badfic_manor | 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?

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[So the "Author" is the only way out. If that's the case, I need to learn more abut her which means....]
[He stands up and slowly walks out of the tent, making sure the Death Note is securely tucked away in his pants.]

Savvy.

[She glances back at him]

Ah, see? It ain't all bad outside.

[He looks around, gradually letting the reality of his situation sink in. Long past denial, all he wants now is escape. He does have a world to rule over.]

...Could stand to be a little warmer. Does the "Author" dictate the weather as well?

Yep. Everythin' other than our thoughts, actions an' free will are under her control.

I... I see. Listen, Nice, is there a way to contact people from my world?

[She shakes her head]

Nah, sorry ta say. You can only use ya blackberry to contact other members of the house. Like I said; there ain't no way outta this place, unless she wants ya out

[He drops his gaze to the ground, suddenly very downcast.]

...Ah...

I'm sorry about that..I know how much it sucks..

...No, you don't need to apologize, it isn't by any means your fault. It's just... my family is probably sick with worry that I'm gone. My father being the Chief of Police doesn't help matters.

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[Chief of police? Well this just got interesting for the blonde gang leading-illegal alcohol making-bomb creating-theif]

All ya can really do now is try and get used to the place

[He smiles bitterly. Being ripped away on the day your destiny began is an incredibly difficult pill to swallow.]

You're right. [At least until I figure out a way to get back.]

I apologize for my attitude earlier, Nice. I was not expecting to be here. I hope you understand. I'm usually much more pleasant.

[She waves a hand dismissively, hooking the small bomb onto her belt again with the other]

No worries - Ya got every reason ta be tense. Seriously though, you have any problems, don't hesitate ta ask~

[He watches as she replaces the bomb.]

That's very kind of you. I shall try not to plague you with unnecessary questions. ...I am admittedly curious though, do you make those yourself?

[She smirks and nods]

Yeah. 'S a talent a mine

Ah, I see.

[He contemplates this quietly. I wonder if that's how she got that scar.]

Have you attempted to detonate one by the wall, Nice? I've been told it's quite impenetrable, but as they say, curious minds inquire.

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[She nods, looking behind him at the fourth wall]

Yeah - 's a strong one that - I ain't used ta things withstandin' what I make

[Light is quick to pick up on the implication that she has tested her bombs on other structures. Clearly these bombs weren't just a temporary necessity due to the circumstances surrounding the Manor. What is she?...A terrorist of some sort? The only indication he gives that he now suspects something is amiss with Nice is a slight narrowing of his eyes.]

...What are they capable of destroying?

[Ah Light..why so serious business? She puts both her hands behind her head as she smirks, shrugging]

Depends what size ya use don't it?

That's true enough, but efficiency is the hallmark of a good explosive. Efficiency, of course, being a quantitative property defined by a bomb's explosive capacity to size ratio. So if we were to take an average sized bomb or two. Would we be able destroy a brick wall.. or something sturdier, say a bank vault? I would like to get a clearer idea of how strong the wall is...[Which is half true.]

Edited 2010-12-05 15:10 (UTC)

I hear whatcha sayin', but ya preachin' ta the choir - if it explodes, I know it like the back 'a my hand.

Thing is, I could spend the next two hours tellin' you about the different methods you could use ta bring a normal wall that size down. But that ain't a normal wall. Y'ain't gettin' past it, so I figure there ain't much point tellin' ya

[Light frowns. True, the question was phrased very indirectly to get at information, but he strongly suspects that there is more to Nice than she is letting on. Ordinary people do not become experts in explosives. ...He decides to switch tactics.]

No... I suppose not. After all, if the Author made it easy to escape, you wouldn't be here.

[She smirks]

Damn right

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