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[thumbonmylip]

Who: L & Whoever feels like dealing with him.
Where: All over~
What: L's tired of using the foot-mobile to try and make any sort of find when it concerns Mello drowning in mirror pools.
Warnings: *shrug* I dunno, no real warnings.
Notes: This isn't only for Mello, it's just that I'm figuring by now L would have gone looking rather than waiting for a

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[alwaysaboom]

Now that she was mostly shielded, Ivanova was out looking for more of the clues that the mansion seemed to like putting out for them. Seeing the sumbols, she was of course intrigued. An amount of it she could not understand, but arrows were fairly obvious.

She followed them cautiously, prepared to run or fight if she had to.

[thumbonmylip]

L has both the ability to give chase and to fight, at least for non-extended periods of time. However, in this instance all she would find was a man in clothes much too big for his own frame, looking comfortable in a position that otherwise shouldn't be. His hands were on his knee caps and his feet on the edge of the seat of the chair, toes curled to keep the feet steady while he leaned the small of his back against the chair rather than sitting in it entirely. His head was cocked to the side already as if he had been in thought previous to her arrival.

"You saw them." He said, more or less unneeded for the obviousness of how she'd gotten there, "And you are?"

[alwaysaboom]

"Commander Susan Ivanova, who are you?" She was cautious, even though the man looked a little ridiculous, she knew that wasn't the best indication of character.

[OOC: She's just become very telepathic, but she's trying not to listen to anything. Let me know if there's anything she should be picking up on, if anything.]

Can do~ but I do reserve some things be kept to himself. I'll make obvious what isn't

[thumbonmylip]

'Ah. A militant, or a rebel.' That made sense to him, considering her rank and the fact she'd thrown it out there like a personal calling card she was more than likely skilled at more than just following basic cryptic messages.

"No one of consequence to you, I assure you." He replied, stone faced otherwise, "However, it's nice to see someone with the intellect to follow basic instruction."

[theredchampion]

Niall wanders the hallways with an air of fascination and curiosity; fingers trailing over the messages written onto the wall -- trying to piece together the story they were telling him. Follow the white rabbit down the hole.

If it had a mathematical meaning it was one he failed to recognised. Not saying much, perhaps, but he had a decent enough feeling what was intended here was something a little different. Not intended for him, perhaps, and surely whoever it was intended to would take more from it. Still, he was never one to turn down a puzzle -- and he makes his way around until he finds another -- slowly follows the symbols wherever they might take him. It had to be to something, or someone, interesting after all.

[thumbonmylip]

L hadn't minded, the ones who wandered in, he had anticipated as much. His wide eyes stared toward the person who again followed the instructions, wondering just as much about this one as the last.

"Good evening." he shifted his feet in his chair, knees apart and hands rested against them.

[theredchampion]

"If you want to call it that, aye. Although some might take debate with not just the time of day, but how good it really is given our circumstances."

He leans in the doorway, studies L with bright and curious eyes.

"Shall I assume it is you who has been adding a little graffiti to our hallways?"

[is_not_number1]

Mello had been near the end of the second story's corridor when he noticed the symbols on the walls.

It reminded him of the writing that had been on the walls of the farther rooms in that maze of doors on the first floor. But, oddly enough, this writing seemed stranger. The purpose for the arrows in the door maze had been clear; those rooms were incredibly easy to get lost in, and directions had made it considerably more possible to navigate. But the rest of the house wasn't like that. Extensive directions didn't make sense.

That, however, was a perfectly sensible reason to follow them. And upon doing so, he realized that the writing wasn't limited to only a few rooms, but all over the damn house. Down to the first story. And the consistency of the letters-- L and M-- implied that this message wasn't just a set of meaningless directions; it probably meant something, and it was very possible that it was intended for someone. Mello somehow doubted that was him, but what did that matter? The message was by no means private

Merry Christmas!

[thumbonmylip]

No body here but us owls!

Little did Mello know that it was meant for him, that the whole thing had been for him the entire time. He had sat through a few visitors until they decided to make their way from that room while he waited. It wasn't like L had a world of things to do other than survive and so, he continued his vigil by a warm fire-place.

His eyes were wide open as usual and he stared at the doorway that suddenly produced the figure he had been concerned with. At least, perhaps it was- one way to find out, "Tell me," he started, "What was the name of the man whom sat as chair over the hospital you stayed in as a young, growing boy?"

Of course, it wasn't a hospital, it was an orphanage, but he had assumed only Mello would have Mello's memories.

Thanks, and you too! Though it's a little bit late.

[is_not_number1]

Upon entering the Observatory, Mello stopped for a good few moments to stare at the guy who had so immediately addressed him with a question.

The man, quite significantly, reminded him of L.

Of course, there was no way he could say for certain whether he knew that it was or not; influential or important as L might have been to the circumstances of his life, Mello could hardly call him an acquaintance.

Had this been the guy he remembered having seen in the mirrored room before the key had pulled him through? The more insignificant external details of that event had become fuzzy in light of most everything else.

If it was L, then chances were that he had recognized him. The question was probably meant to confirm his identity.

But even if that wasn't the case-- if this guy wasn't L, if this guy had no right to know anything about him-- it didn't matter. Had the question been more personal, it still wouldn't have mattered. The truth, though it wasn't one that especially pleased him, was that nothing was entirely private here