Page Thirteen || Month of my life [Video]

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[When Light wakes up this morning, he feels, for once, well rested. Stretching as he rolls out of bed, he grabs his phone to check the time. However, it's not the time that alarms him, it's the date. The thirtieth of May? He rubs his eyes furiously, suddenly very awake. Had he really spent a month sleeping? He had heard of people falling asleep for a week at the Manor, but surely not an entire month. He certainly didn't feel any differently- his hair for one, didn't seem to have grown any longer, nor had his fingernails for that matter. Bolting up right, he quickly gets himself dressed. A few minutes later, the feed clicks on to show Light Yagami looking somewhat bemused.]

I don't suppose someone might be willing to fill me in on what happened? I...[He clears his throat.] seem to have been knocked unconscious for an extended period of time. Thank you.

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[[Ohoho. Smugass is on his little picture box thing here.]]

You missed everything. I don't think there's been something so amazing in all my god damn years of life, Kid.

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[Kid? A raised eyebrow. For no other reason other than slight petulance, Light keeps his end of the feed on video. He may have overslept... well, perhaps overslept was a gross understatement, but his memory of this person's voice is still there. This was the delusional person Light had caught mumbling to himself in the hallway prior to falling asleep. Greed, he had called himself, if his memory wasn't failing him after apparently a month of disuse. Frowning slightly, he speaks keeping his tone light.]

Light, actually. [Slightly clipped.] So if you don't mind my asking, what exactly was so amazing. Mr....?

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[[Greed smirks, pulling his glasses down with his left hand to show off his marking, then stares right into the screen. Being his usual douchey self, Greed then chuckles a small sound at Light correcting him about his name. The hell kinda name is Light anyway?]]

'S what I said; Kid.

[[Huh. He hasn't heard Mister Greed in quite some weeks, pang of nostalgia that doesn't display anywhere else. His smirk turns into a shark tooth grin and he pushes his glasses back up, replacing his hand in what can only be the pocket from the angle his elbow's at.]]

Greed.
As for what you missed-- I told you, everything. Beaches, monsters, murders. All the usual stuff idiots like around here it seems.

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[Off camera, Light's fists ball very slightly; he took to condescension very poorly, even when it was subtle. Having it rubbed in his face, isn't doing Greed any favors. However, as only a true idiot would go around proclaiming their hold on the world without some kind of power to back it up, there has to be more to Greed than simply being an annoying bastard. The mark is something unexpected- a tattoo of some sort?-- obviously it had some sort of significance if he is flaunting it as it were. What that significance might be, however, isn't something that can be ascertained. Not at the moment anyway, but he makes a mental note of it.

Beaches, monsters and murder all check off on the list of stupid things the Author frequently subjected them all to, and frankly he's thrilled he missed the latter two. Odd how some of the most irritating things at the Manor started with M. Monsters, Murders, Mello.]

I hardly think anyone here enjoys any of the nonsense the Author puts us through, though yes, I'll give you that there are a fair share of idiots as well. [The implication, of course, being that Greed fits into said group of idiots. It's stated politely enough that one might be inclined to think Light is excluding the pair from that category. A pause as he brushes a lock of hair out of his eyes. Smoothly, though he's more than convinced that the name has to be a pseudonym:] Was that a tattoo, Greed?

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A few things have happened. Two weeks ago we were on an island. I never went to a beach before, it was fun.



By the way, just where did you go?

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An island? [His tone is inquisitive. He's not sure if he should feel relieved by the fact that he missed a so-called field trip, or disappointed. Those at least were usually moderately harmless. Though.. he had noticed that usually wasn't the case anymore.] That must have been enjoyable- [Pause. He'd taken it for granted that Oz had been from a variant of Earth, but a secondary thought occurs to Light.] ....wait, where are you from originally if you've never been to a beach?

[He blinks at the question. As far as he was aware, he hadn't gone anywhere, but had the Author tampered with his body somehow? He certainly hadn't felt any different but he makes a mental reminder to check more thoroughly later.]

...A-ah, [Small laugh.] I don't think I went anywhere. I fell asleep and when I woke up, I realized I had been out for much longer than I should have been. I- It's confusing. Has everything been alright?

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I'm from Lebleux. I never really went out much because of studies.



Things have been as fine as they can here.

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Is that in France?

[He tries to pin Lebleux mentally on a map, though he can't say that he's ever heard of such a place.]

So then nothing significant happened? [Figures. The Author never had anything important happen in her so-called "plots."] Well, I guess that's a blessing of sorts that I missed the usual "fun."

[Even though the idea that the Author can mess around with his sleeping habits leaves him feeling quite irritated.]

So what's the plot this week?

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[diditmyway.livejournal.com]

[Yagami Light. Son of Chief Soichiro Yagami - the one who figured out Mello's name. Somehow. With what had to be kira's help. First and foremost, why is this bastard here? Second L....he certainly thinks highly of himself to take such a title - despite his obvious incompetence. It had to be him. No one else in the NPA had the capability according to what information his men, now deceased thanks to you, had gathered.

Secondly, what did this Light know? Had he gotten ahold of his name? His face? Obviously there were the sketches from Wammys....

Needless to say Mello doesn't have the option of leaving this one untouched - as if he would anyway.]

Rather convenient, isn't it?

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[....
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...Great. Now Light almost wishes he were still sleeping. Mello's voice is one that has been--for better or for worse--etched into Light's memory; he could pick it out from anywhere. The last one had mysteriously vanished, so why me god, is another one back to take the last one's place? He's been awake for five minutes now and already his good mood has been spoiled by the taste of something bitter in the back of his throat.

So just when was this one taken from? How much did this one know- well, no. That didn't matter as Near is here, and he knew the last Mello and Near were communicating. Or at least had very good reasons not to exclude that as a possibility. Light could therefore assume Mello regardless of time, would know what Near knows--which is information circa January 2010.... which led to his other headache. Sayu. (Come to think of it, had Sayu returned?) He'd already warned Sayu not to speak to anyone named Mello, and given her a physical description of the brat, but it only took a few words to plant uncomfortable ideas into her head. Damn it. A sigh, and then very casually.]

Depending on what I missed that may change. I can't say that I'd call it an inconvenience if I missed out on the apocalypse.

[Not quite acknowledging that he has any knowledge yet. Your move, Mello.]

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[Mello snickers a little bit over the aluminum serenade of a chocolate bar being unwrapped.

He wouldn't have expected any outright recognition. This wasn't back in Los Angeles where they both knew of each other's existence in a give and take - well more take really, but whatever - type way. Here, however, at the manor, some seem to arrive with an advantage over others in how much they know. How much they remember. His arrival verses L's is evidence enough of this.

And thus, despite the simple fact that considering there had been multiple versions of himself to pass through here it was highly unlikely any version of Light didn't know something about him, it would be foolish for Light to rush forward with any information he might have concerning Mello and thus lose an opportunity to feel out what Mello knows or what his intentions were.

Well two could play that game three if you HAVE to count Near]

The apocolypse would be such an unfortunate thing to miss. [You should know, Kira.]

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[Tch. So the brat wanted to play this tired game, did he? Feeling for information, neither one really admitting to anything, waiting for the other to make a mistake. Heh. Light's more than confident in his ability to keep up an appearance. Without the Death Note, no-one had any evidence to support their claims, and as he hadn't used the Note in the Manor, no-one should suspect he had it in his possession in the first place. Not that the damn thing was even functional. It's tempting, however, oh-so-tempting to write the lot of them into the Note anyway for the hell of it. Even if it did work, however, any satisfaction gained would be too temporary to be worth the repercussions.

So then really, what is the best approach here? He frowns slightly as he considers his options. An olive branch- or at least a fake one- would be one way of doing it but considering the personalities of the former Mello's, it didn't seem likely at all to end in success. Frustrating.]

Then I shall hope you live to experience it.

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[[L's eyes shift to the side from the tedious thing he's holding, pinched between an index finger and his thumb with his wrist bent at an angle that shouldn't normally be that comfortable. Then again neither is the seated position that he's teetering in with his bare feet as the only thing clutching and keeping him stable on the chair's edge.

He sets down the small shell and picks up his device in the same manner as the shell.]]

[Text - Private/U.H.] <3 /Assuming like after Mello contacts him

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[Light can't say that he's impressed by this line of inquiry, but is admittedly at least grateful the detective hadn't begun with a deluge of questions about his absence. Not that he doesn't expect one to come, but. He stretches his arms across his body, working out some of the stiffness in his shoulders.]

As refreshing as a months worth of sleep could be, I suppose. [Which, as it turns out, isn't nearly as refreshing as it should be. And because whoever asks questions first, gets them answered first.] When did Mello arrive?

[Text - Private/U.H.] Yep!

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[[L ho-hum's in his mind as he looks down at the question. It seems really funny to hear Light asking instantly about Mello's arrival like L is going to give him times, dates, places and hobbies.

He tippytypes away, taking his time as usual.]]

[[Huurh.]]

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[What the hell? If L seriously thinks the promise of a present is enough to distract Light from the fact that he had attempted to deflect the question, rather poorly for that matter, then he'd be thoroughly disappointed that no, it isn't the case at all. True it gave Light absolutely no benefit whatsoever to know when specifically Mello had arrived, but it provided L with no benefits to keep it secret either. Nor did it protect Mello at all for that matter.

The additional lies only serve to fan Light's growing irritation. L misplace his Blackberry and then conveniently find it again the day Light wakes up to taunt him with? Not likely. As for being busy with the recent plot- again, unlikely. As far as Light's been able to tell, no-one has posted anything to the network about a new plot- which usually meant, no-one had figured it out yet. The bastard could stand to choose his lies more wisely.]

[Video] I promise this is my last one ROFL

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[.....What was his name again?......uh......]

[Video] XDD

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[Hoove-senpai? For that matter, Senpai? Since when had they escalated to the level of ill-fitting sobriquets and honorifics? No, Light doesn't want to know. Nor does he want to know about the zombies- did this kid have a fixation with zombies? Why was he still talking about them almost a month later? In addition, it's doubtful that they're ever safe in the Manor, which is why Light rubs his temple once before replying.]

As loud as ever, I see, Sasagawa-san. [Emphasis on the polite, distant honorific there.] I'm glad to hear that the...[This pains him to say it.] zombies are gone.

[Video] YEAH THAT WAS TOTALLY INTENTIONAL BTW )8I Don't be fooled by those question marks

[lionpunchinist.livejournal.com]

[RYOHEI DOESN'T NOTICE THAT HINT THERE.]

I'M EXTREMELY GLAD THEY'RE GONE TOO SENPAI!!!

HOPEFULLY THE EVIL WITCH SENDS US BACK TO NAMIMORI SOON....

[11-sies.livejournal.com]

About how long were you out for? I'm good at time.

[Video] I'm assuming?

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[A raised eyebrow. This guy again huh? Ever since their first encounter Light has, and remains very skeptical of anything the Doctor claims to be "good" at. Other than losing his possessions that is.]

Slightly under a month. Why?

[Video] y-yes orz

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Under a month? Let's see- what all happened in a month- first there was- Oh! The Serial killer- a few people died, it was tragic but they're all back now- next was the fist week of hawaii and then the second- with monsters. Much more exciting with monsters.

But that's really all you've missed. So, nothing too exciting. Oh, and the Author- or Wendy as I'm now calling her, -can possess people. I hope that helps.

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Bad slasher-movie plot, trip to Hawaii, week's vacation before Hawaii was attacked by monsters...

Business as usual here, really. [Ah, jaded sarcasm.]

[finalarbiter.livejournal.com]

[Yep. Definitely not complaining about missing almost a month of time if that's the nonsense he would have had to put up with.]

...I see. I'm glad to see you well, then. [Kind of.] Does anyone have any idea what the plot is this week, then?

[stalking_horse]

Quiet so far - it looks like the barrier has expanded; there's a good bit more territory outside. No telling yet if it's a long-term change or a temporary one; I imagine we'll know come next week. [Honestly he is glad to see you - he much prefers dealing with you to Belphegor and Mukuro.]