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L [Lawliet]
31 July 2009 @ 03:57 pm
[There's a long pause, then a thoughtful, monotone hum.]

Very apocalyptic.
L [Lawliet]
20 July 2009 @ 10:52 pm
The Shadow Temple, as it happens, is a very unpleasant form of accomodation.

I am quite glad to be rid of it.
L [Lawliet]
09 July 2009 @ 04:02 am
[The clatter as the recording flickers to life betrays it as accidental (most likely, at least). Something - someone - can be heard skidding over ground, messy ground, strewn with debris. Glass can be heard, crunching underfoot and tinkling, musical. There’s a pregnant pause, one of those short ones that seems so much longer.

And then the sound of a few sprinted steps. Air whistles – a strike, and there’s a definite collision, someone grunting from the force of it. Again, and again, it goes on, barehanded and quick, nothing to paint the picture but the pace of the footsteps, the negative space left gaping in between them. There’s another vocalisation, low, pained – and then it spikes into alarm as L is brought down. He can be heard hitting the ground – there’s one of those sickening
scuffing sounds as he skids, tries to pull himself up and into another attack, and fails.

There’s a dull, wet thud, and then silence.

Silence, but for a silk-soft scraping sound. Glass, perhaps. Glass being sifted through (until just the right piece is found) and then, tearing fabric, unusually loud, before it falls quiet again.

Long, festering quiet – and it is
long this time, not just some illusion of it. In fact, it seems like the feed might just cut out…

The sound that comes can scarcely be described. It’s sharp and low at once, barely even audible. It’s a
wet sound, a sick sound. A cut maybe.

And L’s voice, his usually monotone voice, is twisted up into a yell, wordless and agonized.

(What follows it, very soft, may just be a snigger.)

The cry trails off into a slurred, tremulous groan, dizzy with pain.

And then, that quiet.

One more sound – somehow, it’s vaguely reminiscent of the ripping fabric.

But it doesn’t matter anyway. It hardly lasts long.

It’s drowned out by the sound of L
L [Lawliet]
19 June 2009 @ 04:53 pm
I believe I shall wait a while before returning home. Matt, you may not wish to extend that invite to me for now, however kind of you it was.

Mello. I see you have joined us. A sizeable basket of chocolate was left in my care, but I'm afraid it no longer exists as you know it.

I hope whoever it was that found themselves stuck in the clocktower managed to free themselves. That could be quite a safety hazard.

[There's a pause, and then a surprising sort of yelp as something explodes.]

...I believe I preferred the rolling.

I will address this to anyone who owns a cat: please keep an eye on them.

I was very curious, you see.
L [Lawliet]
04 June 2009 @ 04:41 pm
[The feed comes on with a clatter. Evidently, it's been dropped on rock. But that's barely audible over the loud, rolling crunch...

Which stops sharply. The noise this time is definitely a voice. Oop. Weird voice, though.

Oh it has fallen again.

[Faintly recognisable. Ohrr.]

Oh, and it has switched itself on again.

I must develop a way to better secure the communicator when rolling.

It is, however, entertaining.

L [Lawliet]
18 May 2009 @ 08:12 pm
I believe I may almost have missed this place, despite being far more used to the busier cities. It has it's own quaint - if somewhat gloomy - charm. And I also find myself far better stocked.

Mr. Urameshi - or may I call you Yuusuke now? - are you at all acquainted with the works of Shakespeare?
L [Lawliet]
10 May 2009 @ 08:42 pm
...It may be time to stock up.
L [Lawliet]
02 May 2009 @ 09:33 am
[A small hum, thoughtful.]

It seems I have spent the last four days or so sleeping rough.

...I suppose I should be grateful.
L [Lawliet]
24 April 2009 @ 10:36 pm
All in all, quite a macabre set up.

Miss Hawkeye, please add my name to the Task Force roster.

Aaron, it seems I still have some things left over from Easter. We could try our hand at fondue. Or you could, I confess I have little of that sort of experience.
L [Lawliet]
09 April 2009 @ 11:28 am
[L's voice, whilst not happy by any means, is upbeat, determined. Well, as much as that monotone can be.]

Be careful, everyone. It seems our suspicions were confirmed.

[Locked to Wammy's Boys/Ada]

[And it falls back into that flat, dour patina.]

Finally, a move made. As much as I dislike doing nothing, that was necessary.

I wonder if he can see every word.

[And that, of course, was said in a voice that didn't seem to be wondering anything at all, the only curiosity in it idle.]

Ada, who else is working on this case?

[Locked to the Crimson King]

You have been busy recently.