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Tweak says, "Jack Swagger!"

justiceispurity (justiceispurity) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-21 04:20:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 33, laura moon, light yagami

This may be a shocker
Who: Light Yagami and Laura Moon
What: Poor Raito-kun has to deal with L's scary stalker! Have pity on our little god!
Where: Somewhere in the forest, hiking.
When: Day 33, around noon
Status: Active

Light knew he wasn't going to get anywhere stuffed up in that room of his. In fact, doing so would only make him seem more suspicious....As if he needed that!

Besides, he could do for some fresh air. Some room to think. And staying active would be best for his mind anyway. So, since the resort seemed to have...changed...into something of a woodsy, rustic atmosphere, he decided to go hiking. Maybe he'd swim later. Swimming was always good. Okay, he'd hike and then swim....Then, he'd go back to his room and try to come up with a way out of here.

He wasn't about to leave his work unfinished! Different dimension or not, he was going to find a way back and he was going to take advantage of L's absence and do just as he'd planned to do once L was dead. He would take L's place and be in charge of all of Kira's opposition. He'd rule the world! He'd be a GOD!

But, for now, he had one large obstacle of that becoming reality: This damned planet. He cursed under his breath as he worked his way through the leaves and brush on the hill he was climbing.

Damn planet. Once he became a god, he'd find SOME way to blow the whole thing up.

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spitandviolets
2009-02-23 09:30 am UTC (link)

Another one used to being watched. She'd never get over that. Laura still couldn't figure out what that must have felt like. Her whole life she had been at arm's length from everyone, and their heads had been turned away from her. Shadow had looked after her, but he hadn't watched her. It was a difficult turn of events. It was easy for Laura to understand why L was watched. He was such a delicate, sensitive soul that he needed people to care for him. But this Light? He seemed perfectly normal. Why would such a person have had reason to be watched? It didn't make sense.

She recognized the moment that he had caught wind of her, and she swore inwardly at herself. Her dark eyes glanced around. Did he have anybody else with him? No, no one human, at least. She could not sense anyone. Still, if he was here with her, then L was relatively safe. Unless the boy was a witch and had the power to project his spirit over long distances, she'd not have to worry about L for a good short while.

Moving with her superhuman speed, Laura was a blur of white and black against the trees. Creep him out a bit, that would do well. Once she was behind a different tree, she was as silent and still as a statue. Not breathing did have its advantages, and she never found herself getting tired when she was running. No, she could play games with Light for a good long while. Fortunately for him, she'd only play them for a little bit. Maybe she wouldn't have to play at all. Maybe her message would come across quite simply and everything could just be fine. There seemed to be little chance of that happening, though, from their bickering like two old women on the journals. And L, poor L, seemed so...frightened and ill at ease.

Her eyes wandered down to her body. Though there was shade from the trees, everything was too noticeable. Well, if I look like a ghastly horror, I may as well act like one. Why not play the part fully? It would be really tough to get him to sit down in the middle of the forest and have a calm conversation with him. People weren't like L. People reacted poorly to the deceased trying to have heart to hearts with them. Steeling herself, she concentrated on his light in her mind. Hopefully he wasn't walking away. She didn't want to have to run him down like a deer in the forest.

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justiceispurity
2009-02-24 06:14 pm UTC (link)

Blurred form. His eyes immediately rushed to it, watching it as closely as possible. None of the shinigami he had interacted with had moved that fast, and he'd only seen such things in movies. It was either true or he was hallucinating.

However, the hallucinating idea was not out of the question. Light was still wondering how the world had suddenly changed within the time he'd been asleep. He wasn't going to completely disregard the possibility that this was all some dream or illusion, maybe even perhaps a very elaborate plan of L's to get the truth out of him.

Still, all of those seemed quite unlikely. He'd seen supernatural forces at work before, so it wouldn't be too hard for him to accept that there were other such forces n the universe.

He tensed up, but forced his mind to be calm, his body poised a bit for action. Both supernatural creatures he had interacted with personally had threatened his life, and he wasn't about to allow another one to take it.

Besides, it was Ryuk who was supposed to take his life in the end, and Light wasn't about to allow someone to keep him from holding up his end of the bargain...

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spitandviolets
2009-02-25 08:18 pm UTC (link)

A twig snapped behind him. Being lighter than a normal human had its advantages. Her blurred running had been a red herring. The woman, shorter than he, was standing behind him in the shadow of a great and hefty tree. It reminded her of the World Tree, the one on which her husband had died. One pale hand rested delicately against its trunk. She did not look as if she had been running. Every hair was in place, and there was no flush to her skin. She was moving quite normally, taking another step towards him. The leaves on which she stepped barely rustled. Part of her liked being so light.

"Do you always look so rigid when you're walking in the woods?" The dark haired woman's voice was cold, emotionless, flat. There was absolutely no inflection in her voice; some might say that she gave the voice on Macs a run for his money. She stopped moving, her hand resting against the tree, palm flat against its bark. "Why so on edge?"

Laura looked perfectly normal today in most respects. Her long, chestnut colored hair hung straight down, framing her pale, delicate face. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of blue, but they were almost completely hidden by the bruise-like dark circles under them; they appeared sunken and dark, like she was very sick, very tired, or had been punched very, very hard. Even for bruises, though, they were a little extreme. She had on a pair of jeans, which looked sensible in the woods, and a pair of black combat boots. A black, velvet, zip-front sweatshirt completed the look, unzipped just enough to show a little bit of clevage, and the edge of an odd scar that looked like it had stitching. She was not unpleasant to look at, but she was incredibly pale. Natural light was not flattering, especially when she was wearing dark colors. Her flesh almost glowed in the dim shade of the tree. Internally, Laura was glad that she had chosen one of the densest parts of the forest.

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justiceispurity
2009-02-25 08:28 pm UTC (link)

Light set his eyes upon her as soon as she was visible. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked her over. It was a bit dark, but he could tell that there was something very wrong with her. It was hard to distinguish exactly in the bad lighting, but she had a sickly appearance that tended to remind him of several characters back in his world.

One of which was the man this woman was undoubtedly protecting.

He was quite sure this had to be Laura. The look in her eyes, the tone of her voice. Not to mention the fact that he'd apparently been hunted down in the forest by her. The evidence was all there.

He just needed the proof.

"One tends to go on edge when he sees something suspicious in a forest, especially when he believed himself to be alone. There are many dangers out in nature, just as there are many dangers in the city. Each have different types of threats, but all can lead to the inevitable if one is not prepared."

He did not move from his spot, watching her closely. He wouldn't ask about her appearance just yet. He'd ask later, once he felt it was the right time.

"Might I ask your name, madame?"

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spitandviolets
2009-03-01 06:47 pm UTC (link)

"You may ask," she responded, a soft but unsettling smile crossing her face. "Madame, huh? I don't look young enough to get a madamoiselle? That's unfortunate. I'll have to try harder." Her cold hand slid across the bark, chipping off little pieces here and there that were loose. "Must be losing my touch. I thought that I was at least still decent looking."

She stopped moving, her back against the bark, and she turned to stare at him. She was not at all spooked by him, nor was she hesitant to let him know who she was. There were two ways that they could play this: they could be cautious friends, or they could be outright enemies. She would prefer the former. Perhaps, in a new world, he was no longer interested in L or anything having to do with him. The journals, however, asserted the unlikeliness of this option. Thus, she was here on a mission.

"There's no need to be on edge. There's nothing suspicious here. It's just the wind in the trees and the guardians of the forest. The planet is so concerned with keeping your kind alive. You wouldn't find much danger in this wilderness. It shouldn't even be called such. It's far too tame to be wild. Nature. That's a good way to put it. You have a way with words. So polite."

Shaking her hair, letting the breeze blow through it, she seemed to fill the air around her with the scent of a sweet, spicy perfume. That chemical scent, though, and a faint hint of decay, was noticeable and impossible to ignore. It was unsettling. The living typically did not love the scent of the dead.

She took a few steps towards him, extending her hand in a friendly gesture. Today, Laura seemed to glide. In this darkened grove she was at home. The forest, always dark and always embracing that within it, was her domain, even in the day. She knew it well because it was easy to find the living in and among the trees.

"I was called Laura in life. That is how many still address me. It is a pleasure to meet you, Light, the Other Moon."

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justiceispurity
2009-03-02 01:24 pm UTC (link)

Light could smell her disgusting body much more easily now. It was horrid, and much stronger than the smell Ryuk had, since the shinigami had been dead probably from the point he was born. The decaying smell had been long gone, despite the traces of it he had held.

Though, he had benefited from alliances with the dead before. He could do so now. He held out his hand, gently taking hers. He was almost afraid he might rip it off without even trying, so he did not put any pressure into his grip.

"The pleasure is all mine, madamoiselle." He did not kiss the hand, as he feared disease, but he nodded politely. The French sounded a little off, but his English was flawless. He had spent years studying and perfecting it.

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spitandviolets
2009-03-02 02:58 pm UTC (link)

"So few words? Interesting. I'd heard that you were chatty. Ah well. And you needn't feel obligated to call me madamoiselle. I was teasing you, for the most part." His reaction was fascinating. He was so quiet, so still. She wished that she could read minds. If she had that power, she would be unstoppable - perhaps that was why fate had seen fit to deny it.

He didn't seem like the great and terrible evil that she was expecting. Then again, he was very much like Loki. Smooth, probably silver tongued. A devil. She hadn't met many, but she figured that was what they would have been like. At least he was intelligent, and at least he would understand a warning. He might not like it, but there was probably some base survival instinct that would lead him to act in his own best interest. Abiding by any condition Laura gave was usually in someone's own best interest.

If she had known what he thought of her, though, she would have been very upset. Disgusting and horrid were not words that applied to her. She tried very hard to be human. She wasn't THAT dead. She'd had Norn water only three or four days ago. She wasn't that badly decaying. Still, some people were sensitive to such things. She didn't care, and she'd still get angry, but some people had very delicate noses. When he took her hand, he'd find that it was quite firmly rooted in place. Her grip was almost a little too strong. Laura Moon was no delicate corpse. She was, however, as cold as ice. Her skin was frigid, like she was made from stone that had been kept in a freezer. It was also a tad clammy. She smirked, looking up his arm to his face, those dark eyes of hers staring into his own. His warmth was exquisite. Her grip lingered just a little bit longer than was comfortable. She was practically trying to leech the heat out of him; she had no qualms about touching someone like this who touched her first.

There was something almost evil about her look. It was unsettling. Her eyes never blinked, so they stared into his face, locked on his eyes. She did not have the social politesse any longer to think to pull away. "You must have walked a long way. You're so warm. And the blood in your veins, it's positively racing." She focused. His heartbeat was a little faster than usual. She could feel the blood moving through him with each beat. As she concentrated harder, she could feel the plasma moving and the red blood cells floating within it; she could sense an individual blood cell moving through a capillary. Laura had no love of blood, but she loved that human warmth, that...life. Her own veins were less than silent; they were that screeching, hollow, empty silence that bothered her. There was little in them anymore, let alone anything that could, even in theory, move.

"What are you up to, out here all by yourself? Enjoying the weather? How are you finding Mirage? I'm glad I got to run into you. I think you got the wrong impression of me the other day. I hope to set the record straight."

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justiceispurity
2009-03-02 03:30 pm UTC (link)

The talk of warmth was a bit unsettling, but he'd dealt with stares like hers. L, most definitely. He hardly ever blinked and his wide eyes were so dark and analytical that they could be thought of as almost robotic...

Ryuk definitely never blinked. His eyes practically popped out of his head and the color they had was also very strange.

Her stare did not effect him. However, her words about his warmth and the firm grip made him slightly uncomfortable. He wasn't scared, not yet, it would take a lot more to do that, but it was a bit unnerving. He kept his calm demeanor, however, and allowed her to continue holding onto him. If he tried to pull away suddenly, it could be taken offensively, or even possibly as an invitation to fight. No matter the way he looked at it, it could be taken wrongly, and ruin this relationship further. He would wait it out, act completely nice and polite. He'd convince her somehow.

He couldn't afford enemies with no Death Note or shinigami around.

"I would prefer we do so. I don't like getting off to a bad start with anyone. I think both of us got a bit upset during the conversation, especially with my paranoia and fear of being in a new place....In fact, the fear still lingers, as shown by my first response to seeing you here. I came to get some fresh air, hoping I could clear my mind a little. I don't much like sudden changes to my environment...It sets me off-kilter."

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spitandviolets
2009-03-02 03:50 pm UTC (link)

She thought that he might be a little bit off-kilter to begin with. She did not, however, think it wise to voice this opinion. As such, she kept it to herself. While she wasn't polite, she didn't want him to scare him off. She had important things to say.

Realizing that she'd been holding on a little bit too long, she gave his hand one last squeeze and pulled away. "I don't really notice time passing." It was a remark that was as close to an apology as he was getting. She wasn't sorry; that warmth had been delicious. Also, he hadn't pulled away. She wasn't sure it was for lack of wanting to, but he had stayed put. That said something about him. She wished that she was better at reading people. She'd had such a good sense about that in life. Now she was just...inept.

"No, you're right. It serves no purpose, getting off to a bad start. But, I can understand where it comes from. We both have conflicting interests. You see, it is in my interest to keep L safe and to look after him as he has no such person here and supposedly did in life. It is in your interest to prove your innocence, which L disputes, and your insistence puts him ill at ease. His ill ease is a threat because that which upsets him impedes my interest. So you see, Light, you and I have conflicting interests. That tends to be a mood killer right off the bat."

She fell silent. Fact, and the presentation thereof, usually helped. It made things clearer. She liked fact. It held no illusions.

"Is the air fresh?" she said, looking around blandly. Not having a sense of smell was a detriment. Most people didn't appreciate their olfactory nerve. It was the kind of thing one couldn't appreciate until it was gone.

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justiceispurity
2009-03-02 05:41 pm UTC (link)

"...Yes...L dislikes being wrong....to the point that, if he is, he does not want to accept it. I do make him ill...simply because I am proof he was wrong at something. And, yes, it would seem we have conflicting interests, however, we can ignore that part of the situation and try to get to know each other without L involved. If we think of L, we will simply set ourselves up for making an enemy instead of gaining a friend."

He was quiet for a moment, as if regaining his thoughts. "...Yes...the air is fresh...It is already helping me calm down...It smells better than back home...clearer...as if it is not as polluted..."

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spitandviolets
2009-03-05 10:02 am UTC (link)

"What was your life like on Earth?" she asked, seemingly out of the blue. "Did you value it? Do you value it still despite the fact that it has changed, drastically, for better or for worse? What did you do? What did you like? Who did you consider a friend?" A pause. He was from the same place L was taken from. "What is Japan like?"

Laura sat down on the grass, leaning against a tree. If he wanted to make a friend, she'd do her best to be one. It'd be easier to watch him that way. Being dead had taught her how to be tactical. While she only had speed and strength on her side, she was a woman, and she had been clever in the past. That clever nature led to problems most of the time, but trouble could always be used to an advantage. It could certainly cause a distraction.

How could such a normal looking boy be a murderer? She had to consider it, over and over, wondering how and what he must have been like, really, on the inside to do what L said he had done. Still, L was the most intelligent person that she had ever known. He didn't need to lie, just as she didn't need to listen to lies. Death was an empirical truth, and it was such truths that she cared for. They made sense. If humans lied less, perhaps they could enjoy their lives more. Unfortunately, they enjoyed too much being cruel and pulling the wool over their own eyes. She knew it to be true; she had done it to herself.

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