badfic_manor | 001 - Naomi Misora

[Uneven breathing heard as the audio suddenly comes on]

Wh –

[and is just as abruptly cut off. Naomi puts a hand to her temple, frustrated at her impulsiveness. She had to be careful. He already knows her voice after all. Voice, face, name, everything! For all she knows, she was and still is under that monster's control. Frantically, the former FBI agent switches to text instead.]

Who's in charge here? I need to get to the closest police station. Please, it's urgent!

[Not even they could be completely trusted, but god, she was finally free from that unnatural, unbearable death wish that had smothered her for what seemed like an eternity, she was finally free to think, and who knows for how long such freedom will last. Her finger flies toward the "send" button but pauses at the last second. Naomi reads over the note she had just written in that obvious rush of panic. Ugh, like an agitated mess.]

Thank you.

[She decides to tack on for good measure before ending the feed along with a long overdue exhale.]

(ooc: She'll be ultra paranoid with the first few people who respond but will get progressively calmer further down the line as she comes to terms with what's actually going on.)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

A mass murderer. Why? Are you aware of someone similar?

[To sound a bit L-ish]

[Another one? But she still needs to be careful.]

In that case, are you aware criminals in this complex?

[But you get nothing beyond that until he finds out who you are]

Is that really all you're willing to say? There might be ones I recognize. [There's at least one who she's almost certain is here anyway.]

Obviously, I would rather be on guard first before just wandering around some potentially dangerous place I don't know.

[She grits her teeth in frustration, but Mello had made a perfectly reasonable response, which only irritates her even more. The stubbornness, almost arrogance in the way he stated his opinions slightly reminded her of L, or perhaps it was because she had wanted it to. But L wouldn't boast about his reputation so blatantly. Besides, she remembered the last time someone reminded her of L, and it made her nauseous just thinking about it.

She thought about claiming affiliation with the FBI, but she was certain that with this person's cautious ways, he would have asked her for proof. She didn't have her badge anymore, and having tried unsuccessfully to contact the outside world, she knew that her identity couldn't be confirmed by a third party. In any case, it wasn't like she was ready to hand it over to anyone just yet. Ugh, this whole situation was needlessly annoying.]

Likewise, I can't be certain of you either. But I said I will confirm your claim via a third party, and so I intend to do so. Until then, unless you have any other useful information about this place for me.

[Trying to maintain a civil tone while throwing in a little defiance of her own.]

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