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Entry #A-11: "Anticlastic" [February 3, Audio, Morning]
[The last three days have run L absolutely ragged.
The madness-induced events of the 31st had been no joke, leaving L with finger-shaped bruises on his throat, drugged (sleeping pills), and poisoned (undercooked eggs? Or perhaps something else?) . The 1st of February had been spent recovering from the exhaustion and illness of the previous day, , and the 2nd had found him tentatively leaving the apartment in search of something to soothe his unsettled stomach... only to find himself in the middle of an attack on the city.
A crow familiar had tried to seize his skinny arm and carry him away. He'd beat it off with an enormous bottle of Pepto-Bismol he'd purchased moments before the city had erupted in chaos, stumbling and half-falling into a shop's storm cellar.
He had remained there, motionless and wide-eyed, all night, watching shadows pass outside and pressing his back against the wall if one came too close. At one point, a zombie had tried to break in; scarcely daring to breathe, L had held the doors shut, knuckles whiter than his face, until the threat had given up and shambled off to find a meal more easily extracted from its seclusion.
Now it is the 3rd. The Madness Wavelength is all but out of his system entirely (no small thanks to the food poisoning), and he emerges, disheveled and blinking, into the quiet street.
He takes out his communicator, reading the news as he walks, briskly, and then at a slight jog, back towards Death City Heights.
He's moving too quickly to be a zombie, so hopefully residents won't mistake the gaunt, rigid-eyed man for one. He simply looks like someone who is consumed by an all-important purpose, and whose legs might give out before he accomplishes it. There are also some alarmingly vivid bruises on his neck, but if you're polite, maybe you'll pretend you don't notice.]
[Private to Mello and Near]
If you're there, please answer as soon as possible.
[/End Private to Mello and Near]
[Private to the Members of the Watch and the Agency (Excluding Light Yagami)]
I'm Rue Ryuzaki, a relatively new member of the Watch. I respectfully request the names of those who either died or went missing during last night's attack, especially those who were scheduled to work with these two organizations today but failed to show up this morning.
[/End Private to the Members of the Watch and the Agency (Excluding Light Yagami)]
[Private to Light Yagami]
Where are you, at this exact moment?
[/End Private to Light Yagami]
[Private to Bakura]
Make me something to eat. Immediately. I haven't eaten since the 31st you cad and if I'm going to do something about this situation, I'm going to need more energy than what I can currently muster. Leave it at my apartment.
[/End Private to Bakura]
[He makes it all the way to Mello and Near's apartment, letting himself in with a key they never asked him to return and finding no trace of his successors.
Exhausted, he leans against the wall and slides to the floor, cupping his communicator in his hands. He'll go back to his apartment soon... but for now, he's winded, heart pounding in his thin chest and his legs refusing to work. It can wait until he's rested a moment.]
The madness-induced events of the 31st had been no joke, leaving L with finger-shaped bruises on his throat, drugged (sleeping pills), and poisoned (undercooked eggs? Or perhaps something else?) . The 1st of February had been spent recovering from the exhaustion and illness of the previous day, , and the 2nd had found him tentatively leaving the apartment in search of something to soothe his unsettled stomach... only to find himself in the middle of an attack on the city.
A crow familiar had tried to seize his skinny arm and carry him away. He'd beat it off with an enormous bottle of Pepto-Bismol he'd purchased moments before the city had erupted in chaos, stumbling and half-falling into a shop's storm cellar.
He had remained there, motionless and wide-eyed, all night, watching shadows pass outside and pressing his back against the wall if one came too close. At one point, a zombie had tried to break in; scarcely daring to breathe, L had held the doors shut, knuckles whiter than his face, until the threat had given up and shambled off to find a meal more easily extracted from its seclusion.
Now it is the 3rd. The Madness Wavelength is all but out of his system entirely (no small thanks to the food poisoning), and he emerges, disheveled and blinking, into the quiet street.
He takes out his communicator, reading the news as he walks, briskly, and then at a slight jog, back towards Death City Heights.
He's moving too quickly to be a zombie, so hopefully residents won't mistake the gaunt, rigid-eyed man for one. He simply looks like someone who is consumed by an all-important purpose, and whose legs might give out before he accomplishes it. There are also some alarmingly vivid bruises on his neck, but if you're polite, maybe you'll pretend you don't notice.]
[Private to Mello and Near]
If you're there, please answer as soon as possible.
[/End Private to Mello and Near]
[Private to the Members of the Watch and the Agency (Excluding Light Yagami)]
I'm Rue Ryuzaki, a relatively new member of the Watch. I respectfully request the names of those who either died or went missing during last night's attack, especially those who were scheduled to work with these two organizations today but failed to show up this morning.
[/End Private to the Members of the Watch and the Agency (Excluding Light Yagami)]
[Private to Light Yagami]
Where are you, at this exact moment?
[/End Private to Light Yagami]
[Private to Bakura]
Make me something to eat. Immediately. I haven't eaten since the 31st you cad and if I'm going to do something about this situation, I'm going to need more energy than what I can currently muster. Leave it at my apartment.
[/End Private to Bakura]
[He makes it all the way to Mello and Near's apartment, letting himself in with a key they never asked him to return and finding no trace of his successors.
Exhausted, he leans against the wall and slides to the floor, cupping his communicator in his hands. He'll go back to his apartment soon... but for now, he's winded, heart pounding in his thin chest and his legs refusing to work. It can wait until he's rested a moment.]
[Voice]
Where are you? Can you make it back all right?
[Voice]
[And if he'd eaten the whole cake? It very well could have. But it's not just the pills, of course; in his own dark way, L is referring to the fact that Bakura released him to Light Yagami when he hadn't been able to defend himself.]
In the apartment of some friends. I think they've been abducted... they haven't answered my call yet and I'm growing concerned. I'll do something about it after I make it back and gets some sugar and caffeine in my system.
[Because clearly nothing is better after two days of food poisoning...]
[Voice] .. oh right, and this whole thing would have been Private too, whoops.
Abducted..?! You mean from everything yesterday?
[Voice] ***PRIVATE!!!****
[His tone is dripping with petulant sarcasm.]
I'm going to fetch them back with Light. There really aren't any other options.
[Voice] ***PRIVATE!!!****
Ryuzaki-kun, there's no way you and Asahi-kun are strong enough for a mission like that yet! Especially not for your first!
Vash and I will go with you. Asahi-kun asked if we would for your first, and you can't do this one alone...
[Voice] ***PRIVATE!!!****
Oh, well. If you insist, I suppose.
[Voice] ***PRIVATE!!!****
There's a very distinct feeling like he had just been played, but he can't attach it to anything negative, so he ignores it]]
I do. We'll have better luck with more of us, and Vash and I can take out any eggs we encounter. [[as long as there weren't too many...]]
Re: [Voice] ***PRIVATE!!!****
When can you leave?
[Voice] ***PRIVATE!!!****
As soon as we hear word where they were taken and they have transportation arranged. Something like this... I assume it'll be a large group of us going.
[Voice] ***PRIVATE!!!****
It had better be a large group. I'll begin preparing as soon as you bring some unpoisoned calories to my door.
[Voice] ***PRIVATE!!!****
[[sounding a touch uncomfortable, but more resigned to the though that he'll probably be cooking for Ryuzaki quite a while to make up for that one moment.]]
I have leftovers, but you don't eat things that aren't sweet, right...? So I'd have to cook something new...
[Voice] ***PRIVATE!!!****
[Voice] ***PRIVATE!!!****
Did you need me to come help...?
[[Leftovers it was, if he wasn't going to be picky!]]
[Voice] ***PRIVATE!!!****
[He's going to be picky.]
[Voice] ***PRIVATE!!!****
[[Sweet leftovers... there was some anpan left form that batch he had made with bottled water... past that there wasn't much, he'd thrown out almost everything that might have had any contaminated water used in it.
By the time he makes it to his door, there'll be a small box with a few anpan and some caramelized vegetables with a small container of a sweet smelling glaze for dipping. Bakura has no idea if they're good enough but it's what he had on hand too cook quickly.]]
[Action]
L opens the door and peers out at Bakura; he looks paler than usual, his eyes are red-rimmed, and the ever-present dark circles stand out starkly. In short, he looks ghastly.
He reaches for the box, opening it, picking through its contents, finally deciding on the anpan and the sweet dipping sauce. The vegetables are handed back to Bakura, and then door closes again without a word.]
[Action]