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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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[
Multiple Donald Trumps would be a terrible thing.That doesn't explain a whole lot, but it's something. It's a similar situation in that everyone was basically a pawn.]Tell me about the group you were in.
cw mention of scars
I don't know how many were there in total ... mostly I met people who were from the same place I'd been before, in Japan. There was another Seta - he had the same memories, from what we could tell, and he looked just like me, down to the scars from childhood accidents.
[All except one - he'd sliced his hand open on a piece of his destroyed TV World glasses after Nanako died and needed stitches. That was, of course, before Melasurei, before Souji acquired the thin scar across his left cheek, and others, too.]
There was a girl who looked like us and had similar experiences, too, but her name was Narukami, not Seta.
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[He frowns. Coming from another location that allowed doubles seems more common than not. Why, then, had he come straight from his own world.]
You mean she was a female version of you? ... I suppose that's just as possible as anything else right now.
[Figuring out shinigami was bad enough.]
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[Souji shrugs.]
I guess anything is possible.
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[Clearly something like that weirds Mello out, at least. But then, anyone could probably adapt to something like this after a while.]
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[Not as much as he found the other Seta unsettling, at first. But Souji got over that, more or less, after time and his experiences in Melasurei and their talks afterward.]
We might be similar, but she's still another person entirely.
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... What else can you tell me about that place?
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Each place was different. Melasurei is a city in Purgatory. Questing Country is a sort of shared unconscious dreamspace. And the Liminal Spaces ... those were always different. Time didn't move normally there. Once it was an endless highway full of cars that drove themselves. Another time it was just a bunch of spheres, and whatever you drew came to life.
[He shrugs.]
It's not usually like that here, though.
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[Mello doesn't like being thrown off. And all of this is seriously throwing him off. He can only do one question at a time.]