Extraordinaire's Story

The story so far.....

Dalton, a young man who picked up the fabled "Death Note", has begun killing. As a jest, he made up the figure "Kira". His first two victims rambled about "Lord Kira" and how disobeying him would prove fatal.

Now, the world's greatest detectives have been assigned to the case, the main of which being "Commotion." Commotion taunted Kira on a live broadcast all over Japan. Of course, that's why the public was told. Kira had a man taunt the detective before being hit by a bus, which meant that Commotion's plan was successful. The broadcast was actually only sent to Kumomi, Japan. Now the world knows which city Kira resides in.

Inconveniently, Dalton's house burned down, causing him to have to move into the "Hotel Sakura". When Dalton has a dream that inspires him to turn the world into his own "Heaven", he goes on the offensive. He meets Commotion, fact-to-face, but before he even realizes it, a man kills himself just outside the window. It's later reveal that there is another kira, one who wants to contact him. The problem is, he can't find a way to meet up with the other Kira without Commotion detecting it.

Will Dalton successfully evade capture, or will the world's finest be able to bring this so called "Murderer" to an ironic justice?

"So...Carlos..." The red haired man began. "Where is your employer?"

The large man across the table stayed stagnant. He wasnt moving. An Immovable object. A stone house. A tank. An asshole. Extraordinaire paced the room with his hands behind his back, sporting a happy grin. He knew this interrogation was going to be a little difficult, but no worries... This was an art form. He had to play, to be a puppetmaster for the puppet across the table from him. He had to get the big lug to speak. If not just an insult, or a threat. He needed a sound to escape the mans lips. Extraordinaire was a constant buzzing that would never go away. An annoying cricket that you just cant kill. An unstoppable force.

When an Unstoppable force, meats an Immovable object, nothing good can come of it. Ex spun around and faced the man. "Carlos? whats the matter? I'd love it ever so much if you were to talk to me" he said in a sad voice. "I feel as if weve grown apart." he frowned and turned back to his pacing. He was just about to speak again when his cell phone rang. He cursed to himself and pulled it from his pocket. Before answering he turned to his guest. "I'm sorry dear, you'll have to excuse me." he smiled and slammed the heavy door, leaving the interrogation room.

"Yyyyeesm?" Ex answered.

"I have a case for you" said a dark voice on the other end of the call. Ex smirked and switched the phone to his other ear. "What kind of case mystery contact?" he swooned.

"A possible serial killer is under investigation in Japan." Ex raised his eyebrows. "Japan?!, Brother I don't know what youve heard, but I live in North America. thats a bit of a journey, and I'm kind of in the middle of something" he stepped to the door and was about to hang up. "Sorry friend, maybe next time."

"Commotion is on the case." the voice informed.

Ex stopped dead. He looked at the phone quizically, and returned it to his ear. "Uhhh. come again pal?"

"Commotion is on this case." Ex grinned.

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A day and a half later Ex steps off the continental flight from Honolulu Hawaii to Kumomi Japan. Suprisingly he had never been to Japan before. Ex smiled and drug his bag down the sidewalk. There were so many people, he couldn't believe it. He was lost, he was totally and utterly lost. He had no idea where to go or what to do, so when in doubt.... go buy a drink. He spotted a sake bar a few blocks down. "There we go!" he smiled in anticipation and strolled happily into the bar. He sat at the table and ordered a drink, as his eyes focused on the television above the bar. "Wonder what they have on T.V in Japan Land. the show didn't have a chance to start before a special report flashed across the screen, followed by a man at a desk. The man said whe was Commotion and he was coming after Kira. Ex couldv'e laughed out loud at that rediculous joke. This guy wasn't Commotion. Nevertheless he waited to see what he had to say.

Ex, after hearing the speach on tv, left the bar. He pondered over the things that were said. This was why he admired Commotion. The man was a damned genious tricking Kira like that. Es decided to stop gushing like a school girl and actually think. He strolled into the street with his hands in his pockets trying to make heads or tails of what was going on. As far as he knows, all the victims were criminals, pledged allegiance to Kira, and had their names plastered on the news at some point. Maybe that had something to do with this. Anyway, he had work to do, He had to find Commotion.

He arrived in his hotel room, checked in, and dropped onto his bed. He had a long night of sleep ahead of him, Jet lag was kicking his ass. He stared at the ceiling for five minutes before nodding off. Unfortunately he was only out a few seconds before his Blackberry buzzed in his pocket. He growled and pulled it out. He had an email...

He could have squeeled when he saw who it was from. Commotion sent him an email!!!! asking him to be on his team!!!! Ex immediately wrote down the address. He was told to destroy his computer, so thats what he did. He pulled out the battery, snapped it in half and threw it down the drain. He then drowned his phone in bleach, soap, and water. Once he was sure everything onit had been destroyed, he threw it as hard as he could into the wall, shattering it to pieces.

He nodded at his work once before nodding off once again. Early in the morning he would head off to see Commotion

The flight had been as always, flirting with the cute stewardess, getting her number and a kiss before he was off into the Airport. It was a rather small one when compared to Tokyo's airport, but when compared to other regional airports it was quite a large one.
"Flight to Nagasaki is underway, but technical problems have caused it to be 10 minutes late. We are terribly sorry for any inconveniences. Passengers for this flight are allowed to wait in the "Japan Air Lounge" all other flights are running on time." a speaker scratched. It was an impersonal voice. Female, yet hard to put a face to...

Frederick walked down the overtly clean aisles before he arrived at the exit. Outside was a hell of warmth in the dusk. The air was thick with smog from the hundreds of cabs all hoping to get a last customer before their shift was over.
Frederick quickly got one from his usual more luxurious service. Izu Transport. The car was a Mercedes, toned black windows and a slim figure. It was the perfect vehicle for someone of his status Frederick agreed with himself.
"Good day sir. Have you had a pleasant flight to Izu?" his driver asked, bowing quickly before opening the door for him. "Quite. I'd like you to drive me to Akima Boulevard 199." he said in a friendly voice, smiling at the driver. "Erm... I'm sorry, I'm new at the job." the young man said, suddenly very nervous. "Could you give me some sort of pinpoint to go for?"
"Drive to Hokito Square and make a turn around Sakura Hotel and then its just 7 blocks down. Not a long way..." he said, implying at last that he might just take someone else's cab.
The young man stood at attention, suddenly a lot more attentive. "Of course sir. I'll make sure that the ride will be comfortable."

Frederick seated himself in the cab. It was comfortable, the large German car was made for the moderately rich, so of course it was also an extended version with a small collection of treats, alcohol and cigars. Frederick made sure to make a glass of rum and cola, before the driver started the car.
"What's your name kid?" Frederick asked arrogantly. The driver swallowed hard, afraid that verbal abuse was inbound. "My name is Atsuka Horo, sir." he said, his voice trembling slightly.
"Okay then, Atsuka Horo, I'd like you to come to my address again tomorrow morning and pick me up at 6:30 AM. And also, could you roll up the screen, I'd like some privacy." he said, enjoying the nodding driver, intimidated by his client. "Oh and Atsuka. I'll pay in cash." he said as the dividing glass came up between them.

While driving through the rich night-life of Komamu, he turned on the news, another idiot trying to kill himself for this 'Kira' person... And now someone who called himself Commotion was in on it too.
Frederick had heard of Commotion before, his father had mentioned it when he told him about a Chinese sabotage case. A branch of the Chinese triads had been tracked down and imprisoned with the help of this Commotion person...
Frederick began thinking about it. A book which supposedly could kill people across the country had just dropped into his hands, and some sick-o named "Killer" had chosen to execute people, showing his power over death and life. The same power which he himself held...
"Maybe there is more than one book." Frederick mumbled as the car turned down on the mainstreet.
"If so... can I make people commit suicide too? I'll try it out tomorrow morning..."
"And what about this Commotion? He's going to become a complication to me too..."
"I'll have to eliminate him and Kira. Make sure that I'm safe using the book and the only one possessing this newfound ability."
He argued with himself for a little, before sinking into silence as the street lights illuminated his face. Something was horribly wrong.
"Maybe I should just put the book away... wait for the right time to use it..."
"No way! This Kira is getting all the attention! If I want in on it too, then I'll have to use the book too, even if I can't make people yell things, only die!"
"But the possibility of getting caught! Or worse the real Kira might turn up on my doorstep and kill ME!"
"Nah, I'm smarter than that. I'll figure something out, make it impossible for them to target me. And then I'll make them come out into the open. And I'll kill them."
"Sure. Go get me killed, that's what I'll do. Don't even look at the consequences."

He shaked the Altar-ego off of his shoulders and took up his phone. Speed dialling.
"Yes? This is Mr. Tokomura's office, you're speaking with his secretary Yohomi."
"This is Frederick Naokomi. I'd like to speak to Mr. Tokomura." he said, his voice soft and open. Indeed a snake's voice, dripping with honey.
"I'll put you through Mr. Naokomi." she answered, before letting him through to Tokomura's personal telephone.
"This is Tokomura, make it quick Naokomi, I'm about to start my meal." a deep voice rung out.
Tokomura was the boss of Top Media Inc. and American media giant which had established itself after the reconstruction of Japan after the 2nd world war. It had control of several newspapers and with Top-TV and Top-Pop Radio. And it was slowly spreading into the online media, it'd even set up it's own hosting services...
"Mr. Tokomura. I'm sorry to interrupt you at such an hour. But I'm calling regarding my previous manager. After his untimely death, his position has been made available. So I was wondering if it was possible that I could take over his position? I have good managemental abilities and I've been in the business for 5 years."
. . .
"Mr. Naokomi, don't use the death of your previous boss to advance your own position in such a ruthless and inelegant way... I'll take your appliance for the job into consideration. I'll call you back tomorrow with my decision..."
"Thank you sir. I'm honoured that you consider me an option." Frederick said, almost ready to scream out his success. The fact that the big boss had even waited to give his final answer was a good indicator that he'd already been under consideration.
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight, sir."

Frederick felt like popping a bottle of champagne, but then again... he was alone in a cab. And drinking with the driver wouldn't really be becoming for one of his status. He'd just call for a party at his place, inviting some of his closest friends... and by that, he wouldn't even know every tenth of them.

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The whole station was in disarray when he arrived. They'd all heard by then that he was their new boss. The eerie silence was almost destroying when he entered the lobby. No one was congratulating him on his new job. Not even a single one was smiling.
He smiled at them, before he waved in a couple of of people. Most of them carrying some boxes with a foreign label on them. Wine and champagne, quite the expensive kind.
"Come on folks! Let's start out fresh, eh? Don't want all of you to flee from your new boss!" Frederick exclaimed at the shocked crowd.
"Ehm... Congratulations boss!?" a voice from the back said, a trickle before the storm of congratulations. People began crowding around him to shake his hand and get a glass of champagne and a good laugh.
"Let them play some pop by Mizuki Haoro to show our support to her family and friends for the next two hours. We'll make sure to celebrate for real before we go back to work!" he yelled, waving with a bottle of champagne.


"This is the 1200 News. I'm your host, Frederick Naokomi and I'm about to rock your world!" Fredrick exclaimed his voice all hyped and ready to tell Japan about his plan. His Station had been chosen for this month's News, for an entire month he was able to broadcast to all of Japan. He was setting the agenda on the radio.
"Today Hakita Shihiro, a renowned criminal in Kobe, shot two police officers in the street. The police in Kobe have told our reporter that Hakita Shihiro is still on the loose. As of now they have no evidence as to the place where Hakita is hiding and they have two men in body-bags. The two officers, Hauru and Hotomura, 21 and 34 were both trying to negotiate with the criminal before they were shot. Hotomaru's wife and two children have not been contacted due to their problematic situation.
The police in Kobe ask any contributions as to the whereabouts of Hakita to be passed on to the officials. Also, informations and pictures taken within the last twenty-four-hours have been published on Top-Media.Jp. Please check up on these informations, to make sure you can identify this criminal and act accordingly. He is armed and a danger to the populace.

Continuing, a new menace has risen in Komamu. A vigilante or murderer only known as 'Kira', have in the past 24 hours killed 3 criminals in the Izu Region. Local police and the Japanese Intelligence Agency have not wanted to comment on the case, as it becomes more and more evident that this Kira person is an omni-potent figure. A person who wants to bring justice to the people, but in doing so abandons the rights of a fair trial.
Kira, if you're out there listening, then I have to ask you to turn yourself in. We all know of pain and fear, but you can't destroy all of it. If you give up now, then I'm sure that there will be a fair trial, even for the likes of you...
For more information on the Kira case, visit TopVlog.Top-Media.Jp where our private investigator will be posting his findings about Kira, starting this evening at 11'o'clock PM. Make sure to be there, when he unveils untill now totally unknown secrets about Kira!

And now to Hakodate, where beloved pop-idol Mizuki Haoro died yesterday, reportedly a heart failure..."

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Fredrick leant back after the broadcast was over. Kira would without a doubt be hearing of this. He'd probably become a frequent listener... if things turned out the way he planned. He looked at his clock, 13:00.
After this he could just let the crew do the rest. The new day-to-day host was a an old authoritarian man who had a deep and thrilling voice. Perfect for the younger assembly who listened to Top-Pop for the music. An old man with substantially no power as he was playing music he didn't even understand. The only plus of hiring him was that he could apply to those who now also would be zooming in for the 1200 News.

Frederick walked out the main entrance, smiling at the secretary in the lobby. Most of the day had been good, now only his flight and party this evening was in front of him... and of course he still had to test his ability... Oh, and make that blog for his "secret investigator". The blog was hosted and protected by Top-Media, a part of a deal he'd struck with the Board as a part of a campaign in getting more listeners.
Things were definitely going his way... he thought as his cab waited. He also, couldn't wait to get that driver in Komamu to personally pick up his VIP guests...

Ryan arrived at the hotel an hour or so early and decided to wait in the lobby. He dropped into a nearby chair and plugged in his headphones. He turned the Ipod to Random and sat back listening, allowing himself to drift away into the music. He needed to think about this decision he was making. It seemed that this would be a life or death situation. He assumed Kira was dangerous, but he had no idea how much so. This was a dangerous game he was playing, and he didnt plan on being a pawn. He was not about to march to Commotions fife. seeing as Ryan was the only person on the team who actually knows the region, he would be invaluable.

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Ex stepped into the hotel with a toothy grin. He was about half an hour early. It wasnt like him to be early... must be the excitement. He approached the staircase and was about to make his way to the room when he spotted a blond man sleeping in a chair nearby. How suspicious, who goes to a hotel, and sleeps in the lobby. He decided to go and thwart this villain.


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Ryan growled as he was tapped on the shoulder. He opened one eye and peeked at the intruder to his privacy. A man with red hair was prodding him. The man had a stern look and seemed upset. "Can I help you?" Ryan mumbled. The man simply stared him in the eye for a while. maybe three minutes. He then smiled and stepped back. "Nahh, your'e kosher." He smiled and held his hand out. "Name is Extraordinaire, Yours?" Red FLAG! Ryan looked at the man in suspicion. That must have been a code name. Time to use his cover. He took the hand. "Caesura" he answered. The man replied with the same look Ryan had sent him. They stood, hand in hand looking each other down, but then nearly at the same time they asked. "Commotion?"

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Extraordinaire smiled and let go of Caesura's hand. "Coolio" he said. He looked away from Caesura and checked his watch. "We gotta get going if we dont want to be late." he stated. Caesura nodded and the two of them lef the lobby, headed to the room to meet Commotion. When they arrived on floor 7 and reached the door to the room they were greeted by a large bodyguard to check them out. Like a club bouncer. He checked them, frisked them, and sent them in, slamming the door behind them. Inside they did not know what to do, so they simply leaned against opposite walls, waiting for instructions.

A door slid open in the huge hotel room, most likely it was from the bed room. A young man emerged, he appeared to be in his middle to late twenties. He had brown, shoulder length, hair. He also had a(seemingly) natural smile on his face. He was wearing a, white, button- up shirt with brown slacks and a red tie. You could tell just by looking at him that he wasn't of Japanese descent.



The man gestured a hand toward one of the couches in the center of the huge living room, "Please, sit down if you would like. We're still waiting for the others to arrive." He said just as politely as his smile would suggest him to.

Dalton had left for the cafeteria on the first floor. He looked at his watch. 10:45am. After eating, he decided to take the elevator up.

"Today Hakita Shihiro, a renowned criminal in Kobe, shot two police officers in the street. The police in Kobe have told our reporter that Hakita Shihiro is still on the loose. As of now they have no evidence as to the place where Hakita is hiding and they have two men in body-bags.

Dalton was greeted with an announcement instead of boring elevator music. This one brought him joy, however. "Another person to appease the public with", he laughed as that thought crossed his mind.This probably would've been odd had anyone else been in it. So, he exited on the nineth floor and headed to his room, where he saw a bulky dude let a couple of strange looking men in.

Ignoring that, he started to walk by, but tripped on his shoelace, which cauesed him to fall into the bouncer.

"Sorry." he said sheepishly as he stood up, only to be greeted with a fist to the face. This painful blow was about to be followed by another, but Dalton had regained his composure by then.

*SWISH* The punch collided with the air, nothing more. "Huh?" he grunted in confusion. Dalton stood up and with a grin, roundhouse kicked the man three times before he could hit the ground.

"You know what? I'm not sorry anymore...." he laughed.

"Well, I may or may not have tripped into him, and I guess he took it as an attack of some sort?" he said just before a yawn escaped his lips.

He then surprisingly picked up the man, and held him on his back, "Come on everyone, the boss is waiting," He turned to look back at Dalton, "That includes you, young man."

"Ok?...." he followed the man's instructions and took note of his unusual strength. As he walked in, he noticed three others were already in there. He looked around and noticed a chair, which he took without waiting for a go ahead. "So, you guys going to lock the door, and start chanting "Hail Kira!" or something...?" he had read online that there were already cults dedicated to him, and that they were frowned upon by the general public. This was surprising seeing as the speech he made the last victim of the Death Note had a big speech and everything, but it had only been a couple hours, not enough time to start a movement like that. He must've had cults since the third or fourth killing.

"....Because if you are, I don't want any part of it. So what is this? A party. You've got an asian cowboy, so you must be off to a good start." he jested.

((OOC: Ah, I can't help but find that Variel isn't as great of a disguise master as I make her out to be.. :|))

She merely had a smile, slightly irritated that he was able to find her so easily, having recovered from the slight shock that this was in fact, the very person that she met yesterday. "I wouldn't know what you're talking about, sir." She huffed, allowing such facial expressions to be expressed so freely while maintaining a very lifeless voice. "And by any chance," she placed a hand on her slim hips, "why would I want to stalk a stranger such as yourself out of all strangers?"

Variel wasn't able to be met with an answer before the door was opened by another man, and merely kept silent from how cocky this 'Zach' person was being. I didn't see the entire thing, but I'd say that something happened that's slightly more different from his story. She followed in after, nevertheless, not very fazed by how it must be surprising for the mysterious man to be able to pick up the much bulkier bodyguard. I'm not very physically strong like him, so there shouldn't be any reason to be too hung up on it. .. Though, I wasn't given the chance to be searched. Shame. Would've been very amusing.

Though, as she entered in, she paused slightly, eyes darting over each of the new occupants already in the room. Variel let herself become familiar with a wall, slightly a bit of a distance away from the rest of the group, watching and observing carefully each person, taking in each of their postures the smallest of gestures with a straight poker face as she kept a more withdrawn stance, crossing her arms over, close to herself. They were all so.. different from each other, she knew, at the very least, that much. She got several odd feelings from each of them, the most ominous from the one dressed up as a cowboy with a scar. Would I know of anyone who ever had a scar such as that? She shrugged off the feeling mentally.

As 'Zach' implied if whether or not this were some sort of Kira cult, she would've rolled her eyes, of all the atrocities. I'm not even sure if the real Commotion really did call us here. But, then again, I already destroyed that phone.. Variel made no comment, and only awaited for something more interesting to happen.

The smiling man let out a small chuckle, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but today is all business." He walked, still carrying the big man on his back and walked into a different room and shut the door behind him. After a few moments a different man walked out. He was tall and lean, he wasn't too muscular, but he was fairly toned; he had the body of a dancer. He had medium length, black, hair and deep blue eyes. He had a black suit on with a strange tie that, for some reason or another, had many different looking clocks on it.



The man gave a sheepish smile and said, "Uh, hello. I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Kenji Okabe. Now, if you all would be so kind as to give your names, we can get started." This tone wasn't natural for Commotion, in fact he usually spoke with a monotone (Or so he's been told). He just wants to see how good this new kid is at reading into people.

"Kenji Okabe?" Dalton said to himself, something sounded wrong. It wasn't the name, no. The way he said it, it sounded as if he had just made it up, an alias just as Dalton had. In fact, recently, everyone had an alias. It was as the world knew that he needed a name to kill, and took proper measures to counter him. Of course, at the moment, he didn't give two shits about the man's real name. Unless he was a criminal, he didn't care for a name.

He glanced over to the western wannabe, as he looked like a criminal, and you didn't need to be able to read a face to tell that. The scar on his face was an obvious sign of something, maybe a war veteran? Doesn't matter, he look back at the man who, by the looks of it, had a fetish for clocks.

"Hello, Kenji. My name's Zachary Ackerson, and I'm glad you're putting effort into your voice for us." he smiled. "Though as your assistant or whoever said before: This is business. My only question is why I was invited. I'm kind of a stranger here."

Ryan nodded to the young man and took a seat on the nearest couch. He leaned on the arm on the side and stared across the room. His gaze was interrupted by Extraordinaire, who sat across from him on the opposite couch. The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes before there was a commotion in the hallway. Ryan heard a "What the hell was that?" from the red haired man across the room. Moments later five people entered. One was the guard at the door, being caried by the other guard. What the hell happened to him? The third was a young, cocky looking young man, followed by a less boistrous woman who found a nice spot against the wall. The last person to enter was a Chinese cowboy who took a seat in the room. The young man decided to make himself the center of attention; Charming. Not smart to do in a room full of high class detectives.

The boy proclaimed that this might be a kira worshipping party. Why would he assume something like that? Ryan narrowed his eyes, but dismissed it as of now. This was not as important as the man who just entered. The odd tie caught Ryans eye but he looked back to the new arrival. This must be Commotion. Commotion spoke, and asked for names. The boy, Zachary, Introduced himself. He then proceeded to try to get it started without giving anyone time to give their names. How Polite. Ryan raised his hand and sat up straighter." Good Morning, My name is Caesura." He couldn't be too careful, From now on, he was Caesura.

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Ex sat across from Caesura. nodding to the young man who asked them to sit. "Merci.'" He looked over his new teammate carefully, taking in all of his features, deciding how useful he would be. This couldn't be said for sure until they knew more about each other. Just a moment later Ex heard a crash outside the door. "What the hell was that?" he exclaimed. He watched the door as a convoy of people strolled in, led by an unconscious guard being carried by a conscious one. He nodded to the new arrivals. The leader of the detectives was a young man. The youngest here. He decided to make himself a spectacle. 'Come on, kid, we dont need to deal with you right now.' He thought to himself. The boy quickly lost an audience when a man entered. Ex assumed this man was commotion, and became extremely excited.

He smirked and watched as the man gave his name. Kenji Okabe? Bullshit. Commotion has never given his real name, and he isnt gonna start now. He grinned as he looked around the room. If Kira was smart, he would find a way in here, and if he was in here, he thinks he can kill Commotion. How adorable.

Commotion asked for names and after two had spoken up he took his turn. He stood and bowed to Commotion. "Extraordinaire at your service sir." He smiled and sat back down.

As the smiling man disappeared off to somewhere, she tilted her head slightly as another appeared. This one struck her odd, though. He stood out amongst the other individuals to her, from his choice of wording and the tie that was much different from the rest of him. It was probably just her and her own opinions, but he was very awkward. But she wasn't one to judge, just yet. Natural human instincts and thoughts should come later, after everything is well established on this matter.

She waited patiently for the most of the men to introduce themselves, smiling before speaking up quietly and politely, taking smaller steps towards the group to maintain lady-likeness as much as possible. "Please refer to me as Camille, then. No need to be on a surname basis." She couldn't help the very deep accent that came from her mother tongue that was incorporated into saying her most common alias. "It's lovely to meet you all." Variel kept her gaze on this 'Kenji Okabe'. He struck her very oddly. Giving names was no problem, but the way it was said. He seemed to have been quite withdrawn and slightly uncomfortable. She kept her smile as her poker face, continuing to observe everyone.

She had looked over towards the two men who had been already in the room when they had introduced themserlves, Caesura and Extraordinaire? Quite obvious aliases, aren't they? She wouldn't have been surprised if all the names being given are aliases, seeing as they were all technically strangers, and being in a room with individuals who mostly have no connection to each other, one should be cautious. Being part of a team, where we've all been selected to become a part of.. This'll be very interesting. She glanced towards Zach. Though, he is the only one who spoke about 'Kira', when no one had mentioned him at all.. She paused in between of her thoughts as everyone continued with introductions.

Variel looked back to 'Kenji'. Out of all of the individuals, he gives off the most weirdest of impressions since entering. Given that Commotion is generally a single person, as best known of the information I had heard from throughout some years, he'd probably be withdrawn. ..Perhaps this would be Commotion? She's construct a better profiling later, when she'd gather enough observation notes from everyone.

Dalton turned towards the two men who had introduced themselves. He stared at one and then the other without saying a word. Instantly, he could tell they didn't have a good opinion about him. But on further inspection, he noticed that they had to be among genius level. This was more promenant in the man who introduced himself as "Kenji". He didn't bother with the cowboy, not yet at least.

His cockiness was removed and he wasn't annoyed anymore. Instead, he took a rather serious and dire look. "What is this meeting?" he said once more, in a nearly cold tone. He knew that this was no meeting of actors and that it was in relation to Kira, as he noticed sudden changes in some of them when he mentioned that. He glanced towards Kenji. "You guys are looking for Kira?"

Ling coughed; he actually wasn't used to smoking cigarettes and preferred Cuban cigars.
Whomever this kid was he was a problem and Ling hoped he would not have to kill him; killing the young was not his style, in fact Ling only killed people directly in a fair fight if he could help it. There was quite an interesting bunch of people and Ling could tell they were all here for the same reason he was, Ling could identify an undercover detective a mile away which was why he was still alive. Commotion was another matter, Ling barley had any direct contact with him and yet Commotion was able to uncover him completely and bring his smuggling operation to a watery grave; literally a watery grave since most of his ships were sunk by a variety of special sabotage units. With the ships Ling lost his status in the syndicate and eventually had to call it quits with Commotion, while Commotion had no solid evidence to use against him he was able to wipe out all of Lings operations and eventually Ling just quit the weapons trade and gave Commotion list of all the suppliers in exchange for peace. Commotion was no ordinary detective; he knew how to deal with crime on a level of a criminal mastermind, but sadly he was still a detective; one that didn't play by the rules but a detective all the same.

Ling tossed the cigarette into the bin after making sure it was out, a fire started by a cigarette had happened before in a few places and Ling wasn't about to start one.

He didn't remove his sunglasses or hat but he permitted himself to relax a bit, he saluted and said;

"The name is Sergeant Boris" said Ling with more of a Russian accent then he had intended; it wasn't actually a lie because Boris was his name when he served in the Russian army or more specifically the Red army but ever since he had lost his memories due to his injury the name simply didn't feel real to Ling, in fact no name seemed right to him until he was scared and got the easy way out of the dilemma.

"To answer your question this is a gathering of all the soviet leaders of Japan in preparation for the great rising of the proletariat." Said Ling with conviction and then broke into a laugh. He removed his hat and sunglasses and said deciding to continue using his Russian accent, he actually liked using it and it was useful in these kinds of meetings.
"I make joke! The meeting is not Proletariat class struggle, the meeting is a business meeting of people who are certainly not Proletariats and do not like Lenin Stalin or Trotsky."

Ling laughed again, his newly grown mustache was certainly adding to the identity he was embracing but it was actually a coincidence that he had decided to grow it.

"Nyet, Meeting Not Kira party but I would not mind going to Kira party if only for the drinks, I imagine people who go to Kira party are very high on Vodka!"
Ling laughed again and finally let himself light a cigar, he paused for a moment enjoying the cigar.
"excusings please but what language are we going to speak in meeting? English or Japanese? I would rather have English if everyone understand it,i lived in new York for number of years so I know English. I also know Japanese but not as well"

Ling starred at a girl in the room. She looked familiar and gave Ling the feeling he should have a pistol ready.

Ling ran after the kid, he heard the noise and recalled it from when he himself was collecting debts; some gangs would not pay even x red army officers so some times extreme measures had to be taken.

He arrived at the seen and saw the mess, the body was smashed but Ling could still recognize the man.

Takeshi Sato, 23 known more commonly as silent death. For two years he had killed business men as an assassin until the police some how found out his identity; this was what the public knew but Ling knew quite a bit more.

Sato was a hit man hired by the Hojo family and was tasked with the killing of many of their business rivals. After he finished the job the Hojo family framed him and sold him out to the police in order to get rid of him after they failed to kill him of with another hit man. Sato had no real information about his clients and yet he was able to track down nearly all of the Hojo's and kill them off one by one.

The police had been hunting him for at least two months but he was way out of their league. Ling could not think of any reason for him to kill himself but on his line of business people could crack.

Ling took out a glove from one of his pockets and searched his bag; his phone might hold some very interesting information which ling could sell later. Ling also stumbled at his wallet and examined the contents, he saw in it plans for a date written down on a small piece of paper and a fake ID as well as what seemed to be a hit job ID profile on target.

"Clever" Ling said to himself; he had seduced the target, a young woman into going on a date with him. If he had not died this day she would have been as good as dead.

Ling stood up and pocketed the evidence, he wanted to be able to bribe Sato's clients and if the police got the data it would not do any one any good at all.
He lit a cigar and put on his sunglasses while he walked away back to the conference room.

No one had seen him apart from the kid and he and the rest of the people who saw the suicide were too busy running around looking for a phone in order to call the police.
But the kid may have seen him; Ling could tell he was a smart kid or at least an educated one.

Ling returned to the room and tossed the evidence on the table.

"A man just jumped of the hotel and killed himself, he didn't say anything but he was a wanted criminal and i do not think he killed himself out of his own will"

"This was a kira kill, look at the evidence yourselves. People like Sato live for their jobs; they take a thrill in chasing their targets, his particular breed of assassin does not kill for the money, they do it for the fun of it."

Ling passed the wallet and its contents around and waited for a few moments.

"He had a target and when people like him get a target they do not kill themselves before making a kill. The chances of him having a break down or suddenly realizing his crimes are hardly even worth mentioning."

"I would say there is about 70% chance of this being a Kira kill; why Kira didn't make him yell out his normal message I can only guess"
Ling took off his sun glasses and sat down

"No doubt about it, Kira's weapon is some kind of tech with permits long ranged mind control."

It's gotten to a point where it's completely inconvenient. Variel lightly frowns, as 'Zach' darts out the door after a body has jumped down from seemingly out of nowhere, the most logical place being from the roof. The meeting hadn't even been completely and officially established. She quickly gets out of the way as 'Sargent Boris' darts out the room, following after 'Zach'.

Is it even possible to have so many deaths happening practically everyday? Shouldn't it be against the universe's law and order of existence, or some bull like that? She takes in the various change in behavior amongst the other individuals, tightening her grip on her folded arms. This investigation will have to take it up a notch. People are dying, be it by 'Kira' or not, even in these sorts of efforts to stop 'Kira'. "This 'Kira' business certainly keeps one on their toes, does it not?" She voices politely, despite her inner irritation. It's a rather rhetorical statement. Variel slightly ponders about what 'Commotion' will do now. The main suspect of being said famous detective didn't even get a chance to speak any further in this meeting before events of more deaths are being tossed around like it's a ballgame.

Not too long, 'Sargent Boris' returns with some wallet, tossing it onto the table. As he's explaining the situation, she cannot help but crinkle her nose slightly in distaste. Taking evidence from the crime scene didn't much justice for the deceased. They would have to give it to the law enforcement later. She doesn't dare touch it, lest she be at risk of spreading her fingerprints but does look at it from a distance, taking in what it was containing from whether or not the others took anything out and memorizes it to a clear image now in her mind, and merely keeps to herself as the scar faced man makes a conclusion with these following events. She carefully takes the information into mind.

This Sato person is not someone that I know of, she makes conclusion from context, assassins aren't what I deal with. But the M.O's different. He committed suicide, no ridiculous proclamation.. but there is the odd behavior that's common in every other victim, as he pointed out. She voices out her opinion, "why would you say 'mind-control'?" Her French accent that she hasn't completely gotten rid of rings more harshly in her formal Japanese. "There're many different methods to do this, we just don't know it yet with the lack of Kira's weapon shown. No need to immediately go onto a final conclusion off of the lack of recurring evidence." Variel doesn't voice out her slight discomfort over how she recognizes the scar on his face, but cannot exactly remember just who he was. It brought her at attention though, and caution from instinct that told her that she mustn't get too close, or she may risk her life just being in the same room as this guy.

((OOC: I'll be slightly laying off from posting too much as Variel, so everyone else can catch up. I see that there're many unanswered questions. Hopefully Tomoya comes back soon from wherever s/he's disappeared off to. Kitsune_Natsu too.))

Liz smiled as she walked off the plane.
"Hello~ Japan." She thought as she entered the airport. Luckily, she learned the language before she left. She was glad Extraordinaire choose Japan to go to. Of course, he only went here because of the Kira case. She'd have to try and help as best as she could. She quickly walked outside when she saw "Liz" printed on a board.
She smiled as she walked up to the taxi driver.
"Liz?" He asked as she nodded.
"Welcome to Japan." He said as he opened the door for her.
"Thank you." She answered as she entered the Taxi and he closed the door behind her. Once he got in, he started driving her to her hotel.
Suddenly, she heard a loud bang and the Taxi driver quickly pulled to a stop.
"What was that!?" she asked, panicked as he quickly got out.
"I'm not quite sure." He said as he closed the door and she quickly got out too. Outside her door, she saw a black book laying on the ground.
"What the-....." She said as she studied the book.
"I can't find anything. Sorry for the scare" the driver said as they both got back in.
'Death Note" She thought to herself
'What an odd name....'