[When L hears the announcement, he makes his way post-haste to the Looking-Glass house. L guards the information and significant relics and people of cases past jealously, because there's always the possibility that they can cause mayhem and damage even worlds away. An old case file, a long-destroyed birth certificate, or a shred of genetic material falling into the wrong hands could be disastrous...
...and if the murder notebook made it here, that would be a calamity on a different level, entirely. But when L arrives, and is confronted by a Fae who thrusts a leather riding crop into his hands, it's... unexpected, to say the least.]
This isn't my--
[It doesn't seem to matter. L's left holding the thing in his spindly, white-fingered hands with an absurdly delicate and somewhat distasteful grasp, glancing uneasily at the other minglers in the crowded space.]
I don't suppose you have an equestrian penchant, or...
[He's thinking it very, very loudly. You can already probably sense what's coming through his extremely intense, round-eyed stare.]
...maybe a fetish?
III. Late Morning
[L's been holding onto the riding crop for far too long, by this point... but he's a detective, and it feels wrong to just leave it without at least figuring out who it belongs to. He also still hasn't found the object that supposedly came from his world, and that, above all, is extremely necessary.
Fortunately, there's a spell for that. The enchanted riding crop leads his steps, and as he travels with his gaze intently on the leather fetish gear, there's a good chance he pokes it right into someone.
Maybe it's you!]
Wildcard Option
[Riding crops aren't your thing? It's cool! Throw something else at me; feel free to catch L before or after he gets his hands on it (it belongs to Niles, who has L's handcuffs.)]
L Lawliet (Linden Tailor) | Death Note | OTA
[When L hears the announcement, he makes his way post-haste to the Looking-Glass house. L guards the information and significant relics and people of cases past jealously, because there's always the possibility that they can cause mayhem and damage even worlds away. An old case file, a long-destroyed birth certificate, or a shred of genetic material falling into the wrong hands could be disastrous...
...and if the murder notebook made it here, that would be a calamity on a different level, entirely. But when L arrives, and is confronted by a Fae who thrusts a leather riding crop into his hands, it's... unexpected, to say the least.]
This isn't my--
[It doesn't seem to matter. L's left holding the thing in his spindly, white-fingered hands with an absurdly delicate and somewhat distasteful grasp, glancing uneasily at the other minglers in the crowded space.]
I don't suppose you have an equestrian penchant, or...
[He's thinking it very, very loudly. You can already probably sense what's coming through his extremely intense, round-eyed stare.]
...maybe a fetish?
III. Late Morning
[L's been holding onto the riding crop for far too long, by this point... but he's a detective, and it feels wrong to just leave it without at least figuring out who it belongs to. He also still hasn't found the object that supposedly came from his world, and that, above all, is extremely necessary.
Fortunately, there's a spell for that. The enchanted riding crop leads his steps, and as he travels with his gaze intently on the leather fetish gear, there's a good chance he pokes it right into someone.
Maybe it's you!]
Wildcard Option
[Riding crops aren't your thing? It's cool! Throw something else at me; feel free to catch L before or after he gets his hands on it (it belongs to Niles, who has L's handcuffs.)]