Page Six: [In Person/Text]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[Anyone who wanders in the kitchen will find Light sitting at the table using his newly honed water bending abilities to manipulate hot water from the kettle into a mug in which he has added a few fragrant loose leaf green tea leaves. As the molecules move in synchronized unison, and carefully fill up the cup, the corners of his lips twitch upwards in smug satisfaction for a short moment. 

The smile disappears as a rumbling crash seemingly shakes the entire Manor. Silverware rattles and plates threaten to fall off the table. The tea cupped in his hands however, remains safe, not even a single droplet spills onto the floor; Light's power holds it steady. He takes a careful sip of the hot liquid, as he muses. The rest of the world seemed as though it would end at any moment. Light never believed in nonsense like the end of days, or Armageddon, but what was happening outside wasn't so far off from that. He switches on his Blackberry and sends out a text message.]

Does anyone have any idea of what is going on?

Comments

[In Person]

[inordertobelieve]

[Mikami had been carefully avoiding most face-to-face interactions these days. Ignoring the earthbending power had worked quite well so far, but he couldn't be sure.
But as he was already here it would've been impolite to just walk away. And he still had to tell Light about Mello.]

Yagami-san. Good day.

[Going on normally. Even though he knows that nothing was normal at all.]

[In Person]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[Light raises an eyebrow at this play at normalcy.]

That's certainly an interesting way of phrasing it, Mikami-san. It wouldn't have been the way I would have described it, but to each his own I suppose. Would you care for any tea?

[In Person]

[inordertobelieve]

[Teru had to. He had to pretend that nothing changed. Or else he'd break. Mikami was a person who needed things to be in order. Chaos was making him feel uncomfortable. And this whole world was just such a mess. Without logic, without laws, wildly changing... To Mikami it felt like breathing with no air.]

Yes, thank you. [And returning to the first topic]
It's just an expression. I wouldn't call these exactly 'good' days either.

[In Person]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[Light considers using his powers to fill a second cup but decides instead to do this manually, for reasons that had more to do with vanity than anything else. No matter how pleasing the results were, mimicking the motions of water had the tendency to make one look incredibly inebriated, not to mention stupid.]

Green tea is alright, I hope Mikami-san?

[He stands up and begins pouring water from the kettle.]

Strange days would be more appropriate, certainly. Have you noticed any changes? I myself seem to have acquired some sort of water manipulation ability.

[Text]

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

Not really. I thought this was normal.

[Text]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[For a moment, Light's mood sinks impossibly lower. He had been doing all that he could to avoid direct contact with Tom ever since his return to life, but Light knew confrontation in some fashion was inevitable. This text had simply caught him off guard.]

Surely you jest.

[Text]

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[Tom wasn't about to accuse a man whose name slips his mind considering to Tom, they never met until now. It was better to keep it quiet and still for now and not bring up his own death to someone that he didn't think was involved. Still, the earthquakes and the struggle of power that the earth was experiencing did confuse Tom a little but he's seen stranger things.]

Not really. I've never really been here long enough to compare events. Sure Christmas was weird but that's about it.

[Text]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[Christmas. Now there was a topic Light did not want to discuss.]

True, but relative to life outside of the Manor, this puts my mind at unease. Even the air feels denser somehow.... as though it's been saturated with gray melancholic hues, as well as rich fiery crimson ones. As much as I hate to phrase it this way, it seems a mysterious, overwhelming spiritual force is trying to take over.

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

...

[she's just a little pale]

G-ghosts?

[In Person]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[Light looks up at Aoko from his tea, half-smile in place.]

Ghosts, Aoko-san? ...You don't really believe they exist do you?

[His tone is friendly enough that the statement does not come off as condescending.]

[In Person]

[abluechild.livejournal.com]

[She looks over at where the silverware had been rattling and shudders]

Yes! In this place I do! [and at home]

What do you think it is?

[In Person]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

Honestly?
[His expression settles into one of distinct boredom.]
My guess is that the Author is bored.

[Video]

[ginsengismyfave.livejournal.com]

[Iroh looks somewhat concerned.]

I can only guess, but I would say that the spirits are less than pleased right now.

[Video]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[Light studies the unfamiliar face quietly before returning the video feed.]

Spirits?
[His tone is casual, as he's taken some effort to filter out his disbelief.]
May I ask why you think that might be the case?

[Video]

[ginsengismyfave.livejournal.com]

[Iroh gestures to the window, to the snow-covered grounds and the place by the lake where the shrine once stood.]

Their shrine has been destroyed. The forest has been damaged by the storm. They are angry, and they are taking it out on us.

Ah, but I should introduce myself. I am Iroh. [And he gives a shallow bow.]

[Video]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Iroh-san. My name is Light.

[Biting back the pointless argument that it is not the spirits who are angry, but the Author's desire to make their lives a living hell, Light returns the bow.]

If it is a matter of their shrine being destroyed, could all this be resolved by fixing the shrine? Perhaps leave offerings of say, fruits, golden trinkets that sort of thing?

[Video]

[playstheking.livejournal.com]

[Ciel doesn't really get the texting thing.]

Isn't that always the question?

[Video]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

Only in the absence of a reasonable answer.

[Light sighs.]

Which I suppose, in this environment, is on a semi-regular basis. Do you have any ideas Phantomhive-san?

[Video]

[playstheking.livejournal.com]

I wish I could say that I have. Unfortunately, it seems that absolutely anything could happen here.

[In Person]

[suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com]

[It was kinda monotonous, spending all his time in either his room, the game room or the kitchen. Feeling the house tremble he stands under the door frame, hoping that all he'd been taught about staying under them during an earthquake was your best bet. He grimaced for a second and the looked up, spotting Light staying all too calmly there.]

Kudos to your nerve guy.

[In Person]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[Light looks up at Wallace, head tilted slightly to the side. He wasn't even sure if it was nerves, or simply a general sense of disconnection from the world at large, given the unwanted influx of people from his world who he never wanted to see again. Wallace at least, is not one of them. He manages a faint smile.]

Japan has earthquakes like these. They're not so bad if you've grown up with them.

[In Person]

[suck-it-up-guy.livejournal.com]

[Wallace chuckles and nods. Japan was on a pretty bad fault line if he remembered anything from geography.]

Toronto's only ever had a few, thankfully it hasn't been for a while now.

So, how're you holdin up?

[In Person]

[radical-edward0.livejournal.com]

[A blast of air announces Ed's presence and she comes flying in on a sphere of air (http://mimg.ugo.com/201002/36240/cuts/airball_480x360.jpg) just as the Manor is rocked by that crash. She's above the ground so she doesn't get knocked over but she certainly looks stunned. The spinning sphere rises higher off the ground so she can look out the window]

Crashing-smashing gonna fall down!

[In Person]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[What the-? Light looks up as the unexpected wind whips his hair about his face.]

Edward, get down from there.

[In Person]

[radical-edward0.livejournal.com]

[Ed looks over at him]

How come?