Nu! IMMA SHINIGAMI!
I was a bit wierded-out by that as well, considering that he said in no uncertain terms that he was going after Rachel. Turns out the Joker told him the opposite locations. He went to Harvey by mistake.
Love the *Insert awkward silence here* part.
Nintendo do too much necromancy on their old franchises to me. I mean, the only good games out on the Wii right now are their usual franchises i.e. Metroid, Mario, Zelda, etc. Don't throw the Wii Fit and Wii sports at me. They're not real games in my eyes. From where I'm standing, the Wii is a cheap piece of hardware for you to screw around with some mates with or have parents play with their kids. All actual games end up seeming tacked-on, especially how developers obsessive-compulsively throw Wii motion controls in, otherwise it isn't worth bringing out on the damn thing.
It increases their range. Just tapping it will make Naruto/Kakashi jump forward about three meters before phailing horribly. Fully-charging it sends them hurtling across the map at breakneck speed.
Banned for making Light look perverted >:|
Well of course he's in hiding, Repliku. He hasn't decided that you're Kira and enrolled in your university yet. He hasn't even shown his face to Neku, Pika_power and the gang. He will arrive soon :D. BTW, he PMd me twice about Kh-vids.DeathNote. Don't assume that our L is idle.
IF ANYONE DOESN'T KNOW THAT BY NOW THEN THEY DON'T WATCH DEATH NOTE! Though that is a really funny thought. He'd kill every single Reaper with a Ryuzaki Kick and solve the storyline in a day :p
Imagine Neku running along one day and seeing L competing for another chance at life after Rem kills him :p
They'd give him a medal for snuffing out that annoying little blonde!
He'd make the Chidori come out of his foot or something >_>. I hear he once made a chidori come out of a sword.
Naruto shoe: Believe it! Sasuke: Shut up. naruto shoe: Believe it! Sasuke: Shut. UP! Naruto shoe: Believe i- Sasuke: CHIDORI!
I am all-powarful!
61: Get in the path of Repliku, ICSP or Pika_power while they're debating and you will be crushed.
Turn left at fork in road. Eeen Soviet Russia, road forks you! Peter: Geez is that getting old...
Naruto: This series is way more popular than Yu-Gi-Oh. I bet we'll get more fans even if i come up with some incredibly annoying catchphrase like 'Believe It!' Iruka: Naruto, I'll buy you ramen if you NEVER say that again. Naruto: I won't make any promises. Yay for Naruto Abridged. :D
OoC: I don't control L! Random Angel does, blame him/her/it!
Three folding chairs sat in the centre of the studio. Three people sat in these chairs, holding scripts and conversing softly as crewmen busied themselves around them. “Ok, let’s go over this one more time,” L said. He was sitting in the chair on the right. His chair was cast into deep shadow, a pink Hello Kitty umbrella suspended above his head. “Sorry, I just can’t take you seriously with that umbrella,” I stifled a laugh, clutching a half-eaten cookie in one hand and my script in the other. My Fork of Truth was hanging from my belt. I was sitting in the centre chair. “Paladin, we have to get through this!” Repliku insisted, “We have to rehearse so that we can get the scenes done on time! Just look what happened to last chapter? You had to pull a fast one and send in Old Snake to ad lib with L while we got together.” He was sitting in the left-hand chair. Neku and TwilightNight were waiting at the wings. “God, the only good thing about having you as a scriptwriter is that we skip a lot of exposition.” “Not my fault...” I grumbled. Unseen in the shadow of the foreboding Hello Kitty umbrella, L spotted a cardboard box gliding across the stage behind them a foot or two above the ground. In this gap he could see two legs pumping furiously. L sighed and reached out from beneath the plot shadow cast by the umbrella and picked up the megaphone lying beside his chair. “We have another breach of security in the L’s Room set!” L called. A warning sound blared through the room. L noticed the cardboard box behind him increase pace, stopping next to a pile of discarded boxes and settling down. The MGS4 Love Theme (Action Version) began to play loudly throughout the studio. Repliku looked around, curious. “That freaky old man has been sneaking around all day,” L explained, “he still thinks a cardboard box counts as camouflage.” “Don’t knock the box,” a throaty old voice snapped from somewhere in the corner of the room. “But why the music?” Repliku asked. “Comes included with Senile Secret Agent PlaysetTM,” L said scathingly. “DON’T KNOCK THE SNAKE!” I yelled at L, threatening to dislodge the umbrella. “Can we PLEASE just record the DAMN SCENES!?” Repliku roared at the both of us. L nodded and hopped off his chair, unclipping the umbrella as he did so. He walked over to the set. As soon as he set foot in the darkened room he cast aside the umbrella and began recording. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Neku picked up the phone. “What? Another six victims?” he asked. He listened. “Acted strangely? Send me the photos,” Neku ordered. He booted up his laptop and opened the new eMail he’d received. Three photos and reports jumped out at him. Neku read with interest. One victim had drawn a pentagram on the wall before he died. The second left what looked like a suicide note. The third had run out of his apartment in a frenzy before dying in a public restroom. “Odd...” Neku thought, “I should see what L thinks of this.” In his dark room, L stared at the glowing computer monitor on the floor. A window automatically opened with the letters T and N in Old English font. “TwilightNight, what is it?” L asked. “We just received some disturbing reports from Neku,” TN reported, “You should see this yourself.” With that, the files jumped through the network and onto L’s computer. L looked at the pentagram picture and at the suicide note. A pentagram? What could... This suicide note... Did the man write this of his own accord, or was Kira somehow able to control his actions before he died? “Neku?” L asked through the microphone. Neku looked up at the sound of the synthesized voice. “I’d like to keep information about these deaths out of the forum or the media if you could,” L requested, “I suspect that Kira is using these people as experiments, so we shouldn’t release information of their success.” Neku felt disgusted, “I will, L. I can’t believe Kira would do something like this. Using people’s lives like it was a game... it’s despicable...” In his room, L sat back to think. What could Kira’s objectives be with these tests? Perhaps he’s leaning towards some sort of major move. The investigators he brought in might notice some suspicious activity. But what if they aren’t just tests? What if the drawing and note contain some sort of hidden meaning... L noticed something about the note in a flash of clarity. The note was four paragraphs long. The first word of the first paragraph seemed to have been something starting with L before the man scribbled out all the letters apart from L. Taking this and the first words of the other three paragraphs, L cobbled together a hidden message. “L do you know?” L muttered to himself. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX At the scene of the busjacking, Repliku was standing outside a ring of onlookers and officials that had crowded around the body of the busjacker. His girlfriend was hanging around, cautious. Firekeyblade was standing in front of him. “Listen, Repliku,” Firekeyblade told him, “I’m in North America on a secret investigation. It’d be best if-“ “I don’t tell my dad or anyone,” Repliku finished for her, “I know. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about this meeting.” Firekeyblade nodded in thanks and hurried off. Of course I won’t tell anyone, Repliku thought, I wouldn’t want anyone to know that I came in contact with an investigator on the Kira case, least of all L... XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Firekeyblade entered her apartment and sighed, ruffling her hair. Taking her jacket off, she stepped into the living room. “Sorry I’m late,” she told her roommate, Amber. “What happened?” Amber asked, slightly worried. “I got caught up in a busjacking,” Firekeyblade explained, “Nobody got hurt. The guy just screamed at thin air, emptied his gun and got off. Poor sod got hit by a car.” Amber was struck by a thought, “Did the man... die?” “There wasn’t any time to make sure,” Firekeyblade replied, bemused. “Listen, don’t you think it’s a little odd that he died?” Amber continued, “I know you were on the bus with someone you were investigating. It seems like too much of a coincidence-“ “Amber,” Firekeyblade cut her off, “You’re not an investigator any more. I told you not to get started on the Kira case. Listen, we can handle this. I know you’re a good agent, but you need to wind down.” “Sorry,” Amber said apologetically, “Old habit...” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX “So, Repliku, are you going to pwn Firekeyblade yet?” I asked, still playing my PSP. I had taken a break from Crisis Core and was now playing God of War: Chains of Olympus. I AM THE GOD OF WOAR! “No,” Repliku said, sitting at his desk, “It would look too suspicious if I killed her now.” He tapped his pen on the Kh-vids.DeathNote. “I’ll wait another week.” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX “L, there’s another suicide note for you,” TwilightNight’s voice echoed from the computer speakers. L crouched in front of the computer as the message loaded. L skipped reading the actual note and checked if his theory was right. There it was! Coupled with the previous message... “L do you know, gods of death...?” L muttered, “Is he implying that they exist?” “TwilightNight,” L instructed, pulling the microphone closer, “I want you to look out for any messages like these that show up.” “Understood.” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX One week later, Repliku and I were at a train station. Repliku was leaning against the wall, scanning the crowd. He was wearing a hoodie, the hood pulled over his head and casting shadows over his eyes. “Are you going to do it here?” I asked, slightly confused, “This place is crawling with people.” Repliku looked sideways at me and replied quietly, “Let’s just say you’re about to see the results of my experiments over the past few days. For example, I found out that you can write the details of a death, then add the name in later and it will still happen.” “Oooh,” I said, “Even I didn’t know that.” Repliku made a gesture to shut me up. He’d spotted his target. Firekeyblade walked past us, completely unaware of our existence. Without a word, Repliku followed her. Soundlessly, Repliku pulled up behind her. “Firekeyblade,” Repliku hissed, “Turn around and you’re dead.” Firekeyblade stopped dead. “My name is Kira.” Where have I heard that voice before? Firekeyblade thought desperately, trying not to panic. “Of course, I’m going to prove to you that I really am Kira,” Repliku continued. “You see that man sweeping the floor over by the coffee shop? He’s about to die of a heart attack.” This can’t really be Kira... can it? Firekeyblade thought. She gasped as the man her stalker had indicated tumbled to the ground, clutching his chest. People converged on the site. “I figured that if I didn’t kill at least one person you wouldn’t believe me,” Repliku explained sinisterly. “Just so you know that man was banned from Kh-vids.net for sexual behaviour. But he kept coming back, so I had to kill him. Wouldn’t it be terrible if someone else here had to die-?” “Don’t do it,” Firekeyblade cut him off hastily, “I-I believe you.” “Wouldn’t it be tragic if someone you knew and loved had to die?” Repliku threatened. “Believe me, make one false move and you and your whole family will be next.” “P-please,” Firekeyblade stammered, “I’ll cooperate.” She felt something pressed into her hands. She looked at it. It was a large, rectangular envelope. She reached inside and felt something. A transceiver? “Put it in your ear,” Repliku instructed. Firekeyblade did so. “I want you to get on the train,” Repliku continued, “Sit next to the door. If that seat isn’t available, wait until it is. Now, exactly how many investigators have come to North America? How are they organized?” Firekeyblade’s mind raced as she watched the train draw towards the station, replying, “There are twelve, including me. They’ve been organized into three groups of four.” Firekeyblade stepped onto the train. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the shadow of her stalker ghost through the crowd and onto the train. Once inside, she sat down on the seat next to the door and waited. “Now, take out the rest of the envelope’s contents,” Repliku instructed. Firekeyblade reached in and pulled out a sheaf of paper. There were four or five pieces of paper, each bound within a folder. Rectangular holes had been cut out of them, leaving just enough space to write a few words in. “I want you to write the name of your superior in the space provided at the top of the first sheet,” Repliku ordered. Firekeyblade did so, her neat cursive script filling the space. “I see you have your laptop with you,” Repliku observed, “Open it. You’re about to receive an e-mail.” Firekeyblade did so, and noticed that she had just received an e-mail from her superior containing the names and photos of all eleven of the other investigators. “Now, I want you to write down those investigator’s names in the spaces provided,” Repliku instructed, “Make sure to keep their faces in mind as you do so.” Firekeyblade complied, all the while trying to work out what Kira was playing at. “Now that you’ve done that, put the pieces of paper back in the envelope and put it on the luggage rack above you. Wait until no one will notice that you’ve left without it, and ride the train for at least another half-hour. I will be watching.” A half hour later, the train finally stopped. Everyone who had been in the train car with her had left. Firekeyblade stood up and left the train. The instant she set foot on the platform she felt her chest seize up. She stumbled and fell, sprawling across the cold, unforgiving concrete. Clutching her chest, Firekeyblade rolled over to look back into the train car. “R-r-repliku?” Firekeyblade finally understood. Repliku stood above her, his hard, unforgiving red eyes boring into hers. “Farewell, Firekeyblade,” Repliku said coldly as the train doors slid shut. Firekeyblade spasmed and went stiff. And the other eleven investigators? Repliku laughed inwardly, They all died of heart attacks after receiving the exact same e-mail... XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX “That’s it, L, I’m calling off the investigation,” the voice said angrily through the computer speakers, “All twelve of my agents and their superior have been killed by Kira. I can’t risk any more of my agent’s lives. Goodbye.” There was a mere split-second of silence before L was contacted by Neku. “What the hell were you playing at, L?” Neku demanded angrily, “I know that you had agents investigation our team. How could we have been under suspicion?” “I felt it necessary in order to get closer to Kira,” L said coolly. Still sore, Neku cut off the transmission. There was no rest for L, however, as TwilightNight contacted him again. “A third suicide note, L,” TwilightNight reported, sending the picture across to his computer. L scanned the note. “L do you know, gods of death like cookies?” L muttered, frustration rising. Damnit Kira, stop playing with me. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX “Right,” Neku said, facing the investigation team over the table, “I’m sure you’ve all heard about the recent deaths of twelve investigators and their superiors. Now, I’m not going to pretend that this investigation isn’t dangerous. Staying as a part of this means risking your lives, and I’m not going to force you to continue. If you leave this investigation now, I won’t begrudge you for it.” Neku watched as member after member silently filed out of the room, one or two muttering apologies. Neku sat back as the numbers thinned out to almost nothing. Neku made eye contact with Pika_power. He had seemed nervous last time he’d been at the meeting. Would he have it in him to stay? Pika_power returned Neku’s gaze resolutely. Neku was now left with Pika and four other members. That made six, including him. “Well, six men isn’t much of a task force,” Neku sighed. “I am grateful that you all stayed,” L told them through the laptop on the table, “The fact that you want to stay on the case and bring Kira down shows me that you have a strong sense of justice. I trust you all completely.” “I think it necessary for me to become a direct part of this case. I want to meet you all in person. Come to the hotel in the centre of town and come to room 112. I will be waiting there,” L continued, to the astonishment of the others. They would get to meet L in person! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX “Hmmm,” the bus driver said, looking at the picture Amber was holding up, “Yeah, I remember that guy. He was on the bus when it happened.” “Do you remember any of the other people who were on the bus with him?” Amber asked. “No, sorry,” he apologized. “Thank you for your time,” Amber said quietly, leaving the bus depot. Whoever Kira is, he must live close enough to use this bus line... XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX “This is it. We finally get to meet L...” Neku said. He and the other five members were standing outside room 112. Each of them was positively sweating in anticipation. What would this great member look like? Neku opened the door. OoC: Well, looks like Firekeyblade is down and we're going to meet ICSP. Just so you know, Old Snake will be a recurring joke character. At least, whenever this story is a parody. Grrrr, I NEED TO ADAPT NEW WORLD! I've been dying to write that episode ever since I saw it! So sad... Expect my reaction to be different to Ryuk's :D
"Hi," Light said, shaking Jacob's hand, "But I'm not L. I'm the Vice Principal Light Yagami." Light pointed behind him, "That's L." Light waited for their reactions to the untidy, insomniac-looking man crouched on the chair behind the desk.
Yep, I loved it too. I brought a friend over so that we could play it together. I spent most of the time trying to get into Jutsu clashes with him because the AI hardly ever uses Rasengan/Chidori. While playing with him I also discovered that if you throw shurikens at the same time they clash in mid-air and are knocked aside. But the great part is, he left his Sixaxis at my house, so I played a match where I just found different ways to clash. So, Nijutsu, shurikens, ninja dashes and chakra dashes can clash. In a particular highlight I was playing a Naruto vs Naruto match with both controllers and got them both as Nine-Tailed Fox. I got them onto the cliff that's across the river (knock an enemy towards the cliff so that they hit it to change location onto the cliff). Then I made them clash a Nine-Tailed FOx Rasengan where the loser would die. It was epic.
