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Soul Campaign Moderation Journal ([personal profile] soul_mods) wrote in [community profile] soul_logs2013-11-01 10:12 pm

EVENT: The Great BREW Malfunction Pt II [OPEN]

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
dead_black_eyes: "Secret Agent Man" (I buy what I'm told)

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[personal profile] dead_black_eyes 2013-11-06 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Whether by true obliviousness or defiant choice, that barb slid right past L's awareness.

He tilted his head sharply at Light's pause, as if concerned that no answer would come, and when it did, it sufficed. They agreed that something that would benefit the detective was, indeed, good.

"Within a week, I think," he replied, revealing that he wasn't in fact positive. Results varied, and his eyes had been severely damaged. "But Light... if I'm going through with this, you can't leave. You have to be there before the surgery, and after the surgery, and you can't let them interfere with any aspect of it."

To whom "them" referred must have been obvious, as was L's forced-authoritative laying down of the terms. Under bandages and sedation, he'd go from "blind, but relatively capable when it suited him" to "weakened and very, very easy to kill, when it suited those who would rather see him dead." And that list was no longer as clear-cut as it had once been.
takeapotatochip: (pic#2484581)

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[personal profile] takeapotatochip 2013-11-06 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
The goodwill of his intrigue waned quickly in the face of L snapping off orders at him.

"I don't have to do anything." he countered. "Do you really think I'd be stupid enough to allow my time to be wasted twice?"

Leaving the question to hang, he moved to brush past L back into the living room with intentions of going to the kitchen.
dead_black_eyes: "Who Cares" (I'll be at least two people today)

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[personal profile] dead_black_eyes 2013-11-06 08:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's true that you don't have to," L said, following at his elbow, even as the weight of the handcuffs in his pockets offered a twisted type of reassurance that, if he willed it, Light would have to. "But to ensure that the time you've spent as my partner already wasn't wasted... wouldn't it make sense to protect me from those who, seemingly, would do me harm given the slightest opportunity?"

That was the impression he'd gotten, after all, paranoid to the last and with little reason to believe otherwise.

"I don't want surgery, Light... I'm doing it because it will help me be your partner to the very best of my ability. You can repay that sentiment by making sure I get home safely, right?"
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[personal profile] takeapotatochip 2013-11-06 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think you're blowing all of this out of proportion." he said, getting down a glass from the cupboard before fetching the juice carton out of the fridge.

"If they're paying close enough attention to know that we've kept our partnership ongoing, then I'm sure they're paying close enough attention to know we've gotten back in contact and upended their 'plan'. And the fact they haven't acted says pretty clearly, to me, that they don't care what happens next."

The explanation was brusque...maybe a bit cruel to hear if L had been holding out even vague hopes of his successors having a veiled agenda in his favor. But it was how Light saw things. For a moment, the only sound in the kitchen was the sound of orange juice being poured.

"I don't plan on going anywhere." he said as he put the carton away again. "Frankly, the sooner this entire ordeal is over with, the better."
dead_black_eyes: "Secret Agent Man" (I found my mind in a brown paper bag)

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[personal profile] dead_black_eyes 2013-11-06 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"You don't think they like me better dead?" L asked, barely audibly and around his thumb, but he was close enough to his partner that it was doubtful he could have missed it entirely. But Light was right, of course; whatever L did in his life had seemingly stopped mattering to successors who could not be bothered to keep tabs on him, much less interfere when things seemed to be spiraling out of control.

It wasn't so much cruel as effective. Dwelling would solve nothing, and Light's statement was decidedly forward-thinking. Better to plan for the future than dread the next blow from a disgruntled former successor.

"At any rate, we have a few days and it's important to prepare. You should go to the store and purchase the following: eclairs, black cherries, sweet tea, ice cream in mint-chip and praline fudge, croissants, cream puffs, and sugar cubes, of course..."
takeapotatochip: (agitated)

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[personal profile] takeapotatochip 2013-11-06 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not your errand boy...!" he snapped, deciding that pissing him off must have been one of L's underlying goals upon arriving home today. Why else would he be pursuing it with such gusto?

"I said I'd be here to help you get around, not that I'd cater to every demand you made."

dead_black_eyes: "Secret Agent Man" (But now I'm a thief I'm a transient frea)

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[personal profile] dead_black_eyes 2013-11-06 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
L flinched backward slighlty at the sharpness of Light's tone, but he recovered swiftly, whited-out eyes narrowing.

"Look who's put out at a simple request. You should be thanking me for consolidating my requests in advance, so as not to be more of a burden than necessary when I'm healing."
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[personal profile] takeapotatochip 2013-11-06 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"But you're not healing now." Light pointed out. "And if you're able enough to go to work, something tells me you're able enough to find the grocery store and get one of the clerks to find you all of that junk."

With that, he considered the matter settled and drank off the juice he'd poured himself before setting the glass in the sink and moving to leave.
dead_black_eyes: "Secret Agent Man" (I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole)

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[personal profile] dead_black_eyes 2013-11-07 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
That move was enough to trigger what felt like reflex to the detective. The clearest thing in his thoughts, beyond the endless tolling of bells that was the background of his life now, was that Light shouldn't be able to dismiss him like this.

Then why am I allowing him to?

He reached for Light's hand, casually and smoothly snapping one cuff to his wrist and closing the other around his own.
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takeapotatochip: (face-off)

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[personal profile] takeapotatochip 2013-11-07 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
The small, unimportant sound of metal securely latching into metal, and the cold kiss of it on his skin was more than enough to halt Light mid-step.

He didn't just--

Bringing his wrist up into his field of vision confirmed quite the contrary. There they were - the same cuffs that had been the bane of his existence for months. The ones that ensured that, at no time, were he and L more than six feet apart from one another. Of all of the things that this place had regurgitated to haunt him, he had assumed these, at least, would stay gone.

"Take them off. Now." he demanded in a lethal tone.
dead_black_eyes: "Read My Mind" (It's funny how you just break down)

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[personal profile] dead_black_eyes 2013-11-07 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
L blinked several times, as if surprised by his own action.

"In hindsight, that was not logically motivated..." He said slowly, almost dreamily. "Because, while I found our handcuffs, I haven't the key..."
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[personal profile] takeapotatochip 2013-11-07 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Light's eyes widened in disbelief. Not that it was, by far, the most impulsive thing he'd ever seen L do, but all the same.

He drew a breath that shuddered with fury before abruptly continuing in the direction he'd been going, yanking L along for the ride whether he liked it or not.
dead_black_eyes: "Almost Human" (Pity me I'm almost a human being)

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[personal profile] dead_black_eyes 2013-11-07 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
L wasn't certain about the result he'd expected, but he fully realized that this one wasn't particularly surprising.

He staggered on his skinny legs to keep from toppling as Light dragged him along, wrapping the chain several times around his hand to keep from tripping over it. "Where are you going?" he demanded, not particularly relishing the idea of careening into something or someone.
takeapotatochip: (annoyed)

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[personal profile] takeapotatochip 2013-11-07 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
If only L had thought of that before placing them both in this situation.

"To find something to take these off." he said, heading directly for the elevators without leaving L room to protest. As far as Light was concerned, he could either follow him inside, or take his chances out here when the cart left without him but took the chain with it.
dead_black_eyes: "What is a Juggalo?" (WHAT is a Juggalo?!)

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[personal profile] dead_black_eyes 2013-11-07 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
L dug his heel in.

"That won't work, you'll lose your arm, certainly," he said, looking horrified as he misunderstood the situation fantastically.
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[personal profile] takeapotatochip 2013-11-07 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Get in here." was the hissed reply, as Light gave the chain a sudden, tremendous yank.
dead_black_eyes: "River Below" (Don't make me 'cause I'll do it)

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[personal profile] dead_black_eyes 2013-11-07 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
It was enough to pull the blind detective over the threshold of the elevator before the doors closed, and to send him sprawling at Light's feet.

"That hurt," he whined, rubbing a newly bruised elbow and looking wounded. "You're just trying to torment me, now, you know how I feel about elevators."
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[personal profile] takeapotatochip 2013-11-07 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Just like you know how *I* feel about the handcuffs." Light groused, punching the lobby button as the doors swiffed shut on the two men.
dead_black_eyes: "Secret Agent Man" (L'emmerdeuse)

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[personal profile] dead_black_eyes 2013-11-07 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I didn't think it through, and you are apparently never going to let me live it down," L scoffed, sounding anything at all but sorry, stiffening as the elevator started to descend but making no move to actually stand up. "It was a moment of panic. Much like this one."
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[personal profile] takeapotatochip 2013-11-07 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
"That's your problem." Light informed him, already mapping out an agenda to soothe himself.

With all of the odd requests and needs the residents had in this city, surely not many people would raise a brow about detaching two people handcuffed together. Especially if L readily admitted it had been an accident.

....which he had better.

Rather than hand L any ideas for how to complicate things if he hadn't already been considering them, Light remained tight-lipped and silent for the brief descent from the sixth floor down to the first. When the doors parted to allow them exit, he allowed a brief moment for L to stand of his own accord before stepping out.

From the security desk, the guard eyed the two strangely as he looked up from filling out his hourly log.
dead_black_eyes: "Secret Agent Man" (I'll wash his feet with my hair if he ne)

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[personal profile] dead_black_eyes 2013-11-07 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"It's our problem, because like your laundry, we are both wearing it," L hissed, straightening with as much dignity as he could muster (not much at all) and pushed past Light as the elevator doors slid open.

He strode up to the security desk, making a point to bump into it. On the wrong side.

Poor, poor blind guy.

"Excuse me, there was some trouble we had, upstairs in our room...? You wouldn't happen to have a key for handcuffs, would you?"
takeapotatochip: (listening)

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[personal profile] takeapotatochip 2013-11-07 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
The guard, still trying to take in the ridiculousness he'd been presented with out of the blue shifted his eyes first to the, apparently, blind man at his desk, and then to the decidedly-healthier looking man on the other end of the length of chain between them.

"Umm..." he began, stifling a chuff of laughter. "Not on me, no. I could probably call a locksmith maybe...?"

He was already fumbling for the phone directory as Light gave an open sigh of disgust.
dead_black_eyes: "Bad Romance" (You're a criminal as long as you're mine)

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[personal profile] dead_black_eyes 2013-11-07 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
"There. Help is on the way. You're welcome," L said, assuming that the problem was solved and that the offer was serious and would go into immediate action. "Then we can go back upstairs, and you can have another little drink In the kitchen."
takeapotatochip: (hmmm)

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[personal profile] takeapotatochip 2013-11-07 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
Light wasn't particularly in the mood for a drink. What he was in the mood for was knocking that smug tone of voice and expression right off of the detective. Which, had they not been standing in front of the man serving as Fatality Condominiums' direct line to the police, might have been a plan he'd put into action immediately.

As it was, he could do little but fume, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he turned his back both on L, and the guard, looking for something - anything, really - to focus on instead.

His eyes skated with idle interest over the slope of the staircase that led to the second floor, the pastel paintings of landscapes lining the wall, and--

He did a double-take at the nest of spanish moss that one of the lobby's potted plants was nestled in where something that didn't belong hung out in plain sight. Someone's wallet, maybe...?
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[personal profile] dead_black_eyes 2013-11-07 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Like most people who were either handed things or took what they wanted, L wasn't the best at knowing when he was pushing them too far, or recognizing when it could cost him. It was only recently that he'd been in any kind of position to lose a personal connection because he behaved viciously, dishonestly, or just downright poorly.

Needless to say, he was still getting the hang of many aspects of it.

Unaware for the moment of where Light's attention had strayed, L leaned over the desk, helpfully recommending Death City's best locksmiths with a disturbingly informed memorized base.
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