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badfic_manor2010-11-25 04:45 pm
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Intro- Light Yagami [Accidental Audio]
...Ow.
[The first thing Light realizes when he wakes up is that he spent the night on the floor. His back muscles feel tortured, which he grudgingly had to admit was funny because...well he was L now. Ordinarily, he would have been irritated, but God is feeling exceptionally gracious today. Victory has put Light in a spectacular mood. This mood quickly evaporates however as he moves his hands by his sides.]
What. the. hell.
[Instead of the hardwood floor of his bedroom, his fingers contact slippery polystyrene. He bolts upright, hastily rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.]
Where am I?
[He quickly surveys the area and he concludes that he is in some tent contraption with nothing but his clothes, wallet, and judging from the rectangular object helpfully making its presence known by prodding his lower back, Rem's Death Note. This calms him down slightly as he gathers his thoughts together.]
Father? ...Mother? ....Sayu? ...Ryuuk?
[It's then that he realizes there is a blinking light staring at him from across the tent. He walks over and picks up the blackberry. He doesn't bother masking the venom in his voice as it dawns on him that everything he said has been broadcasted to unknown entities.]
Who the hell are you?
[The first thing Light realizes when he wakes up is that he spent the night on the floor. His back muscles feel tortured, which he grudgingly had to admit was funny because...well he was L now. Ordinarily, he would have been irritated, but God is feeling exceptionally gracious today. Victory has put Light in a spectacular mood. This mood quickly evaporates however as he moves his hands by his sides.]
What. the. hell.
[Instead of the hardwood floor of his bedroom, his fingers contact slippery polystyrene. He bolts upright, hastily rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.]
Where am I?
[He quickly surveys the area and he concludes that he is in some tent contraption with nothing but his clothes, wallet, and judging from the rectangular object helpfully making its presence known by prodding his lower back, Rem's Death Note. This calms him down slightly as he gathers his thoughts together.]
Father? ...Mother? ....Sayu? ...Ryuuk?
[It's then that he realizes there is a blinking light staring at him from across the tent. He walks over and picks up the blackberry. He doesn't bother masking the venom in his voice as it dawns on him that everything he said has been broadcasted to unknown entities.]
Who the hell are you?
[Voice]
[Voice]
Oh! My name is Edogawa Conan!
[Voice]
[He resists the urge to roll his eyes.]
...You are aware that Albert Fish died in 1936, aren't you?
[Voice]
But the Manor is strange like that.
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Seven! [He sounds very proud of this-even if he's not really >:]
You should talk to Shinichi-niichan then, he's trying to work out how she got everyone here-he says if he can figure out the trick used he can probably figure out how to reverse it.
[Voice]
"Shinichi?" ...How do I contact him?
[Voice]
Mm! He's usually pretty busy--but I'm sure if you were to ask for him over the network he would answer!
[Voice]
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Usually-but he's been really busy lately working on a few cases. So I haven't seen him in a few days...
[Voice]
Is that so? You'll be kind enough to tell me when he comes in contact with you again, won't you Conan-kun? I am very interested in meeting him in person and hearing some of his theories on the matter.
[Voice]