Cake & OCD 003 - [Video / Garbled Audio]

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[[The screen may look as though it's going to be showing someone's face about any moment, but it seems otherwise has been planned for the system by the giant "" spaced out on the screen in a fancy lettering. Guess who's found his predecessor's method for posting anonymously in this fashion at least? His voice is high, garbled and un-gender-specific via this method though there is a hint of baritone in the after-effect.]]

This is L.
I've noticed from a recent arson that many detectives have come forward to 'solve' this rather hum drum case. So this begs the question, just how many people out there are detectives or involved in enforcement for that matter? My curiosity has gotten the best of me.

I refuse to respond to anyone not using a secure, unhackable line.

That is all.

--

[Later//In Person -- Locked to BB.]
[[L is having a horrible time trying to move something he's deeming clean enough to take with him to his room from in the hallway that he's currently calling the way to his home. He's got his sleeves down over his hands and wants more than anything to not be touching the dirt infested room or the large book-case that he's trying to move right that moment. He sighs after a mighty effort of a pull and stands back with frustration on his sighed breath.]]

Ugh. I wish Watari was here.

[[He blinks and looks over his shoulder toward the end of the hall when he hears some creaking, furthermore to the other side when he hears creaking again. It's not until the book-case is almost on top of him that he tries his best to move out of the way and after the dust settles, L tries to crawl out of it, coughing and sputtering.

He pauses and looks back when his legs won't move and shares both a 'FML' moment and a moment of despair. The damned thing has fallen on his legs and though it doesn't feel like they're broken, that thing - be as strong as he is - isn't moving from the position of almost flat on his face that he ends up in if he doesn't twist himself around.]]

Damnit.

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Voice

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[Why can't there ever been normal communications on this thing?]

"L", huh? You got a thing for the law, Pardner?

[No, Jake's line isn't secure. He's not a technology sort. Don't blame him.]

[Reaction]

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[[L sighs heavily, he'll chalk this one up to 'useless' when it comes to anything other than drawl for the moment and secures the line himself. Simple direction certainly fall on deaf ears around here.]]

[Voice]
Pardner?
Yes. I suppose it could be a 'thing'.

Voice

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

Know what you mean. When I was just a little dogie, I used to play sheriffs and robbers myself.

[Pause.]

'Course, I spent an equal amount of time bein' the robber as I did the sheriff.

[Text; Private/U.H.]

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[[And here's the instructions on how to make your message private, sir. He won't be replying otherwise, already having put a lenient way on the conversation.]]

[in-texas.livejournal.com]

[And here's one detective you won't get anything more out of, since you're not bein' all that conversational in his book. :D

Also, Jake hates these doohickeys and your instructions seem unnecessary. What happened to the days when a man could just pick up the phone and talk to the cowpoke he was fixin' to call? These days, there's smart phones, with texting, web access, mp3s, data sharing, GPS, cameras, apps, Angry Birds, Pizza trackers...]

[Audio:Private:unhackble]

[mei-tantei.livejournal.com]

Taking a head count?

[Audio:Private:unhackble]

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

Something like that, are you answering as such?

[Audio:Private:unhackble]

[mei-tantei.livejournal.com]

Ah, Highschool Detective Kudo Shinichi.

[Audio:Private:unhackble]

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

High school?

How do you do detective work for your high school?

[Audio:Private:unhackble]

[mei-tantei.livejournal.com]

I usually get a written excuse from Megure-keibu if there's a case he wants my opinion on-I'm just a consulting detective- Like Sherlock Holmes was.

[Comment not here]

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[Tom looked at his device and scowls. The last time he encountered an L ended very badly and this one didn't seem much better than the last since he was unable to use an Unhackable Security Code which really limits him.]

Fuck this.

[He turns it to audio only and simply listens.]

[Aware~] I Think I'm doing this right ._.

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[[L's aware of an open connection. Though he's not sure why there's an open connection but no one talking, or trying to reply.

It intrigues him enough to at least text. Which is what this is:]]

Not going to say hello?

[Video-Text/Private] You're fine. He never shut it off.

[junior-cop.livejournal.com]

[Tom's eyes narrowed, he's not happy about this at all. The last L insulted his intelligence and his ability to perform as a cop. That never left him.]

>>Why should I? It's pretty clear you want only the elite.

[Video-Text/Private] XD OK whew! okay sorry *hides* XD; /shy get

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[[Ah good. Now he gets to meet the whining committee. Along with making this text unhackable, he sends instructions before his text detailing how to make it as such.]]

I asked a simple question, it's a yes or no question at best. Are you or are you not a detective?

[In person]

[beyondsighted.livejournal.com]

[B hadn't managed to catch the beginning of L's downfall, but the noise had caught his attention. The sight before him is more than he could have ever hoped for. His eyes narrow excitedly, and instinctively a thumb is brought to his lower lip. The slouch is exaggerated even further, though he can't quite manage deadpan; the prospect of speaking to his predecessor makes neutrality more difficult to achieve than usual. Nonetheless, he shuffles closer towards the fallen man, and manages to erase the last traces of a serpent's grin from his lips before speaking. He has so many questions he wants answered that he doesn't quite know where to begin.]

Do you know who I am?

[He's all but shaking from excitement, though he's careful not to betray this. There's no way he's letting L know just how much he had longed for this moment.]

[In person] omg you did such a good job describing that! I squee'd.

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[[L winced as he pulled at his legs with his hand, then tried the other one. For the time being it was no use. He sighed tried to pull his communicator out so that Light could give him the cold shoulder, pretend not to care and or get mad at him and leave him to starve to death. ..All except his communicator is just slightly out of reach.

He noticed a small shuffling down the hall and turned his head and his body the best he could twist it to meet the source of the sound. His eyes widened as he thought for sure something was playing a trick on him, surely at this very moment he couldn't have been in the same -- Thanks Author, really. He'll repay this favour some how. Body twisted to be able to view the side that Beyond shuffled to, L remained passive and collected while staring into the face of his almost doppelganger.

For a moment, L's mind worked on a little bit of irony, sighing inwardly at the pun The Author was making him the topic of, 'Really funny, you sent "Backup", I get it.']]

Of course I do.

[[Should he stoop low enough to try and use it to get himself free? No. He'll lay like this until it became unbearable and someone else came along if he had to. Or reach his PCD.]]

[In person] \o/ JUST AS- Awww dang, wrong muse

[beyondsighted.livejournal.com]

[The moment just continues to get sweeter and sweeter. L is pinned, and unable to call for help; B might even have to brush his teeth twice tonight! Truly, B could not possibly have asked for more ideal conditions. He could sit by Lawliet and talk all day if the fancy so struck him. Perhaps he'd let L go free when the circulation to his poor feet cut off, but that wouldn't be for a while yet. Therefore B does what occurs to him as the most natural course of action--ignore the fact that L is clearly in need of help. He adopts a half crouched pose by the other man's head and leans in closely, roving his eyes over his face committing every last pore to memory. He would duplicate this face perfectly one day.]

Envision the following scenario. I don't know me. Perhaps I have amnesia. Perhaps I have dissociative personality disorder. Fill in the blanks of my identity, Doctor.

LOLOLOLOL*DIES*

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[[The twist of L's body wouldn't be comfortable for most people, but his style of self-defense taught fluidity... But no even he could hold this position forever and instantly regretted turning like this to view the person. If he moved, B would realize that he's entirely at his mercy at this point save for what he could do with hands, teeth, nails, his head if he had to. He stayed perfectly still even as B loomed over top of him, and the way his face was raked over like material better committed to memory was much too close and much too intimate for what he cared of Beyond to be with him.

L turned his head to the side at least, looking defiantly downward on the floor rather than having to submit to looking up to B.]]

Do you want my honest opinion?
[[Of course he would, Beyond would have demanded nothing the less.]]

You're a homicidal sociopath throwing a tantrum about your placement in this world.

[Video| Private/unhackable] Apologies for lateness, orz ;_;

[stalking_horse]

My name is Hakuba Saguru - from everything I know, we are not from the same world, but I am a detective back home, and have been working in that capacity and a few others there.

[Video| Private/unhackable] DONT BE SORRY I screwed up @_@

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

Is that so Hakuba-San?
How do you know we're not from the same world?

[[He's heard that there's been a 'him' before, as ...odd as it feels but, no need not to find out in this way too.]]

[Video| Private/unhackable]

[stalking_horse]

[Oh, he's been very curious about this mysterious "L", and not just because of the previous one who he never encountered...]

There are several others from your world that I've dealt with. You are, apparently, quite well-known, particularly in circles of detective work and law enforcement.

Those others didn't recognize several large and very widely publicly known cases, nor the reputations of some better-known detectives from my world. From what was said of you and identified with similar messages made previously, you worked internationally consulting for various law enforcement agencies, which would have put us working within similar circles - yet I've never heard of you, and I'd imagine that you've never heard of myself.

I would also guess that you've had no prior knowledge of cases such as the twenty-year and continuing run of Kaitou Kid, the Tanabata attack on Tokyo tower, and others that relate to things specific to my world, correct?

[Video| Private/unhackable]

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[[Again, listening, L gathered this information and decides that he actually DOES have at least one more smart person around here should it hit the fan. Then again it could be a good ploy by someone who was equally as intelligent as that earlier person who contacted him.

Ah well, this is the fun of the game. He's surprised that the previous him let so much out about himself, unless all this was found out by Light or Mello. ...Or Misa.]]

You're wrong in only one aspect: Assuming I've never heard of (http://badfic-manor.livejournal.com/459258.html?thread=15924218#t15924218) "Kaitou Kid", the international jewel thief. But you are right, I'm not from your world.

[Audio/Private] - Super encrypted - Unknown number and all that jazz

[whitestlie.livejournal.com]

[Anyone could use a voice filter and disguise themselves as L. Near knew of at least one poor imitation and another wannabe imitation.

In any case, the fact remains that this "L" is seeking detectives. He must have either not been at the manor for very long or he must have been highly distracted during his time here. Perhaps he had been temporarily incapacitated like Hakuba. Da Vinci had provided Near with a detailed, labelled map of the manor on the 10th of April, which clearly indicated that a man named Ryuzaki had been living with a Light Yagami, a situation that could not be marked off as mere coincidence. Since then, Near had confirmed that every new arrival were not in any way related to L except for the second man that claimed to be named Ryuzaki.

On one hand, this could be that latter Ryuzaki putting on some desperate display for attention. (Although Yagami could pull off a subpar L, doing so in this kind of senseless manner, with L around no less, was not his style.) The only question that remains is what could he possibly gain from this, knowing that L is already here?

On the other, this is the real L.]

There were seven as of April 10th, according to the calendar here that is.

[You asked for a headcount, so that's all your getting.]

Well, [offscreen smirk] nine, including the two of us.

[Near has never spoken to L and does not know what L sounds like, though he can recognize his speech patterns well enough through the filtered audio. But whether or not L cared enough about the succession to know Near's voice is anyone's guess. The last line, therefore, was meant to serve as a huge hint in the very likely chance that he did not.]

Perpetually the same as Near's

[thumbonmylip.livejournal.com]

[After hearing from morons and people who decided to disregard his warning, at least one person seems to understand the explicit need for safety around here. His lackofeyebrow lifts in curiosity as the voice comes unfiltered into his ears. The tone of voice is different than what he remembers, the pitch of it at least, but the pattern... even the disposition; it was all the same.

It was one of his successors hiding out in plain sight. Excuse the slight pride that his successor could be so crafty, this held well with him knowing home was left in good hands. It couldn't be Mello, he was far too volatile and he had only spoken with him a while back about the cases concerning everyone's favourite jam lover.

It couldn't be Matt, he wasn't careful enough and acts brashly like Mello and L has never really done much speaking past the two of them to warrant it being anyone but:]

Near.
Efficient and organized as always.

back to partayyyy!

[whitestlie.livejournal.com]

[This self-proclaimed "L" didn't question Near's assertion at all. Did he really trust him just that easily? Well, he supposes lying about something this trivial would be inconsequential anyway, but still. Of course, this L could just be faking it as well. Near wouldn't put that past anyone from Wammy's or anyone who knew L personally, including, no, especially L himself.

The unexpected praise also caught Near off guard. Onoes! Near knows not how to respond to praise from his respected mentor. Near will use ignore! >_<]

Will that be all, L?

[Baiting. Pretending to retreat in order to get the other party to reach further.

It wouldn't be hard to find out Near's name, considering the nonexistent security system at the manor and the blatant fact that his name is tacked onto an unremovable name plate right outside his room. But if this really was an imposter and compulsive enough to figure out a way to tack on Near's name to his voice at the manor (considering Near has ceased revealing anything related to his identity on the public feeds since the week after he arrived at the Manor), there's no way he would be satisfied with just that meager amount of information, especially not knowing that Near might have ties to L.

If this really is L, however, if he cared enough about his successors to know their voices, he should be interested in digging more himself.

Near twirls his hair and waits.]