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soul_logs2014-02-11 08:16 pm
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Who in Mortal Chains, Who in Power
Characters: L Lawliet and Light Yagami
Location: New England, off the coast of Maine
Rating: PG-13
Time: Backdated to August 12th
Description: Mission 218b! L has a fear of being devoured, and Light isn't great with deep, dark water. This is obviously not ideal while trying to take down a red-skinned demon whale. Fortunately, each guy assumes the other one is about to break, and works extra hard to keep them both alive.
As usual, the mirrors deposited L and Light on site, clad in wetsuits and standing back to back in the middle of a floating platform surrounded by the carnage of the decoy fishing boat Shibusen had used to tow the dock. Averaging 20 feet long, a small pod of scarlet-skinned Kishins drifted through the wreckage, resembling sperm whales, with long, uniform, razor-sharp teeth and the protruding forehead that L knew to house the largest brain a mammal could possess.
He had expressed his displeasure at hunting whales, but as usual, the Kishin designation served as an acceptable way to rationalize killing. They weren't normal humans, or objects, or animals. They were monsters, and L knew better than anyone what appearances could belie.
It was a thin line, but one that was so much simpler to define in this world than the one he and Light both hailed from. Perhaps that was what made it so disarmingly easy to stand alongside his former rival and, finally, not immediately assume that he'd be shoved into the briny water and held under.
"I count four," he said softly, eyes lingering on the teeth as one of the red shapes surfaced briefly and the others, as if of a hivemind, started to circle the dock. He transformed one arm into a chain and handcuff, snapping it shut around Light's wrist in preparation. "Stay on the platform, if you can... I don't think I need to tell you that as the one with legs, your advantage is on higher, solid ground, and all bets are off if you end up in the water. Whether or not you're a strong swimmer, I promise they're stronger."
He bit his lip, a bare, brief indication of his nerves, before he steeled himself. "You don't even have to get wet, if I lure them in close enough. I can transform before they get too close, but... just be ready," he stressed, crouching and lowering himself into the cool Atlantic water, submerging himself to the shoulders in preparation for the most terrifying game of chicken imaginable. As he opened his wavelength to Light's, the Meister would probably note that it was colder and more rigid than usual, as if L was, for once, reluctant to take a risk.
Location: New England, off the coast of Maine
Rating: PG-13
Time: Backdated to August 12th
Description: Mission 218b! L has a fear of being devoured, and Light isn't great with deep, dark water. This is obviously not ideal while trying to take down a red-skinned demon whale. Fortunately, each guy assumes the other one is about to break, and works extra hard to keep them both alive.
As usual, the mirrors deposited L and Light on site, clad in wetsuits and standing back to back in the middle of a floating platform surrounded by the carnage of the decoy fishing boat Shibusen had used to tow the dock. Averaging 20 feet long, a small pod of scarlet-skinned Kishins drifted through the wreckage, resembling sperm whales, with long, uniform, razor-sharp teeth and the protruding forehead that L knew to house the largest brain a mammal could possess.
He had expressed his displeasure at hunting whales, but as usual, the Kishin designation served as an acceptable way to rationalize killing. They weren't normal humans, or objects, or animals. They were monsters, and L knew better than anyone what appearances could belie.
It was a thin line, but one that was so much simpler to define in this world than the one he and Light both hailed from. Perhaps that was what made it so disarmingly easy to stand alongside his former rival and, finally, not immediately assume that he'd be shoved into the briny water and held under.
"I count four," he said softly, eyes lingering on the teeth as one of the red shapes surfaced briefly and the others, as if of a hivemind, started to circle the dock. He transformed one arm into a chain and handcuff, snapping it shut around Light's wrist in preparation. "Stay on the platform, if you can... I don't think I need to tell you that as the one with legs, your advantage is on higher, solid ground, and all bets are off if you end up in the water. Whether or not you're a strong swimmer, I promise they're stronger."
He bit his lip, a bare, brief indication of his nerves, before he steeled himself. "You don't even have to get wet, if I lure them in close enough. I can transform before they get too close, but... just be ready," he stressed, crouching and lowering himself into the cool Atlantic water, submerging himself to the shoulders in preparation for the most terrifying game of chicken imaginable. As he opened his wavelength to Light's, the Meister would probably note that it was colder and more rigid than usual, as if L was, for once, reluctant to take a risk.
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With two seconds to go, the tongue parted company with the rest of the whale, and the flailing Kishin was all too glad for the painful intruder to be expelled. It would bleed out quickly, L was sure, but they were still in danger, and far enough under the surface to elicit panic in anyone uncomfortable with unknown depths.
Transforming back to lend his metal form more buoyancy, he kept his hold on Light and utilized his strong kick to propel them back to the surface.
"Ready to do it again?" he asked breathlessly.
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Light Yagami of a year ago would not have been able to withstand this sort of chaos with no control granted to him no matter how desperately he reached for it. Light Yagami of a year ago would have seized the first opportunity to release the chain the instant L disappeared into one of the whales' mouths and fled in vain for his own life, and if he survived would keep himself warm with the idea L's final minutes had been filled with panic and water-filled lungs.
As it was, with their attackers swiftly down to two, he was able to keep a white-knuckled grip on his fear in favor of feeling encouraged that, if they both endured this a little longer, the problem would be gone.
"Like I said, do what you need to do. Just keep moving." he said breathlessly.
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The entirety of their history, though, dictated that their fates were bound to one another; though the temptation might have once existed for Light to let go and abandon L to a painful death and a watery grave, Light wouldn't survive long without him.
Such was the nature of a partnership and missions.
"Two to go. The others are uneasy... we'll come up for air between them."
L's transformation was smoother that time as another whale charged them, steel trap surging forward, again, into an open mouth full of teeth.
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Light seized the narrow window to yank L back and out of the whale's maw before it could try to find a better hold.
As its jaws closed once more, on nothing this time, he sent L flying at it again...full force against the shut, dangerous rows of sharp teeth.
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As Light yanked him back, L lost his footing in the complicated dance they were currently engaged in, hurtling forward with his motions a step ahead of his total awareness and control. With a sickening crunch, he collided with the wall of sharp teeth, cracking two of them and sending a keening, dazed shock wave back up the chain to where Light gripped it.
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The jolt of confusion and bewilderment, however, was unmistakable and discouraging.
Their upper hand was dwindling, and would be gone in short order if something didn't shift drastically in their favor. It wasn't enough for one of them to engage their targets while the other watched his back, as had worked in the past. It was going to take a bold move on both their parts.
The third whale had been circling the face-off between the second and L before breaking away, seeming to remember that there was a morsel up top it could have to itself.
It was now or never...
Drawing in a deep chestful of salty air, Light dove beneath the surface, holding the picture in his mind of his intentions in hopes that he could convey it to his partner.
It was a picture of him diving down to meet L, dragging behind him an angry whale to meet the other one. Both opened their mouths to come at Light from both sides, leaving themselves both vulnerable to having their tongues removed. It would need to be precise, and done correctly on the first try in order to work.
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Light's relayed plan made its way to his thoughts as they sharpened and focused once more, and what was at stake in the risky wager was not lost on him. Light joining him underwater meant that the two of them were wholly vulnerable, and had only one chance to get it right; it carried with it that very real possibility of both of them getting torn limb from limb by beasts in murky depths.
Fine. Let's do it.
He wouldn't falter if Light's resolve remained steady. He stretched the jaws of his trap, readying them for a final blow, awaiting Light's dive and descent.