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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.
[ video ]
And why should we do that?
[just because he's not you doesn't make him any less a person to be listened to.]
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[Honestly he doesn't expect most people to listen to him, but at least he got his doppleganger's attention.]
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[He's not going to pretend he's the most polite person in the galaxy.]
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[And she sees no further point in continuing the conversation. She's not about to chide a stranger for being rude to another stranger, and even if she recognizes his face and voice, it's pretty obvious that he doesn't recognize her. And it wasn't like 'because this other guy is actually my evil twin' or 'one of us can only tell the truth and the other only tells lies' type of thing, it was just some Class A demonstration of 'me me me me ME' so, yeah. She's done.]
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Does it bother you so much? Do you know this other man?
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Don't see how that's any of your business.
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[Whether it's his business or not. And he'd say it most certainly is.]
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Lookin' like ya doesn't mean it's got anythin' ta do with ya. Sounds like you're just the nosy sort.
[Is that right, detective?]
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[He shrugs.]
I'm a private sort of guy. I think it's fair to be bothered by having a double walking around I wasn't aware of.
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[Rogue wasn't exactly sure why she was indulging in arguing. It was more than clear by now that he had no memory of her.]
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[She can say what she wants, but Mello isn't someone to take well to being duplicated.]
If others here know him, I'd like to hear about him from an outside perspective.
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[But remember, she hadn't really wanted to continue this conversation in the first place, so that's all ya get. :)]
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[I thought we had something special, Rogue.]
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[BadumCHING. She's been spending too much time around a certain Cajun, clearly. And fortunately for everyone, she just laughs a little and shakes her head, not belaboring the point.]
After all this build up, I'm sorry ta leave ya [unsatisfied, no no, let's not take the joke too far] disappointed. I might understand your case, but I haven't changed my mind. It isn't any of your business.
[And then she remembers, really, that the poor guy just woke up here. And she relents, slightly.] No, I don't think I know him.
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[He's not really amused, but he isn't going to get angry now either. it isn't worth it.]
It's not nice to lead a guy on like that.
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A position which she maintains.
However, she's not about to hand over that kind of lever, so she just arches an eyebrow at him.]
I never said I was nice.
[In fact, she tended to warn people about the exact opposite.]
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True, you never did.
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With that out of the way, [you're rude, she's not nice] I reckon I should welcome you to the fleet. So - who welcome.
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[Such light but obvious sarcasm.]
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[Kind of like dreams, except not.]