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]

[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.))