siafukira

The room is a meadow.

The grass is deep and green, springlike. It slopes downwards, one hillock curving gently into the next. There are flowers here and there; the yellow and red of poppies, especially, stand out. Poppies are native to Kamchatka: spots of red and yellow on the western fields and on the slopes of the volcanoes. Light knows them well; it's part of his job. The hospital cultivates them.

The room is empty, and that's lucky, because Light would be hard to miss. He's moving through a sequence of positions, repeatedly. Each starts from a still position, before he draws his sword, cuts quickly to one side or both, and resheathes it, coming to rest again. Sometimes he spins to block attacks from behind. Sometimes he parries an invisible opponent.

His weight is healthier than it's been in the past, but the effect is rather like one of those poppies spinning in the wind, and always coming back to rest.

Have I done this for all of them, now?
( Libby insisted. He still doesn't want any, though )

With Sayu long gone, Light is progressing down the corridor, checking doors. Most are open, like his backpack - though the flap's draped over the top. Occasionally one is locked, like the one he comes to now; crouching down, he removes the pack, produces a small torch and shines it into the keyhole.

[[OOC: private to righteous_pen.]]

The capital of the Japanese Autonomous Oblast is a sprawling city of not quite a million people - and almost all of it is tents. Everyone in it knows how important it is never to be cornered, to have as many exits available as you can find, or make. June is shading into cool, melting subarctic summer, and along with the endless mosquitoes - at least it's not a malaria zone - the siafu are threatening to emerge. Time to wait out the warmer months and wait to see if this year will be the time they're finally overrun. Whether they'll come out of some hitherto overlooked enclave, or out of the ocean that surrounds Kamchatka on three sides, from the shallow bay that faces on to the camp in the far distance.
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[[OOC: private to smallpackaging.]]