EVENT: The Great BREW Malfunction Pt II [OPEN]

[soul_mods]

Characters: Everyone and anyone
Location: Anywhere in Death City!
Rating: PG-13
Time: July 16 to July 18th
Description: And then it gets worse.



By now, no one is popping in and out of existence, but that's hardly any consolation when odd things keep happening.

At first it's not that bad. An innocuous item or two shows up. Something harmless wanders around that you're sure has never been in Death City before.

By the second day, bigger and more dangerous things start showing up and by the third...

Well.

As long as you don't mind the giant pieces of debris or creatures blocking the road or the sky, it's not that bad, right?

((OOC: List of canon items and creatures arriving can be found here. Remember, the list only tells you where they initially show up. They'll probably move on soon enough to a new location.

Remember to put Character | Location | OPEN/CLOSED in your subject!))


Open Threads
Sephiroth and Cloud
Amaterasu
Keroro
Edgeworth
Trucy
Aqua
Hyoubu
Eve
Hiro
Morgan
Clopin
L
Alucard
Light
Neji
Lily
Psii
Raidou
Takuto

Comments

[Action]

[dead_black_eyes]

If L was good at anything, it was wearing people down until they cracked. As the chain went completely slack, the cuff clattering to the floor, he knelt almost on reflex, assuming that Light was on the floor, going to be sick, perhaps even unconscious.

It was true that L hadn't been letting him get much sleep lately.

His fingers met with a leather cover and smooth, dry pages rather than Light's skin, hair, or clothing.

The guard leaned over the desk to get a better look. "Your Weapon?" he asked, squinting at the book.

"Evidently..." L murmured, lifting it and leafing through its pages, finding the pen and gripping its slender body.

"It also looks like a Chief Soichirou... Yagami... dropped his badge at some point," the guard added helpfully.

"Does it?" L asked, lifting that in his other hand and accepting it as the explanation for Light's momentary lapse in control over his physical form.

[Action]

[takeapotatochip]

Taking on a task as demanding as cleansing the world meant that many things had needed to take a back seat. The things that Light Yagami might have mourned and regretted, Kira had needed to turn a cold shoulder to in order to keep moving forward. Most had interpreted Light's frosty distance as being admirable...a son who, in spite of his own grief, saw the importance of remaining stoically strong for his mother and sister's sake.

The truth was, Light had abruptly closed the book on the incident shortly after his outburst in the hospital room. Any way of explaining Soichiro's death away as a valid sacrifice, he had fed himself until the pain had ebbed and he felt that he had risen above it.

Dad... you idiot, why didn't you just let Matsuda take the damned eyes?

The brief domain he'd held over his transformation wavered, and then slipped away from him completely as he abruptly re-assumed his human form, stepping immediately away from L and the guard.

The handcuffs, the operation, none of it mattered anymore. He needed to get away.

[Action]

[dead_black_eyes]

The other man's hasty retreat wasn't quite the reaction L had been hoping for.

"Hey, Light..." he said softly, almost gently, though he had no earthly idea how to offer comfort or reassurance. "I... this is good, it means that we can still be partners," he offered, trying to focus on the positive, holding the police badge delicately between his thumb and forefinger.

[Action]

[takeapotatochip]

Light, for the moment, was completely immune to anything L might say, reassuring or otherwise. If only for the fact he could not hear over the low whine in his ears that continued to command him to retreat. He did not speak, or look at either of the men as he hastily left the lobby, eyes burning and prickling.

[Action]

[dead_black_eyes]

L had seen Light furious, and he'd seen what certainly passed for sad and frustrated, but this was entirely new. The distant shock and strange, deliberate retreat was disconcerting. Rising quickly, he followed the other man, weighing his options.

It's so easy to say that his father's death was his fault, and that if it would make him so sad, he shouldn't have let it become possible...

Light was moving quickly, but loudly enough for L to follow at a similar speed. When he caught up, he grabbed Light's hand, pushing the badge into his palm, firmly wrapping his fingers around it, and stepping back to allow Light some space.