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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.
no subject
[He'd thought he might give that name up, if he somehow managed to survive, but it seems it's intent to follow him here. And perhaps that's best. He's been using it longer than his real one.]
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[She inclines her head in a sight nod. Hello.]
I sincerely hope we can move forward from here.
[Please don't cause problems, Mello. Pretty please.]
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[He'd only been testing the waters anyway.]
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How'd you manage to get your funds frozen?
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You're giving me far too much credit. That's ships as in all the ships. You can thank Atroma for it.
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[He's mentally going over what might have been included with the engineer upgrades in case he can work sleeping arrangements out in there somehow.]
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[No clue.]
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It's a candy you don't eat, but chew until the flavor is gone. It has very little value, normally.
[Of all the ridiculous things...]
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I'd say I'm surprised but I'm n-
Why would anyone make a candy you don't eat? What a waste.
i had to relocate this image just for you
Some varieties let you expand the gum with air to make a sort of bubble before popping it and returning the remains to your mouth. It's not considered very classy.
c:
[It's weird. And dumb. Waste of sugar.]
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You kind of have to understand some things about my world to get it. Don't worry about it.
[In other words, he'd rather not spend any more time talking about gum than he has to.]