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Third Growth ❦ Open/Video

[This is Briar's first foray into the world of technology. Tris explained to him how the blackberry worked, and he's looked at a few of the posts, but he was still a bit wary of using the little device. Until now, where circumstances have created a pressing need that overrides his reluctance. Namely that he's in a different body.]

[The video clicks on, and it's Naomi's face that's half-glaring at the camera.]

The last thing I remembered, I was up a tree on that island. Now I'm here, and I look like... this.

[The frown grows more pronounced before he briefly angles the blackberry down to show his-- her-- Naomi's body, then back up to his face.]

This is one of the writer's stupid ideas of fun again, isn't it? Let's just change people into some random woman because we can!

[He's female. He doesn't have his powers. He's completely changed from how he was and to be honest, he's a little bit scared by it. And a scared Briar is a defensive Briar. He looks to one side, outright scowling and making himself calm down a little before he keeps speaking.]

Is anyone else like this?

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[Tom's eyes are wide and he's not really sure what happened. He's just...staring...blankly.]

[B is quite surprised to see the face of L's pawn Naomi Misora once again. Judging from the feeds that had been posted throughout the day- he's already eliminated the possibility that the person posting this little video is lying. Besides... Misora--and he is convinced that the mysterious person who contacted him yesterday is Misora having confirmed her name and face now--would never be so careless as to post so recklessly. A small grin appears across his face as he checks her lifespan. Only a few hours left to live... Ha! What on earth had happened to her? A search through her room could prove to be quite illuminating.

Aaaah, but first. He locks the message. No need for L or the real Misora to find out what he is up to!]

Not quite, not-Misora. I'm quite exempt from this. Are you familiar with this woman?

This woman? Does that mean I'm in someone else's body??

[Cold rageface. This is one. And it probably looks quite odd on Misora's face.]

When I get my hands on this author-- [Snarl.]

[And there's yet another mention of the Author people seem to hate so much. Presumably, the one in charge or holding them all here. B hasn't directly asked anyone for information, preferring instead to eavesdrop and piece together the information himself. Whoever the Author is, however, B doesn't share this person's sentiments. In contrast to the obvious rage in Misora's voice, B's remains as calm as ever.]

And what a fair body it is. I had been hoping to retrieve a belonging of mine from her room. [An exaggerated sigh.] Something of vital importance. I suppose with your permission...?

[A pleasantry really, as B intends to break into Misora's room regardless of this person's permission.]

[...creeper no creeping, You're setting off some of Briar's warning signals there, B.]

How vital's vital?

[He's not... feeling exactly together yet, and wishes this woman was carrying knives so he had a defence he knew. Despite her obvious physical fitness, he's yet to find a weapon at all. (Or rather, one he recognises as such)]

Describe it to me and maybe I'll let you in.

You value your life, yes? It has the same importance as your life. [Vaguely worded threat? No, not at all.]

That's not exactly a description, is it?

[Sorry, B.]

And wouldya look, I don't see anything resemblin' a life in here!

Pity. Not a poetry in you, not-Misora. You're quite blind too, if you haven't yet taken a look at the table. The laptop, since your imagination leaves much to be desired.

Laptop? I've never heard of the thing before.

[Faint noises of movement can be heard as Briar decides he might actually have to get up and look.]

Is it this... flat silver box?

[He turns the video feed back on, angling the blackberry in the general direction of the laptop.]

[Not very technologically advanced. B tucks that knowledge away to add to his list of whoever not-Misora is. He doesn't actually feel very inclined to find out either; it only matters that this person is not Misora, and not L.]

Correct. I'll be there to collect it from you shortly.

[And he disconnects the feed before Briar has a chance to argue. Within moments, he's knocking on the door.]

[-- oh great. Briar glares at the blackberry for a few moments, then shoves it in his pockets and sweeps the room again for a weapon he can use. He comes up short, as he did the first time, and wishes again this Misora kept knives on her. He makes do with a heavy book.]

[The knock at the door comes, and Briar has the laptop on the beside table, in easy reach of the door without being too far into the room. The window's also open, giving him an escape route if he needs it. He doesn't want B in here for any longer than he can help it.]

[He doesn't open the door just yet, calling out instead.]

Who's there?

[He gives the door handle an experimental turn with an index finger, but of course it is locked. He speaks in a flat tone, as though explaining the obvious.]

Who else not-Misora?

Just wanted to be sure. You can't blame me for being wary...

[As he speaks (the street accent he's trying to fall back on soudning odd in Misora's voice), he opens the door, stepping back and giving it a wide berth once it's open. He waves a hand towards the laptop on it's table, obviously not going towards it to pick it up for B.]

There it is.

[As the door opens it revelas a rather ill looking man, hunched over as though his entire epigastric region is cramping. His one hand is in the folds of his jean pockets, the other is at his lips, in silent contemplation. His eyes, empty and staring. The accent, is something he picks up on, and will use to identify Briar later on when bodies have been switched back, though once again, he doesn't actually make any motion to ask after his name, as he won't need to. Or so he thinks.]

How very kind of you.

[His tone doesn't match the sentiment at all. He shuffles forward into the room, almost dragging his feet- his preference for crawling can be extrapolated, though for the time being he remains standing. He gives the laptop a glance, but something else has caught his eyes: Misora's purse. He picks it up rifling through its contents with a lazy casualness to him, as though he has every right to be going through her personal effects.]

...Did you know, not-Misora, that she does not carry breath mints in here?

Riiight. I doubt she wants you goin' through her other stuff.

[Briar's not yet made a move towards B, but he has shifted his stance to be a little more overtly threatening.]

Why don't you just take what you came for?

[Briar has to remind himself that he's not in his own body; he doesn't have his own powers, and will be at a significant disadvantage if it comes to a fight and this guy knows how to move properly.]

[B makes a note of the threat, but continues on unperturbed.]

An excellent suggestion, save for the timing, not-Misora.

[He continues flipping through the purse, finding this time a photo of her and another man, whose name and lifespan, he finds, he cannot read- which... considering their world, only had one implication. Naomi Misora's male companion- presumably a boyfriend or fiance- is dead, and Misora herself- as B discreetly glances at the space over not-Misora's head- is not much longer for the world either. An interesting piece of information. He sets the purse back where it was originally located, and picks up the laptop.]

Remember to congratulate her on her upcoming nuptials for me.

[Laptop securely in hand, B inclines his head politely and exits the room.]

[Damn, no, you fool! Not an open video like that. Wherever B was, he's certain to have spotted this little display by now. NAomi had figured that they would run into each other sooner or later in this cluttered mess of a mansion, but not like this, not when she wasn't really, well, her.

And now some innocent resident is going to have to bear with that freak, and she doesn't even know who it is, though whoever it is, they obviously don't know Naomi. Hmph, "random woman" indeed. Misora would have been more than a bit insulted had she not been panicking at the same time. Not just over B, but at sudden awareness of the existence of some presence in the room even though, physically, she's clearly alone. And that something appears to be taking pleasure in her very panic.

Shit. No time to think this through. Misora jerks the blackberry to her ear and Soma's voice emerges.]

Who is this speaking? I believe you are in my body, and I, obviously am also trapped in someone else's. Please, I need to speak with-

[Naomi drops the blackberry, now certain that the specter is indeed real. Shit. Shit! Just what the hell is going on?

Soma, she's going to have to find Soma ... and quickly.]

I'm in... your room, I figure?

....You okay out there? You didn't get stuck in my body and go in the gardens, did you?

[Soma knew Naomi, so it's quite obvious that who ever is in her body now is not him.]

No, most likely not. The body I'm in belongs to someone whom I've met before, and judging by your video post, we have not.

My name is Naomi Misora, and I have reasons to believe that someone dangerous might be looking for me. In this case, he would be looking for you. Have you heard from any suspicious persons yet?

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