Detroit ... I passed through there once. [the hint of a smirk curls his lip.] I kept going.
[he seems to be relaxing a little, at least, arms finally uncrossed and his tone no longer outright hostile. mello silently considers for a moment how to answer hank’s question, how to explain his world, kira, the war he’s fighting to end kira’s reign of terror. gloved fingers drum lightly along the surface of the table separating them.
what the hell. it’s not like he’ll ever be forced to see hank again, right? and it’s a good way to kill their remaining time.]
He’s not an actual child, just acts like one - and mass murderer is probably the better descriptor. Since he rose to power, he’s murdered thousands upon thousands. He calls himself Kira.
[mello leans back in his chair, slouched, one foot brought up to rest on the edge of the seat. his arm is slung over the back of the chair as he begins his tale.]
You probably won’t believe any of this - frankly, it sounds too ridiculous to be true, and I have no evidence I can provide that backs up any of this. Kira’s murder weapon is a notebook that belonged to a shinigami, a god of death. All you need to do to kill someone with this notebook is to write their real name on the page while picturing them in your mind, and unless you specify the cause of death, that person will die of a heart attack forty seconds later. [he gives hank a languid one-shouldered shrug.] It sounds like complete bullshit, I know, but it’s not. Kira had more than one notebook, and I stole one from him. [“extorted” is a little more accurate.] I’ve held the murder weapon in my hands, seen it put to use with my own eyes, and I questioned the shinigami who originally owned the notebook about how it’s used and what its limitations are.
no subject
[he seems to be relaxing a little, at least, arms finally uncrossed and his tone no longer outright hostile. mello silently considers for a moment how to answer hank’s question, how to explain his world, kira, the war he’s fighting to end kira’s reign of terror. gloved fingers drum lightly along the surface of the table separating them.
what the hell. it’s not like he’ll ever be forced to see hank again, right? and it’s a good way to kill their remaining time.]
He’s not an actual child, just acts like one - and mass murderer is probably the better descriptor. Since he rose to power, he’s murdered thousands upon thousands. He calls himself Kira.
[mello leans back in his chair, slouched, one foot brought up to rest on the edge of the seat. his arm is slung over the back of the chair as he begins his tale.]
You probably won’t believe any of this - frankly, it sounds too ridiculous to be true, and I have no evidence I can provide that backs up any of this. Kira’s murder weapon is a notebook that belonged to a shinigami, a god of death. All you need to do to kill someone with this notebook is to write their real name on the page while picturing them in your mind, and unless you specify the cause of death, that person will die of a heart attack forty seconds later. [he gives hank a languid one-shouldered shrug.] It sounds like complete bullshit, I know, but it’s not. Kira had more than one notebook, and I stole one from him. [“extorted” is a little more accurate.] I’ve held the murder weapon in my hands, seen it put to use with my own eyes, and I questioned the shinigami who originally owned the notebook about how it’s used and what its limitations are.