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[siafukira]

[Light shrugs, leaning back against the counter.]

I grew up in Japan. Tokyo. I'm probably not supposed to tell you that, either.

[[OOC: private to stripesandheels. continued from here.]]

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[siafukira.livejournal.com]

[The look he gives her is frankly uncomprehending. Shaking his head, he abandons the teapot and heads for the door.]

It doesn't work like that.

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Wait. We have to plan this out.

[She eyes him for a moment, then turns away.]

Go there, wait at the door. Don't go in. If anything comes out, it'll have to be through you, right? You'll have the element of surprise on your side, you can screen the living ones for signs of infection as they emerge, too.

[siafukira.livejournal.com]

That's the point. I—

[He should never have left. He wasn't thinking, and now if anything happens here, it will be his fault. But he pauses in the doorway.]

Are you coming?

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

I'm getting food. I'll meet you there- we'll camp the night and we can't do that without eating somehting.

[siafukira.livejournal.com]

[With a nod, he disappears around the corner. She'll find him outside the door to the room, leaning against the wall and determined to be ready for anything he'll have to do. Anything.]

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

[She joins him, fifteen minutes later, with a carefully prepared tray of all sorts of bits and bites of strange things. Chai tea for two. Bread, and balsalmic vinegar in olive oil. Chocolate cake. Pepperoni. A dish of olives, two small glasses of brandy, a pile of mints, shaved roast beef (someone's leftovers) and a large bowl of what she decided was a rather inexplicable vegan frittata, in a tupperware in the fridge.]

[siafukira.livejournal.com]

You brought cake?

[Curious, not judgy.]

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

You looked like you needed cake.

[siafukira.livejournal.com]

Are the teas the same?

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Chai. No milk or sugar.

[siafukira.livejournal.com]

[That works. Reaching down, he takes one, but doesn't sip it; instead he cradles the cup in his hands.]

Nobody's come out yet. I might have missed someone.

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

I was in there- I was the first one there, and we were some of the last to leave. A long time. I saw two moving bodies, and only two. I know both of them were disposed of without biting anyone. Something could have happened that I missed, but I doubt it.

[siafukira.livejournal.com]

[Again, that small shake of his head. He can't rely on that.]

You said you'd tell me who you saw in there, when we were outside.

[His hands shift around the cup. He looks exhausted, drained.]

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Two versions of you- Misa. Mello. B. Um.

[siafukira.livejournal.com]

Who else?

[Because he's going to hunt each and every one of them down.]

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

You and Mikami, and me.

[siafukira.livejournal.com]

Which particular versions? Which other me? Which Misa?

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Werewolf you and stirfry sparkleprincess you.

[It slips out.]

[siafukira.livejournal.com]

[His mouth opens, and closes. If he was prone to fumbling things, he'd drop the cup.]

This is some universe where I'm a barbie doll?

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

No- haha- that's just what I call him in my head. I love him, he's super cool.

[siafukira.livejournal.com]

But no identifying traits. This is absurd.

[And there's no point giving way to panic, just because anyone could be walking around the mansion, bitten. Light takes a deep breath, and drops back against the wall, crushing the backpack against it. He doesn't notice how uncomfortable it is.

The tea sloshes. Why did he run off? Because he wasn't thinking? Because he was scared?]

None of them were distinguishable?

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

I'd know them all.

[siafukira.livejournal.com]

We have to find them.

[righteous-pen.livejournal.com]

[And here's one of them right now. Teru appears from round the corner, holding a black marker pen and looking far more composed than when he left the room. He pauses before reaching the door.]

Oh, someone already marked it.

[siafukira.livejournal.com]

[Light puts the little cup down on the floor in what, for him, is a tearing hurry. His attention shifts to the black cross on the door, and then redoubles as he looks back to—]

Mikami-san. You were in there?

[[OOC: Teru, Light, Blue?]]