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Saaaay, I know I've been pretty quiet lately but with all the garbage between the doppelgangers and everything I kinda needed a break, you know? Anyway, has anyone seen a sword wandering around?

Y'know, big, metal, sharp, has skulls on the handle?

[He holds up a rough sketch of this for the camera.]

Darn thing just up and left, who would've thought? And I already checked the refrigerator so don't even ask. Apparently that's where we're keeping swords these days.

[He puts on a slightly disapproving frown, but at this point it's fruitless to argue it.]

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You lost it?

[Swords don't just up and leave, dude.]

No.

[So indignant.]

I knew where it was, it just isn't there anymore.

I recently got a sword, but it can be called back to its user.

Do you think that perhaps yours has such a power as well?

Eh... you know I can't say that I've tried? How would you even do something like that?

It didn't just leave. Where were you keeping it?

[The muffled sound of a voice, very similar to L's, can be heard briefly before there's a sharp yank of a chain and it falls silent.]

In the closet, how else would it have gotten outta there?

[Eh, what's that? He leans in as if trying to listen closer. For all the good it does on a camera phone.]

L why do you have a chain?

An echo. Sorry, I thought I'd told you about it before.

[More muffled protesting and pleading.]

Shut up!

No..?

[Squint, increasingly suspicious look. Yes he heard that, definitely did.][He somehow doubts L's shouting shut up at him, after all.]

... Why would anyone keep a sword in the fridge? [Priorities. Seriously, he'll try to help in a minute, but that's just weird.]

My dad's gone a little funny lately and started filling the fridge with swords. The microwave's worse.

It has traps.

How do you even fit swords into a fridge? [That has traps, apparently. But honestly, his sword is four and a half feet long; how would you get that in there?]

I've stopped asking questions that involve logic, but taking out half the shelves helped.

[But then there's hardly any room for food . . . Oi. You'd think after all this time, Toushirou would stop asking questions that involve logic, too. He's been Numbered for nearly two years now. But he keeps doing it. His brain likes logic, damn it! Sigh.]

So where exactly were you keeping it that you lost track of it?

[Yeah, Tony tried to figure it out and whined about the whole needing juice thing a few times already. But Richard thinks it's too hilarious to stop and he can't really convince him otherwise.

Just give up, it's not worth the confusion.]

In my closet. I didn't think anyone knew it was there.

[In Toushirou's defense, he lives with a normal person. Weird habits like that aren't an everyday thing for him at home.]

Well, obviously somebody did. There anything to worry about with the sword, besides the obvious? [You know, besides being a big sharp weapon?]

[Tony did, not anymore. Oh well, he'll get used to it.]

Uh, well I don't exactly know what all it can do so. Maybe?

Just a pair of handcuffs. When a Blood Key mugged me over a year ago I got it back.

[The sound of a brief scuffle. Someone's just tried to make a break for it, and they've been unsuccessful, at least judging by the sound of two bodies and a chair hitting the floor.]

That still doesn't explain who you've got on the other end of that you keep yankin' around, wh- L??

[Tony lurches forward uselessly as he can't possibly catch L through the feed.]

Woah, hey, you alright over there?

... That's certainly a concern. [And not at all what they need, weapons being suddenly unaccounted for.]

You're telling me. That thing's a nuisance enough when I know where it is.

We're fine. No one's getting what they don't... deserve!

[The clear sound of exertion. Another stumble; it sounds like the chair has just been kicked aside in another mad scramble for escape.]

...D'you need a hand?

[Because you look like you need a hand.]

Yeah, come quick. I haven't slept in three days and I think he's stronger than me right now.

God damn it L--

[Lucky for you he's much faster now he's already on the move, phone still in hand.

But a pause.]

Cesar isn't there is he?

...No, no he isn't.

It's just me and... other me. I really think I'm going to kill him.

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