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It has been quiet for too long, apparently.

I suppose I am not the only one who has woken up in an absolutely ridiculous size. In the unlikely event that there is somebody who remained taller than a few inches, then I would like request guidance for those who shrunk.

And in case that we're all this small: Are there any suggestions on how to deal with this week?

Sincerely,
Teru Mikami

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[This is definitely one of Mikami's favourite plots. Even though he doesn't celebrate Christmas or any other holiday, the Christmas shopping week provides a nice island to relax in the midst of the Author's craziness. Of course there is no saying this one goes like last years, but Mikami has some hope for once.
At the moment he's found a nice and relatively silent café to sit in. For those who are observant: There is book about law changes in the last century next to him. Apparently even Mikami can relax to a good book. Well. Not a novel. But it still counts somehow.]

It appears she's been getting into the Christmas spirit again. This is, once again, the same she's been doing last year. For once, I actually appreciate it.

[He pauses a moment, wondering if he should even say it]

It makes me wonder if New Year will also take place at the same location at least year.

[He hopes not. Seeing Kyoto again at his anniversary of being here sounds horrible. He remembers well what it was like standing in front of a Kyoto prosecution where nobody had ever heard his name before and his office was not his...]

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[He's sitting in his room, staring out the window at the turkeys. For a moment it remains completely unclear whether this video post is accidental or intentional, but then Mikami turns toward the screen.]

Has anybody ever given the age of the Author further thought? Upon arrival I was told she was a teenage girl and once a letter she send to the plot bunny indicated her taking exams in what I think could be a version of junior high school.

Since then, close to two years have passed, but the Author has not shown any more maturity in her patterns of action at all.

[Referring to these aggressive turkeys out there. Was that supposed to be thanksgiving mood? Her ideas still seemed as childlike as ever.]

Which leads me to the question of how her time flow works. Up to now, I had assumed her time was the same as the time here, seeing her little mentions of private life, if there were any, matched the season... But I'm not sure if I can believe she aged at all.

Naturally, it could just be part of her personality, but I still believe any information or theory about her is valuable.

[He's holding on to tiny straws here, for sure, but it's at least something. Thinking is better than doing nothing. It might not have gotten him anywhere over all the past years, but he won't stop trying.]

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[Do you know what day it is? Do you? Do you? Well, if you didn't, then now you certainly do, because the Author made very sure of it.
And Mikami is giving the most priceless expression. It's a bit like a deadpan. But it's twitchy. And it's the expression of a man who has come to accept pretty much every reality offered to him and was stripped of his last bit of privacy a few moments ago.]

She's exaggerating. Setting things like this up in the palour was already an unnecessary effort on her part, but this... She's really going to far.

[Obviously he's talking about the Author and knowing Mikami he must be pretty mad to do a video post and outright state just how unhappy he is with almost... trivial things.
In case you wondered about the background? It's the courthouse. Or rather... it vaguely looks like it. Mostly it's flowers and balloons in all colours you could think of. And then there's a banner.

"♥~Happy Birthday, Terurin~ ♥"

Because the set-up alone wasn't annoying enough she just had to add a ridiculous nickname. Mikami sighs. Deepy.]

As I said last year already, I have no desire to celebrate my birthday. I wouldn't expect the Author to listen to anything I say, but this is not a living room, but a place of public affairs.

[You do not go and mess with the law by bringing chaos into it's holy halls. You just don't]

So in case anybody needs me, I will be freeing everything from needless decorations and hope no books were damaged.

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( Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood. [TW for bullying] )[Text, a few minutes later]
I apologize that you had to see this.

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[Did you order a half-naked lawyer today? I know you probably didn't, but the sight is accidentally caught on your blackberries anyway, because you know that that's how the Author works.
It's not really anything like these awkward-sexy situations though. Sure enough, Mikami is really handsome, but there's nothing really funny about a man who's skin looks like it had been attempted to not be cleaned but completely washed away and separated from the body.
As Mikami gets dressed he seems to notice neither... not that his skin should probably hurt and not that the blackberry is recording.

He had just needed to get it off his body, off his mind. Everything. The Author's influence, his time here, his memories, the last plot, the dirt, everything was just dirty. It shouldn't touch him, not ever. The neurosis he had been forced not to really act on at all, due to the plots, just backfired badly on him. Not that he actually noticed. It wasn't much of a conscious action, more a part of his personality etched deeply into his soul ever since he had been in school. Get it off, off, off. Keep himself clean of all their influences, everything. It didn't have much use now though.
Picking his Blackberry up without looking, Mikami left the shower room.]

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[Teru just stood in the lobbdy for good 6 minutes, just standing. Maybe it put him off-track on his schedule but today he didn't care. It was Monday morning and he felt like the ground had just been removed from under his feed.
This island. Jurassic Park.

Again.

He took a deep breath. And another one. Memories flooded through his head of how it had been last time, running, panic, giant teeth... not knowing if everybody else was self. It had been horrifying.
Mikami hoped that the Author had not put a new twist to it this time, so that he'd at least know a bit of how to deal with this, but he wouldn't count on it.
With an expression that wasn't so much serious but more dark, determined and almost frighteningly tense he turned the Blackberry on. For once he didn't feel like text or even audio. This was urgent]

Good morning.
It seems we've found ourselves located in Jurassic Park on Isla Nublar again. The newer arrivals might not know about it, but this park is not to be trusted. Please do not panic, nothing is wrong yet. Knowing the Author though, sooner or later it will be. We have dealt with it before, but I'd advise you to be prepared for danger at any time.

Those who have lived through this already... could I have a word with you?

Thank you for your attention.

[He ends the video transmission and stares out at the plants of the island. Again... Out of all the horrible things they'd been put through, this had been one of the worst to Mikami. The prosecutor felt like screaming, but now a sound left his mouth. He just remained lookinh misplacedly tense in this luxurious hotel.]

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[She has hair like Mikami. She has glasses like Mikami. She has a lineface like Mikami. She has a dress shirt like Mikami, in purple.... No, wait. Wait. No. This is a blouse. Ridiculously tight ... and it has cleavage. Dear god, what is this? Well, logic tells you that these are breasts, female breasts and rather attractive at that. Just that looking up again, this is still pretty much the resident prosecutor, isn't it? Looking again the face might be smaller though, the eyelashes longer...

Mikami sighed and let a hand run through his (her?) hair in exhaustion]

...what is she even thinking...

[Not like there had ever been an answer to that one. It was just that Mikami had always hated having his body altered. His body and mind were his privacy and he felt unwell whenever something about it was changed. As Mikami reaches out for the Blackberry a few scars, looking like cigarette burns, are visible. They'd never been before, because Mikami usually didn't wear anything short-sleeved. He doesn't seem to notice though, his mind occupied with other things]

Does anybody have a pair of shoes that is not high-heeled? I'm finding it really troublesome to walk with these.

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( "Because of that I will not let my tears show through. [Headthought. Actual entry below:] )

[There is a sharp intake of breath and something sounding almost like a strangled sob, but only very faintly so. Then for a moment there is just forcefully slow breathing and nothing more. Until Mikami finally switches to text]

The blackberry was recording unintentionally again. I did not mean to broadcast this, so please ignore it.

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[Tuesday morning, 10 am. And like every Tuesday they spent at the Manor, Mikami is in the laundry room just exactly three minutes before the washing machine finishes with his laundry. Everything is as usually, just that normally you would not be entertained with an accidental video, recorded by the blackberry that is placed on a nearby spot.
He does look a bit odd like this. Even if his purple dress-shirt's highest buttons are opened (which is about the most casual Mikami's clothes ever get), Teru still seems horribly misplaced between dryers and washing machines, with his serious face, completely lost in thought.

( " 'Sorry' doesn't turn back time" [Cut for irrelevant thoughts. Not an IC cut] )

He doesn't notice the laundry finishing for two more full minutes, further proof of how burned out he actually was. He shakes his head and opens the washing machine. His glance goes over the blackberry noticing the recording going on. He reaches over for it, passing a short look into the direction of the camera.]

Sumimasen.

[And then he turns it off, the last thing to be seen is how he reaches for his head, like he had a headache, and then proceeds with the laundry.]

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[It was the worst thing. Like an out-of-body-experience, a perfidious nightmare. Teru felt sick and his legs seemed almost weak.
He was at home, but this was not his home at all. This was Kyoto, but not his Kyoto. A perfect copy.
Teru couldn't help but wonder, if this was a cruel joke the Author had decided to play on him specifically.
Today, a year ago, she'd pulled him into her world and had not once let him go home like so many others could. A year of torture in which Mikami had started to lock himself away in his soul even more, even deeper, not to be reached by anybody except God. A God who she took. Again.
Teru knew, it should not hurt. Light should not be at the Manor, he deserved better, he should not have been there in first place. But the second leave hurt even more than the first one, if it was possible. It hurt so much that he felt himself going completely numb from the pain. His own heartbeat was reduced to a faint background noise. Mikami could not feel his body anymore, as he kept walking. A ghost walking through a city of ghosts and he could not even bring himself to mind. His steps were steady, but he had nowhere to go. But as long as he kept on walking, he was still alive and functioning. Functioning was the only thing requiered to fullfil his duties. Teru did not need to be whole, he just needed to function and walk on and on.

And now he was here, in front of Kyouto's prosecution and his leg were only one go from giving in on him. It was the last place he'd reached on his walk through the city, his search for home, safety, himself. His appartement was not there... The house was, but the apartement was different and someone else lived in there, a messy NPC. There was nothing that would feel remotely like the place he had spent four years living at.
Dai Kyouto Sports Gym did not have him as a registered member in this Kyoto and his bank account had also never existed.
He was walking through the city, he lived in, like a ghost. Life in this city existed, went on and on, without him.
In this Kyouto he had never protected people, never made a difference at all. His existence was just meaningless.

But this was definitely the worst. Mikami had known it would be stupid to even go here. He knew office 4's name plate would not say 'Teru Mikami' in this place. Why he even bothered to go check was beyond him. It felt like masochistic self-torture.]

Excuse me, but who would be the prosecutor residing in office 4?

That's Takamura Ren.

Thank you...

[He turned around and walked out of the building, but once he was out he could not bring himself to leave. He turned around and stared up at the familiar building.

A year at the Manor and Teru felt like he would never be allowed to return home.

He sat down on a nearby bench, never taking his eyes of the building he'd spent most of his time in. Thoughts were spinning in his head, but he did not bother to catch and follow them. However, some were not to be avoided, they hammered against his mind, scratching the surface, leaving no room for anything else.

A year. A city without him. A world without God.

Teru's fingers dug into the fabric of his pants and his knuckles turned white. Usually he would have tried to avoid damaging his suit, but right now he wasn't really himself.
But there was nothing more to show his feelings, he could do nothing but hurt inside of his head. In a way he was locked into his own mind, caged without any chance to escape at all. Inside he could be dying again and again, but nobody would be able to tell by the way he looked on the outside.

His sanity was screaming at him, telling him to follow his schedule like he always would, but for once Teru did not feel compelled to listen. There was no schedule to follow here, it was impossible. In this Kyouto, Teru Mikami did not exist. God did not exist. He was thrown back to zero, an entire life had become meaningless. Of course, Teru knew, it was just the Author messing with worlds, but he could not feel it at all.

And he just sat there on the bench, hour after hour until the sun was going down. Just a man in a suit with broken eyes behind clean glasses.]

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Dear residents of the Manor,

seeing that this is a relatively quiet week, I want to use the time we've got to bring some organizational things to your attention.
It occurred to me that there seems to be no up-to-date reference for who to turn to when seeking for help.
But as I know there are lots of people with different useful skills at this place, so I'd like to set up a list.

If you would like to appear in this list, would you mind telling me what your profession or talent is and what you could help people with?

Thank you in advance.

Yours sincerely,
Teru Mikami

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[While Mikami had gotten relatively used to voice and even video messages at times, he didn't feel up for that right now. Even if only his lower body changed, he still felt extremely violated by any sort of physical changes. Memories of last week on top of that it was safe to say he felt horrible]

So it's an underwater world this time. Has everyone had their body changed into those of fairytale creatures like mermaid and merman or are there exceptions? And has anybody figured out yet if there are specific dangers we need to be aware of?
Thank you in advance.

-Teru Mikami

[For those in the entrance area of the palace it is possible to run... swim into Mikami. He's a merman with a pretty purple fishtail and bare upper body (enjoy the sight). He's sitting on the stairs, head supported by his hands, staring off into the water vacantly. He doesn't look too well, but since when is that news? It's not much worse than Mikami's usual lineface.]

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[This boy looks a lot like the local prosecutor. Just that he is fifteen and... crying. Nobody here has ever seen Mikami cry before. It's not so much crying as just tears running down his face. There is no sound like a sob though, as he looks up and around, recognizing that this isn't his mother's funeral anymore. He stares in shock, his eyes widen and then he takes his glasses up and wipes away the tears.
Another moment passes and then he notices the Blackberry and the fact that it's recording. Quickly he works his way through the buttons, changing to voice]

E-excuse me? Is this... can anybody here me? Where am I?

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[The video feed flickers on to reveal Mikami and a black-haired Japanese woman in her late thirties standing in the library. They seem to have talked to each other for a few minutes already and now there is just awkward silence for a small moment, before the woman speaks]

How old are you now, Teru?

[Mikami seems collected, but his voice is more silent than usually. He does not really know how to feel about this situation at all. Even after all these years he had not forgiven his mother and thinks of her death as mostly justified, but the betrayal is just so... far away. He can't really feel the disappointment anymore. He's an adult now and he sees another adult. It is odd]

I'm 28...

[His mother seems momentarily shocked. There is just so much in his life she had missed out on, so much... ]

I see. How did you get through high school? Did the bullying continue?

[Mikami takes a moment to reply. Of course, she had to bring this up. She just had to, naturally, it'd been their issue back before she died]

I got through it just fine and my grades were good.

[She tilts her head.]

You didn't reply the second question.

[Mikami sighs a small bit, readjusting his glasses]

There was no time at which I would have taken your advice. I did continue the exact same way, because it's the right way.

[And at this part the feed is cut off]

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[As the recording turns on there is nothing but silence for a moment. Mikami is sitting at his desk and even though he knows what he wants to say, no words come out for the time being. This is harder, a lot harder, than he actually expected it to be]

Good afternoon.

[It was a start. His voice is calm and collected just as always, but as he talks on a sensitive person might notice worry and grief in it. Emotions Mikami usually would never outright show, but cannot suppress at the moment]

I know this week is a hard one for everybody and a time where we need to support one another more than ever. [The man pauses] But I'd like to inform you that I appear to be... incapable of helping anybody out for the time being.
I do wan't to, but my body won't move every time I try to.

[There is another pause in which nothing but soft static noise is to be heard. Mikami feels unwell leaving it at this. It doesn't feel right at all. He buries his face in his hands so that the next time he speaks his voice is slightly muffled]

I'm sorry.

[And for once this is the truth. He is sorry, more sorry than he should be considering it wasn't his fault to begin with. But he couldn't help it. He feels responsible for everyone here, this small world. He needed to keep at least those few good people who were caught in this madness save. For them, for him, for God and for justice.
Not being able to do so was a sin]

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[This recording starts completely unintentionally. Here is Mikami's room. Anybody who ever had the pleasure of seeing this before knows it should be the picture of order and ... well, OCD. Right now? It's not.
Which very clearly is not Mikami's fault as there's a little curious Pikachu climbing around in Mikami's paperwork.
Behind it? A very exasperated prosecutor. Exasperated enough for it to be actually noticable. His paradise of order had been touched. This is the apocalypse!]

Will you just stop this? It's not for playing! Can't you... get out or something?

[And this is Mikami trying to communicate with his pokemon, trying to pick it up even. But Pikachu's faster, escapes his arms and positions itself on his bad, crincling the formerly flawless sheets. Mikami sighs]

Fine, stay there. I mean... stay, do you understand?

[He doubts it, but it was worth a try. Then his look wanders to the blackberry. He clears his throat]

Ah, I apologize, I didn't notice this was on. But I meant to ask something anyway.

What has become of the welcome committee? How many members are still here and active? I think we should take care of actualizing the welcome packet as well.

[Mikami pauses for a moment. This was awkward]

... and how do you get these... ah, animals to listen to you?

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Like everyone seems to have found out by now, we're currently residing on a ship that is destined to sink.

So I'd like to ask if there's anybody who can not swim. You should tell someone so that you'll be mostly sure to get assistance.

I still hope swimming won't be necessary at all and the lifeboats will be sufficient.

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[So Light Yagami was gone. His name plaque was gone. Mikami had seen it when walking past. He hadn't wanted to look suspicious so he didn't take his time to look for a moment. He'd just continued walking, step by step. Only someone knowing him extremely well would've noticed how much it had taken the man to lift his feet again and again.
Teru had been expecting it, but it didn't make things better. God was gone. Gone.
Technically that was good news and Mikami felt guilty for the heavy sadness coming over him when thinking about it. God was back where he belonged, where he could change things. God didn't belong in a place like this.
It was alright if only Mikami remained here, trying to fight for justice.
It was fine when God went home. Just.... why did it feel like he couldn't breath anymore? The heavy weight on his chest just wouldn't get lighter. It was crushing him slowly.

At least there was a courthouse now. Mikami looked around in it, letting his hands run over the furniture. It was small, but it was a good court. He could work in here. And yet he couldn't bring himself to be glad. It felt like losing God had been the price for getting this.

The prosecutor ended up in the courtroom, sitting down at the prosecutor's place. This should feel good and familiar, but there was just emptyness. For a moment the man allowed his emotions to show through, just a bit. He took off his glasses and buried his face in his hands.

Just for a moment. Just a moment, before he'd start functioning again. God was gone, but he was here. Living and following God's rules. Because he was worthy of following Kira until the very end. He was righteous.
That was why he'd leave it at this one moment of silence. One moment of rest in a world that made him dizzy]

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[Unseen by the camera Mikami has been flailing (metaphorically, of course) in a serious way about suddenly having to take care of a child. Thankfully his kid wasn't one of the active kind.
Being a father was nothing Mikami knew about. He didn't even remember his own father and his mothers was a faraway memory that he's locked somewhere deep down in his mind.
And Mikami knew this child wasn't real. It was one of the Author's tools and would most likely be gone after the week. But as he saw it breathing, moving, laughing, crying, living... it was hard not to see it was a real kid, someone with feelings.
And so Mikami has now taken the little boy to the library, in the hesitant try of doing something fun for the child.
So here he is, the boy on his lap (after the kid begged for it, Mikami had finally given in) reading a bed-time story. Without much intonation, in his serious voice, but it’s a try.
The story is the fairytale of Momotaro, because every child had to know that one. It’s been ages since Mikami read it, so he doesn’t even remember a lot. ...The irony of the old couple suddenly getting a child only strikes him later]

Once upon a time there was an old man and his old wife living in the country in Japan. The old man was a woodcutter. He and his wife were very sad and lonely because they had no children....

[Full fairytale here. The videos cuts out somewhere in the beginning though.]

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inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~34~ Perspective [Text]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~33~ Pausing [Video]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~32~ Contemplation [Video]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~31~ Creation [Video/In Person]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~30~ Unforgiven [Memory]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~29~ Unwell [Accidental Video/In Person]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~28~ Prehistoric [Video/In Person]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~27~ Alteration [Video]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~26~ Soulmate [Accidental Audio / Text]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~25~ Whitewashing [Accidental Video / In Person]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~24~ Absence [In Person]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~23~ Information [Text]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~22~ Aquatic [Text / In Person]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~21~ Reversal [Accidental Video -> Voice / In Person]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~20~ Atonement [Accidental Video/In Person]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~19~ Disability [Voice]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~18~ Survival Strategy [Accidental Video -> Video]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~17~ Preparation [Voice]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~16~ Shattered [In Person]
inordertobelieve - Teru Mikami ~15~ Protection [Accidental Video / In Person]

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