wanted to know, "what would you do with it?"

Leave aside questions of 'crisps' for the nonce.

[hcolleen]

I look at this talking hat. How could anything be so beat up? Potato chips aren't really my thing. "I wouldn't take it. Potato chips don't help me think." I think a minute. With all the weird things that have happened in my life, it wasn't a good idea to take anything from anybody.

[ugly_old_hat]

"You would reject the potato chip? What about a milkshake?"

[hcolleen]

I smirk, remembering a song Matt played once or twice. "Only if it brings all the boys to the yard."