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I've Met So Many People Who Look the Same
Who: L Lawliet ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dead_black_eyes and Kaito Kid bakaitoukid
Where: Olivine City
When: 6/9, dusk
Summary: L is a master detective known for taking on cases that only interest him. He's lucky enough to stumble across one during the evening.
Rating: PG for now, for possible language. Will update it if necessary!
Log:
L had obtained his first badge, his strongest pokemon was a level 65 Steelix, and he was still in Olivine City. He thought that he should really be moving on, perhaps going back toward Violet City to get closer to Beatrice (and therefore closer to Belphegor of Sloth), but for some reason, he'd lingered here. Maybe he liked the food, or the lighthouse; he kind of had a thing for lighthouses, apparently. They were pleasing buildings, straight and tall and reliable, and reassuring. It was a good place to think as well as battle, and L had spent his afternoon doing a lot of both.
At any rate, it was starting to get dark, and L was preparing to head back from from the windy beach. He had always been careful about venturing out alone at night, but things had changed a great deal for him since he'd actually gotten a team of strong pokemon. He wasn't exactly helpless anymore; on the contrary, he was doing well. True, he missed his world. More specifically, he missed his case. But he wasn't exactly a fool; he realized when it was useless to fixate. If Light was here, that might have been something to work with, but without him, there wasn't much more L could do except speculate. It was frustrating, but he wasn't going to just waste away pining for the intrigue he'd lost.
That resolution had helped him, but there was still the fact that the man had spent 17 years of his short life solving difficult, demanding, and often gruesome cases. It was his artist's medium, his gift, his savant skill. While he didn't love every moment (he often thought that his work, his life, and the nonexistent space separating them had taken away from his humanity and his ability to relate to others), he couldn't deny that it was stimulating. It kept him occupied, kept his mind from going to darker, overwhelming places. Geniuses kept better if they were kept busy, and L was no exception. He had been keeping busy, but there were people here who couldn't hold a candle to his intelligence, keeping busy in the same ways. They couldn't possibly appreciate L's particular brand of restlessness, the one that nudged him into throwing caution to the wind with dangerous individuals like Beatrice. Despite Johto's colorful and beautiful setting and the fascinating pokemon, L didn't feel much like himself lately. He was used to a quieter world, a darker world, and a more solitary world, which might have been why he was out this evening in the first place.
His Ninetales trotted next to him; his pokemon were largely worn out from their training in the lighthouse, but Kith had insisted on walking with him. L, true to form, surrounded himself with people who could protect and provide for him, and his pokemon were no exception. They were loyal to a fault, and it didn't take much to throw even his most adorable and docile pokemon into a defensive mood. One of them always wanted to be out flanking him, and L had no objections.
His peripheral vision caught what appeared to be a flash of white on the rooftops above them. He glanced swiftly at Kith; it appeared that she had seen it, too.
dead_black_eyes and Kaito Kid bakaitoukidWhere: Olivine City
When: 6/9, dusk
Summary: L is a master detective known for taking on cases that only interest him. He's lucky enough to stumble across one during the evening.
Rating: PG for now, for possible language. Will update it if necessary!
Log:
L had obtained his first badge, his strongest pokemon was a level 65 Steelix, and he was still in Olivine City. He thought that he should really be moving on, perhaps going back toward Violet City to get closer to Beatrice (and therefore closer to Belphegor of Sloth), but for some reason, he'd lingered here. Maybe he liked the food, or the lighthouse; he kind of had a thing for lighthouses, apparently. They were pleasing buildings, straight and tall and reliable, and reassuring. It was a good place to think as well as battle, and L had spent his afternoon doing a lot of both.
At any rate, it was starting to get dark, and L was preparing to head back from from the windy beach. He had always been careful about venturing out alone at night, but things had changed a great deal for him since he'd actually gotten a team of strong pokemon. He wasn't exactly helpless anymore; on the contrary, he was doing well. True, he missed his world. More specifically, he missed his case. But he wasn't exactly a fool; he realized when it was useless to fixate. If Light was here, that might have been something to work with, but without him, there wasn't much more L could do except speculate. It was frustrating, but he wasn't going to just waste away pining for the intrigue he'd lost.
That resolution had helped him, but there was still the fact that the man had spent 17 years of his short life solving difficult, demanding, and often gruesome cases. It was his artist's medium, his gift, his savant skill. While he didn't love every moment (he often thought that his work, his life, and the nonexistent space separating them had taken away from his humanity and his ability to relate to others), he couldn't deny that it was stimulating. It kept him occupied, kept his mind from going to darker, overwhelming places. Geniuses kept better if they were kept busy, and L was no exception. He had been keeping busy, but there were people here who couldn't hold a candle to his intelligence, keeping busy in the same ways. They couldn't possibly appreciate L's particular brand of restlessness, the one that nudged him into throwing caution to the wind with dangerous individuals like Beatrice. Despite Johto's colorful and beautiful setting and the fascinating pokemon, L didn't feel much like himself lately. He was used to a quieter world, a darker world, and a more solitary world, which might have been why he was out this evening in the first place.
His Ninetales trotted next to him; his pokemon were largely worn out from their training in the lighthouse, but Kith had insisted on walking with him. L, true to form, surrounded himself with people who could protect and provide for him, and his pokemon were no exception. They were loyal to a fault, and it didn't take much to throw even his most adorable and docile pokemon into a defensive mood. One of them always wanted to be out flanking him, and L had no objections.
His peripheral vision caught what appeared to be a flash of white on the rooftops above them. He glanced swiftly at Kith; it appeared that she had seen it, too.
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His Pokemon were duly tucked away in their pokeballs, which were attached to his belt as he leaped from rooftop to rooftop. The wind fluttered easily through his cape as he ran, a grin tugging up the corners of his lips. He had always enjoyed this rush, this feeling... at times, it almost felt like he really was flying.
Kicking off hard from the edge of the red-shingled roof of the Pokemon Center, he took another flying leap through the air, landing gracefully on top of the house adjacent, never once breaking stride as he propelled into another full run.
He had yet to notice the man and his Pokemon below glancing up at him.
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He quickly released his Haunter and his Kadabra; both of them were well-equipped to stop a suspect in their tracks. His Haunter had a quick and wicked tongue that had paralyzed L himself on more than one occasion, and his Kadabra was a powerful psychic creature that could likely compromise any escape attempts. They were high levels, and he had confidence in them; if backup was needed, well... he had that, too.
It was probably better not to make himself noticed. "Haunter," he said in a soft but unmistakably authoritative voice, "Intercept him. I don't care how you do it, but don't allow him to come to lasting harm."
Gleefully, Slightly flitted up to the rooftop, behind the white-clad thief. Silent and grinning, he attempted slide his tongue along the length of Kaito's spine; if it worked, the man would likely be temporarily (but highly effectively) paralyzed.
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"Aha--" The thief muttered in sincere surprise as he whipped around to face his attacker, hand immediately shooting to the pokeballs on his belt. He took a few steps back to place distance between him and the Haunter, blue gaze studying the Pokemon carefully. The gears in his mind were turning. Wild Haunter, this far out...? Certainly not unheard of, but unusual, yes...
"I wonder what brings you all the way up here, Haunter-san," the thief asked.
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"Haaaunter."
L listened below for the telltale thud of a paralyzed body crumpling, but heard nothing. He narrowed his eyes slightly, tilting his head, hearing his Haunter's languid cry. Was Slightly messing around when he needed something covert? That just figured. Maybe it called for treating his Haunter as a distraction and giving the lower-level (but more serious) Kadabra a chance to keep his suspect from escaping into the night.
L didn't even need to voice his command. The Kadabra's eyes glowed, reading his trainer like a book, and with any luck, his subtle use of Psychic would freeze Kaito's legs in place, giving L time to climb up via the fire escape and a boosting nudge from his Ninetales Kith.
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-- the only problem with that plan was the fact that his legs felt far too heavy to move.
His gaze quickly dropped from the Haunter to his legs, and he gave another tug. Nope, not budging. "Clearly I have a fan who doesn't want me to leave just yet..." He grumbled lightly, glancing back up at the Pokemon with a quirked eyebrow, "This isn't you, is it?"
The fire escape on the side of the building rattled, as if the noise was a direct response to Kid's question. There was someone (or something) else out there, not just the Haunter. A trainer, perhaps? In response, the thief plucked a pokeball off of his belt and enlarged it, holding it out to his side as he waited of his pursuer to emerge on the roof. He didn't enjoy showing others his Pokemon (he didn't want anyone recognizing that Kaito and Kid had a few of the same types), but in this situation, he might not have a choice.
"Greetings, good sir or madam~" he called out toward the shaking fire escape. There was no point in waiting until this person came into full view, "Lovely evening, isn't it?"
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Kaito would be seeing that for himself, soon enough. Unlike the thief, L struck rather an unimpressive image, with disheveled hair and bland, ill-fitting clothes that hung pathetically off of a figure that was too thin. He pulled himself up with some effort (his lack of upper body strength explained this one pretty well), his Kadabra following him with glowing violet eyes.]
"Lovely enough to engage in unorthodox habits under cover of darkness, it would seem," he stated dryly. "Why are you dressed like that, and where are you heading? The occasion must be very formal, to warrant such extravagant attire." He spoke with the easy fluency of an interrogator, sounding interested and curious when he was looking for answers to questions he wasn't asking explicitly.
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The thief let out a low chuckle when L began to interrogate him, and he used his free hand to gesture to his feet, which were still firmly glued to the roof.
"People aren't inclined to answer questions for someone who refuses to let them move freely," he pointed out, "And I'm certain that I'm not doing anything illegal." Right now, that was.
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"Illegal? Perhaps not... but if you've got nothing to hide, perhaps you'd indulge a curious citizen and tell us where you were going. I'm very good at keeping secrets."