Trash Panda

The Hive

Super lazy short post~

The Hive

“My name?” Istaria echoed, staring at the Aramooran dragonelle in surprise. Most of the larger dragons ignored her or treated her like she was beneath them. She wasn’t used to being asked any personal information, even her name. “I-Istaria. Might I ask for your name as well, my lady?” She shuffled her feet and leaned back on her haunches, curling her tail around her saa. She had finished cleaning the dragonelle’s wound so it could heal properly.

Istaria suddenly smelled another dragon, and craned her neck around to see a white-scaled drake limping towards them. In almost the same moment, she saw SoNem bound over to confront him. She rolled her eyes. Dragons could be so conceited. She considered going over to stop the standoff, but decided against it. She doubted SoNem would be foolish enough to start a fight when they were already battling against the humans.

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SoNem snapped his griff shut and snorted, satisfied that the drake had submitted to him even if he did so with reluctance. He heard the whooshing of wings behind him and turned to see the silver dragonelle taking off with the human. He opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it again. It wasn’t worth it to try and stop her. If she wanted to rescue one of the awful creatures, then so be it.

SoNem cast the drake one more skeptical glance, and then turned to rejoin Istaria and the injured Aramooran. He swept his tail around, flicking the tip to indicate for the drake to join them. He sniffed at the dragonelle’s wound, grimacing at the blood-scent. His own blood boiled. He couldn’t stand to see his own kind hurt like this at the hands of a human.

He stomped down the grass, softening the ground, and lay down near the two dragonelles. All the activity from the earlier attack had finally caught up with him. His limbs ached. He yawned and rested his head on the ground, fixing one eye on the drake.

“I never did catch your name,” SoNem said lazily. “What is it?”

D E A T H N O T E – "Who, me?"

Accepted :) I'll add S as the first backup, so if anyone drops out/loses all their characters you'll be the first to get put in

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Falconi said
I am going to apologize now if my post seem dry. I am just getting back into this

It's fine :)

We're just waiting for Sketcher and ImportantNobody, then I'll add my next post and get things going

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The IC is up! :D Just add a post whenever you're ready.

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Yeong Rhee, June 2nd, 4:00 PM. Suicide. He leaves the following as a note: ‘Divine judgment has been cast upon me,’ and then shoots himself in the temple.

Kira smiled, penciling in the newest entry. Now, the whole world would know there was a god among them. A righteous being to cast judgment upon all the unworthy.

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X looked over the stack of case files and reports on his desk. It would be the last time he would ever do so, as he was dropping all of them to join the Kira case. He swung out an arm and dramatically shoved the pile off the side of the desk. Paper fluttered out of the manila folders, landing hither and thither on the floor. A janitor happened to be walking by his office at that moment. The man rolled his eyes in annoyance, knowing that he would have to clean up X’s mess.

X stood up and stuffed the important papers –the ones he’d received concerning Kira– into a briefcase. He took the case along with an overnight-sized travel bag and exited the office, dipping his head courteously to the janitor who just shook his head in response. The man was just glad to be rid of X and his spontaneous behavior.

He was moving out from his office in Kyoto to a temporary one in Tokyo provided by the police. It was even serviced with X’s own personal bodyguards. After the last Kira incident, the police didn’t want to take any chances so all the new detectives were thoroughly protected. X didn’t mind too much so long as they didn’t interfere with his own plans and ideas.

The rest of his trip there was uninteresting. X was shadowed by a bodyguard the entire way, but other than that there was nothing out of the ordinary. He arrived at the police headquarters, dropped his travel bag off in his temporary office, and wandered around in search of the conference room. A lone police woman caught sight of him as he ambled down a corridor. She gave him a skeptical look. Of course she would. X was young; dressed in sneakers, loose-fitted jeans, a V-neck shirt, and a light jacket. It was not a professional appearance by any means.

“Excuse me,” she said sharply. “What do you think you’re doing here? This part of the building is not open to the public. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“About that,” X replied. He tilted his head to the side and reached up with one hand to scratch the back of his neck. With the other hand, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a lanyard that had been given to him along with the other materials he received for the Kira case. On the end, there was an ID giving him access to the headquarters. “I’m a bit lost, you see. Could you tell me where Conference Room 4D is?”

The police woman’s face paled when she saw the ID. She cleared her throat awkwardly, “I’m so sorry. When you get to the end of this hallway, take a left. It will be the third door down on your right.” She bowed curtly and took off at a brisk pace down the corridor. X followed her with his eyes, a small smile toying at the edge of his lip. He couldn’t help but enjoy the power the lanyard gave him here. He slipped the loop around his neck so he wouldn’t have to explain himself to any more passing officers and took the woman’s directions, taking a left at the end of the hall, and then entering the third door on his right.

X scanned the room for a moment when he stepped inside. It was painted solid white. There was a long, oval table in the center of the room with twelve chairs: five on each side and one on each end. At the far side of the room, there was a large white erase board with what he assumed was a rolled up world map positioned above it. The room was virtually empty, save for one young man sitting in a chair on one side of the table.

Saying nothing, X took a seat across from him. The man was blonde, obviously not Japanese, and had strikingly bright blue eyes. He wore a long-sleeve collared shirt with a scarf. X watched the man’s crystalline gaze sweep over him as the European examined him as well. The two stayed like this for a couple minutes, mouths unmoving as they sized each other up. X grew tired of the silence.

“So,” he said, leaning back in the chair and kicking his feet up on the table casually. “You’re here for the Kira case too, am I right? It’s impressive for you to come all the way from wherever you’re from, but I s’pose that’s to be expected. Kira’s been killing criminals all over the globe so we don’t know where he’s based. Of course the UN would recruit detectives from other countries.” He paused. “Oh right, do you even know what I’m saying? I’m not implying that you’re stupid or anything, but do you speak Japanese? You look European; French or English, perhaps. I’m right, aren’t I? I don’t know much of either language, unfortunately so communication’s gonna be a hassle if you don’t understand me now.”

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M blinked, trying to take in everything the talkative young man was saying. Even though he had been living in Japan for three years now, it still took his brain a moment to translate, and the chatty guy wasn’t giving him any time to process. When he finally stopped talking, M took the intermission to work everything out.

“I am also working on the Kira case,” M said slowly. He had picked up the Osaka accent while living there, and it came through in his voice. “And I do speak Japanese. You had it right about my nationality, too; I’m from France. However, I’ve been living here in Japan for three years. I didn’t come just for this case.” He stopped, thinking for a moment. “How many other detectives do you think they invited to join this case?”

“Hmm, not sure,” the other man responded, tilting his chair onto its back two legs and tipping it back and forth. The door clicked opened just then. “I guess we’ll find out soon.”

Leaking Worlds

Cool! Can't wait to get this started :) How many people are you looking for?

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Okay, I got both of your pms. I'll add my first post in a bit :)

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ruronihs said
One more question: will our detectives already know the basics, like the fact that Kira needs a name and a face, or will they still be working on that.

They'll only know rumors of the last Kira case since they lost all information about him. They don't know anything for sure

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I could see people thinking your L is the real one. Of course, everyone here knows that's not true in the OOC XD