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shot o.1 // [voice]

[there's no video to accompany the message: it's strictly audio, whether due to paranoia or the holder's inability to work a Blackberry not immediately apparent. The voice is dry and irritated, coughs punctuating the short delivery he gives to announce himself. It's probably familiar to more than a few people in the manor...]

If this is Hell, it's not a very good rendition. Where's the fire? Brimstone? Demons to make me repent for everything I've done? [a cough, here; perhaps a small bit of laughter that stops as soon as it began. there's not a circle of hell that he doesn't belong in, and he's not sure why he's not there now.]

If it's not Hell, then does anyone know where I can find some chocolate? [his tone is dry on this sentence; he clearly thinks he's dead, and this is all just a hallucination from inside his mind.]

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[Mello? Wait... from that entry it's easy to tell he doesn't remember being from before-Ergo he likely doesn't remember that he's actually a shrunken high school detective.]

[So, Mello. Have the sound of a small child on the other side]

There's chocolate in the kitchen!

Obvious, I suppose. Is there a map of this place?

H-h-hello?

[Dende currently has NO IDEA that there's a person on the other end of this feed... he honestly thinks that the funny little box is talking to him]

I-I d-don't know w-w-where we are... a-and I-I d-don't know wh-what chocolate is... b-but I-I can h-help you look...

[...ugh, this kid sounds scared shitless.]

Someone said it's in the kitchen, so I'm trying to find that. [a pause, and then, almost grudgingly--] You okay? You sound terrified of something.

[Dende whimpers a little]

I-I don't kn-know were I am... th-the last thing I-I remember i-is Frieza... a-and then there was aflash... and everything hurt... a-a-and now I'm here! I-I don't want F-frieza t-to find me!

If it was heaven, chocolate would be raining from the sky or spewing from a fountain. Wouldn't you think?

Depends on the version of Heaven you're after. Mine? Not so much.

Look around and tell me what you see and I'll try to get over there. Frieza may not even be here, so don't worry. [ugh why am I helping a kid hrnngh maybe this IS purgatory.]

If chocolate is the first thing you're asking for, I'm willing to bet it's important enough.

Mmm... there used to be- but I don't think there is anymore- but it's really easy o get too, when you come down the main stair case it's the second door to your left.

My first sin of choice.

[Dende was about to make a comment about how the box could see where they were... but it didn't look like it had eyes... so there's some shuffling as Dende peeks out of his hiding spot under the bed]

I-it looks like my room back home on Namek... only it's weird looking...

Alright. [there's the sound of walking for a moment, the faint squeaking of leather, then it stops for a second.]

Got the staircase. Thanks, kid.

Hopefully it's not the worst you've done.

[This feed more or less confirms Light's theory that the Author is personally out to get him. Of all the damn people she could have possibly written back into the Manor, she had to choose Mello. He balls his fists angrily. It's difficult to say at this point, whose reappearance Light is most annoyed by: B's, L's or Mello's because they are all impossibly infuriating for different reasons.

There's at least one silver lining to this that Light happily reminds himself of, and it's that Mello is apparently dead. A satisfying thought really, considering how much Light had wanted to disembowel the bastard with or without the convenience of a functional Death Note.

He's quite tempted to ignore Mello's post and let the brat figure this place out for himself, but that's if Light has the luxury of being childish. As much as it irritates him to think about this way, if he's potentially doomed to spend the rest of his life in the Manor stuck with this damn brat, then animosity would only serve to make an already hellish existence worse. Besides he muses with the beginnings of a smile, if Mello rejects my olive branch, it would only serve to make him look worse.]

Close enough, but not quite. I'd suggest looking in the kitchen.

Edited 2011-03-27 03:12 (UTC)

There's probably a hallway outside. If you can find the big staircase, that's where I am.

Think I've got all seven down these days.

[oh, well, now, that's a familiar voice and face, isn't it? Mello stops dead in his tracks before he even bothers to turn the Blackberry on for a proper response, staunchly refusing to enable the video function. He lets out a quiet grunt of irritation-- this really must be Hell-- but at least that means the bastard is dead too, right?]

You're late to the party. Someone suggested that before you.

....but you're right here.

No wonder you thought that you would end up in Hell.

I think some days you'll find the surroundings here can imitate the conditions of it enough, so you won't be entirely disappointed.

No problem! I'm Edogawa Conan, a detective!

[There's a brief moment of silence before Light responds. Having expected nothing but pure venom, he's thrown off by the calmness of the response he does get, though he covers over it expertly enough.]

Ah, is that so? Then I'm sorry to be so redundant.

[what the fuck? no he-- oh. Oh, you're one of those sorts of people.]

I'm not inside the box, kid. I'm a person. It's a communication device.

Really. How does that work?

I'm... [there's a brief consideration-- what would his alias mean, here? Is it worth it to say? Is it worth bothering to hide?] Mello.

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