[Week 5, Day 1] Video

[searedsuccessor]

[His mind has been foggy for at least the last four days; a constant stream of wakefulness and sleep that blends together in a thick pattern when he attempts to dwell on a particular event for too long. And so he has opted not to, instead only cherishing the few hours of comfort here and there that he’s been able to gain from the pain meds. But

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[watashi_wa_eru]

[ L knows those features. Remembers the face of the boy who has grown to be a young man.

Well. He seems more a thug than one of his successors. L knows well enough not to judge by appearances, knows Mello well enough not to be surprised by his injury.

If he recalls correctly (and he does), Mello seldom chose peaceful negotiation.

And L secretly grins. Hadn't that very trait been a decisive factor in choosing the boy?

Schooling his features into impassivity, L opens a private channel for them to speak. ]

Mello. You should understand the danger inherent in broadcasting your face.

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[searedsuccessor]

[His eyes widen a little and Mello shifts, leaning his head back from the screen enough to seriously take in what he's seeing in front of him. The sound of that voice makes him swallow hard, and it only takes a second for him to put two and two together.

Hallucinating. Nice.

The levity of L's words don't even sink in. After all, he's not even fully awake, so what should it matter whether or not Mello shows his face?]

Mhm. [He fixes the visage with a flat stare before deciding that it doesn't matter whether or not this is real. It's still hitting him in the chest light a goddamn barbell.]

Oh, fuck you. [He mutters to no one. To the hallucination, to himself, to whatever was in those pain meds that brought him to this point. Shit.]

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[killswithapen]

[Bound at the end of the rope that holds them both together, Light had watched L's response to Mello's message curiously, not sure who the irritable blond with the gleaming, murderous blue eyes was, but surprised to hear L name him outright. Mello -- a pseudonym. But who was Mello? Another of the ones working with L? He didn't know him. And that presented a threat -- the kind of niggling 'If L is not Ryuzaki then who else is behind the computer screen' and he hasn't been so concerned about that for almost six months. He was so sure that L is L. But then who is Mello?]

Are you sure you want me here? I don't want to disturb you if this is a conversation you'd rather have in private.

[The tone of his voice said: I want to hear, but I know the deal. Right charming little blond, isn't he?]

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[watashi_wa_eru]

[ A shift of weight on the mattress is L's reaction to hearing Light's voice. He had been asleep, L had been certain. Now, he isn't so sure.

Well, after thinking Mello complacent, L finds he, himself, has made the same mistake.

He is endangering his successor.

However, it should be easy enough to redirect Light from the balance of the conversation. ]

I see you're awake. Would it be too presumptuous to ask you to make a pot of tea?

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[guerrilla_morph]

How can we possible do anything better when we have done nothing in the first place?

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[searedsuccessor]

[A brow arches.]

And who is we?

[Not that he expects an honest answer.]

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[guerrilla_morph]

[Ah, but Marco has nothing to gain from lying anyway. People will just tell him the truth about this place anyway, so why bother?]

Beats me.

It's not like I have friends and family from my reality with me.

I guess the better word would be 'them'. They who took you away from your world to this place. A fake world. Some people around discovered that its Japanese gods.

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[searedsuccessor]

[His brow screws even further. The hell is this? A languid blink and he forces a chuckle, half to disguise his utter confusion. Whatever's going on, it's best that they don't see him off-guard, at any point.]

No such thing. Only one God. And He wouldn't pull some shit like this.

[Fuck it, he'll engage.]

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[killswithapen]

[It takes a long time to boil water when you have to get the fire burning first. Light sets the kindling and stacks the wood, but after that there's nothing to do but wait, and he is curious about this newcomer.

He pulls himself into the wooden chair by the fire and turns on the device.]

Mello, wasn't it? I'm afraid I overheard that much, at least.

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[searedsuccessor]

[That voice again. Whoever this is, they were around L. Well, the L visage, at least. It's symbolic. Has to be. Even if this is quite the hallucination, Mello isn't beyond looking for meaning behind it all. It'll serve to amuse him until he snaps out of it, if anything.]

Curiosity doesn't sit well with me.

[His finger traces along the edge of the device lightly as he stares out into the trees. The response didn't come off half as snappy as he intended. Mello's head is still so foggy.]

And you would be?

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[killswithapen]

[He doesn't know what a mistake he's about to make, at any rate, so he introduces himself outright.]

I'm Yagami Light. I'm staying here with... Well, you two seem to know each other, so there's no point my saying.

Do you know where you are?

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[searedsuccessor]

[Seem to know. Mello almost laughs at that. Almost. Of course, the one thing that prevents him from doing so is the knowledge of the person with whom he's speaking at the moment. Or dreaming of speaking with. Whichever. Both are equally satisfying, right now. Of course, Mello isn't going to give himself away so easily.]

No, not really.

[Goddamn, it's hard to keep his voice level.]

Some trees. [Fuck if he's giving Yagami his location.]

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[doesnotpad]

[Sakuya is braiding her hair as she casually addresses the viewer.]

There is not much to do here, anyway.

It would be a waste to expect much other than the occasional flying ship and your run of the mill psychopath.

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[searedsuccessor]

[Flying ships and psychopaths, hm? Doesn't seem like something too far beyond what he can possibly conjure in a dream, though they can be a little out there. Especially on thirty milligrams of percocet. Mello looks back into the screen, a thin brow arching subtly.]

And here would be?

[Ten bucks says that it's some crazy ass name that tucked itself into the back of hs memory after watching a movie. Or maybe the t.v. is on now. Yeah. That would explain the vividness.]

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[doesnotpad]

[She finishes one braid and starts on the other]

Kannagara.

[Video]

[searedsuccessor]

[Nope, never heard of it.]

Didn't catch your name.

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[behindhiseyes]

I suppose I could have done better a few days prior, but now mine is even more healed.

It is strange medicine that they have in this place.

[ And his voice is groggy with it, his mind hazy. ]

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[a_for_tiori]

[Sasuke, currently a kitten, is not sure he appreciates Itachi talking to this random stranger rather than paying attention to the fact that he is a fucking kitten. To rectify this situation, he mrrrrroows loudly, and reaches up to subtly claw at Itachi's shoulder.]

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[behindhiseyes]

Hello, brother.

[ He absently pets Sasuke. ]

Is there something you wish to inform me of?

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[a_for_tiori]

[Sasuke meows again, in an attempt to communicate: yes, you fucking idiot, god damn you. This is fucking serious. Also: pet me. No - wait, no. That's not it. That is not what he meant to say. To meow. That was not a pet me meow. That was a Itachi stop talking to that person and start worrying about the fact that I am a fucking kitten. And Sasuke is rubbing his face against Itachi because he wants to emphasize the seriousness of this situation. That is why.]