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Success [ L + M] [ Closed]

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Perhaps. L was immature, though, and like all immature people both defeat and boredom took it’s toll. For now, boredom had given him nothing to look forward to in following days, only making his future bleak and undesirable. There was no point in being in an endless loop, left without challenge and victory.

Crouching back into his nest of pillows, he plucked a half consumed lollipop from its laid out wrapper and plopped it in his mouth. Round eyes targeting Mello, he left out a breath of air.

"It’s been quite some time since we have seen each other. Naturally you should want to know about the school, but would it not be wiser to start off on a pleasant note? I’ve been quite well, thank you for asking. If you’ve wondered, Watari is also fine. Up until I came here he had been watching your movements. From what I heard most recent, he was pleased about something you did. Would you mind filling me in on what exactly that was?"

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Maybe it was just a loop, but L should know that he could break out of that. Even with the cameras. Even with the bear, or whatever had been being talked for on the television. There was an escape. There was a way out. The embodiment of case solving himself just had to be as intelligent and quick on his street smarts as Mello was. Not that he could really do that, though. From what Mello knew of him and his past, L had been sheltered, kept away from the life of hanging on the streets. All the hardships of getting caught up in something, having to escape and move quickly were unknown to him. Sure, he had probably seen shows on it, maybe even demonstrations, but had he ever done it himself? No. Probably not.

At hand, however, the teenager's face made slight contortion at his superior. Here the shitty bastard was getting comfortable, gnawing on candy and demanding he show some sort of concern. Instead of doing what was requested, he was playing games, being a downright asshole and testing how much patience he could be given. Fucker.

"I don't know what it was. " A faint lie, as he had an idea but simply didn't want to be in the dorm for more than he had to. "And I don't really care. I'm not here to swap stories and give into your ego. I want information, I want my gun and then I want to leave so you can go back to being 'dead'."

#man i need to focus on learning how to do more actions

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Success [ L + M] [ Closed]

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While there is neither empathy or sympathy within L, he knows how Mello feels. Hearing of this school, this ‘academy’, he’d obviously needed to learn more. Why should he go somewhere he was invited for no true purpose other than his excelled mind? Sure, that was a question. More to the point, how had Monobear known where to find him? Why hadn’t any of his other stolen aliases gotten an invitation? What was the true purpose of the letter?

If an old foe had awaited him within the confines of the murder prison, he had gladly slouched openly in. If he were to die by leading into a ‘clever’ ruse, so be it. The people here had been a disappointment. The trials here, however, had been an even larger one. Every day people could solve these. Where was the twist? The planning to catch the perpetrator? Where was the challenge?

There wasn’t one. Not a single person had so far been able to give him a case he had to ponder on. While they fought week after week to keep their reoccurring lives, he opted out. For some time Naegi had kept him up to date on the trials, the people, information of the school and it’s condition. Now? He has seen how pointless that is. If the good thing to do here is kill, and a life is returned to the victim regardless, what justice is there to be served? A life for a life.

Both come back.

Pointless. And thus, L’s depression was born anew. Enclosing himself in his dorm, though currently his lodge room, he had receded to other thoughts. Watching the pettiness of Monotwitter had it’s advantages, but the only thing he gained from it was fire power. Bullets he could hardly find a use for.

Ah, but the feed was telling him his visitor had arrived. After a quick response, he stood from his bed, tiptoed across the mattress, and let his feet sink into the carpet. Silently, he crossed to the threshold and opened it. No need for defensive maneuvers, Mello. L has no intentions of harming you yet.

"Mn, you just barely made your time limit." And with that, he turned from his would-be-successor and resumed his perch at the head of his bed. "Feel free to seat yourself somewhere, though as I said, mind the sweets. I believe I have enough for quite some time, however, I fear I might become a glutton and waste it all too soon."

Enough about him, though. Come into the warmth, Mello.

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Depression. Ha. That was something for weak people, people who didn't make effort. Mello would never fall victim to something so petty. Even if he didn't like the environment the school had to offer, or even the people within it, he'd make due. Ignoring them, going on with his own life, killing them off one by one and knocking out any left over pieces; yeah. That was how he would do it. No depression. No moping. No anything but getting the job done. He might have been the more emotional one of the successors, but he was no A. Never would he succumb to something as low as falling into a spiral of nothingness.

That being said, as the higher up opened the door, he frowned and stepped inside; his level of annoyance already tumbling. Of course he'd be scolded. Of course that stupid, flat-line, emotionless face would make an appearance and metaphorically flick him on the nose. It wasn't like he could be praised, right? Whatever. He didn't have time to kindle on the fact that L was too dumb to learn that greetings like that would piss people off. If he wanted to get in and get out as quickly as possible, he'd have to shut his mouth, hold back the desire to sock his elder's moronic face, and be patient. "Tell me what you know."

#lllllllloser #i cant match up im sorry

Success [ L + M] [ Closed]

Alright, L. You win. After the messages on the phone, he's coming. He knows this is a psychological reverse and all that bullshit, but he needs help. So far, the only thing he can grasp about this school is that its a cesspool for excuses of life that just wanted a change at love. He expected more, thought that he may even have to fight for his life and weasel his way through, but alas- he's disappointed. If this is what Hope's Peak Academy has to offer, then no thanks. He'll take the ticket that got him here and give it to someone else, free as charge. People who waste their lives having sex, posting nudes, crying about said nudes being posted, and then going off about how being a 'slut' is this and that, are not worth his time. He's been in the red district before and to no avail had the 'lovers' side been his cup of tea. Not that these kids and their pathetic excuse of a 'killing' school were anything like such a place. Oh no. He was sure that none of them would survive out on the streets with prostitutes, drug dealers, and the mafia. They were all wimps. Big, crying sacks of flesh that could have been used to create a more useful of a person, and to be frank-- he was already tired of it. Where was the successions? The minds who actually possessed something more than 'give me a good fuck to make some drama'? Dead already? Surely not, right?

He extorts a sigh, his posture settling itself in front of the room with the name 'Rue Ryuzaki' on the golden plaque beside the sturdy, yet obviously cheap door. He knows this won't end well. He knows that his anger will ignite, set fire, and he'll probably try to end his predecessor's pitiful excuse of life-- but, he was here anyway. If there was anyone who knew of humans, or maybe even non-humans like Kira, around in the academy; L would. Even if he could just get a sapling of information out of him, he could use that, wipe out the actual threats, get his gun, blow the heads off of the rest of the school's population, including L, and then leave. A mouthful, yes; maybe even something that might take a bit of time, but an action he could complete nonetheless. For now though, he settles with taking his phone out; sending a text to the older, and awaiting the opening of the door; stance prepared to defend himself if needed.

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There's a box outside his door! Inside is a gun! A fake one. A terribly made fake one with 'pew pew' written on the side of it. The little tag hanging off has "-Rue Ryuzaki" scrawled on it.

Is this some kind of joke. He got out of his bed just to find a fake gun and some shitty writing with it? No. No. He doesn't like that. He's annoyed now. Someone was mocking him for not having a gun. Actually, wait. They probably had his gun and were trying to taunt him because he didn't have it. Yeah. He knows now. And he knows exactly who did it.