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badfic_manor2011-03-08 11:17 pm
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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.]]
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.]]
no subject
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.]]