Ling Chung (Scar)'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?

"It's always my pleasure Hattori sama, Truly it was no problem at all. I am always glad to give the company my best so if you ever need an extra hand for a busy day I am always ready to do so. Truly there is no need for a raise; all I did was do what any honest worker would do but I will be glad to dine with you tomorrow. I am deeply touched and honored by your offer. Good night Hattori sama… very well sir good night Sado san and I shall see you tomorrow."

Ling put the phone back in its place; dear god he was becoming used to his cover life but it was a good income and didn't necessitate the lengths he had once chased for his life style. The tourist business was not as boring as he believed at first and for the past few years he had put a great deal of effort to attain this high position as a cover and now It was his greatest asset and profit.

Ling however had other things in mind for today or more specifically the one named Kira.
He had watched the news and was glad for having his fears confirmed but also enraged. He wanted Kira and he wanted him now; not only had he killed Crimson his last remaining comrade he was also without honor. To kill in such an impersonal and childish way was the way of the coward and Kira could not forgive the death of such a great and capable man as Crimson at the hands of such a coward. Ling sat in his study thinking; he had grown up with many classical detective stories in the orphanage from what he could recall and often played with crimson detective games when they were kids. In later life Ling had taken up this hobby as a serious trade for the syndicate but this was no classical textbox case. This case had no leads, it had no coherence and it had no crime but more then that it was unplanned, unscheduled and improvised; like some kid making funny notes and drawings inside a notebook during a boring class.
Ling could only consider two things seriously:
The killer had some technique or advanced technology capable of manipulating and controlling minds.
The killer had not developed this himself and had instead ether stole or acquired the weapon he used.
Ling however could already find flaws in these ideas
The Killer had killed Commotion's puppet without knowing about him before hand and without any way to directly interfere with his mind or body and not all deaths were the same heart attack scenario. This meant that the killer ether had the capability to interfere with the human brain and body at long range by using some kind of transmitter or had a large net of contacts and a huge organization covering the city or even the nation. Already Ling could see another two problems with this theory; how did the killer pinpoint the location of the TV broadcast and how was he able to react to it with such speed? The possibility of an organization is also eliminated because the killer did not know of the criminal nature of Commotions puppet in the first place and any decent intelligence network could tell him exactly that. The weapon if it was indeed a transmitter device could be operated by an individual or at least constructed by him; such tech could only be developed by exceptionally rich and well connected individuals or nations. Ling pondered on this, he was not getting anywhere! All these were assumptions which were based on the killer's behavior which however unlikely could be fake for all Ling knew.

Ling did not like thinking like this, he knew he was intelligent and could think of great ideas but he preferred the much simpler approach; let the police do the finding work for him and then he would kill Kira and be done with it. So far the case was small but Ling could see that it would grow soon into an international case and the great detectives such as Commotion would be on the case without a doubt chasing Ling up and asking for underworld information. Ling could only think of one real plan; his terms would be to become a part of the investigation team, nothing more and nothing less.

"Crimson I swear to you my brother, I shall avenge you." Ling whispered. Ling began a frantic search and download of all materials he could find on mind control technology from the more likely Japanese American sources to those more interested in such a weapon such as his own motherland and China. Any material would be top secret and even Ling could not obtain such documents but he could find references and theories to aid him.

Ling took out a pen and an empty diary for he was going to start a new one, he needed focus and this was the best way to obtain it. Ling only wrote one line in the new diary:
"This case is not about the killer, it is about the weapon"
Ling wasn't sure if he believed it himself but the one clear edge and specialty this killer had over any other was his killing ability and its alarming capability and efficiency. The killer was not special His weapon was and when or if Ling could find the weapon he would aslo find the killer.

Commotion sat in front of his television for a few moments, contemplating what his next move should be. He put a cigarette to his lips, but instead of lighting it, he just chewed on the filter as he thought. The double doors to the room opened, and the smiling man known as 'Jake' entered. He was carrying a tray with two glasses of tea on it.

"Here you are, sir." Jake said and placed one of the cups on the coffee table in front of Commotion.

"Jake, what are you still doing up?" Commotion asked, seeing as how it was late, later than Jake usually stayed, up at least.

"Well, I figured you'd be in here." Jake said, still with a warm smile, "I figured that you may need help."

"Well, you're right about that. This case is going to be pretty difficult to do by our selves." Commotion said, then gave a sigh, "Well I guess it's time for us to acquire a team."

"I've already got a few in mind." Jake said, from under the tray he brought a folder out and put it next to Commotion's tea. Commotion opened the folder and began reading through it. "I have to say the team is a little... diverse, but-"

"It looks good." Commotion said decisively, "Are they all in Japan currently?"

"Yes. I made sure of that, it seems that a couple are already on the case."

"I can't wait to hear their theories." Commotion said, he stood up and walked over to his computer and began typing;

Hello,

I'm working on a case to catch the killer known as Kira. I need some of the sharpest minds in the world to help. You are one of the people I've chose to join me in this investigation. If you decide to accept, realize that you shall be working with a team of intellectuals, such as yourself. This case has the potential to get you killed. Remember; no one is forcing you to accept. If you accept, go to the hotel Sakura in Kumomi at 11:48 A.M. and ask for a package from Okabe. This package will contain a key for room 784 on the 9th floor, there will be a guard present to search and identify you.

-Commotion

P.S.- Regardless of if you except or not, destroy your computer.

On the coffee table it could be seen you's names were there; Ryan Huntington, Natsu Akiko, Extraordinaire, Variel Reidevanur, and Ling Chung.

Ling did not sleep well but it didn't matter; the adrenalin was keeping him awake and he was used to it. Then while he dozed in his bed the communicator ringed, were there should be a time there was one word "commotion".

Ling quickly got up out of bed and ran to his computer; there was a message from commotion all right just as he had expected.
However he was not about to destroy his computer; there was no need to do so. Ling had worked with commotion and other such clients before and if he had to destroy his computer every time he would get nowhere at all. Ling had a virus for just this kind of scenario; in fact it triggered automatically when Commotion sent the key word "destroy your computer". The virus would purge the computer of all Data and then Ling would register the computer under a new ID and reinstall his Data from his Backups. Every hour his computer copied all its Data into a backup system however when Commotion or any other client sent a message the system froze saving the Data from contamination. As far as his computer would be concerned Commotion was just a word and there was no such person in Memory, if Commotion sent a mail the computer automatically removed itself from the internet as an added precaution and changed the name Commotion to read Overwrite433.


Ling was not about to rush to the meeting and change his schedule, not just yet. He was wise to apply for his holyday at the start of the Kira case, he had not applied for leave for at least 5 years and had quite a bit coming for him now.
Ling dressed up and his business ware and took all the needed materials in his traveling case: a wealth of information was there and he was not going to leave it in his house. A few other bags proved to be sufficient to carry all he needed from books, to computerized equipment to his bolter: a small gun which operated using the principle of a corssbow and was not made of detectible matirials.

Ling drove first to his earlier commitment; dinner with the boss. Ling pretended to be interested however he remained focused on the Kira case and all the information he had and how it could aid him in the investigation.

After the tedious but delicious affair was over Ling put on his cowboy hat and sunglasses; sure these made him look rather suspicious but his scar did the work far better then they could.

He was early when he arrived to the hotel, Ling had made business in the hotel twice before as it was a favored and famed location for secrecy if you wanted it. The owners did not know about that but Ling and "colleges" from his trade did and liked to use the hotel for their business transactions.


Ling sat down on a bench and lit a cigarette; the more he looked like the stereotype cowboy the less suspicious he would seem to be.

"How many roles do you have?" he asked in annoyance. It took a few seconds, but he saw through it. "Do you have a play everyday or what?" he smirked. Through her disguise, it was hard at first to see through, but again, his eyes failed him not. A big factor is that her face revealed too much stuff happening, something he had only seen with her, so it was distinctive.

He took a normal stance, instead of his basic fighting since it was obvious that this "bodyguard" if you could call him that, wasn't going to get up. He had the thought of manslaughter run across his mind for a brief second, but that quickly disappeared as he looked up at the girl.

"So what are you doin? Stalking me?" he jested before noticing an asian cowboy approaching them. "What the hell?" he thought, this guy was actually doing disguises right. His disguise was so obvious in that itself was a disguise, that no one would think it was. Brilliant, actually.

The smiling man opened the door that led out to the hallway to see the three figures; a boy who appeared in his late teens to early twenties, a young woman, and an Asian cowboy with a scar on his face. Finally he looked down to see an unconscious body guard. The sight of the man on the ground made the young man's brow furrow.

"Well, I told him to be careful of everyone and anything, but I didn't think that he'd attack a young man for no reason." 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."

"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.))