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light yagami | 夜神 月 ([personal profile] godly) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2014-06-28 01:24 pm

[OPEN] we are always running for the thrill of it

WHO: Light Yagami and YOU!
WHERE: Here and there.
WHEN: The weekend of 6/28-/6/29.
WHAT: Light being Light over the course of a weekend?
WARNINGS: None thus far. Open for more scenarios, so send me a message if you want me to comment with a starter or anything!

01. coffee shop

[It's a sunny afternoon in Herpoa. And while Light often regards the weekends as the same as weekdays (with just less to do on the schedule), a rare part of him is actually enjoying the easygoing nature of the day.

"Easygoing", of course, being a relative term.

The cafe is fairly busy this afternoon. The hustle and bustle and murmur of the crowd forces his mind to keep focused on the book he's reading, while people pass by his little table for two, laughing and talking and, generally, being loud. It's a concentrated effort, forcibly reading and comprehending Dostoyevsky while distractions swirl around him; and -- for whatever many reasons that define Light as the person he is -- he's actually enjoying himself.

As it turns out, there's not very many open seats left outdoors. The chair across from him, however, remains empty and up for grabs, if anyone passing by should need it.]


02. coffee shop redux

[Light's incredibly focused state only proves to tempt fate, however. For a long while, he reads without incident -- until a group of young teenagers, attentions pointed amongst themselves and not at their surroundings, bump into Light's table. Being a rather small piece of furniture, it's not very stable to begin with; it lurches with the seemingly benign impact, tipping over his open coffee cup and spilling it across the table.

Light reacts by immediately scooting back in his chair, holding his book away from any impending coffee stains of doom. The liquid slowly spills over the edges of the table and he curses under his breath, lifting his eyes up to almost-glare at the group of teens -- who are, of course, already walking away, completely oblivious to the inconvenience they happened to cause Light.]


Figures. [He murmurs, uselessly grabbing the small napkin on his table to clean up what he can.]


03. outdoor tennis court

[Light vs. the Tennis Ball Machine. Though he'd not consider it the ideal situation, it's better than nothing. At least he seems busy enough, running about in his appropriate athletic garb, hitting the bright yellow balls back with a ferocity that should likely be reserved for human competitors.

The temperature's a bit warmer today and Light has already worked up a sweat; he's been there for awhile yet, and though it would be more prudent to take a break, the teenage boy is simply determined to keep pushing himself.

He's good, but he's only human. As his movements become more strained, a handful of the tennis balls go flying wildly, veering off to the side.

If someone happens to be watching, or just passing by closer than necessary, that someone might not appreciate being hit with said tennis ball...]


04. park bench

[And sometimes, he just wears himself out.

It's late afternoon , and though he'd never say so out loud, his feet hurt. There's a small wooden bench near a shade tree that looks more than inviting, and a minute later and Light is seated, leaning back and heaving a slow sigh. He closes his eyes and brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He feels the dull throb of a headache coming on. Maybe he should stop by the drugstore later.

He adds it to the list of Things To Do Later, but allows himself respite for now.]


05. choose your own adventure

[OOC: Wildcard! Or if you want me to set up a starter, just PM me and I'll happily do so.]
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[personal profile] glassinine 2014-06-28 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Edgeworth had noticed Yagami in the coffee shop a few minutes before. He hadn't gotten up to say hello, of course; things were far more harmonious between the two of them lately, certainly, but that didn't change the fact that when Edgeworth was sitting by himself sipping tea he wanted to stay sitting by himself sipping tea. Yagami was such a damned extrovert sometimes; there was no guarantee that he wouldn't try to start a conversation.

So he sat, drinking his tea and reading his book, until he heard a little clatter and commotion. When he looked up, he sees some retreating throng of youths, and Yagami's table is soaked with coffee.

Well, ignoring him for the sake of avoiding conversation is one thing; not helping is another. At once, Edgeworth sets his book aside, and moves to the table by him to collect a stack of napkins. Then, at once, he goes over and drops them onto Yagami's table, head lowered, trying to sop up the liquid.]
Edited 2014-06-28 18:51 (UTC)
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[personal profile] glassinine 2014-06-28 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
It's fine.

[That's all he says. Nothing more. There are times when Edgeworth talks far, far too much and days when he's uncomfortably taciturn; this is evidently one of the latter.

Still, he is quite helpful; he cleans up strategically, pushing in the coffee from the edge of the table towards the middle so that comparatively little of it slops on the floor - or onto Light. But there's a stack of perhaps ten napkins left unused; they're clearly for Light to assist in the clean-up effort.]
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[personal profile] glassinine 2014-06-28 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's - an embarrassing thing to say. Edgeworth clears his throat, self-conscious: is that what Light thinks of him? Or is he being mocking? Or is he trying to just be ironic in a non-mocking way, or...

In his embarrassment, he pays a bit less attention to what he's doing. As a result, his hand bumps against Light - nothing intense, just a knuckle against his knuckle, nothing that would cause even a bit of pain or distress -

If it weren't for the fact that that contact was enough to activate Edgeworth's power. And the fact that it's just a light brush of skin on skin doesn't matter. It comes full-force and brutal.]
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[personal profile] glassinine 2014-06-29 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[A scream has a way of cutting through the bustle even of a crowded place. The cafe falls completely silent. Everyone there turns to look at the two of them.

Edgeworth isn't cognizant of that. He's taken instead by terror for Light. The boy's face is contorted; fear and misery are clear; and he has no idea why it's happened, what's going on. When he uses his power, he can faintly feel something, but only faintly, and only when he concentrates; like this, with it activating while he's absent-minded, he has no idea what's going on.

So Edgeworth steps forward at once. He grips Light's arm and asks him, urgently - ]


Yagami - Yagami! What's wrong?
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[personal profile] glassinine 2014-06-29 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Did I - ?

It had happened once before, by accident. His hand had brushed against Mitchell's, and Mitchell had stumbled back, all but catatonic with agony. Is that...? Is that what this is? Has he done it to Yagami as well? It - It seems impossible, seems indeed absurd - because Yagami is just a boy, just a child, and blameless; there ought to be no guilt to torment him. Is this power of Edgeworth's so brutal, then? Can it truly cause even the innocent to suffer?

But with Mitchell, it had faded quickly. Edgeworth's power had, by whatever happy accident, turned into the alleviation of guilt, instead. But now - here - this -

He should try to help him. He should try to make this better. But God, God, what if he makes it worse, instead - He's so scared that he'll make it worse that he draws back, panic-stricken and pale. He stammers - ]


I'm - I'm sorry, I...

[Edgeworth looks up, desperately searching for someone who can help.]

He needs - medical attention, or...
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[personal profile] glassinine 2014-06-29 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[He ought to give an answer that's coldly, clinically rational. He's a prosecutor, isn't he? He knows how to present a well-reasoned case for or against culpability in court. He ought to say, I don't know, Yagami; I'll need to collect more evidence before I can be certain I'm at fault. He ought to say, You need to calm down, and then we can determine the specifics. Because he's not certain it even was him. He's not certain he even was the guilty party. He's not certain that Yagami hasn't been...poisoned, God forbid, or hurt in some other way, and that needs to be ascertained before he assumes guilt.

Yet even so, what tumbles out of his miserable mouth is this:]


It was - accidental.

[And then he backs away, shaking his head. Thankfully, a woman comes between them at that moment, kneeling down in front of Yagami and saying in a clear, confident voice, I'm a doctor. Are you hurt?]
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[personal profile] glassinine 2014-06-29 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Edgeworth should go after him. He should stop him. Reassure him and soothe him. Explain his power, try to assuage the guilt using his ability...But - all of that would be the right thing to do if it were actually within his power to help. But look at this, this wreckage, just from the brush of Light's hand against his. He can't make anything better. He can't help anyone.

So instead he watches Light go. The shop is silent a moment; then someone clears their throat and says something to someone else, and then gradually conversation returns to the place. Someone laughs nervously, someone else a little more naturally. The doctor shakes her head and rights the table.

And Edgeworth just stoops and picks up the coffee cup, the book. He stares down at them, his gaze hollow, a feeling of misery and culpability weighing down on him. He swallows. Puts the coffee cup in the basket for used dishes. Tucks the books under his arm. Turns to go.]