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[Event Log] The War at Home - Ambush!!
Characters: OPEN to those staying home during Mission #202
Location: Residential Districts in Death City: Casualty Communal, Death City Heights, the apartments for rent and Fatality Condominiums
Rating: Varies
Time: May 29th, Noon
Description: An attack on our homes! Drive them out!
They'd been waiting for this.
They gathered around the residential buildings, taking care to scout out exactly where the non-natives have been living as they suck up all the resources and act as a beacon to Witch attacks while complaining among each other about how hard the war is and other pointless nonsense.
They come armed with rags and bottles, lighters and stones, crowbars and a bad attitude.
"...Begin!" Called a voice from the gathered crowds, and the fires began as rags were lit, bottles were thrown. With the shattering of glass, the gasoline would spread and the fires would feast, burning everything it touches... including your prized possessions, if you're unlucky.
Others, local thugs one would see if they walked the streets at 3 AM and peered into many of Death City's labyrinthine alleys, saw fit to shoulder-ram the doors into the building foyers, looking to take the destruction to the inside of the building, the apartment staircases, the higher floors. It looks like this particular strike was planned ahead...
[Coordination post is right here! Make sure to head your threads with the following format: [CHARACTER(S) | LOCATION | OPEN/CLOSED] Don't forget to tag yourselves in!]
Location: Residential Districts in Death City: Casualty Communal, Death City Heights, the apartments for rent and Fatality Condominiums
Rating: Varies
Time: May 29th, Noon
Description: An attack on our homes! Drive them out!
They'd been waiting for this.
They gathered around the residential buildings, taking care to scout out exactly where the non-natives have been living as they suck up all the resources and act as a beacon to Witch attacks while complaining among each other about how hard the war is and other pointless nonsense.
They come armed with rags and bottles, lighters and stones, crowbars and a bad attitude.
"...Begin!" Called a voice from the gathered crowds, and the fires began as rags were lit, bottles were thrown. With the shattering of glass, the gasoline would spread and the fires would feast, burning everything it touches... including your prized possessions, if you're unlucky.
Others, local thugs one would see if they walked the streets at 3 AM and peered into many of Death City's labyrinthine alleys, saw fit to shoulder-ram the doors into the building foyers, looking to take the destruction to the inside of the building, the apartment staircases, the higher floors. It looks like this particular strike was planned ahead...
[Coordination post is right here! Make sure to head your threads with the following format: [CHARACTER(S) | LOCATION | OPEN/CLOSED] Don't forget to tag yourselves in!]
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Light's eyes snapped wide at the shrill, business-like, ringtone emanating from his jacket pocket as his hands immediately darted to the source to find and silence it, not knowing or caring who was attempting to reach him now, of all times.
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"If you're going to hide while our condo burns, you might at least consider silencing your phone. It makes you very easy to locate, moreso than you might prefer."
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"Would you shut up?" was the acid reply, not in the mood to address any of the detective's points as he switched off the ringer.
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There wasn't a trace of smugness in L's tone, no boastful inflection in the words. Just the simple confidence of someone secure in his knowledge that an inconsiderate partner couldn't do better.
"Come down. We can still help to save what's left of our apartment. You'll be both safer and more proactive about protecting your best interests if you cooperate."
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The human brain was designed to adapt and turn even the most volatile of situations into normality wherever possible in order to protect itself...Light's, certainly, was no exception. Though, all the same, he had been furious with himself for allowing it to go as far as it had after being granted some much-needed breathing room and perspective to take a good, hard, look at what his and L's living arrangement had backslid into.
No longer partners of circumstance, barely tolerating one another for the incredible power they wielded when working together while both attempted to assert their superiority over the other, bit by bit, inch by inch, it had become mundane. Comfortable. And Light had allowed it.
His glare hardened as he considered his options...of which, presently, there were not many. Another trend that seemed to continue for him whenever L was a factor. As satisfying as it might be to stay out of reach until the rioters rounded back through the alley and watch as they beat L to a bloody mess, it was not going to change the fact that the condo, and everything he owned, was dangerously close to going up in flames. And that they would surely come for him next.
Which made fighting back all the more attractive.
He began down the narrow staircase reluctantly, but with purpose. When he reached the detective, he stood off rigidly with him a moment before seizing one of L's bony hands in his own - effectively grabbing up his weapon by its handle.
"Only a means to an end." he said darkly.
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In short, L was a spoiled brat who still fully expected to get what he wanted, and now that payback for every slight and doubt during the Kira case was a possibility, Light would be paying more than anyone by L's sometimes arbitrary and always extreme standards. Maybe Mello didn't understand, maybe he merely chose not to, but L still did not consider his suffering during that case justified until Light wasn't merely a neutralized threat, but a reliable piece on L's own side of the chess board.
It really was disappointing. Mello had always known what L was, how he operated. He had studied it and still, the personal religion of L and all that L should have been resisted tarnishing by the mere human being wrapped in the myth. At the end of the day, seeking validation as a human meant seeking out the one person who couldn't turn his back on that part of him. For better or worse, Light had seen L at his strongest and his most fragile. It was a comprehensive portrait that was certainly exploitable, but as always, the equality that L had always acknowledged made it just as likely that he was also in a position to exploit.
It was a risky, exhilarating gamble to watch Light make his decision as the sound of footsteps began to draw near again. He held eye contact with Light, further daring him to take action, to do what he had to instead of what was tempting, which may have been to use his Meister ability to prevent L from fleeing, a slender, vulnerable figure that would be easy to tear apart.
It wasn't for nothing. After a few brief but tense moments, Light was deigning to descend, roughly grasping one of L's hands and thrilling the detective with both the contact and the beginning sparks of their superior resonance. The accompanying mental victory, though, outstripped both handily. Once again, Light Yagami can't say no to me...
As he transformed in Light's hand, there was something off about their resonance, though L was at a loss to define it. It was still strong and still extraordinary, but it was as though it wasn't as finely and personally calibrated as it had been the last time L recalled.
/You feel strange. What have you been doing, and who have you been doing it with, Light?/
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"I don't see how it's any of your business when you wander off for days on end." he muttered instead, wrapping a coil of the chain around his hand for a sturdier grip and taking a venomous delight in denying L. If L had known about his budding partnership with Hades, he would have accompanied the question with his evidence supporting it, and his needling demands for a confession to go with his proof.
But there was nothing. Merely the question and the detective's jealous suspicions. Meager as it was, and already under fire, Light finally had a secret again.
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/I'm staying with Bakura. After what you tried, I didn't feel like looking at you and your inappropriate mouth. By the way, your friends are approaching at 2:00 over your left shoulder./
Light's attackers were, in fact, returning.
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"It seems to me that was exactly what you've been pushing toward!" the sentence was punctuated by the dull metallic sound of the cuff meeting one of the mens' forehead as he deftly yanked the chain back again, not giving them enough time to recover before sending the cuff at the next.
There was most definitely something different about his style...something practiced and precise from the rough, savage methods they seemed to have polished to a fine gloss between them.
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The chain lengthened, one cuff turning into a bear trap as was its wont, the teeth digging into the first man's head and getting raked away again before any real damage could be done. The bleeding, however, was extensive. Not missing a beat, the jaws were flung toward another thug, and L buried his teeth into the fleshiest part of his arm a little too vindictively.
Because that style... Light's posture, the way he was being wielded... he was sure of it, now. It was wrong.
/Light, whatever you're doing, you should cut it out. It's throwing me off and it's highly distracting. We had this down. Probably your fault, for what you tried./
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And then, he swung again, tearing L's beartrap teeth from the man's arm, taking meat along with it, seeming less as if he were making a calculated strike and more as if he were trying to fling L away from him in sheer frustrated disgust.
"And there's, of course, nothing disgusting, illogical, or inappropriate about the things you do. Everything is perfectly fine as long as it stays on your terms, right?" he growled. The meteor hammer's dance did not stop. If anything, it redoubled in direct defiance of L's request.
The cuff struck a man's leg, popped back, whipped out at another's face, popped back, in a continual barrage that made the others keep their distance, beginning to question whether their quarry was worth this.
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L should have been happy, since every argument he had for defending his partnership with Light hinged on being stronger together. But it didn't account for other, external parties making them stronger, which was decidedly unwelcome.
/You sound ridiculous. We BOTH do those things, and neither of us complain. It is a give and take. If I want to push for something, I'll push for it, but if not? Assume it's unwanted, or you'll probably pay for it in a manner you dislike./
He was relieved that metal couldn't taste blood and gristle, dropping a chunk of meat before being launched into the next dizzying attack.
/You'll probably pay for this too, you know. We're not working together, so much as I'm being forced to follow you and your antics./
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For the moment he was clearly opting to ignore the validity in L's points about how the selfish, manipulative tone of their partnership had been equally nurtured by them both.
It was much more gratifying to keep pressing the attack on the arsonists.
"The way you've been following me around like a sick dog and trying your damnnest to limit my choices in this city so that the only appealing option is what you want me to do?!"
The chain lashed out again, it's cuff missing one of the men's shoulders by scant inches as the beartrap's teeth glanced off the wall in a shower of sparks. It seemed to finally be enough to break whatever last tenuous courage the arsonists were clinging to as those that were still standing abandoned their fallen friends to flee down the alley in a barrage of cursing and disjointed exclamations.
"Maybe it's because you can't stand the idea that you need me MUCH more than I need you."
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The sparks only seemed to accent the dispassionate contempt in L's words, and his Weapon form hovered menacingly as the arsonists scattered and fled.
/That isn't it. Your reason for doing what you did was apparent, and low, even for our standards. You have to have known that it would offend me./
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"Contrary to what you may think, not everything I do is carefully centered around you and what you might think of it. In fact, I think very little of what I do from this point on is going to involve you, L."
Having said so, his fingers opened, preparing to drop the end of the chain to the ground and sever their resonance.
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If the cuff looked snakelike, it would begin to appear even more so in short order, the chain coiling and wrapping around Light's wrist to keep from being shaken loose when Light attempted to drop him.
/While I admire your conviction as always, I must disagree with your assessment. Because even though your actions are often offensive to me, I am not foolish enough to cast away something that works as well as our resonance. I never thought that you were, either./