dear_mun | On being sent to wonderfulworlds. Voice test.

Looks like you're experiencing the cruelty of a mun first hand. Sorry to say, it won't pass any time soon.

[Naomi sighs.]

I know I can't really bargain in the position I'm in. But he was already taken from me once, and I'd really prefer not to have it happen again. I don't think I'll be able to meet him here or in the Game, so I have to at least try.

Even though it's a rare occurrence, some muns have been known to change their minds after seeing how their muse feels. I can't say for sure that it'll do you any good, but it doesn't hurt to try.

The truth is, I might already be too late to stop it... but I did hear that the entry fees aren't necessarily permanent, so if that's the case, I guess I can settle for wearing her down instead.

[But there's not much two muses can do about their muns, is there. She supposes she'll try to change the subject.]

Well, thanks for listening, anyway. I don't know what your experience is with muns, but it's still just bizarre to me. And creepy too.

[above all else, Naomi hopes her mun isn't planning to set her up with someone else while she doesn't remember. That would be the worst.]

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I've seen from this headspace what muns have done, and some of my mun's plans. I'm not as easily affected by this kinda stuff as other people.

[She nods]

I could sort of guess that.

[Just from looking at him, he seems obviously military; for someone who's seen war, she imagines there's not much worse that pasty kids behind a keyboard can do to them. Law enforcement is like that too, but she just had to go after the fiance.]

Not too hard to tell, huh?

{ He's well aware of how he looks. That, plus the fact that he has an eyepatch, definitely can make people assume. }

You can't miss what you don't remember, Misora-san.

[The words are spun like silk: soft and smooth. The abundance of inappropriate amusement Light feels at Naomi Misora's expense is tightly regulated, but packaged seamlessly into his mask of polite affectation.]

You!

[Good thing the last thing she remembers is Light telling her he's Kira then. It's funny, if it weren't for that, her memories of Raye would have taken her lead with her. Now in this Game she's headed for where the dead are offered a chance to come back to life, she'll be totally motivated to do so. Perhaps we should thank him for that.

But speaking of which, since she hasn't forgotten yet, her mun is kind of invisibly holding her back here. Don't attack people on dear mun Misora, it's not worth it!!]

How dare you speak to me about Raye's memory, you sick, deranged excuse for a human being! You don't deserve to know him!

[Ah, yes. Light had been expecting anger. Misora may have been an excellent FBI agent in the past, but she'd also been pathetically easy to read and manipulate. Women, he thinks, blindly let their emotions control them. It's undisciplined as well as a failure that Light himself is not prone to. The corners of his lips tug upwards into a small smile. Hasn't the stupid woman learned anything, at all? This is exactly the same mistake that had sealed her early death all those years ago.]

Me.

[The accusations that follow roll off his back. Impervious to assault on his character from people who have stopped having any meaning or significance in his life, the petulance does little more than serve as further material to smirk at in private. ]

And here I was hoping we might be able to have a civil conversation for your voice test. Throwing around vitriol doesn't do much to showcase your better traits, no?

[While he's clearly mocking her, the tone he employs remains professional, his reticence even more pronounced in contrast to Misora parading her vulnerabilities for the world to see.]

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[Nope, she's not backing down. It is a weakness, but when she's in a fighting mood she really doesn't know how to let it go. She's rejecting him with her entire being.]

So I'm just supposed to sit here while you make snide remarks at me? If you want to stroke your ego, just tell it to your mirror. Nobody else wants to listen to your garbage.

[He gives an exaggerated sigh— a nonverbal your loss. He's not at all surprised by the continued venom, but the predictability is proving to be disappointing. Regardless, it's a barely noticeable dent in an otherwise wonderful reminder of one of his earliest triumphs.]

If you'd like me to leave, then all you have to do is ask politely There's no need to be prickly, Misora-san.

[Why yes, he is telling you to stop being upset over the fact that he killed you and your fiancé.]

You'll be careful at this new home of yours, won't you? I'd hate to see history repeat itself.

[It's not like she can arrest him here, and in her book that's the only other kind of attention he deserves. That particular anger, she'll just have to swallow for her own dignity's sake.]

... No, I won't ask you to leave. Actually, if you're so concerned, why don't you come too?

[The Reaper's Game game is one where you have to die to play, so yes, she did just kindly ask him to drop dead. And in addition, she's daring him to be in the same place as her when there's actual consequences. Now she's the one being sarcastic.]

[Light is amused by the challenge as it's more interesting than anything else ineffectual Naomi Misora has said or done so far, but he leaves the bait untouched. Indulge a stupid dead woman's desire to play games? He'd rather watch paint dry.]

That's very kind of you to extend the invitation. Misery loves company, mm?

[Yeah, that's what she thought. Smarmy little coward.]

Well, I'd say that goes both ways.

[Unspoken; your death, when it comes, will be so much more miserable than hers. She is absolutely sure of it, even without her mun confirming it as such.]

[Ah, but Light's quite convinced that no matter how miserable he may end up (and truthfully, he is abundantly unhappy at the horror/survival games he's been shipped off to for the past year), he will not want Misora's less than delightful presence.

Frankly, he doesn't care enough about her to waste his time harboring anything resembling active loathing for her existence. She was, and always will be, that luckless fool who placed too much trust in a stranger on the streets of Tokyo. A "what-if" that's barely worth remembering.

He's therefore quite content to let her assume the decline of that generous offer has to do with cowardice as underestimating a known enemy is only to her detriment.]

A two-way street, you think?

[ For a moment his demeanor changes, becoming contemplative before returning to his usual practiced air of nonchalance.]

We'd be traveling in opposite directions, of course.

I should only hope so.

[Ah, but surely the way he's insistently writing off their interaction in canon as the be-all and end-all means he is the one doing the underestimating? Not that anyone could blame him. As long as the thread exists in a vacuum, he'll always have the upper hand. The world must look nicer from his high horse. No, she won't stop thinking he's a coward, nor will she forget what a coward is capable of. Like a little child that couldn't believe he could be killed.]

I think that's enough hypotheticals for now, though.

[Well well if that isn't a face he hasn't seen in a while. He feels grudge and twisted respect both. But more importantly...]

You're such a skilled woman and he is honestly still the most important?

[Have a head-tilt. Did you miss this seeming absence of hindering bones that shows when he turns his head a little too far? Did you?]

[No she did not. Gross. Who let you out of your hole?

It's certain that Ryuzaki- no, Beyond Birthday, still fills her with a sort of instinctive exasperation. Perhaps even more so, now that she can reflect back on exactly how much alone time she had with the psycho. And she really has to wonder what kind of person would even want him in their 'headspace.'

But seeing him again, she remembers that there's still a lot she doesn't know about him. Him and L. ... either way, giving her a hard time about Raye isn't exactly a way to endear her to him again - Seriously, why does he get such a bad rap?! Misora just can't understand that.]

I don't need to justify my relationships to you, Beyond Birthday.

True. I was just wondering.

[He gives in to that surprisingly easy. Not like her personal life mattered to him on a deeper level. Beyond observes her curiously. Even a bit of a smile enters his face, but it's almost certain that this is fake and meant to creep her out a little further. Child's play and nothing of importance.]

I see, we've gone to calling me my real name now. I suppose, at this level I have no complaints anymore.

[They had it, they all had it. L, prison guards, the world. He'd presented it on a silver plate and just this miscalculation regarding Misora was what earned him the questionable pleasure of being alive to hear himself called that name now.
But it was fine. Ryuuzaki... B... No, he didn't want to hear those again either.]

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Of course I would use your real name. It's only professional.

... Besides, the name Ryuzaki... it belongs to someone else, doesn't it?

[She has no idea what she's actually asking, since she had no connection with the guy at the subway station to L. But it's still a curiosity.]

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[If there was any keyword to make his expression go sour just the slightest bit...]

Does it, now? Well, nobody in that place has ever been very strict about names.

[Ryuuzaki. A name meant to tear L down into a mockery. For it to have ended up in L's hands unironically now is still a bit of a harsh punch. L has too many names. It's like he collects them. And Wammy's House then gives out handy letters in exchange for yet other names. What a mockery. A human couldn't actually change their name, nobody knows better than Beyond.]

Place?

[what is he talking about? And what's with that reaction? She thought he had been copying the identity of this "Ryuzaki" person, so shouldn't he have known beforehand...]

I don't follow you, R- [dammit, old habits. Ahem.] Mr. Birthday.

[Oh, you blissfully unaware person. B's eyes have a bit of a distant look as he turns to her fully.]

It would be a much more capturing story were it a house out in the dark woods, but it isn't. It's a place were you get everything and become nothing. Past shadow, child's story...

Maybe he will tell you more, who knows?

[She listens, although it's on par with the weirdest things he's said to her as Ryuzaki. But she always figured those out, eventually. So she supposes she won't press. It's not their style.

Besides...]

You mean L.

... If that's the case, maybe I don't want him to.

[Well, she does, but her heart can't take it if she has to destroy another laptop in the process.]

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Oh?

[And back is his usual expression. Interesting though, how she'd ask him but not L. Heh.]

Too bad, I would have liked to hear how he'd describe it.

[Probably not at all.]

[She's just being contrary to save face. After all, L really has no reason to tell her about things, does he? And how did this subject get on L anyway, come to think of it? Could he be... no, no way. She would just have to crawl into a hole forever if that was him.]

...Somehow I don't think he'd want me relaying messages to you, even if they were things you already knew.

Would he really care? Now that all of this [Weary short movement to all of his scars] has happened.

[And a shrug]

Thank you for that, by the way.

How should I know? I still don't know exactly what it is we're talking about.

And you're welcome.

[She knows it was sarcastic, but well, she did save his life. He is welcome to that whether he likes it or not.]

[Oh, Misora. He really doesn't know what to think about you and whether or not he should have any sentiment at all. That is rare. Feel honored.]

Figures you would say that. It was an interesting game though.

[Sigh. As civil as she was allowing herself to be in a space like this, she can't help but give him a dirty look for referring to what happened as a game. He scooped out a little girl's eyeballs, for fuck's sake.]

If you ask me, it was the most boring thing you could have done. If we were to still be talking about skills in relationship to life choices, anyway.

It wasn't exactly a 'life' choice.

[But 'boring'? Please. B still likes his plan, in theory. A nice portrait of himself... Maybe right down to its failure, if he were to be self-loathing (which in fact, came easy to him at some times).]

But if you're already off criticizing my ideas, what would you have suggested instead?

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awww here it goes

Re: awww here it goes

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disclaimer: I love BB

That is quite the wonderful disclaimer here

It needed to be said here since she certainly won't help me with that

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