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driftfleet2016-02-06 07:55 pm
planmade) wrote in driftfleet2016-02-06 07:55 pm
001 ♱ arrival (video)
Who: Mihael "Mello" Keehl & open.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Marsiva. Hospitality deck.
When: Current.
[Mihael's eyes blink open slowly, then immediately sharpen. He sits up with a jerk, barely keeping himself from looking visibly panicked, from bringing a hand to his chest to feel for a heartbeat. In that split second after waking his mind is flooded with several thoughts at once, the foremost being that he's alive, which doesn't make sense given what he knows about the Death Note and what he's sure he felt only moments before. If he's alive then there's a good chance that Kira is involved, and that wherever he is would be monitored by the enemy.
But then, this also doesn't seem like Kira's style. The self-proclaimed god of the new world just killed people that were in his way, often even when keeping them alive might have served his purposes better. This means that something has to have gotten in the way of that - an unwritten rule, perhaps, or another shinigami. He'd always been ahead of them when it came to how the books truly worked.
There's a chill, but it's not in the air. He feels it deep in his bones, and he laments the loss of his coat. He hadn't been wearing it when he'd "died", and a glance around lets him know that it at least isn't in the room with him. His vest doesn't do much against the cold, though if it's coming from within an extra layer over his skin might not do much anyway. Is this normal? Part of the process of foiling the note? Having this big of an information gap is infuriating. He doesn't have his gun either, but that's the least surprising revelation so far.
He sits up, sliding to the edge of the cot. The room is completely unfamiliar and sterile. If someone is monitoring him, then they'll expect him to check the door. Might as well not keep them waiting. He's not even sure he should be surprised when it opens. Even if it's some sort of trap, whatever's out here has to be able to tell him more than what's in that little room. The attempt on his life has already been made, and it would be a waste of resources to go through all this trouble just to try and kill him again right away.
Leaving the door ajar for a few moments more, he does a final check of the room to make sure he isn't leaving anything behind. He pats himself down, too, as new additions to his person were very possible in this situation. The bump behind his ear gets a deep frown out of him, and messing with it proves to be too uncomfortable. A bug, perhaps. A tracking device. Both. He'll have to watch what he says.
In his pocket is... not his cell phone. Something else. When he flips it open he's met with an unfamiliar interface - unfamiliar, but not difficult. This is something. It's a step toward figuring out what's going on, and he's thumbing through entries as he finally leaves the room.
Some time later, he finally addresses the network himself.]
Disregard any messages from another I.D. of someone with my name and face.
And you. You'll talk to me.
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Marsiva. Hospitality deck.
When: Current.
[Mihael's eyes blink open slowly, then immediately sharpen. He sits up with a jerk, barely keeping himself from looking visibly panicked, from bringing a hand to his chest to feel for a heartbeat. In that split second after waking his mind is flooded with several thoughts at once, the foremost being that he's alive, which doesn't make sense given what he knows about the Death Note and what he's sure he felt only moments before. If he's alive then there's a good chance that Kira is involved, and that wherever he is would be monitored by the enemy.
But then, this also doesn't seem like Kira's style. The self-proclaimed god of the new world just killed people that were in his way, often even when keeping them alive might have served his purposes better. This means that something has to have gotten in the way of that - an unwritten rule, perhaps, or another shinigami. He'd always been ahead of them when it came to how the books truly worked.
There's a chill, but it's not in the air. He feels it deep in his bones, and he laments the loss of his coat. He hadn't been wearing it when he'd "died", and a glance around lets him know that it at least isn't in the room with him. His vest doesn't do much against the cold, though if it's coming from within an extra layer over his skin might not do much anyway. Is this normal? Part of the process of foiling the note? Having this big of an information gap is infuriating. He doesn't have his gun either, but that's the least surprising revelation so far.
He sits up, sliding to the edge of the cot. The room is completely unfamiliar and sterile. If someone is monitoring him, then they'll expect him to check the door. Might as well not keep them waiting. He's not even sure he should be surprised when it opens. Even if it's some sort of trap, whatever's out here has to be able to tell him more than what's in that little room. The attempt on his life has already been made, and it would be a waste of resources to go through all this trouble just to try and kill him again right away.
Leaving the door ajar for a few moments more, he does a final check of the room to make sure he isn't leaving anything behind. He pats himself down, too, as new additions to his person were very possible in this situation. The bump behind his ear gets a deep frown out of him, and messing with it proves to be too uncomfortable. A bug, perhaps. A tracking device. Both. He'll have to watch what he says.
In his pocket is... not his cell phone. Something else. When he flips it open he's met with an unfamiliar interface - unfamiliar, but not difficult. This is something. It's a step toward figuring out what's going on, and he's thumbing through entries as he finally leaves the room.
Some time later, he finally addresses the network himself.]
Disregard any messages from another I.D. of someone with my name and face.
And you. You'll talk to me.
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[Ironically, his alias is barely more well known than his real name, nowadays, and he has to carefully consider what to call himself.]
If you're going to ask for a name, though, you may want to give yours first.
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[Ryuzaki... an alias of L's. But even if it's been some time since he's spoken with the man, he'd never forget his mentor's voice. This isn't quite the same.
There's one other he knows has used this name, but that's quite a leap to make. It isn't as though the name Ryuzaki is so rare that those are the only two people it could belong to.]
I'm Mihael.
[A last minute decision, just in case.]
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[He's flexible. Doesn't sound particularly apologetic about it, either.]
Pleased to meet you, Mihael.
[The name doesn't really mean anything to B - he's used to seeing so many names every day, they all fade from his memory unless he has a reason to remember them.]
Though I suppose this could hardly be called a meeting, in the traditional sense.
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This man's attitude is bugging him in any case.]
Maybe not.
Was there something else you wanted?
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[There are a lot of things B wants, and none of them are within reach.]
Usually it goes the other way around.
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[If he doesn't want to say anything about his duplicate, then he has to have spoken up out of his own curiosity or because he felt like trolling. Mihael doesn't have much time for either.]
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And what have you concluded.
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[Halfway true, at least - there's not much evidence, but that doesn't mean B hasn't formed the beginning of an idea as to Mihael's personality.]
If I were inclined to draw a hasty conclusion based on only this limited interaction, however, I'd say you're awfully insecure to be making such a demand right out of the gate.
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If he was L or Near, he'd have some percent of a chance thought up, but that's just not his style. Most of those felt like bullshitting anyway. In any case, he needs to tread carefully.]
Hah... Is that right? I guess you can call it insecurity if you want. I wouldn't want to shatter this mental image you're building of me.
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[As if that's entirely a commonplace thing.]
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[His main goal had simply been to get the other's attention in the first place. What others thought of his methods was irrelevant.]
Mm. I've heard of it.
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[He says this more than a little condescendingly, as if this is the most obvious idea that even a child would consider.]
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Of course multiple dimension are possible. That doesn't make me care for the situation any more. I have my own reasons for the way I am.
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[His second line, no less.]
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[He's flexible. He also doesn't sound especially bothered about being corrected.]
I suppose what counts as obvious is rather subjective.
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[Sometimes what counts as obvious is... very obvious.]
Look, if you're not going to be helpful then I really don't have time for you right now.
[Later, on the other hand...]
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