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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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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.