"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.

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[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.