Unpopcorning of L
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There is nothing so disorienting as one moment, knowing where you are, and the next, not.
That’s not to say L has an idea where he just was. But wherever it was, he was content there. He may not have had all the answers to his questions, or perhaps he doesn’t just remember them, but it was a comfortable state to be in.
Whereas now, he doesn’t.
It’s not very often that L is completely confused. Whether or not he has all the answers to the problem, he can usually formulate some sort of guess. The universe tends to conform to certain rational standards; if an unseen figure sets tea down at his elbow, it is usually Watari. If a woman is missing and her husband is on the television pleading for her safe return, he is usually responsible. They are simple formulas that, while not always universal, get him comfortably through the day.
There is nothing comfortable, universal, or logical about this. He takes a step, slips, and finds himself sprawled on the floor and coated in what smells like butter. He discerns that he’s surrounded by popcorn.
Ahead of him is a door. In that list of rational standards, there’s another rule. Doors lead somewhere. So L makes his way towards it, gingerly. The slightly scrawny, extremely pale, twenty year old detective (who already has deep dark circles etched underneath his eyes) pokes his head out uncertainly.
“Excuse me?”
[ooc: this L is pre-canon, and will remember nothing of past interactions here. Under new management.]
There is nothing so disorienting as one moment, knowing where you are, and the next, not.
That’s not to say L has an idea where he just was. But wherever it was, he was content there. He may not have had all the answers to his questions, or perhaps he doesn’t just remember them, but it was a comfortable state to be in.
Whereas now, he doesn’t.
It’s not very often that L is completely confused. Whether or not he has all the answers to the problem, he can usually formulate some sort of guess. The universe tends to conform to certain rational standards; if an unseen figure sets tea down at his elbow, it is usually Watari. If a woman is missing and her husband is on the television pleading for her safe return, he is usually responsible. They are simple formulas that, while not always universal, get him comfortably through the day.
There is nothing comfortable, universal, or logical about this. He takes a step, slips, and finds himself sprawled on the floor and coated in what smells like butter. He discerns that he’s surrounded by popcorn.
Ahead of him is a door. In that list of rational standards, there’s another rule. Doors lead somewhere. So L makes his way towards it, gingerly. The slightly scrawny, extremely pale, twenty year old detective (who already has deep dark circles etched underneath his eyes) pokes his head out uncertainly.
“Excuse me?”
[ooc: this L is pre-canon, and will remember nothing of past interactions here. Under new management.]
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Date: 2008-03-10 05:56 am (UTC)That name comes with a few less complications, for the time being.
"I will rejoin you momentarily."
He runs the shower hot, and takes the liberty of borrowing soap. He's not precisely obsessive compulsive, but he most certainly dislikes having his hands dirty.
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Date: 2008-03-10 05:59 am (UTC)This is certainly an interesting development. Near curls up in his window seat, taking up his wand and idly practicing levitation charms. He can float an entire book, now.
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Date: 2008-03-10 06:05 am (UTC)He inclines his head, and stands just past the doorway, slouching unconcernedly.
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Date: 2008-03-10 06:08 am (UTC)He smiles. "I've yet to attend a class, but I've met a few of the professors. I've asked one for assistance with an experiment I'm planning."
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Date: 2008-03-10 06:10 am (UTC)The study of magic is one he's obviously never been exposed to. It could be fascinating, or at least, a way to pass the time.
"I assume there is no way to leave? Or are you choosing to remain?"
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Date: 2008-03-10 06:16 am (UTC)Near sighed. "I could leave, I suppose. I got my wand in a nearby village and had no difficulty getting there. But... Mello's here. He... he was dead, L... Ryuzaki. There are people that are alive here who were dead. People I am unwilling to leave."
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Date: 2008-03-10 06:23 am (UTC)"I do see, Near."
He may look like a drowned rat, but he is also a knowing drowned rat, if that is any comfort.
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Date: 2008-03-10 06:28 am (UTC)Even if he wasn't quite sure what to call it just yet... but it was getting closer.
"Perhaps you might like to see this."
And as he had while L was in the shower, he lifted his wand, intoned the charm, and lifted a heavy textbook into the air.
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Date: 2008-03-10 06:32 am (UTC)He's also... levitating a book.
"Fascinating. I will need to procure a wand."
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Date: 2008-03-10 06:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-10 06:40 am (UTC)He will get as much a grounding in the topics and subjects as possible. Yes, that really would be best. Then, hopefully, he will speak to someone on the staff, clarify his picture of what's going on further, and find out if he's really stuck here. If walking out the door leads him to Near's time, then he's sort of in some trouble.
Hopefully, there will be knowledge gained in the process.
"It would be best to know what a magical creature was before being required to care for it. Mello and Matt, where are they now?"
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Date: 2008-03-10 06:43 am (UTC)"I'm not sure just where they are right now. Studying, perhaps, or exploring. As far as magical creatures go, I know unicorns are counted as such."
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Date: 2008-03-10 06:46 am (UTC)Again, to discuss the question of his identity. But also just to see how they turned out. He kept watch, while they were young. Distantly, but he did.
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Date: 2008-03-10 04:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-10 04:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-10 05:16 pm (UTC)Although, he's amused by how unchanged they are as well. He would have recognized the hair, the eyes, the black clothing.
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Date: 2008-03-10 05:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-10 09:57 pm (UTC)Now he gets to see, first hand, how it all paid off. What kind of people they have become.
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Date: 2008-03-10 10:03 pm (UTC)I nod. "Ryuzaki, then. It would be...difficult to forget that test. It is what determined the path both Near and I would take." Though, even at the time, I was determined to be better than Near, to be better than L.
I wonder if I succeeded or if I succumbed to the fate they planned out for me?
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Date: 2008-03-11 02:15 am (UTC)In a way he didn't see coming in the slightest, but then, they were eight and nine at the time, so that's understandable. Also, magical castles from Scotland are difficult to predict.
He pulls the towel off his head and begins to dry the ends of his hair.
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Date: 2008-03-11 01:24 pm (UTC)"And your path has lead you here as well, for now. Perhaps there's a purpose, perhaps not. But it is interesting to meet you like this, whatever the reason."
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Date: 2008-03-11 06:07 pm (UTC)However, now is obviously not the time. He just caught something.
"How did you recognize me, if we had not met?"
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Date: 2008-03-11 06:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-11 06:59 pm (UTC)Dead, or incapacitated to the point of no longer being able to fill the position, (which is worse, because it means comatose, a hostage, or brain damaged,) or some third alternative which he has not considered. He can think of nothing that would make him voluntarily retire, but there might conceivably be something.
No, he's probably dead.
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Date: 2008-03-11 07:16 pm (UTC)"That is correct."
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