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Entry #A-9: "Albatross" [Audio, Action for Employees or Anyone who would drop by ]
[L sounds pretty calm and detached, as per usual. Rather than sounding natural, though, there's a vaguely forced quality to that calmness.]
Unfortunately, Espresso Yourself will be closed for the next few days, to reopen on Thursday of next week. I regret the inconvenience for employees and regular customers.
[He finishes recording the message, lowering his phone and staring at what happened to his business over the course of just one night. The espresso machine is smashed to pieces, and the cash register is open with the empty drawer chucked across the room. The mural painted by Solana is tarnished with anti-numbered slurs and threatening graffiti asserting the control of "Albero's Family" within Locke City.
Glass from the broken windows and the vandalized bar crunches under the soles of his converse sneakers as he drags a chair across the floor, grappling with a pair of wire cutters. It's enough of a problem that his grip is clumsy, but his hands are also shaking; though the features of the mannequin hanging from a noose in front of the mural are blank and generic, the large letter "L" carved into its chest is a message that's difficult to miss.]
Unfortunately, Espresso Yourself will be closed for the next few days, to reopen on Thursday of next week. I regret the inconvenience for employees and regular customers.
[He finishes recording the message, lowering his phone and staring at what happened to his business over the course of just one night. The espresso machine is smashed to pieces, and the cash register is open with the empty drawer chucked across the room. The mural painted by Solana is tarnished with anti-numbered slurs and threatening graffiti asserting the control of "Albero's Family" within Locke City.
Glass from the broken windows and the vandalized bar crunches under the soles of his converse sneakers as he drags a chair across the floor, grappling with a pair of wire cutters. It's enough of a problem that his grip is clumsy, but his hands are also shaking; though the features of the mannequin hanging from a noose in front of the mural are blank and generic, the large letter "L" carved into its chest is a message that's difficult to miss.]
Re: action;
And as scary as the new flash of confidence is, as much as he knows that it's more his other than himself, he can't help but embrace it. If it can make him stronger, it's worth dipping just a little bit into that guy's personality. ]
[ He leans down to take the mannequin away from L's line of sight. Part of him wants to hack it to pieces. But the less reckless part of him understands how unnerving that would probably be, given the situation. Either way, it needs to go. ]
action;
[He straightens, turning back toward the defaced mural as Alexi starts handling the unpleasant business with the mannequin.]
You know... even though the pulses we get are making us stronger, and better, and smarter... and even though they make us feel just a little bit invincible... times like this are pretty sobering reminders that eventually, even our others have their limits. I guess... I'm trying to figure out how to feel about that.
Re: action;
[ Then, he remembers he's still holding the mannequin and that it's probably going to make this conversation even more awkward. ]
[ He hurries away to dump the mannequin behind the shop, making sure to bury it underneath any other large debris around the dumpster. He definitely doesn't want to draw attention to it. Before he does so though, he also uses the wire cutters to deface the carved letter as much as possible, making it at least illegible. He probably presses too hard as the cutters and manages to end up with a plastic splinter for his trouble, but he doesn't really care.
When he's finished with that task, he returns to check on L, ignoring the new nagging point in his hand. ]
action;
Telling him to hold the thought is the best thing Alexi could have said, following the question about what L's other was like. It gives him time to collect and organize his scattered thoughts, deciding what pieces of information he's willing to part with.
He glances up when Alexi returns.]
I've been getting a... lot of things. Languages. Skills, memories... I think that whoever he was, he was... I'm in awe of him.
[It is the first time L has admitted this piece of information.]
He was brilliant, and he helped children, and I think he gave all of himself to everything he did. I... don't really know why someone like me is getting back someone like him, because he was so... good.
[He sighs, eyes glazing over to something dull and lacquered. The only thing that brings their sharp focus back is Alexi's hand.]
Oh, you're hurt... let me see that? It's not much, but we have a first aid kit, and miraculously no one messed with it last night.
Re: action;
But eventually, he catches where L's focus has shifted to and nervously covers the injury with his other hand. ]
action;
It looked like a splinter. It'll only take a second to at least improve the situation...
[With any luck. The state of L's hands might make it a bit more difficult and slow, but it's still a project he can tackle to completion, unlike most of the ruin that surrounds them.]
I think that merely approaching the level of his quality would be the kind of honor I was never supposed to achieve in this lifetime. I would welcome it.
Re: action;
action;
He glances up at the question as he begins to bandage the gauze in place.]
Leave the world a better place, if I can.
Re: action;
[ He smiles a bit more gently when he says it. It's something he wants to do too, he realizes, even though he's never thought about it until now. It probably boosts his respect for L even further, despite all the weirdness around him. ]
action;
It is hard, isn't it? But most things worth achieving are. I'm the type who needs to dedicate his life to something, like I suspect my other was, so... that's the best thing I can think of that would probably please both of us.
Re: action;
action;
At Alexi's wish given voice, he offers a tentative, soft answer.]
We all do our best, and you'll be no different. Thank you again for helping me today.