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D E A T H + N O T E

Sorry for the late reply! I've been really busy with school work. And I probably can only reply slowly from now on. I hope that's okay because I really like this roleplay... again, sorry.

D E A T H + N O T E

Takeshi Kawano

Once they were finally alone, Takeshi knew it was safe to talk. The girl had yanked her arm away from him, which kind of pissed him off, but now was not the time for that. However, the words that came out of her mouth next did the trick. "Didn't ya learn from your damn stories in kindergarten to not judge a book by its cover," he growled in response to her skepticism. Though he wasn't going to admit it, he was somewhat offended by her statement. Sure, he was used to being treated like a delinquent and yeah, he was one, but that doesn't mean he couldn't own nice things. He wouldn't mind owning a couple of nice watches like those rich kids do.

"Look," he said with something that was in between a sigh and a groan. Then he pulled out the Death Note, though he covered the English letters so she couldn't read it. "Don't you think that this book matches that pen?"

He held it up to her so she could look at it for a moment before stuffing it back into his backpack. "So would you ever be so kind as to give me the pen?" he asked with an eye roll.

He was freezing cold and just wanted to go home. If she told him no, then he supposed that would be the end of that. He could probably steal it from her easy if he wanted to. But for a weird book that was probably some sick, twisted kid's game? Even he wouldn't be dumb enough to get arrested for it.

Elibian Nights

Lysander's pity party was cut short when suddenly a building caught on fire. There were a few screams and gasps, as one would expect to happen if a building suddenly burst into flames. Just by looking at it, Lysander could tell that it was not a normal, 'accidental' fire. It was the work of another mage, and the fact that someone with magic would do such an awful thing... Well, Lysander could only hope that the perpetrator had a good reason for it. Or else Lysander would not stand for it.

He rushed toward the scene of the crime and saw that there were already two others threatening the criminal. On the other hand, Lysander's first instinct was to make sure no one was inside of the burning building. "I-i-is anyone inside?" he stammered in the bravest voice he could muster.

An older man who was there when it happened, shook his head. Lysander sighed with relief. "One less thing to worry about," he thought to himself. He then focused his energy on trying to contain the fire. He didn't possess the ability to put it out, but he could at least try to prevent it from spreading to the other buildings. Hopefully, he could do it long enough for others to come along and put it out. "W-w-w-water?" he said, shakily and slowly as he was trying not to break his concentration. "N-need to p-put out the fire."

Elibian Nights

Lysander stood in an alley away from the bustling crowd. His dark cloak concealed the upper parts of his face, but one might be able to spot his grimace if they dared looked at him.

He did not like being outside while the sun was still out. He was forced to squint as his eyes never seemed to get use to the natural light. And worse still, he found himself in the middle of the village marketplace, which was naturally lively and full of salesperson and shoppers and possibly thieves.

He had caught the attention of a few children as they passed by him and sometimes they would point him out to their mothers only for them to be shooed away. "Get away from that strange man," they would say in a scolding manner.

"Ouch," Lysander thought to himself. "I don't blame them, but couldn't she have spared my feelings a little?" This was why he preferred books over actual, living people.

He then shook his head and refocused himself on his mission. There was a book on sale in this market that he was dying to get his hands on. He wanted it badly enough for him to leave the refuge of his inn room and seek it out in broad daylight. The merchant with the book was within his sights, just across the sea of people. But every time he tried to step out of his hiding spot in the alley, a rush of people seemed to run by and he has not gotten the nerve to push through the crowd. So instead, he watched patiently, hoping that there would be a chance for him to make his way across to his precious book.

His moment came when a young redheaded girl stopped in her tracks to express her disdain for her company. It was for a short moment but her voice was loud enough where a few people had also stopped and turned to see what was going on. Without missing a beat, Lysander serpentined his way through the crowd. It appeared as if a black shadow was cutting across the marketplace.

When he finally reached his destination, his pale face was flushed from the short sprint he took to get there. But his next challenge was one of the worst yet. He had to talk to the merchant and ask to purchase the book.

If he was lucky, his appearance would spook the merchant enough not to mess with him. But Lysander was rarely lucky, and he knew his shy nature would give the merchant an opportunity to rip him off and overcharge for the book. Still, Lysander had to go for it. He pointed at the book to ask, "How much?" without needing to speak.

The merchant looked at him with a puzzled expression but simply answers,"800 gold."

Lysander felt faint. After all of this effort, he didn't have enough money for what he desired? What could he do now?

Elibian Nights

Okay, I'll work on a post asap

Elibian Nights

Yeah, I also am not sure where to put my character.

D E A T H + N O T E

I wrote a shorter post as to not meta-game and control your character. Also it gives her a chance to reply before Takeshi gets all in her face. I patiently await your return from your trip~

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Takeshi Kawano

Takeshi leaned against the wall and glared at anyone who looked at him, whether it was out of confusion or curiosity. He was growing impatient, waiting for that damn girl to leave the school. And it was too freaking cold for him to be waiting out here without a jacket. He decided to give her two more minutes before he gave up and called it a day.

Right when he was about to leave, he heard a 'Good afternoon'. His head jerked over toward the source of the greeting and his first reaction was the scowl. Then realizing it was the girl that he was waiting for, his expression returned to its normal, but still unpleasant state. He was somewhat annoyed that she wouldn't just avoid him like everyone else in the school did, but just this once, it was actually a good thing. "Hey you," he grumbled before she could walk away. "I need to talk to you about that pen you said you found earlier today." His voice was unintentionally harsh and he was looking at her pretty hard. Some of the students who were also walking by seem to be whispering, wondering if Takeshi was harassing the girl or not.

Annoyed with the attention they were getting, Takeshi reached for Atarashi's wrist and tried to pull her along. He needed to find somewhere private to talk. He figured the back of the school should be empty so he was trying to lead her toward there. "Let's talk somewhere else," he said in a somewhat hushed tone. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you or anything. I just wanna talk." He added the last part as if it would make up for what he was doing. The last thing he would want was for her to scream and get him in trouble.

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Working on a post right now~ Just a bit distracted to be honest, haha.

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We might need that rule later on in the story, but we'll add it then if necessary. Alright, everything else is good. Thanks for revising the 0