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Metallic Feather 001 [In Person/Video]

[[He's been watching.

You.

All of you.

Every single one of you that shows up on this system since his arrival. There's no need for him to contact out; if Duo were here he'd have already been chatting it up on the system. If Trowa or Quatre were here, he'd have heard from Duo. That means to him, either they're dead, injured or he's the only one that ended up on this island.

The first night he got here he took the blanket, the pillow and found somewhere more secluded than a room to which he had no familiarity in. Being plunked somewhere after his last recognizable memory was being in his Gundam didn't sit well.

He's done a good job so far of keeping the BlackBerry from seeing his arrival as an opportunity for bringing him into this mess visually. Of course, that leaves the story lacking one of its players and that just isn't appropriate. The moment he's left the BlackBerry unattended it shows a rather banged up, cut up and bruised teenager somewhere in the wooded parts of the island, using strips of the pillow case to bandage part of his leg. He doesn't seem that he's out of sorts by doing this on his own and his practiced fingers tie his calf off though some of the bleeding still comes through.

It doesn't look dire, nor does he seem like he needs emergency medical attention, it's just the system not allowing him to get away without some sort of announcement of himself. The brunette looks out at his BlackBerry with piercing, angry blue eyes despite the rest of him looking stone-stoic and throws the blanket over it.]]

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[Light has his own troubles to deal with. Dinosaurs were the least of them. If he could somehow manipulate the situation correctly, he may even be able to get L eaten accidentally. Or trampled. He isn't picky about this. Of course, he isn't stupid enough to create plans involving flighty, unpredictable things like dinosaurs. It registers with an annoyed 'Tch' just how damn accustomed to the Author's nonsense he had become.

It does occur to him as he watches the silent feed, that this unfortunate stranger who had the eternal misfortune of being written in this week may need medical attention, even if his gaze seems to be indicate that he is either a) in denial about needing medical attention or b) needlessly defiant about this situation. Either way, the new arrival may have needed help of some sort. Reluctantly, he turns on his own video feed to ask the question he already knew the answer to.]

Are you alright?

[[More B than A, though A is always a possibility with him, Hiiro's use of the blanket has come to a close by the time the communicator goes off. It takes him a few minutes to want to even look at it or consider the use of it, but then he asks himself what difference it would make if he did or didn't make contact. Maybe at one point the illusive Wufei may even pick up a transmission since he's less likely to show up on a system than the other three.

He sighs heavily and takes hold of the communicator while he still has the notion to give any damn about it. With a quick scan of who it is and the mindset that he firmly doesn't know him, he hits reply.]]

Yes.
Who is this?

[Light knows better than to judge a person based on four words, but the tired, almost imperious tone, immediately grates his nerves the wrong way. Granted, he wouldn't have been in the mood for meaningless tête-à-têtes either if he were in this stranger's position, but something about his reaction to this is a little too relaxed. Something, if he were to use loose abstractions a la L, would have landed this stranger in the neighborhood of two percent. Whatever the hell that meant.

In any event, Light wonders exactly how long this new arrival has been on the island, or if indeed he is a new arrival at all. Most of the new people he had met were noisier about their presence here, or at the very least jumped at the opportunity to ask questions- the most basic of which would have been, "where am I?" or some such permutation, though admittedly... this person could simply be monitoring all the feeds. With that new deduction to add to his growing paranoia, Light makes a mental note to lock all of his feeds in the future.]

My name is Light Yagami. I'm one of the regular inhabitants, so to speak, of this place. And you are...?

[[Percentiles or not, Hiiro couldn't care less where he was as much as how to get back and finish off what threatened Earth. Anything else was all but pushed out of his mind and situations of danger or extreme danger weren't a foreign issue to him. Stoic and statue-esque, Hiiro continues to watch Light as he speaks.

He's getting the Treize vibe from him and he's not liking it, not one bit. This is solidified to him after he hears him speak. The dignified tone, the remark easily falling from his lips as though he had pre-thought every word or had practiced it along side of anyone else.

Yagami? At least they shared one thing in common ~~other than a sense of how to feel people out~~. Instantly after Light asks who he is, Hiiro chimes in with the reply.]]

--No one of consequence. I've ascertained enough to know we've been abducted. If you have no information on other pilots who have been taken, or how to get back, then I'm sure we have more pressing issues than this.

[It's a button that has mostly become a relic of his days as Kira back in his own world, but the fact that this stranger chooses to conceal his name, more so than any other minor tick Light picks up on during their brief conversation, effectively solidifies his position on Light's list of undesirables alongside Naomi Misora and L. Never mind the fact that the Author is at least thoughtful enough to place a name plaque on all of their doors, never mind the fact that Light couldn't even use his damn Death Note here for all the detectives running around.]

No one of consequence?

[He repeats the phrase with a small polite smile.]

Well, I would admittedly prefer to know whom I am speaking to, if only for formalities sake, but... as for what you would like to know, I'm afraid I can't help you. I don't believe I've run into other pilots, and as for a way home, I've been assured there isn't one.

[[Hiiro's blank, robotic features stare back at Light without much a change. All of his emotions are inward and they're all giving him a creepy vibe about this guy. Everything about him, his smile, his manner of speaking, everything about him seems... well, fake. He knows full well that Light is one of the 'more than just gentle, polite little ol' moi' types.

The less than angry way that he insists oh so diplomatically that he know 'who' he's talking to irks Hiiro in a wrong way as well. He stays quiet, however, listening and reading parts, but not the whole, mostly like a book.

A long few moments after Light is done speaking, Hiiro makes a small quizzical noise as he thinks.]]

Your information is invaluable, it's confirmed what the other said. [[That's as close to a thank you as anyone gets from him. He's again staring at the feed, unreadable, unfathomable behind blue eyes that give away not one single thing.]]

Hiiro Yui.

[It's a minor victory at best that Light is able to pull a name out of this guy, if only because Light is convinced by the careful way in which Hiiro Yui speaks that Hiiro Yui isn't actually his real name. The style of Hiiro's speech almost reminds him of... well himself. Words are meted out, almost as if they are priceless commodities. He gives enough to answer the question to satisfaction, but otherwise, nothing. Of course, the difference there is the fact that at least Hiiro Yui didn't seem to be as interested in issuing challenges.

The question here, however, is this. As unimportant as Light and the rest of the Manorites obviously are to Hiiro, would he even bother with an alias in the first place? Probably not. Additionally, Light doubts Hiiro knows anything about Kira, which gives him even less of an incentive to lie. Given his grudgingly respectable poker face though, Light has no doubt Hiiro could lie just as well as Light can... which would make Hiiro either a respectable ally, or a formidable enemy. Either way, Light has made his conclusion: Hiiro Yui cannot be trusted.]

A pleasure to meet you, Yui-san. [A small bow.] I'm glad I was able to help you then. For better or for worse, we are all trapped here, perhaps indefinitely, under the rule of an extremely flighty power, so cooperation is of utmost importance. If there's anything you'd like to know, you need only ask.

Edited 2011-03-21 07:49 (UTC)

[[A lot of Light's views, if they could be a book, would have been written about Light by Hiiro in return. The polite smile, the outward front-face of socially acceptable teenager, the way he obviously wanted the answer to his question. All of these things drove a huge neon sign right straight over Light's head.

Light Yagami, couldn't be trusted himself. Nor, until further research, would he be for that matter. Hiiro studies the vision on the screen, he's caught only by one thing Light says to him- about how cooperation is important. It's not so much what he said as it is how he said it. Ambiguous and left open-ended to anyone who cared to see that perhaps he wasn't just talking about the Author if it was subconscious or otherwise.

Hiiro tilts his head in a semi-nod of appreciation after hearing he only needs to ask. Well, has he got a question for Light.]]

Who's cooperation? Mine to the Author or mine to you? Your statement is open-ended, English isn't my first language.

[[That's right, Light, he's calling you out with diplomatics, not only that but he's tacked on a bit of a lie, just a slight one, but enough of one to make it look like he's not.]]

Have you recently arrived? [The face was certainly unknown to him... at a time like that, it has him worried. Mikami doesn't want people to be out there alone]

[[Again another one who had seen it, just how many systems show the message? If he can crack the code, he can figure it out-- until then he supposes he's doomed to this just like the rest of all these people. How and why and where and who are still a mystery for the most part.

Talking bunnies normally don't occur to him as being realistic from where he's from. Though he's more likely not to answer as much as find out who wants to know.]]

Who is this?

Teru Mikami. I'm this place's resident prosecutor, if that occupation means anything to you.

I understand full well what a prosecutor is, what've you heard on the status of the way out of here?

The way out of here... is none you could actively decide to take. Apparently we've all been kidnapped by a being called the 'Author' that controls everything around us. Nobody has found a way out yet. Sometimes people leave, but leaving and arriving is beyong the control of any of the residents.

[[The angry glare is definitely not aimed at the person on the other end, and he looks off to the side before it's interpreted that way. So he was captured after all.

Something must have happened in Wing that he couldn't recall, but this 'author' person must have been someone working for Oz.

His thousand thoughts and non-questionable theories go unvoiced and he simply turns back to the feed with a more stoic look than he had before been displaying.]]

Where is this 'Author's base of operations? On this island?

It's not known, but it's unlikely that it's here. You see, we're not usually located on this island. We've only been transported here recently. Usually, we live in a giant Manor.

[[Giant manor hm? .. Sounds like every other cover up to a base he's ever heard of when it comes to being secretive. His features show slight contemplation and he lets a small huff of a sigh out.]]

Understood. I will be in contact should I find the location.

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