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005 - Near & Mello - [Accidental Video / In Person] - Fluffball for sale!

(ooc: Blue is Near, Red is Mello.)

[The video clicks on with static.]

Can I take your picture?

[If you guys haven't heard enough fangirl screams for a day, have some MOAR! Little by little, the static clears up, but the video is shaky, panning from feet to ceiling to the ground to a ~~fluffball~~ pajama-clad boy to more feet as his blackberry gets kicked around among the shuffle.]

No.

[The feed shakes again and slides as it is inadvertently kicked by a black boot and legs clad tightly in leather stride past, breaking through the crowd of skirts or imitation white pajamas.] fuckers, MOVE. [There is a slight scuffle as a few girls get pushed to make way for a boy ~~you can only tell its a boy by the voice, the physique might leave you guessing~~]

Mello. [The central huddle disperses as the the lower quarter of Mello's body comes into view, freeing a Near who's sitting on the ground, back turned towards the camera (nice try, folks). And for the first time ever on the feeds, Near actually stands up.] Thank you. [He doesn't sound very thankful, but you'll just have to take his word for it.]

No problem [Mello snickers, and here is where you should have been suspicious, Near, as in one swift move he finishes off his chocolate bar, tosses it off to the side, and proceeds to gather Near up, awkwardly bending to sling him across his shoulders.]

Alright! Bidding for the kid starts at 100! [He shouts above a crowd of cheers and a lightning storm of camera flashes. The feed is now unnoticed at Mello’s foot, looking up at the two successors as Mello smirks with a Near-boa.]

You ... cannot be serious. [Oh, he sounds unamused. Soooo unamused. But Near does not struggle. It will only encourage Mello even more and he refuses to give him that pleasure.]

Serious as the grave. [Mello tilts his head, one eye going scarily wider than the other as the numbers being screamed into the air climb higher and higher.] 300?! Do I hear 350?! Come on, girls, you can do better than that!

Or how about some chocolate? This nice floor decoration or garden gnome for 400 and some decent chocolate?

[The crowd dissolves into screams once more and Mello looks like he’s having the time of his life]

I'm telling L.

[Mello visibly twitches, biting into the corner of his lip and making an unnatural and unhappy face. Ruining all his fun, Near.] fucking tattletale [He grumbles before shifting Near to the other shoulder not so gently]

Sorry ladies and gentlemen, bidding on the albino has been called off. Seems he’s been recalled on account of a poor sense of humor. [Not that Mello had been joking, or maybe he had, you’ll never know.]

(ooc: Posting order: You -> Mello -> Near -> You -> etc)

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[Luckily enough, Light's usual mode of dress is nondescript enough to get by as someone who isn't cosplaying. Oh, he's fully aware of what most of this nonsense is, this is a part of his culture after all--not that Light had ever delved into the murky waters of Otaku-dom ~~Too busy being God kthnx~~--but even if he had participated, there's really no preparing for this bedlam.

He's managed to catch a rare moment of reprieve however, thanks to a hastily bought baseball cap to cover his "perfect Light Yagami wig." He smirks very slightly at the entire auction. "I'm telling L." Really? Is that all it took to shut brat #1 up? He'd suspected it considering how servile the second one had been, and how loyal the first one had been, but apparently what held true for one, held true for all of them. Servitude is in Mello's blood after all. Who knew?]

Edited 2011-06-07 05:43 (UTC)

[Servitude? That, sir, is something called respect. Something you wouldn't know too much about what with you lack of respect for life, property....pretty much everything actually.

and Light Yagami wig? ~~Nowadays thats just called the "Bieber", get with it, man~~]

You got somethin' to say, Yagami? [Mello eyes the man's smug face, taking care to announce the man's last name loudly while making it clear who it was directed to. Several fangirls turn to look.]

[Had the Author not forcibly dumped them all in the middle of this pitiful convention, Near would have never gone out in public without A) an escort and B) a disguise. Yagami had the right idea. Dressing up as a cosplayer, as ironic as that sounds, but Near had not been as lucky, and the Author, or Authors, clearly played favorites. For the same reason that people recognized disguiseless Mello as genuine, that all of their cosplayers HAD VAGINAS for some reason, he could not hide his identity either given basically no time for preparation.

Yagami saw his face, but what could he do at a time like this anyway? Near is more concerned about whether or not the blackberry had been on when it got slapped out of his grasp by the horde of idiots. It's not Yagami, but his deluded little friends that most apprehensive of.

Nevertheless, he mutters under his breath to Mello.]

Drawing attention to ourselves would not be wise.

[ At the mention of his last name, Light's eyes widen- instinctively he wants to look furtively left and right, pull the cap down even further to cast a shadow over his face, but reacting that way is more or less the equivalent of announcing the fact that he's actually present. He's already had one absolutely mortifying run-in with "Misa" (http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q3/Misselaineous10/Random%20Stuff/roflbot-vo0R.jpg) and that..."experience" had been enough to last him a lifetime. ~~Little does Light know.. more mortifying to come later >D~~

Instead he hisses angrily under his breath.]

Keep it down... or I'll tell L.

[Mello lets out a sharp single bark of a laugh, more of an explosive sneer as he shifts slightly to even out Near's weight across his shoulders.]

Somethin' tells me that L won't give a damn about me informing these fine young ladies that their "Yagami-Kun" is here.

[Sorry Near, you're really just an annoying voice around his ear at the moment.]

Doin' a public service.

[[L, hiding out in what looks like a nice, quiet room for once. He's wearing a red hooded jacket (http://www.cosplaytribe.com/images/CCFA013_1.jpg), hood obviously pulled up around his telltale hair even if he is slouching even while he's got his knees pulled in and the communicator set on his knees.

He's half amused, half not amused, but he's staying neutral in face as usual to the two boys. Perhaps if he's lucky they'll actually bond over th-- who's he kidding? Sigh.

He's too young to have kids. Rather, too irresponsible at least- so he thinks.]]

Mello.
Please refrain from selling Near in the immediate or far future.

I was just joking [Mello mumbles under his breath. Even if it hadn't started as a joke, it was now. Though he is a bit disappointed, he could have gotten a decent amount of chocolate and gotten his rival off his hands in one fell swoop.]

It's not like the author wouldn't have just given him back, anyway.

Then Mello should not make baseless assumptions.

~~[coughHYPOCRITEcough]~~

[[L feels as though he may have a headache coming on in any moment. However, again, his face is devoid of such things.]]
Be that as it may, Mello, we can't be sure.

[[And now to play Quillish to the other one as well.]]
Near, I'd ask you don't exacerbate the situation.

[Private]
It's fortunate I found you both together anyway. I need your cooperation.
[[He looks around as though he's studying, there was a movement, noise, and he's not ready to be discovered again. It was horrible the first time.]]

I need you both to stay together, this could be bad for us with so many opportunities for potential new or old enemies. [[He looks back at the communicator, his thumb pressing his lip over just a bit while he again checks, this time it's probably just paranoid reaction, then back to the communicator again.]]

I understand how you two are competitive, however, this needs to be undertaken for all our safety. Understood? It would only be until we confirm this isn't going to be used against us in strategy.

[Mello does not like this idea. He has a different way of doing things than Near and he has full confidence in himself that he could wiggle out of any tight spot he'd get into in this place. Near could fucking fend for himself for once. Or not. It shouldn't have to be Mello's problem. The kid hadn't even been able to get away from his squealing fangirls ~~lets not even get into WHY Near has fangirls in the first place~~.

Mello, on the other hand, is proud to announce he gave his own fangirls the slip quite successfully.

But. but. Despite his growing recognition of L as a person rather than some distant idol, or lofty goal and concept, he still has a bit of a tendency to view him as a top authority figure. Not like the police or the president (mello couldn't care less what the fuck THOSE idiots said) but L as a person who has actually proven himself worthy of being an authority, created the title rather than had it handed to him through some rigged election.

Authority through being the best. Being number one...Mello has to listen. Has to learn - for his own future, of course]

Fine. But this does NOT mean we are working together. So don't get any ideas, Near.

[Mello started it.

At least that's what he would have said had L not suggested cooperation, which meant a victory for Near at least. Well, sort of. If Mello's going to continue acting the way he's been, then Near's not so sure if it could really be considered a victory.

Nevertheless, without some sort of disguise, he can't navigate the convention on his own, so having Mello around would still be useful.]

I'm not so sure it's a matter of safety [After all, these people seem to know them already. What's the point in pretending otherwise.] so much as irritation and stupidity [Yes, that's how highly Near thinks of you silly convention go-ers].

As for our cooperation, I'm perfect willing to accept it.

[There's almost, almost an undertone of triumph there.]

[[L reminds himself to thank Mello later for not blowing up about it, even if he does warn Near on the side that they're not 'working together'. That's fine, as long as they are together. His eyes slide from Mello down to where Near is in the picture.]]

That is not the common enemy I was referring to, Near. The cooperation is appreciated, stay diligent- both of you.

[ B, however, is having the time. of. his. life. Everyone here thinks he is L, which makes Manorcon not so much traumatizing as it is flat~ter~ing. Sure, it's entirely amusing to think about how Lawli must be squirming at the fact that his usual bid for secrecy has been made so hilariously redundant by these fan girls.

But enough of ruminations on Lawliet, for now he's stumbled across Version 2.0. The future generation. Mels, and... ah, so that was his last name. River. Nate River~ Fun, fun. Shuffling up to them, strawberry lollipop casually placed in his left cheek, humming a merry tune. ]

How much is that snowflake in the window~?

[The man only needs to speak for Mello to come to three conclusions : 1. no chance of this being L (not to mention L's message had also ruled this out) 2. This was either a really creepy cosplayer (some of them did have the tendency to be creepy as he has discovered, like all of the Mello players mysteriously being FEMALE) or 3. He could now be face to face with the very "Beyond Birthday" whose gruesome deeds L had recounted to him years ago.

He'll go with 3. Most of the L players he's seen so far put in no effort beyond the shirt and the jeans. Some were even wearing shoes! Talk about lazy.]

Out of curiosity, what would you want with him? [then again, handing Near over to B might be entertaining...]

[Near is not looking at either of them, staring off the the side and twirling his hair as if nothing had happened. B knows about the eyes. Therefore, he knows about the notebook. He would know about Shinigami. He may know Kira, not through their home world of course, but through the manor.

They are all assumptions, but if Near wavers on any of them, he will lose. That is the mindset he must take.]

The phone.

[Directed only towards Mello, who now has hold of Near's only safety blanket. Yes, he is ignoring you, B.]

Edited 2011-06-07 21:32 (UTC)

We're selling people now? [Amused!]

You got a problem with that?

Not at all.

It's kind of funny.

[Wrong. It is not funny. It is the opposite of funny.]

Don't encourage him.

Don't be sour about it! Obviously he was joking.

Thats right, Near [He is snickering way too much] I was only joking. Lighten up.

[Is there an echo in here?]

Yes, I heard both of you the first time.

[ Misa's shinigami eyes were working. It was really odd. They never used to be this easy to use before.

She saw two names---of both the blonde and kid. They had to be important. They knew L and it sounded like they were close to him too. No one knew yet of her eyes, so she might as well play along--- ]

That's too bad. Misa was about to bid too.

[Mello eyes the girl warily though it comes off as his normally contorted expression]

Hey look at that, you're popular with the girls, Near. Never thought you had it in you. Guess some people like that baby-face look.

[The secret's out. Thank you, Author.

No, it was out since the very beginning, since the very moment the Author decided to bring them here. There never really was a point in hiding from the start after all.

Fortunately, that most likely goes for the Kiras too, and as far as Near's concerned, their secrets outweighed his.]

How much would Miss Amane offer?

[No, you silly people, he's not actually interested. He does, however, have a plan. And for you, Mello, that Near is responding in such a manner to this girl should be a red flag that something is going on.]

[ Misa was actually just joking around when she started, but she did become quiet to consider it. The other guy liked chocolates. Maybe she could start with that?

She didn't have her own show, 'Misamisa's Happy Sweets' for nothing. ]

How about a chocolate cake? Misa likes baking.

[Mello eyes Near. Was this chick some friend of his-no wait, forgive him, that is too much of a leap with a possibility of maybe 1% - but still he has to wonder was his rival was planning]

Its a decent offer, but ya got more?

[He is now looking you over, Misa, trying to catch any sign of a wire or something that would suggest that you are one of Near's lackeys.]

[It's certainly the real Misa Amane among this sea of Amanes. Thanks to Leonardo's map, Near was able to confirm that Amane did indeed return, and she had been sent back to the manor without making her presence public.

However, did Kira get to her first or did she act in secret on her own volition? She certainly didn't seem like the type who would keep quiet by choice, especially not since Near confirmed this personally when taking her and Mogi into custody back in their world. If she had made a choice on her own, then there's a high possibility that this Misa Amane is the same one that previously resided at the manor. Why else would she know to keep silent? If she had not, then it was simply that Kira had gotten to her first, and any number of possible events could occur.

One thing's certain. Kira and this version of Amane have made contact. The odd interest in himself and Mello confirms this further.]

I meant for me.

[Hayato was going about his merry way when heard a VERY familiar voice... a very familiar voice just BEGGING to be kicked. He turns to see the source. An albino sheep and ~~Willy Wonka~~ some blonde guy... or girl... a flat chested girl... hard to tell there. But there was leather....~~dominatrix?~~

Well whatever, the voice of the little shit made an ass of him (...well more of one then he made himself anyway) was the sheep. Time for a little pay back... The teen strolls over with his hand casually in his pockets and a smirk on his face]

Oh come on, I would bid on the little sheep so I coulda kicked the crap outta him.

Edited 2011-06-08 15:21 (UTC)

Get in line [Mello sneers. He'd like to kick the ever-loving crap out of the kid himself. Though not kill. Well.. not kill yet. He has a few things he needs Near to live for first.

But he has to wonder what Near has done to piss these people off. He can certainly make educated guesses. A sharp remark here, a victory hair-twirl there... Near doesn't exactly have to try hard to piss people off. Seems to just be something about his very existence.

In fact now that the hunt for kira is on pause, it might be a good time to explore all the reasons Near gathers people who want to use him as a little fluffy football]

[Long time no see, Angry Boy. Great, just what he needed. ~~It's like Mello off his meds.~~]

I see you didn't get lost this time, Mister Gokudera.

[Oh, he's just asking for it, but Near's banking on the fact that enough people are around that the boy won't do anything too stupid. If anything, after the conversation he and Mello had with L, it's highly unlikely for Mello to willingly let him get seriously injured.

Oh, and if you're wondering how he knows your name, FEED STALKING, BITCHES.]

[Hayato GLARES with a SPECIAL kind of hatred reserved JUST for Near.]

C'mon. Just let me get him once good across the face... or kick the little shit a few times...

[The teen cracks his knuckles, not taking his eyes of Near. Poor Near has GREATLY misjudged our dearest Gokudera if he thinks the teen is not beyond doing something utterly stupid and reckless all for the sake of his temper. He is the VERY definition of a loose cannon... be grateful the dynamite has already LONG since been confiscated...]

[Mello smirks, eyes widening in a predatory stare. A challenge.]

Big talk [He sneers, letting his head fall to one side like some broken-necked owl contemplating this stranger] But I bet you're no better than the piss ants that carry this little brat around, tails between their legs.

If you were fucking serious you wouldn't have asked me to let you do it, now would you?

[No Gokudera, he's decided you are not impressive - or maybe he's just yanking your chain to see if you actually have the balls to hit a deserving brat.

Though of course now if you hit him Mello will just think you are overcompensating for your lack of carrythrough in the first place. Ah well, better luck next time.]

[For a moment, Near's eyes just widen, although he is not looking up at either of the two for anyone to really notice.

He no longer has a functional phone on him for emergency calls, and the timer he had set on the device for cases such as this would not go off for a good while. By the time Hiiro receives it, it would probably be too late.

Silently, Near curses the Author. The timing, the situation, the people who just happened to walk by, he denies any of them as coincidental.]

Mello.

[A warning, though how much good that will do is about as predictable as Mello's nature. Near tries to recall what, if anything, he's found on Gokudera that he could use to hold over him. He can make up a convincing lie. It wouldn't be the first time. However, there's nothing he can come up with that would be sufficient to overcome this boy's impending anger. Besides, he's lied to him once. It would have to be something that hit a particularly weak spot in order to overcome what distrust he's sure to have developed towards Near.

He remembers Gokudera having a soft spot for his mother. Near also recalls overhearing the mention of the word, Vongola, but the relevant feed had abruptly ended before the boy went into any details. Clearly, both were important subjects, but without further information, he can't forge a convincing lie, and an unconvincing one would only make things worse. Then there was that Belphegor guy. If he mentioned any two of those three subjects in the same sentence, perhaps it could catch Gokudera off guard enough. However, that doesn't even hold a 50% chance of Near's confidence.]

Mister Gokudera, may I remind you that you are in a public setting right now, but if you insist on doing what you intend to do, I won't stop you.

[He raises his voice slightly to draw attention on those who are nearby.]

Edited 2011-06-10 06:55 (UTC)

[Well Mello, you have SUCCESSFULLY pushed just about all of his buttons simultaneously. Gokudera is not the most mentally stable people in the manor, has NO QUALMS about giving into his temper on whim.

like right now.

Though currently the focus of his rage is not Near, but Mello. With no warning at all, Hayato steps forward and trows a punch at Mello's face as hard as he can, and while Hayato is physically small, he throws a good punch.

of course he's not paying A DAMN bit of attention to any sort of crowd or gathering... or Near for that matter. He was just insulted, and thus retaliated in kind. And he'll do it again too...]

[Mello, unfortunately, has near to no muscle and is used to having big cronies around to handle the punks who want to kick his ass (and you can be sure there are many). However, even with his lacking in the muscle department Mello is a quick bastard and not one to take an attack sitting down.

So after his jaw pops and his face flares and dissipates into numbness, he's dropping to his knees, slumping Near onto the ground, then grabbing for the unloaded gun tucked in his belt, surging back up to ram the butt of the firearm into Gokudera's stomach, intent on knocking the wind out of him.

Mello fights dirty...and he's okay with that. Even if it might be asking to get his already bloody nose broken.]

People!

[Whether that was addressed to Mello and Gokudera or the rest of the crowd is unclear, but Near's volume rises significantly. If those at the convention weren't paying attention before, they really ought to be by now. The question remains is whether or not they would be willing to intervene.]

[People? What does Hayato care about people, he just got pistol whipped in the gut. The teen stumbles back, he was a hardy kid, and VERY used to taking a beating, but his stomach was always a sensitive area. He cusses a bit, hanging his head down. If they were going to play that way, then so fucking be it.

Hayato reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his box of cigarettes, wasting NO TIME in lighting one up. The gesture seems harmless and casual enough, and the intake of nicotine seems to calm the boy's nerves for a moment. With a sickeningly amount of calm he once again reaches behind him, and pulls out a hand full of his smoke bombs. Two could play this game, while his smoke bombs were almost entirely harmless (a bit hard to breath once they went off, but there was no force behind the explosion), they looked EXACTLY like his regular bombs ~~remember how he was asking for nitroglycerin Near?~~ He wasn't sure if the gun was loaded or not, but like FUCK was he going to retreat now.

It was SO ON.]

Wanna try that shit again, jackass?

[Mello nudges Near away with his foot to get better ground

As his opponent hastily lights up a cigarette, Mello readies to strike again only to abruptly change objectives when he sees the bombs. Like a whip Mello reaches out and grabs hold of Hayato by the wrist eyes going creepily wide as he examines the bombs]

Where did you get these?

[And oh-hoho... this is like a FANTASTIC day where EVERYTHING he hates just comes together to try and piss him off. First e had his dynamite confiscated, then he sees that poster of his sister, then there's are a million fuckheads dressed up JUST LIKE HIM... and now this little shit was TOUCHING HIM. Hayato SLAMS his head forward to headbutt the guy...]

Don't FUCKING touch me!

[Of course he seems to forget the one rule about headbutting someone: Nobody ever wins with a headbutt.

The teen stumbles back, a bit of blood dripping from his forehead. Not that he minds that much. His version of an 'apology' was slamming his head against the ground repeatedly... He glares at Mello, smoke bombs still gripped tightly in his hands]

'The fuck should I tell a little fuckface like you?

[Mello hisses and grits his teeth as his skull is smashed against another, sending him back a few stumbling steps, but his eyes never lose sight of that target. Those bombs. He wants bombs. Had he had some warning before he had been fucking kidnapped, he'd have loaded himself up with bombs enough to send LA sky high.

Or at least a hefty chunk of it. ]

...Cuz i can make a worthy offer for them. Or cut a deal. [He manages to growl]

[This fucker wanted HIS bombs? Fuck no! His bombs were the product of careful planning and formulating LONG beforehand, and the special capabilities he engineered into them were his ace-in-the hole. The only person worthy enough to use the dynamite was the creator. Though one would be hard-pressed to find better stuff]

Tch, you're not anywhere near good enough to use my dynamite. Besides give me one god reason why I should trust ya, especially if you're in league with the sheep?

[Mello lifted a hand and flipped him off] I'm not in his fucking league, i'm trying to destroy his fucking league.

Why else would I be trying to sell 'im off?

Yeah well great friggin job there dumbass, looked to me like your wife started bitchin' at ya and you backed down with your tail between your legs.

[Hayato blows a lungful of cigarette smoke in Mello's general direction]

If you were serious ruining the little shit, he should be covered in a lot more bruises. Or if you really know what you're doin' at the bottom of a river in a trashbag.

[And here Mello just smirks through the sickly smoke blowing past his face.]

You miss the point. I have things I need him to live for.

[He adds a shrug before digging in his pocket for a chocolate bar]

Once that's done I'll finish him though. Though something more creative than the trashbag in the river. Thats sounds far too much like mafia - its been done.

Right, whatever. I don't give a shit what you and your wife do behind closed doors.

[The young teen watches as the other guy reaches into his pocket and tenses slightly expecting an attack. Seeing as there was none he relaxes a bit. He didn't want to leave his guard down around this guy.... especially when he brings up the mafia. Did he know something about him? Or maybe it was just a lucky guess... there were PLENTY of killers who used a similar body dumping tactic after all...]

Well then it's clearly workin' for 'em. If it's not broke, don't fix it.

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[video] SORRY GUYS, I'M BACK ... oh god this tl;dr makes no sense, my brain is ded

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fluffball, lawn gnome, snowflake, sheep, just how many more nicknames does he need?! xD

A book of them. Dera and Mello can just sit in a room and come up with names ALL DAY.

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Added a new icon just for this. xD

AND A PERFECT ICON IT IS!

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AND I HAVE BEEN INFORMED THAT NEAR IS JUST GOING TO POOT IN THE CORNER SOOOO~

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