"Five Years Later..."

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"Five Years Later..."

A Good/Bad Ending Meme

Happy First Anniversary, Save the Earth.

Let us celebrate by speculating on where our characters might be in another few anniversaries - pick one or both of the below and do a little babble/blurb - and from there, o' course, freely springboard off of others... or play/thread in the hypothetical scenarios, if you'd like.

Good Ending
Congratulations, Numbers Club - you've fended off the supposed invasion, after a global chase and monster attack and pseudo-political fight one after the other! With the last of the Enemy fleeing and your lot as Earth's heroes, you've got no need to hide yourself any longer - and look how much you've grown in all that time! What have you been up to - and now that you've saved the world, what will you do next?

Bad Ending
...Or you've failed to do any such thing. The alien invasion has succeeded and swarmed over the world. They've overtaken humanity, and the Noble Numbered might be desperately putting up a last-stand defense, hiding their heads, giving in, or on the edge after a string of failures - on a case by case basis. Everyone is bound to react to the apocalypse - and failure to Save the Earth - in different ways.

Comments

[dead_black_eyes]

Either he has gone completely insane, or the prison is under attack. L doesn't particularly care which it is; ultimately, his senses are telling him that he can finally escape, finally run further than his tiny space constraints, finally breathe fresh air. If he's shot on the way out, at least he'll go down tasting freedom.

He scrambles to his feet, making a mad dash in the direction of the prison fence, running on pure adrenaline. He doesn't make it far, though; his muscles have weakened and his head spins, and in moments the ground is rushing up and he's tasting gravel as he grinds to a violent, spent stop.

[shiromadoushi]

There's a moment's pause as the destruction finally finishes. As the dust sinks to the ground, the patch of ground L has collapsed onto shudders slightly before rising into the air, fragments spilling out to the ground below.

There's a very solid feeling supporting L now. Much like a giant monster hand. Because that is exactly what he's been scooped up by.

[dead_black_eyes]

Dimly, L is aware of the shifting below and surrounding him. As he's lifted into the air, it's the most logical call to make that he has died at last, and he peers down expecting to see his body... instead seeing an indentation where the earth had been lifted away.

Maybe he was blown to smithereens, he reflects, head lolling back onto the displaced dirt and grass and slipping into unconsciousness.

[shiromadoushi]

When he comes to, he's been set down on a couch in a clearly abandoned building. The remains of three vending machines lay ripped open around him, soda, water, chips and other packaged snacks littering the floor.

[dead_black_eyes]

There are a lot of questions that have to be asked immediately, but the refreshments surrounding him are the most driving physiological need, specifically the water. He seizes a bottle, not caring that it's room temperature, wrenching it open and guzzling the contents. Then he's reaching for another, but he's not getting enough air, and he chokes, spluttering and gasping as he shivers and attempts to recover from the shock his body is currently experiencing.

[shiromadoushi]

As if summoned by the man's wakefulness, the heavy presence that had been felt seconds before the prison had been destroyed fills the room. Watching. Silently.

[dead_black_eyes]

L isn't in a state, physically or mentally, to really notice any sort of "presence" without chalking it up to his own current chemical abnormalities. Until he's addressed directly, he's likely to continue to drink whatever is in his immediate reach, possibly to the point of vomiting.

[shiromadoushi]

[[The next bottle or bag he reaches for, he will find blocked by something invisible, yet solid. Something slightly warm, rough and large.

Fingers of a giant monster hand.]]

[dead_black_eyes]

It's a lot to process. L resorts to pushing at it, and, finding it unyielding, backing away from it in an uncoordinated fashion while pelting it with vending machine snacks. His sanity has worn thin, and this is not helping.

[shiromadoushi]

With the sound much like a sigh, there's a ripple in the room before a horribly monstosity fades into view. Though different than the last time Diabound showed, the monster's face is far more human. Far more familiar...

[dead_black_eyes]

If huge, invisible hands didn't help, then horrible monstrosities aren't much better. His chest clenches as his eyes widen, there's a horrible pain, and for a second, he's certain he's having a heart attack.

The tense moment passes, and though his heart aches as it pounds, it's still beating.

He reaches for a bag of chips; a pathetic way to arm himself, but maybe the only one he currently has at his disposal. Though he recognizes Bakura's face, it'll take some convincing for him to accept that he's not currently in danger or hallucinating.

[shiromadoushi]

The monster just stays still, watching impassively. He's not sure if he can speak. He hasn't tried. He doesn't especially feel like trying now. So instead, he just watches. Waiting for L to calm down.

[dead_black_eyes]

The monster isn't the only one who's uncertain about his powers of speech; L hasn't talked to anyone in, at this point, years. He'd talked to himself for a little while, but that had gotten old and maddening, and his voice had slipped into disuse and silence.

He doesn't have the energy to remain worked-up and terrified. Clutching the bag of chips, but making no move to throw it, he retreats to the edge of the room, watching warily with his sunken, dark eyes as he continues to nurse the bottle of water.