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independent death note rp
originally iiustitia.
7+ years of roleplay experience ● semi-selective ● oc welcoming ● script, para, multipara & novella ● skype available for mutuals ● icons & gif icons ● currently no live-action face claim ● multi-verse & multiship ● familiar with both anime & manga
i. ii. iii. iv.
❝ ... I think your little afternoon readin' is takin' up round ninety-nine percent of MY half of the table.
-------ninety-nine and five, actually. ❞
shirtliess; I AM SO CLOSE. SO. FRIGGIN. CLOSE. TO DOING THIS.
SCENARIO: Gray & Droopy Eyes
he attached a 'KICK ME' sign on D.E.'s back.
victory!
"You make a habit of starin' at every bloke who walks past, or'm I just the lucky one of the lot?"
✍
Ⅸ ---------- ⊱ Pathetic. He was so pathetic, it was disgusting. How could he have underestimated her? He should have known from the very beginning that there was a reason why L had chosen her. Though he had to admit, he was rather impressed by her deductive skills as an average individual, for most agents of her caliber would not have solved his little clues or gotten his little hints as quickly as Naomi Misora had. He had deducted that she had taken only half the time any other agent would have, and by those standards, they would barely be making it through his tightly formed schedule.
He would have came out on top of this battle against L had it not been for her. He was so certain that his death would follow through, that he'd finally triumph L at his own game; give him a crime he could not solve. Beyond did not care that it resulted to his demise, because in the end, he would have achieved what he wanted all along. By leaving the case unsolved, even after leaving bread crumbs to the killer, he would have won -- he would have surpassed the supposedly greatest detective of the world.
But he had underestimated her. He had carefully derailed Misora off the trail of the Wara Ningyo dolls, and often reminded her that it was a waste of time to worry about something as trivial as a locked room and the slowly reducing numbers of dolls. He had no idea what had put Misora on the path once more, but it was one piece of deduction he had foolishly over-looked. Thinking about it now, he had realized that it was his own arrogance that had lead him to his downfall. Had he not been so certain that he would come out on top, he would have seen that there was more to this Japanese FBI agent that met the eye.
Of course, had he been able to see his own time of death, he would have known that his plan would have been foiled. That he would have survived the perfect finale and everything he had worked so hard for would come out in shambles. Had he known that he had longer to live, he probably would have went about it a different way. But he didn't, and he could blame his own failure on that fact --
-- had he actually known.
Prison life had been exactly what he had expected. Dull or boring, barely worth his time. It disgust him to be so close to such imbeciles, for he did not deserve to be lumped with the likes of them. He was far greater than their kind, far greater than L himself. And yet -- here he was, because of one little flaw he will never let himself live down. So maybe, in the end, he was exactly where he needed to be. But even in the prison, the media reached the inmates.
A supposed God. A supposed personification of justice. It was embarrassing to think that some idiot -- Kira -- thought that he could take on L and come out on top. Though he applauded him for his efforts, if anyone was going to out-shine his light, it would be him. Even now, after a year of imprisonment, he was not derailed from his one and only goal in life. Getting out of here was fairly easy, thanks to their supposed God. In fact, Beyond should thank him for giving him such an ample opportunity.
Faking a heart-attack wasn't as hard as one may think. It was actually quite easy, when you were someone like him. The hardest part was getting the materials he needed in a highly-secured system, but he had managed through many loops and tools of manipulation; something he had mastered growing up to become who he was now.
NAME: Beyond Birthday D.O.D.: January 21, 2004 C.O.D.: Heart Attack
Needless to say, his plan had worked. Of course it did. It wasn't like Naomi Misora was around to foil it, this time. Though, had he learned of her fate, he would almost be sad that she was dead -- almost, being the keyword here. Someone like Misora did not deserve to go down as one of Kira's many victims. No, he believed she deserved better than that. Not that it really mattered, and had he been able to put a stop to it, he probably wouldn't. But such trivial things hardly mattered right now -- if they ever did to begin with.
Months had passed since his effortless escape, and he was confident that no one knew he was still out there. No one knew his face, his name save for the system -- and probably L himself.
It was funny what he could find on the internet, how people seemed to idolize him. The world was really fucked up, wasn't it? Though Beyond did not regret the things he had done, nor did he feel shame, he also did not see himself as worship worthy.
No, by desiring something as absurd like that, he'd be no better than that filthy Kira. The thought disgust him, left a bile taste at the back of his mouth.
Beyond was a man of many talents, even those most would not even consider. It was so easy, though. All it took was a few hacked codes here, and he was able to monitor the feed of his supposed death. Tracing it was a little more difficult, but he had managed to find a way to know when someone has monitored the feed. Beyond had deducted that, if anyone were to watch his death in particular, there was an 86 -- no, 89% chance it will be L. Who else would find interest in something that has already come to pass? Who else would be interested in his case in particular? Despite his fame, only few knew who he really was.
Tracking the location was another story, but he was confident in himself to figure it out. It would take time, but time was something he had plenty of. As soon as he found him, however, there was no hesitation: he went in for the kill. B was a predator, meant to survive, meant to be on top. He was not going to cower before L's shadow no longer. This was a time of action, and he had waited much too long for this moment. When L was nearly killed by Kira, he felt fear for the first time in his life.
Though, do not mistake the fear for concern. No, it was a matter of pettiness. If someone got to L before he did, then it meant that he had lost. And if anything, he hated losing. Such was the nature of humans.
Door closing behind him, the shadows of the room provided a good cover over his features. No longer sporting his near perfect imitation of the man he approached, icy hues became fixated on the back of the other's head. He stared, almost in awe, at the beauty of the death around him. The numbers dancing above his head. Good, he still had time. Stepping forward, he watched over L's shoulder at his own body cowering on the floor, hand clutching at his chest as he ' died of a heart-attack, ' or more accurately, was ' killed by Kira. '
" It's been a while... Lawliet. "
