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@lawfuliet
𝐀𝐏𝐏 | 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 | 𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀
[L no Theme]
His name is L.
He also has dozens of other aliases.
You're not supposed to know who he is, even though he is a cultural icon of 2000's anime.
Genius detective dropped into Spirale, what will he do?
Current objective: bring the person who inflicted the biased cake tax, to justice.
Has anybody seen Watari?
Kira DNI-- unless you're ready to confess and turn yourself in.
❝ Oooh! So you're like, one of those coppers who chases the baddies down or something? Totally nuts for justice that you're wishing more would happen? Because yeah. It is pretty awful outing yourself like that. Downright horrendous. Are you the type that rigs some nasty atrocities behind the scenes just to raise your success rates in the stats? ❞
He should had kept his thoughts to himself.
"No, I'm not that type. But when my profession isn't in demand, I'm left without much to do, and I get antsy. Setting up a staged crime wouldn't give me anything to solve. The mystery is not there, and the culprit would be. . .
Myself."
What was this person on about?
"Why would I want to play pretend only to capture myself as the culprit?"
" The crime rate in Spirale is very low. That doesn't give me a lot of work to do, and. . . To be honest, it makes everything very boring. Maybe that's awful to admit. "
Cold hot dogs and chocolate are canceled
>Package of cold hot dogs >Chocolate fondue warmed on stove >Dipping engage >Coat that shit >Chocolate dog >Homph
His hand is swatted away and the stocky man can't even bring it in himself to be bothered with it. The way the English Roses, multiple of them now, clung to his neck and the back of his scalp like a botanical scarf made him itch in a way that made such small slights trivial.
"Ugh."
The noise leaves him before he can even think to help it. His one shoulder hitching up to try an shrug the blooms off before his fingers twitch at the urge to pluck at them.
He abstains.
"Jesus Fuckin Christ, 'course ya don't know Nowt. Can't be helped when ya just go grabbin any ol' Muppet on the street for answers."
Brown, irritated eyes look to the seemingly unbothered man whom *he* had grabbed mind you- and pauses....When he had said Muppet, he hadn't meant like the actual little felt lined puppets. But peering at this stranger, he can't help but notice a bit of a similarity to the one..the guy with the big eyes..and the explosives. Crazy Henry? David couldn't recall it in the moment.
"...Nah, you're right. Sorry 'bout-- that."
Comparing the lankier man to a marionette-puppet hybrid seems to have soothed some of his earlier agitation. If going off the way he gestures towards the end of L's white sweater where he had grabbed prior.
"It's likely just somethin' that'll pass in a few days or whatever. These things never last long anyways."
" A Muppet? I've been compared to a few things before, but never a muppet. "
It wasn't his fault that he was lanky. And did he really have the facial expression of one of those puppets? Much to ponder. Not right now though. This man confronting him could be a potential issue if he did not calm himself.
" It's a good thing that I'm not a muppet, or else you'd be stuck with nonsense for information. While I don't have a conclusive explanation of what is happening, it won't be difficult to solve after some digging, " L explains in a matter-of-fact tone.
" Do you recall when and where you where when this condition started? Let's narrow down the possibilities. "
L did not involve himself in many cases involving viruses. Biological warfare was shadowy business that piqued his interest, but there was no indication that this phenomena was the result of aggression from another society. There had been no sign of anything existing outside of this city, so that eliminated the possibility.
It had to be the work of something on a much smaller scale-- but city-wide sickness was still nothing to wave off.
" It does?! "
Masa is in so awe of this information that he forgets the whole he'd been staring this stranger - or rather just the shaved ice- so intently he'd been spotted. He'd seen shaved ice before but these syrups looked far more colourful than he'd ever witnessed...
" It is impressive that you have already found employment... " Masa notes, mostly out of politeness for he's still far more taken by the treat.
" Hm? "
Masa looks down to his plate.
" Um... "
He'd like to?
" You're hesitating. I'll take that as a 'yes'. "
Whether or not it was rude to ask for another person's food was debatable. L had been watching that tasty morsal go untouched for the past couple of minutes. It couldn't be at peak freshness anymore.
And of course: the worst he could be told, is no.
" My employment is completely independent. I'm a detective. I choose which cases I pick up, and which organizations I affiliate with. Perhaps it's unfair for me to compare myself to those who came here empty handed and without opportunities. But I make those for myself. "
Well, look at that! Someone came to visit him! With a flourish, the Darkner bows at the other.
"Thaaaaat's me! The one and only Mr. Ant Tenna, at your service! I take TV very seriously."
("Because I am a TV.")
With a spin, he stands up straight again, sticking the end of that spin perfectly. He must do this a lot.
"Well, Mr. Ryuzaki, you've come to the right place! Come step into my office."
The doors don't open automatically for him like they did in his old domain, but a wave of a hand got the automatic sensor to do it for him. It wasn't the same, but it would do.
"You want a coffee? Tea? Apple juice?"
" Yes. I can see that. You take TV very seriously. "
Because he is a TV. Interesting.
With the door open and an invitation to step inside, L makes his way into Tenna's office. Generally, televisions are used to decorate a living space. If L were to mention to anybody that there was a sentient CRT with furniture and paint preferences, he would sound insane. And perhaps he was insane to begin with. After all, he was the one who decided to approach a TV for a serious conversation today.
" Tea is fine. Tea, sugar and milk, " L gets himself comfortable in a chair, tucking his knees to his chest and crouching.
" How long have you been operating this studio, Mr. Ant Tenna? It's quite the building you have. "
Ah, even here it seems he isn't free from strangers asking him for assistance...
Really, his first instinct is to simply say "no" and keep walking. But... hm, well, if he makes a pit stop here, perhaps he could pick up some after-supper treats for the girls and Olruggio...
"Generally, one would offer a bit more information when propositioning another for a favor. What, exactly, are you looking to get from this?"
" You could have said 'no' outright if you're not willing to help. But since you have asked for more information, that means you are at very least open to the potential. "
L holds up the phone that he was given.
" First I have to say, this technology is incredible. I haven't used such a cellphone before, " and with no buttons!
" You can do everything on it. Call, send email, leave voicemail, even complete transactions. That is where I need help. It appears that when I make attempts to purchase one particular item, I am charged a fee on top of the cost. This is not the case with anybody else I have investigated. I have reason to believe that I am being monitored with this device. If you have a moment, I would like to test if you will be met with the same fee if you make the purchase for me with this cellphone. "
I'm back from Anime North and playing catch up! I'm caught up on Kashimo and Midvalley. Next up is L and Legato tomorrow night and Saturday.
I failed, I'm too sleepy from going to the movies and my brain isn't big enough to write L. Tomorrow!
Send a ⚾️ + item to throw that item at my muse!
I'm back from Anime North and playing catch up! I'm caught up on Kashimo and Midvalley. Next up is L and Legato tomorrow night and Saturday.
Sure the first week had been fine. The pollen had been plentiful and maybe his allergies had been whack, but who's weren't when an entire city was painted yellow?
At least be grateful it wasn't Bradford Pear.
It was not fine, however, when after that first week he had felt something scratchy and distracting curl up around his favorite English Rose tattoo-- Flowers. And he hadn't even done anything yet.
The growing annoyance and unease lights a desperation he hasn't felt in a while that results in him reaching out blindly and catching the hem of the nearest person's clothes.
"Aye- uh- is there a way to make this shit go 'way?"
" Uh? "
His neck pops from how quickly he whips around in surprise. If this was an attempted robbery, then the perpetrator wasn't acting with much skill.
" What? "
L brings a finger up to the side of his mouth. Once he realizes that the barrel of a gun wasn't being brought to his temple, any sense of urgency in his mind came to a halt.
He reaches down and smacks away the man's hand from his shirt. The cotton was stretch like that. With an unchanged expression, the detective presents his query:
" Do you mean the flowers? No, I don't know how to get rid of them yet. The health department hasn't made an announcement regarding this unusual illness either. That is peculiar to me. "
Why, just this morning, L had noticed the pollen scattered over his own skin.
" It's spreading everywhere like weeds, but, if it was a simple case of traveling via air like a respiratory illness, everyone would be a carrier by now at least. "
"Surely 'tis a jest."
"You're saying the Shrimp Devil fried that rice?"
" Based off of how it looks. This rice is evidence of devilish mishandling before being fried. "
by Yeon Hajeong
art republished with artist’s permission
@ilsecng
" No, my staring isn't for any purpose beyond keeping an eye out for my surroundings. I don't get out much, " he admits plainly. Wide eyes and unkempt hair made the young detective appear rather strange. It made sense that somebody would get uncomfortable or confused if his gaze lingered on them for too long.
" You do have some crumbs on your shirt though, if that bothers you, " L brings his tea to his lips and takes a long sip of it, and he smacks his lips with delight.
It needs more cream.
@dangoronin
" This? Eating a large amount of sugar helps keep my thoughts sharp. My cognition works at a fast pace, and so my brain burns away calories just as quickly as I consume them, " he explains as a spoonful of shaved ice finds its way into his mouth.
" I'm the type of person who works well under pressure, but these circumstances are unusual, even for me. I will be working at all hours for the time being, " L shifts in his seat, and points his spoon to the sticky plate of dango sitting in front of the other man at the table.
" Are you going to finish that? "
