Episode 13-C
The room was dark, and there was going to be a single man meeting them there. Ryuk stood, hanging back, wings stretched out, watching everyone. They were tense, because of course they were.
Alex was dressed as professional as they could be, but they knew that this would be a difficult meeting, to say the least. If they proved this, then they'd have to deal with a team not under their control, or under the control of any of the police, at least in part. But it was necessary, and Alex had told themselves this again and again.
It was almost New Years, and they should be drinking in preparation for New Years' Drinking. It was like the pre-game tailgating, really, though Alex knew little enough about sports in general. But there was that feeling that they were missing out on this, but also that they needed to hurry.
The deaths had started up again. This time it was targeting advocates, people whose ideas and causes were beyond the pale. Neo-Nazis, leaders of each of the Klans, anyone who could be targeted without seeming, Alex guessed, too openly political.
Or at least, the wrong kind of political. The first killer wasn't ending the lives of politicians that voted against Gay Marriage or any number of other political stances that the killer, Rachel, and Patricia all seemed to share. Instead, it seemed like the killer, whoever they were, understood that attacking an elected politician was a mistake.
In fact, it was a mistake that they would pay for, either way, because while the first killer hadn't done it, who would be able to help but blame it on them? Nobody would guess the existence of a second killer unless the news came out, and in the meantime, more and more resources would be put forward because of this. The FBI had to bite if it was said that some police department in the mid-west had an idea of what had caused all of this.
So here they were, all five of them, in a dark room, ready to meet a single person. A person who possessed a fake ID, and whose real name Ryuk would hopefully reveal, at least once a bribe was offered.
"So, Ryuk, what do you want? What are your goals?" James asked, another question they'd been saving for the wait.
"Welll, I'm mostly bored, and I want someone to entertain me. That kid was alright, and he had a fun thing going with the days of Christmas thing." Ryuk scratched his face, looking oddly innocent, or at least a little childish, "so I'm going to follow you around, see if you do anything interesting with the book. Or use it to find the first killer. That'd be neat. Whoever has the most fun wins."
"I don't suppose you could simply tell us the name of the other owner of a death note?" Oliver asked, hopefully.
"Nah, that's no fun at all. And 'sides, you've kept Darius away from your little games, haven't you?"
"Well, it was worth asking," Oliver said. "Do you have any special powers?"
Ryuk nodded, and then he twisted his body around, doing a weird sort of handstand, but then wrapping his body around and around. "When we don't get apples, we get like this."
It looked grotesque, and made Alex's stomach churn a little, the way that bones clearly weren't working the way bones were. If a Shinigami even had bones.
"Anything else?" Ignatius asked.
"Oh, and I can fly."
Darius rolled his eyes.
"So, this game. Is it common? Is the first shinigami the one behind it?"
"Yeah, and most of the Shinigami? They're boring and they're bored. They do nothing more than lay around all day in a decaying nothing, gambling and complaining. And if I even bother to do something a little fun or write too many names in my book, they make jokes about trying too hard." Ryuk said it with a slight annoyance, "It was so boring. But he wants to change that. He gives a bunch of speeches on things that I can't understand, like apparently some of us are so lazy we forget to write a name and die. It happens, actually. You write one and you stop paying attention and just choose whoever you see first, and then you forget."
Ryuk shrugged, "And you can't even write another Shinigami's name down in the notebook, which is no fun at all. So it's lonely and annoying, and we spend all of our time just fucking around."
"Are there any other beings out there?"
"No. Nothing besides us, and you humans," Ryuk said, "and humans are the more interesting ones. So we dropped some notebooks to see what happens." Ryuk gave a shrug, hovering a little bit in the air as he did.
He didn't regret any of this. Alex stared at them. It wasn't even that he'd analyzed things and decided that ultimately it was for the best. He wasn't a deluded murderer. No, he enjoyed this, enjoyed watching this. That's what those eyes said: that if a million people died that'd be even more of a hoot. That he was answering questions because it amused him, and he'd stop answering questions, or at least he'd hem and haw a lot more, if it wasn't for the fact that the more Alex and the other knew, the more fun they might provide.
Yet other questions seemed to beckon, different and branching ones, given time. The right questions could provide the right answers, that much was for sure. "How many of you are there?"
"There used to be one-hundred and nine, but…"
There was a knock on the door, and the lights went on as a man stepped in. He had tanned skin, and brown hair, and a soft beard that looked as if it had been carefully tamed. He looked around, and then his eyes rested on Darius as he stepped forward.
he was wearing a suit, and from it he pulled out a badge. "Morgan Freeman, FBI."
"Nah," Darius said, "not that charming. Ryuk, would you tell me his name for an apple?"
"Hmmmmmmm. How about two?" Ryuk asked.
"Sure, two it is."
'Morgan' looked over at Alex for a moment as they stepped forward. It was the blonde wig, wasn't it? Alex smiled winningly.
"Jesus Smiley," Ryuk said.
Alex could barely hold back a chuckle, though they knew that one didn't choose one's name.
"Jesus Smiley," Alex said, stepping forward, holding out their hand, "you may call me Alex. You may also touch the book."
Darius brought it out, holding it carefully. Smiley reached out, touched the book, and then frowned up at Ryuk.
"What in God's name are you?"
"God?" Ryuk asked, seeming confused, though likely on purpose. "I suppose that's true…"
"He is a Shinigami. And if you want to know why a member of the United States Congress is dead, then it's all in that little book," Alex said, quietly. "And if we want to stop a human with a book that can murder people, we need your help. And your team needs ours."
"Well. I'm going to have to run this up the ladder, but…"
James stepped forward, holding out a hand, "Welcome to the team anyways."
Smiley was not smiling much, "And here I thought it was a joke."
"If it is, nobody is laughing," Ignatius said.
And Ryuk, a master of timing as he was, deciding to take that moment to start laughing uncontrollably.
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What to do to prepare for the team-up? (Choose 2)
[] Get the papers in order, make sure that everything is ready and waiting and prepared for the new team.
[] Begin gathering/putting together a case for why Patricia or Rachel are the most likely suspects.
[] Maybe now's the time to push to see if you can get legal permission to listen in on their phone conversations?
[] Follow them around some more, and begin marking locations… the FBI does have more than a little pull.
[] Use Damien to get closer to them.
[] Use Darius as a sort of threat against them.
[] Try to use their family…
[] Write-in.
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A/N: And thus ends another episode.