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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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To be fair, the only reason Mello hasn't pulled a gun on his reincarnation is because he doesn't yet have one.
He's heard enough of this sanctimonious crap. Having someone who shares his face ask him not to take the Lord's name in vain is beyond anything he'd thought he'd see in this life or the next, but worse than that is the preaching. Dear god, he's still going on.
But the hardest part, and what he'll never admit, is that there's a very small part of him that's glad for his double - that he's found a different purpose in life and seems genuinely more at ease with it. In a way, that's better than having a reincarnation follow him up who's exactly the same in every way. These thoughts are buried under a torrent of confused frustration.]
Just shut up. Look.
[Mello sighs, running a hand through raggedy blond hair.]
You want in my good graces? You seem to know a little about me so maybe you'll figure it out. In the meanwhile, I'm going to need some space from you.
You make my stomach turn.
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Micah might have been angry, once, hearing the sorts of things Mello says to him now, has said from the start. When he was younger, he would have railed against being told to shut up, but not now. Micah doesn't know everything - he doesn't know much - but he knows enough what it felt like to be Mello. So it doesn't upset him.
And he's been clear about communicating boundaries. Micah can certainly respect that.]
Sounds like the kind of thing Freud would have a field day with.
[He half-smiles at the other man.]
I guess it's good for both of us that he isn't here, huh.
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[At this point, he wouldn't be surprised if the man did show up. Time travel is easier to take in than an other-dimensional or reincarnated variant of himself. He wouldn't have to look at Freud and see a self that could have been.
Though he would have to take a moment to ask the guy of he'd ever met a shinigami. That might put some rumors to rest.
If Mello has any empathy for his double it's worn thin by the way the other blond looks at him. He's seen as the one needing help, and he can feel it. Some people needed to understand that the right path for them might not be the right path for someone else. It's not salvation Mello seeks, and it never has been.]
Tell me what ship you get placed on, and any other useful information you might learn.
[And for fuck's sake, send some chocolate his way.]
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You realize what a contradiction that is, right? Saying you want space but demanding information.
[Not that he'll refuse either request - it's just interesting. Micah had a general idea that Mello had a strong personality, but the details being fleshed out by direct conversation with him have only sparked his curiosity more than before.]
Yeah, all right. I'll be in touch if I find anything out.
[It's not that Micah is desperate for Mello's approval; he just doesn't see the point in refusing. And he does mean what he said about being an ally.]
Let me ask you something - you really tell people to call you Mello? I know Lazarus said real names were a big important secret for all of you at the House, but I gotta say, I'm curious how you came up with that.
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This reincarnation might not be anything like him, but he can already tell that Micah is the sort of person who'd do as he asked as long as the request was harmless and beneficial to both of them.
As for that last question, though...]
You'll just have to stay curious, I'm afraid.
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[He shrugs. That's simple enough.]
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[At least it's a name that was chosen, unlike "Lazarus". His real name is too close to Micah's in how it sounds. He'd hate for people to get them any more confused than they already will.]
Mello will do.
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Though he doesn't offer any other closing words as he leaves.]