Fly away home

[inthecolosseum]

[A lazily, cumbersome flying shadow is visible out over the water to anyone at a window or out on the waterline, heading towards the shoreline to eventually alight there. The fanged creature doesn't look remotely capable of flight by any mundane understanding of physics, but, wings unfurled, it still manages to bob buoyantly through the air until it settles weightlessly on the ground.]

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[eraser_rain]

[Mikami walks along the beach with a notepad, taking fairly well measured, even steps, checking his watch and tending to amateur cartography as one is prone to doing. He's hardly the first map maker and frankly he's pretty amateurish at it.

Upon seeing Ryuk, he screams. This is also something people seem prone to doing. While he's an amateur map maker and not the first person to react thusly to a Shinigami or even this particular Shinigami or even to react thusly to this Shinigami on this island, he's a pretty good screamer at least. Also he has this pointing thing down pat, just in case anyone had any doubts as to what he was screaming about. In dark times of ambiguity and uncertainty, it's good to be specific.]

[inthecolosseum]

[The stiff-faced abomination just stares rather blankly at him for a time, holding his ground in his stoop-backed posture before extending a hand slightly towards him, in a vaguely intentioned gesture. When it speaks, its tone is casual, if indeed very slightly contrite - though not completely missing a note of amusement.]

Sorry. I'm used to not being seen. You gonna be okay?

[eraser_rain]

[Even after the scream tapers out he keeps pointing. It's not until he gets the idea that he's amusing that indignation causes that finger to curl back into a fist which goes straight at his side.]

What are you? [Before Ryuk can even get a chance to answer that he demands, more specifically.] Are you responsible for this in some way?

[inthecolosseum]

[A dark chuckle escapes him, the display of anger somehow seeming to strike him as more profoundly, if subtly, entertaining.]

I see you expect that the person responsible for this would be forthcoming. That's interesting. But no. I'm as trapped here as you are - unless YOU'RE the one behind it, which you might or might not be. But I'm what you would call a shinigami. I don't know what kind of person or being could trap one of us here. But it has me curious.

[eraser_rain]

[The fact that his anger seems to entertain him more only gets him angrier. It's threatening to become some kind of cascade reaction at this rate. If he weren't more annoyed at his impotent rage being a source of entertainment he'd probably realize what it means to have a Shinigami landing only to announce itself trapped. But he is annoyed and impotent.]

Trapped? You can clearly fly! Or do you think I didn't see you just now?

[inthecolosseum]

That's exactly what has me confused. Normally, coming and going anywhere I want isn't an issue.

[Demonstratively, he sinks just a bit in blatant disregard for the laws of physics, merging slightly with the ground and returning again.]

But this place... it's different, somehow.

[eraser_rain]

Then where were you just now? Flying aimlessly in the aether?

[inthecolosseum]

[The answer comes quite flatly.]

Exactly. It's like this place is its own tiny planet. I have no idea where it is, but it's not Earth.

[eraser_rain]

[If he treats that answer as as stupid of one as it is, staring at him with a bland expression, he's sure Ryuk will give up on trying to push that kind of B.S. story.]

[inthecolosseum]

[The silence stretches gradually past the point of comfortability.]

[eraser_rain]

[Fine. Time to show he's serious.

He clears his throat.

That'll show him. Not Earth indeed.]

[inthecolosseum]

Nice meeting you, then.

[A buoyant flap of his wings conveys him off the ground as he turns to head houseward.]

[eraser_rain]

Wait.

[If he doesn't sound very happy about having to call out to him, it's because he isn't. Digging in his pocket--or more precisely, L's pocket as he's stolen his clothes for his outing--he holds out the note.]

Was this addressed to you then? Explain it.

[inthecolosseum]

It seems like it. It looks like someone stole a few pieces of my Death Note. Our killer probably has them. When a shinigami writes someone's name in it, that person dies. But humans can use it too. Even if some of the paper is removed from it, it still works.

[eraser_rain]

Then in other words, those notes we'd all gotten are potential murder weapons?

[inthecolosseum]

Possibly. They don't work on shinigami, so I'm not worried about it. I look forward to seeing how this all unfolds.

((Oh Ryuk, if you only knew.))

[airlynx]

[Atsushi rubs his eyes once again from his position behind a rock half his size. As the shadow of the house falls on him, he seems to offer the appearance of another, less good-looking rock that is nestled behind the one in front. He had rushed outside at once after, when on the way out of the kitchen, he had seen the black figure fly by. He had been half-expecting the figure to be gone by then, as most of his hallucinations did, but there it was, a few feet away. Once Atsushi finishes rubbing his eyes, he does it again.]