Clue #006 :.: L (Ryuzaki) :.: [In Person]

[hunch-ofjustice.livejournal.com]

[L is at the outskirts of town. He's crouched in the middle of the road, barefoot. He shivers slightly in the cool breeze – or at least, it appears he's shaking from the cold.

He's not moving.

He will not be moving.

He's done all the math. If conditions are as he fears, right here, on the asphalt, equidistant from any buildings or the forest, he will be safest.

Never mind what he will eat. Or drink. Or what to do if it rains. He'll burn those bridges when he gets to them.]

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[farsightedness.livejournal.com]

[He does seem rather tense. It makes her wish she had a cup of tea to offer him. Or a glass of warm milk! That might help him sleep, which frankly, he doesn't look like he's done in days.]

Oooh.

[The sound in thoughtful, worried and sad all at once. And that's without knowing the answer to her next question.]

Excuse me, but what's radiation?

[hunch-ofjustice.livejournal.com]

[Somehow, inexplicably.... her stupidity has kind of a calming effect on him. It's not an obnoxious stupidity, like Misa Amane's.]

That is the type of poison this city may be engulfed in. You cannot see, smell, or taste it. It is atomic.

[Does she know what atoms are? Hmm...]

[farsightedness.livejournal.com]

You cannot see, smell, or taste it...

[Meirin repeats those words softly, thoughtfully - for whatever good the thought will do her.]

It sounds like a riddle.

[She frowns, but not because she doesn't understand one of his words this time.

This time, atomic.]

People can die from colds too, and you're going to catch one out here.

[hunch-ofjustice.livejournal.com]

It is a riddle. A riddle with no solution. [Nothing but complete annihilation.]

I will be fine. [Well, that's kind of a lie. He might die either way. But she doesn't need to know that. He's almost jealous of her ignorance.]

[farsightedness.livejournal.com]

But isn't a riddle without a solution just...

[Meirin isn't sure what that is, actually. But it sounds troublesome.

And while she may be oblivious of the big picture, she's just as concerned about the here and now.]

Ah...if I go somewhere and come back, will you still be here?

[hunch-ofjustice.livejournal.com]

A conundrum. Yes.

[He nods.] I do not plan to move. I have calculated that this is the safest spot in the area. [And the really infuriating part is that he can't even know that for sure, with no geiger counters around.]

[farsightedness.livejournal.com]

[...A what?]

Is that like...a French pastry?

[Meirin sits down on the ground, sliding off her own shoes.]

I'm very sorry...I know it must not be very proper for you to wear a maid's shoes. And they might be a little small...but they should help until I can find you something more suitable.

[She places them in front of L before standing up.]

Oh! And I'll try to find you a snack! Maybe one of those...cone things!

[hunch-ofjustice.livejournal.com]

No. It is not.

[L blinks at the shoes. He can't possibly accept them. Because they've probably been traipsing in radioactivity. And her feet have been in them. And... they're girl's shoes.

And he definitely doesn't want food.]

It is not necessary to help me. You should look for your own master. The boy, correct? [L pays attention.]