savetheearth | Entries tagged with death note: beyond birthday

[Now speaking: A proper and prim voice putting on a faux British accent.]

Hello, network. If I may be so bold, there is something concerning me about numbered life! Please grace me with your experiences so that together we can solve all the world's mysteries.

[-No, that's already getting tiring. BB drops it.]

But seriously, I want to know if there is any precedence for multiple people receiving echoes from the same entity.

I'm not necessarily talking about the domino effect that seems to happen with these, where exposure to an echo causes another echo. That type of causation seems common.

My interest, rather, is with parallel echoes - things that appeared to have happened individually, but were strangely identical. Especially in the case of physical appearance, memories or personality traits. Is it possible for a "pre-incarnation" to be shared between two or more people?

[As he speaks, he can't help an edge from sneaking into his voice:] ... And what would you do if you had to share?

((OOC: This post is concerning a plot with L, so you might get responses from him too!))

dead_black_eyes

Who: Lazarus Lawliet and Bakura Ryou (But open to other visitors, have at it if you really want!)
Where: Clinic
When: March 10th
What: L is anxious to figure out what's going to happen next in Locke City following Wise Snake. Unfortunately, that can't happen as long as he's stuck in the clinic, but fortunately he has at least one visitor to ease his boredom and hopefully shed some light on recent troubling developments.
Warnings: Other than the ones L and Bakura carry on their own for profanity and bluntness, should be OK. Will change this if necessary.

( You know it's never gonna last, so keep that shit in the past )

theearth

Who: OPEN.
When: March 9th, Sunday, daylight hours.
Where: The business district of Locke City.
What: An enormous snake monster is pissed.
Warnings: Violence.

[The alien explodes silently - but it explodes.

First in a small cloud of hot (rose-scented) gas - those there to watch its final moments will want to step back.

A ripple in the air pulses - heavily - from where it once was, with absolutely no sound and color, but penetrating force. Anyone standing within two miles of the point of origin will feel a push, with those closest guaranteed to be knocked off their feet and temporarily dazed. Cars swerve and crash. Staff in the nearest office buildings launch into disarray. There’s no shielding from the blast - it can be felt through walls, through structures, in the air, and underground.

And it is felt underground.

The entire business district starts to shake, abruptly, jarred to a stir by some movement. It rises over the span of a long half-a-minute to the magnitude of December’s earthquake.

Tuning Towers experiences the worst of it - windows are smashing and objects are shaking loose and falling from the upper floors.

It finally ends - with screaming - as the head of an enormous pink snake breaks the lobby floor.

It flows its way quickly out of the hole it’s made, breaks itself another hole ever so politely through the main entrance doors, which were not meant to accommodate a twenty-foot-tall-and-wide exitor, and as it draws the last of its tail out after it, the quaking dies down.

It’s now roaring its way through the streets of Locke City’s business district - all several hundred meters of Wise Snake, emerged in the flesh (or stone?).

No regard for the walls of buildings, streetlamps, civilians, stopped and blindly pulled-over vehicles, anything else on its course - in a frantically-awakened, unrestricted rampage.]

[ OOC: This is part two of the Season 1's finale. The first - the assault on the farmhouse - is here; pertinent plot posts one and two. ]

nathanriver

[The boy is running, running, he needs to get away. He knows nothing about what he's to do, and he slows. Slows to a stop. He has to think about this logically. The memory of that number, fresh in his mind. What did it mean? What was its connection? And why did he have some desire to find him?]

[He knows nothing, so he is determined to find out. He sits down at a public computer at a library, and begins to type.]

...connection to Lazarus Lawliet Wait, what?

[He blinks at the screen in front of him. A forum had come up when he typed in that number...was that some sort of access code?]

Intriguing. So this is what the number is. An access code to this forum. Intriguing... Regardless, I must ask. I had heard that Mr. Lazarus Lawliet had set up as a private detective in the city....where might I find him?

keywarding

[It's Holly again, she's sitting in her room, the camera showing her sitting on her bed with a window behind her that's shut but the curtains are pulled open. She smiles quickly in greeting.] I have a question for any magic users on here.

How do you use it? Do you use spells? Wave a wand? I'm pretty sure I was a witch or a sorceress or something, and I have some things that could be used for it but- I'm stuck on the how.

Any help would be great!

mysteltinn

Who: Owen Thalberg (Owain) and You!
When: 2/21, after school!
Where: The golden calf of commerce (aka the Mall)
What: What do loser teenagers with no dates, no car, and too young and dorky to drink do on Friday nights? BUM AROUND THE MALL. Basically a general 'hey let's cr Owen, what a tool' log.

( I shop for dented love in half empty clearance bins )

dead_black_eyes

WHO: Lazarus Lawliet and YOU
WHEN: That loviest of days, February 14, pretty much all day
WHERE: Espresso Yourself
WHAT: Someone higher up on the management ladder saw an ironic valentine and thought it would be awesome if baristas handed out hand-made ones to customers on V-Day. As the shop's resident "writer," L was given some scissors and a magazine and tasked with this. The result... well. Tag this, if you really want to see the result.
WARNINGS: L would rather be detectiving. L's grasps on irony, humor, romance, and valentines are also tenuous at best, especially together. This could get dark.

( I won't let you let me down that easily )

beyondrebirthday

[Unlike many who may wish for a tough year to end, a certain young man with an obsession with 13s is lamenting each approaching minutes. No more will he get a nice 13/13 each month, which made him smile just like his nickname. If 2014 is to take that away, then he is determined to strike back by leaving another numerical mark on it.

And so, as he crafts it for the paper and writes down the answers for submission, the first thing the network sees is an elaborate sudoku puzzle. Somewhere in there, his personal number has been hidden. It is the first time he's found a use for it since it popped into his head - it's a bit long and not as snappy, not as good as 13 even though it is more unique. Still, if there was any a time to use it, it was now. He looks down at his handiwork, fairly pleased, and as he stares the network can look in on his face. Finally, he lets out a sigh.]

Well, now it's ready. Take that, new year! Heh heh hehn.

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Entries tagged with death note: beyond birthday

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Oh I've Read a Little Bible, You See What You Want to See [Open, Forward-Dated to March 10]

PLOT: WISE SNAKE'S EMERGENCE

Network (Text)

[Video] calling all magic users

[open] I went window shopping today! I bought four windows!

You Reject My Advances and Desperate Pleas [February 14]

video via maaaagical puzzle paper