24th Blast || Mello || [In Person]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Bundled up Mello is making his way through the snow. To anyone looking out their window he appears as just a black dot making its way through the blizzard. (Mello's entire winter wonderland wardrobe is as black as everything else he wears.) If you happen to be crazy and are actually outside you may hear Mello's voice above the wind.]

MAAAAAAaaaaaaaaAAAAAATT!! MATT!! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

[Mello lets out a muttered "fuck" under his breath, more of a breath of air than anything else.]

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[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[For some reason, that doesn't surprise him. Matt trudges through the snow for a few feet.]

Not frostbitten yet, if you wanna look for him.

[He does too, actually.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Mello nods]

Yeah, let's go.

[He gives Matt a pat on the shoulder]

Thanks.

[And his hand slips downwards into Matt's who had better not say a damn word about them walking through the snow holding hands.]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[He won't say anything. He even smiles a little, but it's not his usual, smirking, mocking type of smile. He gives the gloved hand a squeeze.]

Since when do you have to thank me?

[He teases before giving him a tug closer. Body heat.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

Since shut the Hell up.

[Since he's anxious, since he's worried about L, since this stupid snow storm might just kill them]

Christ, I don't know which direction to go in to get to where he was sitting, snow's got me all turned around...

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

That far back, huh? This way.

[Matt nods his head in a random direction. He doesn't know for sure if it's the right way or not. But he figures when you're lost, any road will do.]

We can't panic.

[Matt murmurs the words, as much to himself as Mello.]

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

I'm not panicking.

[Because he found Matt. But their mentor is out there. Their god is out in the snow, losing his mind. They could all be dying of cancer and by Mello's reckoning and the powdery nature of the snow, the tempurature's dropped below zero.]

You know we lost Amane out in this too.

[And there's something else.... Matt might be able to read it on his face, Mello's not telling the whole truth.]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Well, we'll pick up on her trail again later. She's not exactly subtle.

[The redhead glances over at Mello's face, studies it. And yeah, he knows him just a little too well.]

What else?

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

Don't think it really matters so much. When we get back to the Mansion slap a tracking device on her and leave it at that.

[Mello looks darkly at Matt, he met someone else in the snow before now]

B is here.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Awww. That's no fun. But Matt just nods his head in agreement.

B. Matt's eyes widen behind his goggles. It's probably the most suprised and alarmed Mello's seen him in awhile.]

B? No shit?

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

No shit.

[Mello touches his scar and mutters the words "five minutes and thirteen seconds" to himself. That was an interesting reunion.]

We have to warn L.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

[Matt is quiet for a moment before he starts to walk faster.

Hell, he's practically -running-.]

Even if he woke up inside a building, he'd go back outside. Right?

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Mello too, or jogging since that's what he's reduced to in the snow.]

After not eating for a week I don't know if he'll be able to get very far in snow this.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Christ.

[Matt follows that with a curse under his breath. Even if his eating habits aren't the greatest, he doesn't want to think about L being hungry.]

If we find him, we're gonna have to force him to eat something.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

I have proof that we're not really in Pripyat. If he believes me we can get him to eat and if he doesn't...

[There's a pause]

At this point I don't think it' would be that hard to force feed him.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Yeah? What proof?

[Matt looks over at him but ends up stumbling in the snow. He's hardly the athletic type.]

...Bet he'd even eat one of my sardine specials.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

There's a church here. I found it last night.

[There was no church in Pripyat, a Soviet workers' town. Even through the blizzard it's clear what Mello thinks of Matt's cooking]

We should give him something he can keep down.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Huh. So who dropped the ball, her or us?

[He grins, both at that and at Mello's visible opinion of his culinary skills.]

Maybe what we need to give him is something that will knock him out. Then we can drag him inside and take it from there.

[And because he's suggesting drugging their mentor...]

Just a thought.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

Her.

[He gives Matt a look]

You wanna roofie, L?

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Good. I like it when it's her.

[Yeah, he was expecting that look.]

Nah, man. I wanna save L.

[Pause.]

With a roofie.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

I think that's probably the only time anyone's ever been able to say that.

[But it is a good idea, they have to get L inside somehow. Drugging him might really be the best choice.]

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Does that mean you're in?

[The redhead looks over at him and arches a brow.]

Say the word and I'll take care of the rest.

[worldsrunnerup.livejournal.com]

I don't think we have much choice, if he stays out here he'll die.

[gamer-anon.livejournal.com]

Understood.

[If they find him? Matt will do it.]