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readsyournotes ([info]readsyournotes) wrote in [info]chaosunraveled,
@ 2009-10-01 13:52:00

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Entry tags:l, rating: pg-13, setting: emptiness

Who: L and Rachel
When: Few days After Family Fun day.
Where: Emptiness
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Genius detective nudity.
Summary: L decides to enter an abandoned house in Emptiness to eat and get clean. Unfortunately, he is followed inside by one of his teammates.



After an afternoon spent mostly outside in the sun, L was becoming increasingly aware of the odors his body and clothes were admitting. This did not come as a surprise though. He had been away from Asgard for a number of days now exploring the area and trying to find a suitable location for his new center of operations. He just hadn’t found the time to shower. There was work to do and he had scoured every dust filled, muddy, narrow, oily, rusty location that caught his interest from junkyard to basement looking for electronics he could convert for his own use.

L climbed out from underneath a small muddy crawlspace under a house in which the owner had been using for storage, disappointed in the fact that his search had yielded nothing but some old Christmas decorations which he had no use for. Once back in the sunlight he briefly examined himself to find the primary source of the smell. His clothes, hands, and shoes were caked in mud and had collected patches of dust, oil, sweat, grease, and substances even his trained eyes couldn’t identify on sight. It was no wonder there was an odor. The detective’s shirt, or at least the areas that hadn’t encountered the mud, were now a dull grey and stained rather than white. And it clung uncomfortably and coldly against his skin in the places that had gotten wet.

He frowned a little at this. L wasn’t exactly used to doing so this kind of work, but he had no manpower at his disposal. Any and all acts to secure his safety, health, and progress in enemy and ally intelligence had to be done on his own. He didn’t even have Watari anymore to lighten the load or remind him to do fundamental things he often forgot to do such as eat or bathe. L had been trying to keep up with it, but after looking at himself, hearing the demanding rumble of his stomach, smelling the distinct scent of body odor, and the awareness of his physical exhaustion, it appeared as though he had neglected his own care. It was too easy for him to push things aside when he got busy working.

He looked at the house behind him, realizing he could at least take care of hygiene and low energy levels right now. And although he had found nothing of value in the crawlspace, he had yet to venture inside. He could possibly find some useful things in there as well as get himself food, shower and clean clothes. It was certainly not a place he wanted to be caught in, but if he didn’t stay long, then he probably wouldn’t have anything to worry about.

He did a brief scan around the immediate area for any potential onlookers, walked to the homes back porch, kicked off his muddy shoes and carried them inside with him.

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-01 09:23 pm UTC (link)
Sometime during the afternoon, Rachel had grown kind of antsy, and wanted out of Asgard. She had yet to explore Emptiness, and despite of her condition she did want to look around it. Maybe she could get some ideas flowing into her head.

After grabbing her cane, notebook, and pencil, she made her way out of Asgard's mansion. Eventually she found herself off of Asgard's property; and while it wasn't in world breaking speed, it wasn't horribly slow either. In a few minutes she made it to Emptiness, and took it upon herself to look around.

She soon decided that without a doubt this was the strangest town/city she had ever seen. It wasn't that the buildings while empty, were kept; nor was it because that this place wasn't void of things. No, it was because the way this place was laid out was pretty strange. All of the buildings were not only different in structure, but also in style. Upon further investigation she could have sworn she could buildings that she had seen in Colorado, Arizona, Washington, and California.

Rachel was about ready to go ahead and start writing, but something in her peripherial vision caught her attention. If she didn't know any better, she could have sworn it was a person. There was also the possibility that this person was Flauros, and Rachel had a bone to pick with him.

She closed up the notebook, and limped her way to the very house that she had spotted the figure go into. Just as L had done, Rachel also entered through the backdoor. She spotted the mud over the porch, and thought nothing of it. She didn't bother taking off her own shoes when she walked into the house.

If Flauros were in here then Rachel knew that he would either give her some mocking announcement, or ignore her. Because she was mad at the demon, she didn't say anything. However, she thought she heard something coming from one of the room, and decided to investigate.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-01 10:28 pm UTC (link)
As there was no basement here, it was very likely if the residence had a washer and dryer for him to use, it would be likely located in or near the back of house. Luckily, L found them in a small separate room only a few feet from the back door.

He stepped inside, unceremoniously dropped his shoes by the doorway, and pulled his shirt over his head. He tried not to shiver as he felt the cold wet cloth slide over his back, but he suddenly found himself looking forward finding the bathroom in this house and taking a warm shower.

After tossing the article of clothing inside the washer, L took off his pants and studied the instructions on the back of a bottle of detergent sitting on a shelf above his head. He had never done laundry before. This was another task Watari had seen to when he was alive, but L believed he would not have any difficulty if he simply followed the instructions on the label.

He was too preoccupied with doing this task that he had not realized he wasn’t alone in the house anymore.

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-02 12:07 am UTC (link)
It wasn't long until Rachel had made it to the laundry room. She'd checked the kitchen, and any other room that may have been there ahead of the laundry room. Seeing as how she wasn't hungry, there was no reason for her to actually scrounge in the kitchen for something eat.

Upon arriving in the laundry room she saw a rather thin male clad only in his boxers. He seemed to be studying a bottle of detergent, so when that studying went on a bit longer than Rachel would have expected, she spoke up. "Oh, for god's sakes, you just poor the damn soap into that cup, and poor it into the machine. Didn't your parents ever teach you to do laundry?"

Silence be damned, but Rachel couldn't help herself. Then, as if becoming suddenly more cautiously aware; the young woman flipped open her notebook with one hand. If the need arose she had easier access to it.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-02 01:53 am UTC (link)
L tensed immediately, startled by the woman’s voice. His first thought was that Belphegor had found him and was about to carry out her promise to attack, but it quickly clicked in his head that the voice did not match hers. This was someone else. He had heard the voice before on the communication system and had spoken to her on a couple of occasions. Her name was Rachel. She was one of the new members on Asgards team.

He relaxed a little and turned to face the woman who had spoken to him, wide eyes studying her in hopes to gain some information. She carried a cane but did not appear to be blind, so she had either obtained an injury, had been born disabled, or she carried it for the purpose of style. He also noticed the notepad she held open, which could imply a profession or hobby she had. Was she planning to write something in it, or draw?

“No, actually. Is that a problem?” L asked offering a small, confused smile before dropping his pants into the washer and picking up the bottle of detergent. His eyes then glanced briefly at the notebook in her hands, “If my naked body has inspired you, I could pose.”

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-02 02:22 am UTC (link)
If L was studying Rachel, then Rachel was doing the same; maybe not as thoroughly as L though. Really the only thing she could pinpoint was that he was filthy, nearly nude, doing laundry, and looked rather scraggly looking. She did notice the muscle tone on him though, so she suspected that he did work out.

"Most parents teach their children how to do basic chores; unless the parents are lazy, or neglectful, or like to coddle their children."

At L's mention that he would pose for Rachel, the grey eyed girl let her head back, and laughed.

"I don't draw anything, okay?" she answered finally with a suddenly stoic face.

And I'm not writing a description about you, because that would just be fucking creepy. This, she thought to herself.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-02 03:31 am UTC (link)
“Or dead.” L added, smile fading as he was carefully twisted off the cap by the edges of his fingers.

If she didn’t draw, then she used the pen and paper to write. Having just recently died from a case in which notebooks were used to murder, L was not entirely free of discomfort over the fact that she was standing there prepared to jot something down. But luckily he was aware his feelings on the matter were linked purely to personal history and knew he likely had nothing to worry about. She was not another Kira, nor was there anything to indicate that she was involved with his previous case.

He turned slightly so that he might tend to his laundry while keeping an eye on her, pouring the contents of the bottle into the cap. “What do you write, then?”

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-02 03:56 am UTC (link)
Huh, so he was an orphan. She flirted with the idea of telling him that she knew what it was like to lose someone close to you, but then she didn't even know this person. If she hardly told her friends, what reason would she have to tell this man?

"Oh, that's too bad," she said dryly, almost as if L had told her something that was completely not tragic.

Now, writing, what the hell was she going to say? "I write detailed descriptions of things that may catch my interest." She placed her cane against the wall, and started to rub her bad knee; giving it some circulation. "Either things I see, or whatever comes to my mind."

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-02 04:47 am UTC (link)
“I suppose.” L said sounding fairly indifferent on the matter. He really didn’t think that the loss of his parents was entirely a bad thing. He grew up famous, well respected, ridiculously wealthy, and had every resource he could possibly want available to him upon request. He wouldn’t have had any of that if his parents had lived. He wouldn’t have been L.

He dumped the contents of the lid into the dryer then stepped closer to her, “What happened to your leg?” He asked, craning his neck forward in hopes to catch a glimpse of what she might have already written in the notebook.

L was curious to see just how descriptive she was and what kind of things caught her interest as it might be a good indicator as to how concerned he should be about any information she was picking up. After all, she was the first person here to see him without a shirt, the last thing he needed was for a record to be made or word to get out. L chose to keep up the sickly and feeble appearance for a reason.

On the other hand, someone with good descriptive abilities could be of some use to him.

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-02 05:15 am UTC (link)
He didn't seem to really mind, so Rachel assumed that he was well over the events, or that he had killed them himself. Either way, Rachel didn't seem to be too concerned.

His closing off of space did not go unnoticed by Rachel, and for a moment she froze. When he did stop a comfortable distance away, Rachel relaxed. Now to answer his question, and she sighed, "I was shot by someone."

She still couldn't understand why Daniel, the man who had shot her, had shot her in her knee, and not killed her then.

Now concerning the description thing; this had not been entirely true. She loved to write stories, but with her ability that had become next to impossible, unless she wanted it to manifest, or unless she wanted to keep chanting the Latin phrase for "Do not manifest".

Concerning the notebook, L would have possibly noticed the following written down;

Tree just outside of the convenience store approx. a half mile away from Asgard's property. Tree is fifty feet in height, and of the maple variety. Leaves are turning to shades of yellow, orange, and red, but still have upon them some tinges of green. The wood is sturdy, but plagued by a large dark mark, as if it were hit by lightning. First limb of the tree is approx 10 feet in length, has a diameter of five feet. Six feet in, the limb bends at a 49 degree angle. -

The description of this tree went on for the rest of the page, and should L walk by that store he would see the tree there. Notably, that tree hadn't been there this morning.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-02 09:47 pm UTC (link)
He noticed her tense up as he stepped closer to her. Was she afraid of him, or did she have some preset boundaries and was afraid of him getting too close in proximity? She relaxed when he stopped though, so it seemed that L did not entirely enter those boundaries she had.

“How did that happen?” He asked, thinking back to the first conversation she had with Cuthbert and how she seemed to be distressed over the fact that he had mentioned being a gunslinger. And with her leg had been permanently damaged, she had developed a fear of guns and being shot again. It could mean she possibly had a case of posttraumatic stress disorder.

L reviewed the information he saw written on the sheet. The information she had taken down was very detailed, listing judgment of distance, length and degrees. He committed the information to memory and decided to examine the tree later just to see how accurate she was in her assessment. If this was something she was good at, he may need to enlist her help later... That is, if the dislike Asgard seemed to have for him did not spread on to newer teammates.

His stomach growled noisily, insisting to be attended to, “I am not entirely certain if this house has tea, but if there are the means to make it I am sure I will have enough for you as well.” He picked out some of the cobwebs that had gotten caught in a strand of his hair, “This of course will be after I shower.”

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-02 11:12 pm UTC (link)
If it was one thing that Rachel didn't like getting into, it was anything having to do with her, especially anything to do with guns. "Look, it's something I really don't want to get into, okay?" Rachel asked rather bitterly.

When he mentioned tea, and taking a shower, Rachel figured that this would be the perfect chance to check out the kitchen for herself, see if the place actually had any tea, and work on her writing. Hopefully L hadn't been to the kitchen yet. If he hadn't, then Rachel could write, and illusions and manifestations be damned.

"Yeah, you go ahead and take your shower. I'll be in the kitchen."

Without another word, she grabbed her cane, and as quickly as she could, 'walked' away.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-03 01:51 am UTC (link)
“I see.” L frowned a little as he watched Rachel leave, trying to convince himself that he should not be concerned about the woman poisoning the food while he was getting clean. If she was planning to tamper with something, then she wouldn’t have announced that she was going to be in the kitchen at all. Besides, she didn’t know him very well, did she? And there was nothing to indicate that she was connected to the world he came from either. Still, leaving her alone made him quite nervous.

He turned back to his task of doing his laundry. His pants and shirt wasn’t the only thing he needed to wash. He pulled off the boxer-breifs, tossed them in with the rest of his clothes, made a reasonable estimation on the proper nobs to turn and buttons to press then went in search of the shower.

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-03 02:27 am UTC (link)
"Not the best looking kitchen." Rachel muttered to herself as she looked.

The kitchen itself was somewhat small, perhaps ten feet by ten feet. There was a small table that nearly took up half of the kitchen; a counter; three cabinets; and a fridge. Out of the curiosity Rachel decided to check out the fridge. As soon as she opened it, she was a little bit surprised. She had expected the fridge to be filled with old, expired, rotting, and stinking food. Instead, the fridge was decently stocked. It was almost as if there had been a family living here, and they had just left an hour ago to go on vacation.

Rachel rummaged around a bit until she found a bottle of water. She closed the fridge, and sat down at the table. Now with L in the shower she could hopefully write something. Without a thought, Rachel placed the notebook on the table, and begin to write.

Cat spotted outside. Cat is young, possibly only a year and half in age. Said cat is black with white around it's right eye; the feet are white, and the tip of the tale is white. Cat has green eyes; is healthy looking. It is 23 inches in length, and weighs five pounds.

This cat has entered through the front door, and has made it's way into the kitchen. It sits down looking up at me, begging for something.

A pitiful mew broke the silence, and Rachel looked down. Sure enough, a cat had made it's way into the kitchen, and seemed to be begging for something.

"Aww, where did you come from? Are you hungry?" Rachel's normally stoic expression had suddenly become one of affection. Only thing was, it was flattened affection.

The cat mewed again; which caused Rachel to write up a small dish of food, and give to the cat.

The cat is eating it's food, and in ten minutes it grows full, and leaves.

Whether L arrived before or after the cat left depended entirely on how long L took his showers.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-03 04:59 am UTC (link)
The house wasn’t too big, so it didn’t take long for L to find the shower. He entered, keeping the door cracked open just in case he needed to make a quick exit. The detective didn’t entirely perceive Rachel as a threat, but if someone else had seen her enter this house and decided to follow he wanted to be able to make an escape.

L showered quickly. This was always a short task for him as he was eager to done and back to his cases in hopes to avoid missing something crucial. This time however, his rush was not case related. The washer was running and therefore using the hot water. Within a short amount of time the shower became cold, which had resulted in the detective gritting his teeth to keep them from chattering as he finished washing away the last of the dirt from his hair.

Once he was clean, he dried off and emerged from the bathroom in a towel, shivering, and looking for something better and dryer to provide him with some warmth. The best he found was a heavy brown comforter in a bedroom nearby, which he promptly wrapped around himself.

L proceeded to the kitchen, only to find Rachel there feeding a black and white cat.

…A cat? No. That wasn’t right. The couldn’t be right! He head tilted to the side as he stared at the animal with a wide eyed, confused expression.

L had seen domesticated animals wandering around outside, but he never had found them inside the buildings he was looking through, and most certainly not in buildings that didn’t allow them access. There had been no doggy doors from his initial inspection of the house from the outside, and he hadn’t found any other means for it to enter. Did he miss seeing an open window? That wasn’t possible though! L never missed such details!

Something was not right here. The house did not smell as though a cat had occupied it, nor were there any traces of hair. But here the animal was, eating out of a dish filled with food. Where did the dish come from? Where did the food come from? Were they Rachels? If they were, did she always carry them around in case she encountered a stray hungry animal?

L scratched the back of his neck. Was it even real? Was he hallucinating? L realized he could find out.

The blanket fell to his ankles and lay forgotten on the floor as L closed the distance between himself and the animal. His expression was both confused and curious as he picked up the cat anomaly, holding it up a little above his eye level and examining the creature closely. The cat seemed young, healthy, weighing roughly around five pounds. So it had been well fed…

“How did the inter-dimensional cat get in here?” He asked, too focused on the creature to even notice or wonder if Rachel was someone who would be bothered by nudity, as he was standing naked in front of her.

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-03 05:10 am UTC (link)
"Put some pants on at least; fucking hell, this isn't a nudist colony," Rachel snarked.

If the washer wasn't finished, then chances were L wouldn't be putting on any pants soons. Rachel was no prude, but she also wasn't one who enjoyed nudity either. Out of desperation she grabbed her notebook, and started to write a description for a pair of pants.

"I don't know, it just came into the kitchen right before you got here."

She continued to write, and when she was finished a pair of clean jeans, hopefully L's size appeared on the table, neatly folded. "Pants on, please." Rachel pointed to the pair.

She was aware that L now knew of her power, but so far he was the only one. If he knew of this, then it might be easy to convince him that if he told anyone, she'd conjure up something to hurt him.

Eye for an eye, and all that.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-03 06:29 pm UTC (link)
He looked in the direction she had pointed to, eyes falling on the pair of pants sitting on the table. They hadn’t been there a second ago. Like the cat they had just appeared out of nowhere. Then his gaze shifted to her as he slowly started to comprehend what was going on. She had written something in her notebook and it had manifested.

His mind was suddenly buzzing with questions. Was the cat and pants now real, or were they both just temporary illusions, or were they just drawn from another existing location? What were her limitations? Did anyone else know about this? Was this occurring because of the notebook specifically, or was it all on her own?

“Oh. Yes, pants.” L said, his attention suddenly snapping back to her demand for him to put them on. He placed the cat back down on the floor.

“I was aware that some of the individuals here had special abilities, but I was not aware that you were among them.” He said clalmly as he held the jeans up for inspection; they appeared to be his size with nothing out of the ordinary.

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-03 10:13 pm UTC (link)
"Don't be so surprised then," Rachel answered.

Even though she had had this ability since she was born (or so she was told) it hadn't awakened until around the year 2006. To this day, Rachel still had no idea where the objects actually came from. She only knew that they became real, and would disappear if she destroyed the page; or if she died.

"I can get rid of the cat if you want." She said after a while.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-06 12:10 am UTC (link)
“You are the first person to demonstrate their special abilities to me. If my surprise concerned you, know that it was simply a result of being exposed to it for the first time. I can assure you that it won’t happen again so long as I am aware of it.” Satisfied that the pants were safe, L slid them on and set to work on making his tea.

Admittedly, Rachel had surprised him. All she had to do was continue to act oblivious and L would still be trying to figure out where the cat had come from, and likely getting nowhere on the matter. She could have even messed with his head a little, but she hadn’t and he wasn’t entirely sure why.

As for her offer about the cat, he was even more confused. The cat wasn’t bothering him nor did he think he was giving any indication that it was. L couldn’t really care if it was there or not as it wasn’t in the way of anything important. “As for the cat, why do you ask?”

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-06 12:29 am UTC (link)
Rachel just sat there, watching while L made his tea, and making no indication of actually answering him. True, she could have messed around with his head, but the last time she had done something of that sort...

...twenty people had wound up dead.

"If it's bothering you, I can make it go away." She answered. The cat made it's way over to the young woman, and proceeded to rub it's head against her leg. Rachel bent over to scratch it's head which was met by a rather loud purr.

"It might also go away on it's own. Most of the time these things have a will of their own." Rachel was hoping that this guy wouldn't ask her about that, because she honestly had no clue as to how that worked.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-07 06:21 pm UTC (link)
Once the kettle was on the stove heating water, L started rummaging through the cabinets looking for sugar, teabags, cups and any accompanying sweet snacks that would go well with it. While he searched, he kept an eye on Rachel. Although he didn’t have reason believe the woman was a threat to him, he wasn’t going to chance turning his back to her.

“Is it doing anything that is supposed to bother me?” He asked, pulling out a couple of teacups from one of the higher shelves in a cupboard. L really was not sure. He was not very familiar with animals domestic or otherwise, and from what limited exposure he had he took no interest as their brains were clearly not as advanced and complex as that of a human beings. It was also illogical for him to keep a pet around as he was constantly traveling from one place to the next and so heavily devoted to his work that he scarcely had the time for his own upkeep let alone other living things. The animal would only meet with neglect, so L knew better than to keep one around.

His only interest in the animal lay in its creation. And Rachel had been its creator so almost all of his attention was on her and her powers. “Considering your choices in creation and the span of time spent between the two instances you have used your abilities in my presence, it appears that you can use your powers quite freely.” L set the teacups on the table and chewed thoughtfully on his thumbnail for a moment. “Surely you have your limits. What can’t you do?”

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-07 07:20 pm UTC (link)
Rachel shrugged, "Some people don't like cats." True to Rachel's word the cat soon grew bored, and exited the kitchen to go who knows where. Rachel showed no signs of being terribly concerned.

"Everyone has their limits," Rachel answered boredly.

She continued to watch as L rummaged around for the tea, and whatever else he was searching for. She took another drink from the bottle of water that she found in the fridge. She wondered about sharing information with this guy. On one hand she didn't really want to share, but on the other hand if she didn't he could get suspicious.

"I can't get rid of cancer. I can't eliminate that which has long since been implemented," she said with a sigh.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-07 11:56 pm UTC (link)
L took note of the cat’s departure, taking note that Rachel didn’t seem to be very concerned about the animal. Was it simply going to disappear now that it had served her purpose, or was it going to continue its existence here? It certainly couldn’t live alone in the house without someone to look out for it, it would at least need a way to leave the place to find food for itself.

L started pulling out boxes from another cabinet and tucking them under his arms. Mentioning the word ‘cancer’ rather than using an umbrella term such as ‘diseases’ or ‘illness’ could indicate an experience in which she had tried to use her ability to eliminate it. And her sigh seemed to enforce that idea. “Who had the cancer?”

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-08 12:19 am UTC (link)
And now Rachel mentally kicked herself. She really didn't want to get into this whole thing. What the hell was he, a detective?

"What are you? A detective?" she asked with an annoyed tone to her voice. "It was just some little boy that I used to visit in the hospital." This she answered with her usual flat voice, and added, "Let's drop it, alright?" The way she said 'alright' pretty much meant, 'drop it, or else.'

The brunette took a sip of her water, and watched as L started to take boxes from the cabinet and tuck them underneath his arms. She wondered if he was going to eat everything he was pulling out. "Either you're bulimic, or else you have a metabolism that most girls would kill for."

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-08 09:07 pm UTC (link)
He looked down at the boxes under his arms. It was just some tea, sugar cubes, Twinkies, pudding cups, coffee cakes, and rice crispy treats. Yes, it was a bit more than he usually consumed but “I haven’t eaten in a while.” He admitted pulling out a chair at the table and dropping his findings in front of him.

L sat quietly for a moment, chewing lightly on one of his nails. Her irritation with that detective question and desire to drop the subject regarding the cancer patient indicated that the subject was clearly something that bothered her. She could make her voice sound as emotionless as she wanted, but that still didn’t change the fact that she had tried to stop the cancer. In trying, that is enough to show that she had cared.

L gave Rachel a small sad look, opened one of the boxes and offered her a pudding cup, holding it out by the edges of his fingers.

“Obviously this is a subject that you are still struggling with. If you desire, I will not press the matter, but should you ever want to talk about what happened I will listen.” He said, thinking that it was probably offering too much considering he didn’t know her very well, but sometimes having anyone listen to you on such matters helped.

He frowned a little as he answered her question, “Yes, I was a detective.” Confirming her suspicions could make her feel more guarded, But if people in Asgard knew him by ‘L’ then it would only be a matter of time before someone told her the truth. It would be best to avoid being caught in a lie. “Does that make you uncomfortable?”

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-09 01:26 am UTC (link)
Rachel reluctantly took the pudding cup into her hand, and quickly manifested for herself a spoon before she ate down the entire contents of the pudding cup. Once she was done, she tore up the page, and the spoon disappeared.

"Yeah, alright. I'll keep that in mind." Rachel responded, but in reality it was highly doubtful that she would actually say anything to this guy.

"Yeah, I kind of figured you might have been," Rachel once again answered dully.

Realizing that she was still hungry, she made her way to the fridge and took out the items she needed for a ham sandwich. Once she assemble it, she sat back down and proceeded to eat.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-09 03:47 am UTC (link)
She didn’t answer his question. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then.” He said, opening the box of sugar cubes sitting in front of him. His eyes watching her through his bangs as she ate her pudding cup, created and destroyed the spoon, then got up to make herself a sandwich.

He rested an arm over his knees and began stacking cubes with his free hand, occasionally popping one into his mouth and letting it dissolve on his tongue. Eventually, when his tea was ready the sugar tower he created would be put into his drink.

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-09 04:49 am UTC (link)
"Yeah, fine, boy had cancer. I tried to cure it; I failed. Boo hoo, let's throw a funeral party," Rachel quipped. She continued to eat her sandwich, and watched while L played with the sugar cubes; assembling them into a tower, and eating one.

"That's quite a lot of sugar." Rachel said out of the blue. "But, it's your body," she added. There was no hidden meaning to it, she honestly didn't care what people did to their bodies, so long as it didn't hurt her.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-09 05:15 pm UTC (link)
L studied her for a moment, his surprise much more evident in his expression than he would have liked it to be. That was the kind of response he had not predicted. He had thought she wanted to drop the subject. So did this mean she wanted to talk about it now or was this her way of trying to prove she had no discomfort with the knowledge that he was a detective?

Then there was the way she said it. Her words had taken on a joking tone, but they contained nothing humorous. Regardless, L would treat it seriously, just as he had offered to do. “Is that what you want?”

He looked at the boxes and pulled a packaged coffee cake from one of them, “This is generally what my diet consists of.”

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-09 06:40 pm UTC (link)
"No," Rachel answered bluntly.

She resumed to eating her sandwich; something that was taking just a bit longer than usual. Right now, Rachel just couldn't eat the meal in a hurry. She watched as L pulled a coffee cake out of the box, and looked at the display of snacks in front of him.

"I'm surprised you haven't died from a sugar overdose, yet." Rachel remarked in her usual bored manner. "Do you ever eat anything that's not mostly sugar?"

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-09 11:40 pm UTC (link)
“What aspect about the event bothered you the most?” L asked right before he shoved a large portion of the cake into his mouth. There were a number of professions in which people used their skills and abilities to save lives and in these professions it was important for these people to remember that not everyone could be saved. Doctors for example, had to face this situation quite frequently. Even L himself had run into cases in which he could not save a victim despite wanting to.

He chewed slowly, and swallowed his food just as the kettle he had put on the stove started whistling. He got up to attend to it, answering Rachel’s question as he did. “Sugar is a primary part of my diet, but I do occasionally substitute pastries and candy for fruit. Why are you interested in my eating habits?”

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-10 12:20 am UTC (link)
"Why are YOU so interested in my past?" Rachel shot back. She wasn't going to tell this person any more than she already had; and as of now he was starting to sound like a therapist. Then again, from Rachel's point of view they were both practically the same.

She finished up her sandwich, then grabbed a can of soda from the fridge, popped open the tab, and took a swig of the carbonated drink. For the next few moments she seemed calm enough just watching L make his tea.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-10 01:58 am UTC (link)
“You were the one who brought it up again after you requested to drop the subject.” L poured the hot steaming water from the tea kettle into his cup, thinking it pity that there were no saucers for him to use. But then again he was happy to find whatever he could at this point. “And I had told you I would listen if you wanted to discuss it.”

He looked at the teacup he had grabbed for her then at the can of soda she was drinking. “I take it you would not like some tea as well?”

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-10 02:22 am UTC (link)
Rachel decided to just drop the entire thing, and continued to drink her soda. By now the can was a quarter full, and Rachel considered that she might still be thirsty. "No, I would like some tea as well." She answered with the tiniest hint of a smile.

She took one final swig from the can before she tossed it into the trash can, and sat back down.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-11 01:58 am UTC (link)
L poured some water into her teacup and returned to his seat, positioning himself in his usual crouch with his feet planted underneath him. If Rachel's past wasn’t up for discussion, then perhaps he should change the topic to the present.

“You’ve been here for a few days now. What do you make of Asgard and Niflheim’s team?” L asked pulling a teabag out of the box for his tea then pushing the box towards her with his nail.

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-11 02:16 am UTC (link)
"Thanks," Rachel responded when L poured the hot water into her teacup. She took a sip from the drink, and set it down on the table.

What did she think of Asgard and Niflheim's team? To be honest her opinions were still a bit young. "Asgard is too silent, save for that Cuthbert guy, and he gets on my nerves. Niflheim seems to be rather boisterous and loud. They don't seem to be afraid of much of anything."

Rachel took another sip from her drink, and added, "I thought this was a war game, but all I've seen so far is nothing." She wondered now if she should have stayed with Gabriel, and even why Gabriel had allowed her to go with Jophiel. Perhaps this was another step to purification process.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-11 09:39 pm UTC (link)
L wanted nothing more than to find individuals who were willing to do damage to the opposing team. Based on his observations so far, Vader and Cuthbert seemed to the best people to speak to on such a matter. However, he would have to be wary if he were to choose to establish communication with either of them considering what little he knew about the two.

“And why do you think the teams are the way they are?” This question was something of a test for her to see what she understood and perceived on the whole matter. She may not have been here long, but she might have been able to pick up some things.

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-12 07:20 am UTC (link)
Rachel took another sip of her tea, then stayed silent in thought. She couldn't really think of a reason why the teams would be how they were. She took another sip from the cup, and finally thought of something.

"I found out this place has had two trials so far. A trial of riddles, and one of strength. Asgard won the first trial, and Niflheim won the second one. This says two things. That Niflheim is stupid, and Asgard is smart; that Asgard is physically weak, and Niflheim is strong. I was informed by someone that the representatives are chosen at random. This tells me that this whole game might be fixed."

Rachel sighed, not for discontent, but to get some air.

"Asgard may be a little too wrapped in morals, and therefore more silent. Niflheim is not. That much is obvious, they have at least two demons there, and demons are never modest." That last remark referred more to Flauros than anything, but she hoped that L wouldn't ask. If he did, Rachel would leave.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-13 07:22 pm UTC (link)
“That is exactly what I think,” for the most part at least. The part regarding demons seemed more like an opinion than an assessment, but other than that, L found her view on the matter was quite good.

“We can train ourselves both physically and mentally, but there is no guarantee that the most physically or mentally competent will be chosen to participate. So then what can both teams do in the mean time to prepare for these trials when they do not know what exactly they are to preparing for?

“The whole set up seems peculiar. Based on what I’ve heard, we have had two trials within over a year. That is a lot of time for something that can simply be completed in only a handful of days. None of us would even have had to meet our opponents outside of the trial. So then, we must wonder about the proximity of the mansions and our ability to communicate with one another.” L took a long sip of his tea while studying her from over the rim of his cup. “Based on those things, the interaction among the teams between these trials is just as important as the trials themselves. With this in mind, what do you think would be best actions to take to ensure a team's victory?”

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-14 12:19 am UTC (link)
Oh great, here came the barrage of questions, and Rachel had never been comfortable answering questions to this extreme. She stared down at her notebook, and thought about the entire thing. "What if this whole thing isn't really a game, but some form of Purgatory?"

She thought about that. Rachel knew that she had died in her world, but who else had died in their home world?

"Two trials in the span of one year; but I learned that more often than not, we are affected by...who knows what. There are days where we act strange against our will."

Rachel picked up the pen, and tapped it against the notebook.

"There has to be a reason why both teams are allowed to interact with each other."

Then, Rachel had to admit something. Even though she preferred to be alone; she knew that she had become her most powerful when she had to work with someone. "If a team wants to ensure victory they have to pool their resources together, and work as a team. It doesn't mean the teammates have to like each other."

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-14 06:42 pm UTC (link)
“Pope Gregory the Great once said purgatory was a ‘place of temporal punishment for sin, as even in this life it is a matter of sufferings and trials of all kinds’. With a description like that, it is certainly a very valid theory. ” L set his cup of tea down and began running his finger against his bottom lip in thought. “The trials that we endure here certainly can have quite a range. They do not just include the competition between Asgard and Niflheim, but the altered days and our experience and dealings with one another.”

L picked up the package of rice crispy treats and dumped the box’s contents out on the table, “The intent behind the team’s communication with one another could be a couple of things. For the most part, it looks like our opponents are taking a more psychological approach. It may not be entirely their doing, but Niflheim has a hand in mentally breaking down Asgards team. Attacks can compromise feelings of security, friendliness can cause individuals to doubt their cause, and the unity they seem to have, be it false or not, can lower moral for a team that is as divided on important issues as Asgard is.”

“Our team’s disagreement on important issues and internal problems also do not help either as it could make working together strained or difficult. Some of our team wishes to engage Niflheim aggressively while others wish to remain passive.” He lowered his eyes, “If it remains like this, there could be some problems. As it stands, Niflheim can attack any member of Asgard with little to no known repercussions, and Asgard, or at least some of its members, frowns upon doing the same, or anything that might anger the opposing team.”

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-14 11:39 pm UTC (link)
"That's stupid," Rachel said, "we should be going on the offensive against Niflheim, or at the very least defending ourselves when we are attacked." All of this was stated in her typical blunt tone of voice.

She looked at the spelled contents of the Rice Krispies treats box, but said nothing about it. She stared down at the notebook, and tapped the pen on it again. "It might be beneficial for us to find out who of Asgard would have no problems going on the offense against Niflheim." She started to scribble, "I have nothing to lose."

She stopped scribbling, and drank the last of the tea. By that time the tea had gone tepid.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-17 07:03 pm UTC (link)
L watched her write, keeping his expression neutral despite the fact that the action was making him uncomfortable. The detective had never kept notes, nor had he allowed anyone else working with him to do so. He didn’t know exactly what Rachel was writing, but if she was taking notes or using her powers in some way, it could be evidence or free information which could fall into the wrong hands; something that, seemed like a very likely possibility if she often carried her notebook around with her.

Then there was her statement about having nothing to lose. Rachel seemed quite willing to jump into things, which only furthered his discomfort. “Nothing at all?” L raised an eyebrow questioningly at her, “Not your comfort, sanity, or even your life?”

He took one of the packages of Rice Krispies and opened it. “This is not something to rush into. I can see why people are opposed to stirring up trouble with the other team. If Niflheim is physically better, then provoking them into a physical battle could be a costly mistake for the whole. The majority of Asgard appears to be unable to handle such an affair and the result could mean more attacks. If any action is to be taken, it would have to be done as below the radar as possible, at least until the odds are evened. The best thing to do right now is gather information to use against them. Let them think we are still on the defense. This makes them confident as well as careless.”

L started breaking the snack into tiny bite sized pieces and popping them into his mouth. After he chewed and swallowed each of them, he licked his lips and continued, “If you are looking for those who seem to have less than peaceful intentions regarding the opposing team, I know of two possible candidates. The first goes by the name of Vader. He seems to have a militaristic approach to the situation. However, his loyalty to our team has been put into question recently. He has taken up training a member of Niflheim claiming that he is using the individual to gain information, and there does not appear to have been anything offered up as a result of this.” L would have to be careful if he chose to speak with him. Angering this individual would mean he would not only have another internal enemy to deal with, but an unknown external one as well.

“The second person is Cuthbert.” Which L knew would probably not make Rachel happy considering her earlier statement about him, “He seems to have a knack for irritating people, which could be of some use. But as I am sure you are aware, he has his flaws.” His problem seemed to be that he didn’t know how to keep secrets among teammates. And with the potential hazard Maria produced, this could be difficult.

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-17 11:25 pm UTC (link)
The notebook of course had nothing written on the page, and now L would be tell now that it was on the table and to that page. The entire page was truly nothing but pen marks from where Rachel had tapped her pen, and random meaningless, wordless symbols. The page could be seen as a mark of frustration, and possible boredom.

"If I had anything to lose, I wouldn't say what it was," Rachel answered with a sharp note.

She watched while L played with his food (well, that's what it looked like to her), and ate it. She listened to him while he talked about not recklessly going into attack Niflheim. "I didn't mean that we should attack them recklessly, but of what I can tell someone from Niflheim could walk up to someone from Asgard, beat them to a pulp, practically crucify them, and most of Asgard would sit on their thumbs,"

At the mention of Vader and Cuthbert, Rachel frowned. "Vader might be a viable option, but Cuthbert seems to reckless. The fuckwit can't even properly filter his private entries," Rachel had learned a thing or two about hacking from someone. While she was by no means an expert hacker, Cuthbert's 'private' entries were so full of security holes that anyone looking could hack them.

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-20 07:10 pm UTC (link)
L set the wrapper on the table and moved on to the pudding cups, “Niflheim has been quiet lately as far as known activities go. Many on our team suspect they are up to something. I am quite interested in the matter myself, as Hell’s side seems to be rather carefree in some of their recent actions. Some seem to have no problem publicly announcing where they are going to be as I’m sure you’ve seen.”

His eyes fell upon her notebook as she placed it on the table and he relaxed when he saw there was nothing on the page other than doodles. Was he boring her, or was she simply one of those who preferred to keep their hands busy?

“I can understand why Cuthbert might make you uncomfortable, but I believe he has some valuable qualities. He is clearly military and combat trained meaning he has discipline, and by the fact that he has mentioned keeping up with his training while he is in Asgard it means he takes it seriously. Traits like recklessness can potentially be channeled into something of use.” And regardless of the man’s flaws, L couldn’t afford to be too picky. He needed all the help he could get “The security issue can be remedied. Considering all of his culture shock he is currently encountering, I would not be surprised if hacking wasn’t an issue where he was from.”

If she was uncomfortable speaking to him, the detective had no problem going to the man himself. In fact he was already planning to do so once an opportunity arose.

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[info]i_create_xix
2009-10-23 07:29 pm UTC (link)
Rachel had to think about this for a moment. On one hand, L could be right. Cuthbert seemed to be from a time that paralleled the old west, so it wouldn't make sense for him to know much about computers. She drummed her fingers once on the table. "That one woman made it pretty clear that she wanted to kill you. Called you a pervert." Rachel sighed, then pointed at one of the snacks, "Mind if I take one?" she asked.

"Cuthbert doesn't make me uncomfortable, he's just annoying. If anyone else from Asgard knows that his entries are hackable, they should do something about it." Then Rachel realized that L could ask why she didn't do something, "and before you ask, I may know my way around his journal entries, but that doesn't mean I know how to make them more secure."

"If he can channel his energy into something useful then he could be good for the team."


[AN: Sorry for not replying yesterday, I was feeling under the weather, and couldn't quite concentrate.]

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[info]readsyournotes
2009-10-27 04:45 am UTC (link)
“If I didn’t intend to share with you, I wouldn’t have made them so easily accessible.” L said as he popped another sugar cube into his mouth.

“Henry alerted me to her threat shortly after it was made. She can call me whatever she likes, really. My actions during my encounter with here were purely defensive.” He didn’t know what to do about the situation except try to avoid the woman for now. L had been in a couple of fights before, but he didn’t have much experience, and considering this opponents speed and agility it didn’t seem likely he’d stand much of a chance.

“As for Cuthbert’s entries, there isn’t much I can do until I know what he is using.” L wasn’t about to right out admit that he had also been hacking them.

[ooc: Not a problem. I haven’t been feeling to great either.]

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