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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.]
[audio; private]
You're the first... I assume that everyone is very busy this morning.
[audio; private]
You could say that. I'm Aion, one of the Watch's liaison officers. On training.
Everybody is still all over the city and in chaos but I can try and get you as much of the requested information as I'll be able to. Give me a few moments to see what I can get and expect the lists to not be complete.
[audio; private]
Take as many moments as you need... anything you can provide me with is appreciated greatly.
[audio; private]
[Ten minutes later he calls L back.]
Alright, the number of the ones lost seems to be about 80 so far in this round, give or take some. We have twenty-one confirmed deaths; we are looking for the rest.
Those confirmed missing within the Watch are: Heinrich, Uchiha, Aqua, Motochika, Gai and Hyuuga. Four zone leaders and two regular members. None of the 'guests' has been reported dead yet.
I can't tell you anything about how things look like at the Agency, I'm sorry. None of my calls got an answer. Please let me know if you find anybody else who is missing.
[He doesn't mention that one of his brothers as well as his partner are also amongst the missing people.]
[audio; private] Sorry about that stray tag, my inbox was messing with me! D:
Eighty? I had been told that it was less, at last count...
[He sounds appropriately discouraged. But there's more reason to that, as he reveals by saying]
I've been informed that Franziska, Mello, and Near are also gone. They didn't show up for work at the Agency today.
[Which is, in the end, pretty much exactly what he wanted to know: whether his successors had been taken.]
[audio; private]
[He isn't really because he has no empathy towards humans, but he knows when to play a role like any good actor would. He takes a deep breath.] They numbers are probably different since people tend to count in different ways under such circumstances. I gave you mine based on everybody who has been confirmed dead, missing or whose whereabouts is still unknown. There is a good chance that not all of them are dead yet.
[audio; private]
Don't be. It's not like you brought the Witches here, is it?
And they'd better not all be dead. I understand the possibility... but it would be a tremendous blow to morale if they were, I think.
[L, like most humans, despises futile causes. He just tends to be more open about it.]
[audio; private]
I might be a devil but neither I nor most others of my kind have anything to do with witches under normal circumstances. It's that way already back home and here even more so. The closest interaction I had with any of them was to see one from afar during the attack.
[He doesn't comment on the possibility of taking a great loss in lives. Demons rarely cared about things like that under normal circumstances and Aion has learned to let himself be even less fazed by it after the escape on the Eden went as horrible as it had. He still cares for the lives of those who entrusted him with theirs, but he isn't going to waste any time mourning a loss as long as there were still some left that could be saved.]
[audio; private]
Thank you for the explanation.
[Dryly; L didn't expect one, and he's finding the information a tad superfluous.]
[audio; private]
I'm just trying to ward off superstitions. I'd hate to suddenly get blamed by the one leftover member of the Agency.
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[The fact that he can still joke like this even in situations like this probably tells a thing or two about Aion's moral compass (or lack thereof). He files the information about the chewing on nails carefully away for later uses at the same time.]
[audio; private]
I'm not going to bite your fingernails.
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