001 Beyond Birthday [Audio]

[beyondsighted.livejournal.com]

[Had Beyond Birthday cared to put in the effort, he could probably name the exact genus and species of the prehistoric flora that surrounded him. He did not care. The only thing that matters at the moment is that this place is not Room four-oh-four. His thoughts are scattered in chaotic disarray, an unpredictable, teeming mass of anger, annoyance, and desperation hidden behind a deadpan mask enhanced by perfectly applied powder. Wammy's had taught their projects well. For all of Beyond's anguish --all his plans derailed!-- not a single trace of it was broadcast through the Blackberry. Or rather, none of it would have been broadcast. Suspicious, and paranoid, Beyond Birthday would not reveal his face, for he knew very well the value of a person's face, to individuals unknown. Long fingers encircle the device, his voice, an almost soothing, rumbly sound in-between tenor and baritone. An oddly zen tone, considering his rather....unique circumstances.]

Good evening.

[A short pause, as B wets his lips.]

My name is Ryuzaki. I seem to be...

[A second pause, as he searches for the appropriate word. Lost? Confused? He frowns in the darkness. Subjective information would hardly be helpful to anyone.]

... sitting on top of a creature, a ceratopsid, long extinct. A triceratops to be exact. What is the meaning of this?

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[Video]

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

...sitting on top of a dinosaur? You're my kind of man. [She grins.]

In any case, Ryuzaki-san, you've arrived at the Manor... well, it's not a manor right now. On a normal basis, all of the people here are trapped inside a mansion at the mercy of a deranged teenaged girl called the Author who enjoys playing tricks on us. This happens to be one of her tricks: from what I've gathered, we've been projected into a crappy American horror movie that involves dinosaur mauling.

There are boats, escape boats, on the docks. You might want to head towards them.

Or just stay put... by the end of the week, we'll have been transported back to the Manor and everything will be happy-dandy again.

[Video]

[beyondsighted.livejournal.com]

[Impossible. Impossible. His brow furrows even further as he studies the face on the Blackberry. Suddenly, the triceratops is a secondary concern. His eyes cannot see. He rubs them hastily, blinking in rapid succession, but there is still nothing. The cat ears, he surmises, must be the reason. Not human would make a reasonable exemption to his sight, in theory. It doesn't stop him from being incredibly bitter and childish about this.]

This is a movie.

[Sullenly, he transitions from audio to video. There's only one thing that would make this situation more tolerable.... If this despicable exemption knew L, then surely she would react to his face.]

Is this... usual for this place, Kitty-cat?

[catgirlsadist.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately, Koto lacks a reaction as Ryuzaki's face blinks into view: she never did know L. She just flashes him a smile and an exaggerated meow in amused response to his nickname.]

My name is Koto, if you're looking for something different... and no, usually the "events" that the Author schedules take place in the Manor itself. Last week we were all reverted to children... [She trails off thoughtfully.] I personally haven't been here all that long, though, only a month or two.

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[beyondsighted.livejournal.com]

[Disappointing. Utterly disappointing. Not even Koto's cheery smile can lift B out of the vast depression threatening to envelop him. Knowing that L might not actually be here... and that he is not in Room 404. He was poised to win there, his own corpse was supposed to be the final insult to L's intelligence, what good did it mean if he disappeared, if he failed to leave the last corpse?! And if what this anomaly is saying is true.... He only had minutes left, not months to fix this! His entire expression becomes despondent.]

[beyondsighted.livejournal.com]

[Almost a split second later however, his entire expression changes. The transition from bitterness to deadpan, is dizzyingly fast, and entirely unnatural.]

The Author, Kitty-cat? Do share~

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[Tom was busy patching up (http://community.livejournal.com/badfic_manor/384993.html?thread=13265121#t13265121) Claudia when he saw this message and his eyes widened. He remembered the name and the clear meaning that the last time he encountered any of the Wammy Boys were never good encounters.]

Just who in the hell do you think you are?! People are dying and you're complaining about sitting on a Trike?

[beyondsighted.livejournal.com]

[The reaction intrigues B. His eyes instinctively glaze over the stranger's face onto the region above his head. Aaaah, yes, this was much more satisfactory. The cat girl had been a fluke then. A small grin flickers onto his lips and disappears as he responds to Tom Hanson.]

Ryuzaki Rue. Unprivate detective. Perhaps you'd like to explain to me what is going on without unkind assumptions about the nature of my inquiries?

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[Hands work to help stop the bleeding to Claudia but he's not sure how long she has left with the loss of blood she suffered. Tom decided to indulge to keep his mind off of the inevitable.]

Fine. You're either a clone or you were brought back here without your memory but for now, as it stands, we're locked in a death plot. As you already figured out, we're amid dinosaurs. Someone made mention that this seems like a book or a movie but I'm not familiar with either so take a guess what kind of answer you're going to get from me.

[He continues his work to stabilize Claudia but he's preparing to lose her too.]

[beyondsighted.livejournal.com]

[He freezes at the word 'clone.' He would have succumbed to the desire to scowl, had it not been practically beaten out of him through years and years of Wammy's training. But his brows do knit together in annoyance. B is no clone. B is superior in every way. He had been about to prove it once and for all too....

He watches the screen impassively, as he continues processing what Tom is saying. Memory loss? Now this was troubling. People knew him? The name Tom Hanson at all familiar, but then again, it wouldn't have been anyway. How many names did B ever care to remember? ...Or, perhaps...familiar in that his face, against all odds, actually did look like L's? Aah, yes, that was the preferable explanation! But how to confirm either theory?

Injury. The girl is injured. B could help. ...Or pretend to.]


I will help.

[Audio]

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[[Someone answering to his name- rather his false identity- just showed up on the system. Ultimately, the voice sounds too familiar, too much like something he thought he had been done with some time ago. L decides the best thing to do, for everyone's sake is investigate and hope to Kira God he was wrong.

If he could show up here and he was dead, Light was here, Misa was here, Misora... Then he really starts to hope this is going to be unhappy coincidence. Please be coincidence. But not showing his face, the voice from another time, the way he speaks, the very tone he uses... It all points too irrefutably to one thing. One person.

He's got to get away from Light, somewhere perhaps that the boy was still in visual range, but not in audio range if he could manage. It shouldn't be too hard, Light is giving him the cold shoulder over an -ahem- accidental run in with a smaller dinosaur (What it looked innocent enough? How was he supposed to know there'd be more of them? Sure the distinguishing features were carnivorous but--) that turned rather into a bit of a running spree.]]

Ryuzaki what?

[[Him.]]

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[beyondsighted.livejournal.com]

[Adjusting himself on the leathery skin of the poor creature B had woken up on- though it probably had no idea B was perched on there, light as he is- he pulls himself into a more comfortable squatting position. Audio is disappointing. The lack of an answer is disappointing. The interest in his name however... could it be? He hadn't dared hope that he could be here as well... not really, anyway.]

What of Ryuzaki?

[Audio] REVERSE MY TROLL WILL YOU!?

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[[L was more and more convinced by the simple, probing answer that he received that this was him after all. Why now? On top of damned Dinosaurs and trying to get to the ship with Light, he was going to have to deal with a maniac.]]

That's not an answer, Ryuzaki who?

[[This time his voice is more demanding, and more full of that authority that would normally come with a capital L on the screen instead of a simple audio.]]

Re: [Audio] REVERSE IT AND SERVE IT SUNNY SIDE UP, YES.

[beyondsighted.livejournal.com]

[The reaction he gets is exactly the one he had been praying for, or would have been praying for had he believed in gods. B is thrilled but save for a full-on smile invisible through audio, his tone remains as calm and collected as ever.]

Who wants to know?

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

You're probably going to need to head towards the harbor- it's not safe on the mainland.

[Audio]

[beyondsighted.livejournal.com]

[So there were children here too? B tuts audibly, patting the Triceratops fondly on the back.]

A wise man once said never trust the voices. What makes you any different?

[Audio]

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

Because it's only logical to think if there are triceratops then their predators are probably near by.

[Audio]

[11-sies.livejournal.com]

Are you, going to need someone to come get you then?

[Audio]

[beyondsighted.livejournal.com]

[B ponders this. The cat girl had told him if he were to survive this night, he would wake up in a Manor by tomorrow. Presumably this Manor was dinosaur free. B didn't trust a single word she said. Help, however... hmm, did B need help?]

What are your qualifications?

[Audio]

[11-sies.livejournal.com]

I'm not on the boats- I'm looking for a-nevermind!

The point is, I'm probably close by and I'm the smartest person here. [Being 900+ year old Timelord and all.]

[nihilist-blade.livejournal.com]

[Attempting to either leave or perhaps find a less troublesome shortcut, he's been trying to use his Garganta multiple time, each time he has been taken somewhere that he has not meant to be. This time, it seems to be in front of a dinosaur. How bothersome. Before the creature has a chance to react to the man walking through the portal, Ulquiorra sonidos and gives it a quick kick to the face, knocking the creature on it's side, not expecting someone to have been riding ontop of it...]

[beyondsighted.livejournal.com]

[B isn't prepared for this at all. When the creature falls, he windmills, though ultimately he too succumbs to the draw of Earth's pull. His mouth is opened in a silent shout- B hadn't shouted in years, why start now?- as he lands on something much softer than he had anticipated.]

[nihilist-blade.livejournal.com]

[Ulquiorra was more then capable then supporting the humans wait... however he was not expecting human to be raining down from the heavens. He falls over but remains on the ground for only moment before he recovers and gets back up, uncaring about whether the human rolled off his back safely.

He turns to look at the human as though it were a disgusting mutation, rather then a human. He soon turns away and dusts off his coat, no longer interested in the offending man]

[In Person] (1/2) - wat am i even writing anymore idek

[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

[That voice.

Misora could recognize that voice anywhere. Why. Why was he back? Why now?

That glorious day when Naomi had discovered B gone for good she virtually fell into a blissful coma, having not slept anywhere near decently for weeks since his gruesome little stunt at the manor. Her near constant surveillance of that sad, terrifying, freak of a man had almost drained her of her sanity that the fact that she could sleep normally again was practically a gift from heaven.

Her problems, however, had not been entirely solved. Not even close. Kira's very existence ensured that she could never be satisfied here. However, Misora's disgust towards Yagami was personal. Pure, untainted hatred. Sure, prior to Raye's death she had already disapproved of Kira, but she never had any particularly strong feelings about it until he had dared touched her loved ones, dared to make a fool of her. Now, his very name was enough to evoke an almost uncontainable rage. But that was all. Just hatred.

If Misora wanted to be honest with herself, she didn't see Yagami as a mass murderer, not exactly by that term anyway. Her feelings towards him was personal. He would always be Raye's murderer, her murderer, not so much a murderer. He might have exterminated a multitude of people, but none of that seemed as important as the wrongs he had committed towards her personally. Was it wrong to think that way? Perhaps, but fact was fact, and emotions are a funny thing. That said, Naomi never felt the need to keep constant watch over Yagami, not unless they were in the same vicinity, precisely because she didn't see him as a serial killer, someone whom she must protect others, or at least, strangers from. She only saw him as her own personal demon.

B, on the other hand, was strictly a murderer, no questions asked. And a dangerous one indeed. He was unstable, too clever for his own good, a hazard to society, volatile. Who knew what he was thinking, what he would do next? Who could ever understand a man, if he could even be called a man, like him? And that was the very reason why Misora never took her eyes off his cell when it was her turn as guard duty. Even off duty, she refused to drop her guard. Because she had seen what he had done, the murders he had committed, how horrific they had been. Only three in count, more if you counted the ones at the manor, not even comparable to Kira's work, but Naomi had witnessed the extent of those deaths in all its gory details herself, not just heard about it on the news. She had seen the deaths and felt the terror of the manor's residents when B had set himself loose on the complex. It was something Naomi had always felt responsible for, because she knew what B was capable of. She had seen his killings. To her, B is a criminal, her criminal, her responsibility.

If any happened to the residents because of B, it would be her fault. Whether or not that's actually true, it would still be her fault.]

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[agentmisora.livejournal.com]

[But what's more important now is to extract as much information as possible. That one boy had been brought back after living some period of time in his world in ignorance of his previous life at the manor. However, upon returning, those memories obviously surfaced as well.

If this was the same case, shouldn't B be aware of his previously established reputation at the manor? Could he really be so careless as to blatantly blurt out his existence to those who both fear him and want to hunt him down? Or was he faking stupidity, no, insanity?

Even more disturbing was the fact that the previous B had certainly come from a time where he was very close to his attempted suicide as far as Naomi could tell. Had he been gone for this long, assuming time worked the same between worlds, shouldn't he be "saved" by now? There was no way the wounds could have healed that quickly that the man could be able to speak so clearly and seemingly effortlessly.

Then perhaps time didn't work the same. Perhaps he was not even from the same kind of world. Perhaps not even the same B.]

I assume this kind of setting isn't normal for you then. Where were you last?

[Perhaps you should just get run over by the dinosaur your using as a beanbag and put all of us out of our impending misery. But she knew she couldn't just let someone die.]

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[beyondsighted.livejournal.com]

[B frowns. After he had been so courteous to broadcast his voice, he receives a text message. Rude. The irony of such a thought, is completely lost on him. He almost pouts, but his brain quickly sets into motion. Evidently whoever this person is, is extremely paranoid. Self conscious perhaps? No, paranoid. Never ever give anyone the benefit of the doubt. Isn't that what made L so brilliant?

Had he not already spoken to L, he may have guessed it was him. The paranoia and the authority fit. By now, however, it's obvious that it's someone else. Hanson had alluded to him being here, wherever the hell here was before. Had his not-self made an enemy? But surely, someone else would have responded to the name Ryuzaki. None of the others had. He can't imagine a clone of himself- inferior clone of himself!- introducing himself as Beyond Birthday.]

Somewhere else. Where is this?