Commotion'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?

There was a young man sitting at a desk, reading a book titled 'The Saboteurs' by W.E.B. Griffin. He wore a suit with a black jacket and a piano tie, he had his feet propped up on top of the desk and was leaning back in his chair. He had a cigarette pressed between his lips and deep bags under his eyes, suggesting the man gets little to no sleep. He had black, average length hair and deep blue eyes. This man's name was unknown to the world, but his alias was known far and wide; his 'name' was Commotion and he was known as one of greatest detectives the world has ever known.

The double doors that were the only entrance into the room were pushed open and a young man walked in, he had a pleasant disposition about him and a smile on his face. He was carrying a couple of folders.

"Hello, sir." He said just as pleasantly as his looks would suggest him to. "Sir?" He asked after the man kept staring at the book and not noticing him. He stepped closer to the detective and noticed his eyes weren't moving across the page, in fact they seemed to be blank.

"Oh, dear. I think he might be dead this time." The man said, his voice barely even reacting to what he had just said. "Poor, master Commotion. I told him that his diet of just veggies and water wasn't enough. But did he listen? Nope."

"Oh, well that's humorous." Commotion finally said. "Are you a comedian? Maybe that's your job, since you don't seem to do anything else around here..." He said with his usual monotone.

"Actually I brought you something rather interesting." The man said, and dropped the the folders down in front of Commotion. "You might like this."

Commotion put his book down, then picked up the folders and began reading. After he finished flipping through the pages, Commotion looked up from his sitting position at the smiling man. "Has the investigation on this 'Kira' begun?"

"Yes, but the Japanese are waiting for your answer before heading in too deep."

"I see... and is this all the information they have on Kira?"

"More or less..." The man said and began trailing off. "You know that there will be theories from other detectives on Kira."

"I'm aware, I'm also excited to hear them."

"So you'll take the case?" The man asked.

"Hmm... give me until tomorrow morning to decide. In the mean time, let's look through what we can to see of any other incidents of anyone else killing themselves in the name Kira within the last... I don't know 48 hours? And see where that gets us."

"Yes, sir." The man said.

"Also, Jake, could you make us some tea? This may take some time."

"I'm sorry sir, but I'm the comedian, not the butler." Jake said, his happy smile still in place.

(Sorry double post)

Ryan had left the police station, and currently was wandering around Kumomi. He was on his way back to his apartment, his Ipod blaring in his ears. He had his hands inside the pockets of his black slacks and was staring at the ground thinking. He had just left the site of one of the suicides, he had been investigating. He figured that was the best place to start, seeing as chief hadn't exactly given him very much information.

---When Ryan arrived there was still police tape and a chalkline around the scene. Street dwellers gathered around to watch, but many were shooed away by beat officers. The medical team, and CSI team had come and gone, now the place was pretty empty. This was good, he didn't like nosey officers and paparazzi cramping his investigation. As he moved around the crime scene listening to his music he scanned every single piece of matter for any clues.

On the ground, beneath the top half of the chalk line, a blood stain remained. The detective nealed down and assesed the stain. Nothing special here. He moved on. nothing else substantial existed in the area. Just garbage and scraps of newspaper. He flipped open his notepad, in which he had copied the chiefs notes. He ran the information through his head trying to make sense of it all.

"The man had no previous signs of suicidal behaivior," he said aloud to himself. "He was a criminal, but didnt seem to be cognitively impaired, just a common thief." He flipped his page. "before firing, he shouted that all who opposed Kira would be killed. He then fired a bullet into his head." Ryan shut his book frustratingly. "If this is anything other than some crazy bastard wanting an audience for his suicide, I'll shave my head." he growled to himself as he left the scene.---

He was almost back to his house when something unsusual happened. He couldn't hear anything over the music, but everyone on the street was staring at a huge flatscreen on the side of a building. Ryan raised an eyebrow and looked up to the screen, which showed a man sitting at a desk, sporting a name tag. He curiously tugged his earphones out and began to listen.

"Hello, My name is James C. Mueller." Ryan started walking away uninterested. It was probably just some reality show. "Kira, I think."

Ryan halted. "Kira?" He repeated. He spun on his heels and watched the man again. Could this man have something to do with the suicide, and was he just bragging now?" "No, this man is accusing." Ryan had heard of Commotion before, but he couldn't believe this man was him. Commotion is way too underground for him to give his real name. Ryan rubbed his chin. "I've got to find this guy." He has something to do with Kira, and Ryan was going to find out what.

"BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Panku couldn't control how hard he had been laughing. He was holding his sides and tears were coming from his eyes. He was floating above a crowd who had just been watching an interview on the jumbo screen downtown. The man who had just been talking was some guy who called himself 'Commotion'. He said his real name was James C. Mueller. He could see his name as clear as day floating above his head. Along with how much time he has left. It was funny, really. How much power humans thought they had over themselves. They truly believed it was their idea to slit their own wrists or jump off of a bridge. It was really quite pathetic how important they believed themselves. Quite honestly, Panku just found it hilarious. Especially this new guy, Commotion. Now he was a hoot. Believing that it would truly be him who catches Dalton. Oh, how wrong he truly was......it was almost funny. Panku had decided he had been here long enough.

He calmed himself down and wiped away his tears. After catching his breath, he grew massive wings and flew off in the opposite direction. The city flew by underneath him like the entire thing was on a treadmill. He soon came upon Dalton's house. He refolded his wings and dove straight through the wall. He was now in Dalton's room, sitting criss-cross hanging upside down in the air above him. He then quickly lowered his face to be directly in front of Dalton's. He then yelled. "BOO!" He then flew backwards, laughing his manic laugh, holding his stomach once again. He then composed himself and landed on his floor. His boots making no sound as they hit it. "So.......what are you going to do about Commotion?"

"Laugh at him." Dalton replied. "It's not like they can catch me. No, they won't catch me. Calling me 'childish'? That won't work. I'm not that kind of guy." Dalton let out a laugh. He was used to Panku trying to scare him, guess it was some sort of game for him, but after the first thousand times, he wasn't surprised anymore. "I mean, I could kill him right now if I wanted had that even been his real name, but this guy's a detective, quite famous I might add. He's known worldwide. He thinks I'm some random murderer? I'll prove him wrong. I'll start by not killing him. I mean, he hasn't done anything wrong, so I see no reason to kill him." Dalton sat back. Surely this guy had more to say than "I'm going to find you."

"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.

James Mueller looked off from the camera pointing to him, the head of the studio stood up from his desk and held up a piece of paper that read, 'Murder yells Our lord, Kira, only kills the unjust! Suck it, Commotion! Before being hit by a speeding bus.'

Mueller smiled, "Finally, my job's done now, right?"

The station switched to a white screen with the word COMMOTION across it. "Hello, Kira." A voice said, clearly a filter was used so the voice could not be identified. "Thank you for cooperating with us. I was begging to think that you wouldn't respond to my message. But you pulled through for me. This man named James C. Mueller is not Commotion, in fact he's a death row inmate. You had no way of knowing that, seeing as how he was captured in secret. So even Kira doesn't have information unless the public is aware of the crimes. Interesting." The man said, his voice seemed rather calm. "The point of all this was to figure out that you were in Kumomi. The News lady said that it was for all of Japan, but in actuality, it was only broadcasting in Kumomi. And know that I have a response out of you, I'm sure you were able to see it. Also, with Mikami Koruni's statement, I may now a little more about the kind of person you are." Commotion seemed like he was done speaking, but then asked, "I had almost forgotten, about James Mueller, would you have killed him if you had known about his crimes? Oh well, I suppose I'll ask you once I've caught you. Good bye, for now, Kira." Then the televisions changed to their regular programs.

"Well, shit. Guess he wasn't as dumb as I thought. Though..." he smiled.

James Mueller. Dies by heart attack after saying....

Dalton wrote down a longer bit of dialogue for his victim.

Suddenly, the criminal stood up and started his final words.

"Commotion. I see I have underestimated you a bit. I must say, I admire your tactics. Tricking me like that? Brilliant. But I must warn you: Do not underestimate me. I prefer that only those who are unjust to be killed by my hand, but I won't hesitate to kill you if need be. That being said, good luck. And to answer your question, yes. Now that I'm aware of his crimes, he dies. Say goodbye...." The man fell over dead within a few seconds after finishing his lines.

"That guy, Commotion... He's smart. I'll have to be more careful if I want to win... He still doesn't know how I kill, so we're good for now." Dalton's normal disposition disappeared. He closed himself into thought. "So Panku..." he began. "If I end up getting caught, you plan on offing me, right?" he already knew the shinigami's response. "At least make it funny." he smiled again. In his heart, he knew he'd win. He was justice, after all...

Variel was securing back the long, pink locks that she had dyed and styled earlier of a past two and a half hour in the morn', trying to maintain a natural look to it, and despite the obvious shade of pink that would make her stand out amongst the crowd of typical Japanese people who had dark hair and dark eyes, she merely smiled as she pulled on the hood jacket that she was wearing a bit more, and added more mascara to her lashes that framed the pair of vibrant blue contacts that she was wearing from the makeup bag that she carried on her at all times. Putting the mp3 player device in her manicured hands gently from her pockets as she did with placing the buds in her ears, Variel slightly adjusted her bangs.

Stepping back from the reflection of the mirror of someone's car, she greatly appreciated the final result after slightly fixing it up. "Well, Hiromi Tatsuke, you must keep up your appearance," she muttered, adjusting the black headband, "after all, it isn't in your character to appear so messy in public, is it?" Ignoring the way that passerby pedestrians stared at her oddly and miffed at how she was fixing up her appearance in public, using a car while in a busy part that led to the metro, and merely continued smiling as she headed on out further on the sidewalks. Despite the lack of music coming from her ear buds, she hummed a children's nursery rhyme in muffled French, seeing as she kept her lips tightly shut.

..Hiromi should be walking straighter. She adjusted her walking posture, and moved with a more confident gait, but was snapped out of her rapidly moving thoughts when the large screens and advertising boards that were placed throughout in an electronics store that she was about to pass by was suddenly tuning in to a different broadcast of a news castor woman (Dear Lord, her makeup's simply atrocious. 'Hiromi' thought to herself, keeping silent as the crowds of people slowed and stopped to what they were doing, watching with keen interest and crowded themselves around her.) "We're sorry to interrupt your scheduled program, but this is a message for all of Japan, and involves the investigation of the criminal known as 'Kira'." Just then the picture changed to a man sitting at a desk with a name plate in front of him, reading 'James C. Mueller'.

"Hello, my name is James C. Mueller, otherwise known as the detective 'Commotion'." The man said with complete seriousness.

What? This is 'Commotion? 'Hiromi' was temporarily forgotten as Variel slightly slouched into a more nature and more accustomed posture that she was used to as she slowly slipped from her acting facade, eyes firmly set on watching the television. Why would a world-renown that even I've heard of, appear on television himself? Surely, showing his face would give him a disadvantage, wouldn't it? She pondered, but another thought came along, voicing an opinion that was slightly more arrogant, he must have a very good incognito disguise, or a professional who does that for him. She folds her arms over close to her chest. ... But then again, that's a risk as well. She decides to stop thinking as she tries to catch the rest of whatever it was that the man who was appearing on the screen was saying.

"... over your head. I came here on television to tell you personally that I'm coming for you." Variel gave a sharp, inconspicuous grunt, breathing out air from her nose, head tilting upwards as she continued to watch. The man continues to speak in a justified matter, but then there's a moment of pause, and there's a faint sound of shouting from a distance away from here, but she isn't one of the few who turns to see what it was, or runs away to see what was going on some streets away. She's frowning slightly as she focuses deeply on the screen. There's no sound that's coming out when 'Commotion' tilts his head slightly and then says something. She's taken aback when the television's screen is suddenly switched to that of a white screen with the word COMMOTION across it. She blinks several times as the real Commotion is speaking through a filtered voice, and Variel watches in a slight awe.

From that crazy stunt, he was able to deduce that the killer's here in Kumomi? .. The man lives up to his namesake's reputation. She stands there briefly, trying to understand exactly what just happened as the television then changes to their regular programs, and people begin frantically talking or whispering to their companions, or just merely walk away in scatter emotions. It's several minutes before she too begins to walk away, slowly reversing back into her role as her spine straightens with every step and her her head is being held high. This world's really messed up with both gifted and crazy people.. Variel didn't want to admit that she felt slightly a bit of a hypocrite thinking that, but thinks nothing but of it as she continues her way home to her rented apartment. She doesn't feel very safe, but, then again, who did, in this current situation of the world? Kira must be one crazy guy as well..

Ryan was staring at the flat screen intently. The man was taunting Kira. Calling him out. Challenging him. Ryan shook his head, "I need to find this guy." He turned to walk home and make some calls when a man sprinted into the middle of the road and screamed, "Our lord, Kira, only kills the unjust! Suck it, Commotion!" Ryan started to move towards the clearly psychotic man to get him out of the street when out of nowhere a passenger bus turns the man into nothing but a stain on the road. Ryan covered his eyes with his sleeve as the blood splattered all over the road. "What in the hell?" he growled.

20 minutes later a response team had secured the area. Traffic had been stopped. Police tape had been put up, and forensics was dusting the area. Ryan stood over the pool of blood that used to be a criminal. He shook his head in frustration and sauntered off to the corner to think. He whipped out his book and checked his notes aloud. "A. All deceased shouted some babble about a 'Kira' before killing themselves. B. All were grown men. C. All were known criminals or trouble makers. D. A man called Commotion is on Kira's trail. E. Commotion knows more about Kira than anyone else, as it seems. F. All were suicides. G. Kira supposedly kills out of 'Justice' H. Thanks to Commotion, I know kira is in Kumomi." He sighed and closed his book. "I need to go home." He pocketed his book and wandered away from the scene.

He arrived at his apartment late in the evening and dropped his blood stained jacket on the ground, kicked off his shoes, and sat down at his desk. He immediately began phoning every informant he knew of, trying to find Commotion. If there was anyone who could help with this investigation, It was him.

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.

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

After hours of calling, the detective had gotten nowhere. This guy was a ghost. He growled in frustration and fell onto his couch. He put his headphones in to calm himself down. There was no point trying to think while angry. That won't get anything done. Ryan sat up and scanned the room, brainstorming. He stood and paced, staring at the floor as he did so. He had called every informant, inside man, detective, and cop he knew, and no one had any idea who Commotion was.

He was about to call the chief when his laptop on the table flashed brightly. "Huh?" he mumbled and turned to it. An email was opened on the screen. He couldnt see from this distance, so he walked to the table and slid into the chair. "Mail, from... Commotion. Subject; hello.

"Bullshit" Ryan stated defiantly. There was no way this guy had been looking for him as well. His curiosity got the best of him and he opened it. After reading the contents he typed the info into his cell phone. he looked straight up and clapped his hands together. "Thank you" he said to anyone who was listening. He then lifted his laptop from the desk and broke it over his knee. He placed the two pieces into the washing machine and set it on a heavy cycle. There would be nothing useful left, from either device after this. He checked his watch, It was super late. He sighed, rubbed his head, and gave homage to his lost laptop. After paying his respects he settled in for a sleep before everything got started in the morning

Natsumi came home from the park later than expected. It turned out she really had a lot to think about, and not just the Kira thing.

When she plopped down on her couch she noticed her computer had notified her of an email. 'Wow, more spam!' she thought bitterly. All this stress had left her a bit...moody.

Opening the email, she noticed it was definitely not spam. For it read:

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.


Natsumi, though a bit peeved about destroying her computer, was immediately overcome with excitement. She finally got to have a part in stopping Kira! Of course she accepted, no matter the danger to her life. She really couldn't wait to meet the well-known Commotion.

Zach? She let a pondering expression show. Well, he seemed foreign enough, but having such fluent Japanese.. She was about to answer his question when he had a sudden call, and then ran off to god-knows-where, apologizing and fare welling. "Must've been quite an emergency.. But," she paused, "how we would ever actually meet again would be quite a coincidence." She wasn't counting on meeting him ever again. His perceptive abilities brought her to many a disadvantage. That wasn't good. Variel had went home, and fell asleep, slightly confused about the day's events, and fell into a lure of sleep. She was awoken when her phone had finally managed to get through to her, having been beeping an obnoxious ringtone for a very long time, this shows on the screen that it had been doing that throughout her entire slumber, trying to tell her that she had gotten some sort of notification. Checking to see what it was (much to the phone's relief), and slightly panicked to the idea that someone could've known her number and trace her to many things, such as her apartment, a stupid move on her part, but opened it up to see that she had gotten some sort of email. She didn't own any other electronic device; they traced back too easily. ".. Curiouser and curiouser," she murmured in French, and opened up the little notification that read with blinking symbols (✉!) repeating itself over and over. Pressing some buttons before she could actually get into her email, she looked over the message, after a few seconds of reading it over, she dropped her phone out of pure shock. "What the.. ?" Her eyes rapidly darted over the message, over and over again. She finally lets it sink in, Variel is almost trembling in excitement.

".. Holy shit." She cursed, repeating it over and over as she turns her head quickly and rapidly to look at the clock. It's almost nine. She's ripping through her bedroom door and then slamming it behind her, sliding down against the wooden door as she's staring at the screen for a good 10 minutes before sliding back up, and then calmly, she places it on the table before walking into her bathroom to have a more appropriate attire. It takes about 38 minutes after she's done, completely redressed in new makeup, and a black blouse, tight jeans and high boots, adjusting how the temporarily black spray will make do until the pink fades out by itself and its blue flower ornament that will accompany the lack of contacts she wore. It was as close to her original appearance as it was going to get, and slid her hands through the choppy bits of her hair, trying to even it out on both sides. Staring at her mirror in the corridor, she sighs over how this famous detective, Commotion, could really cause a 'commotion' in people itself, more or less. She felt torn in a clutter of emotions, unsure as to how to act.

".. I must be really damn excited to meet the guy if I take this long." Variel continues in her mother language as she picks up the phone, scanning over the screen once more, before slamming it on the ground, smashing it into broken parts with what little strength a physically weak person such as herself and pair of high heeled boots can do, before taking up the pieces, and then putting it into a bag so she may place it into the incinerator once she gets outside and into the boiler room downstairs. Taking a quick look over again of her makeup, she vaguely stops any thoughts of whether or not she should've dressed as a man instead, but decides against it when she's already dressed. No need to do it over again. At least the hotel is around this area. After throwing the remains and various other pieces of useless trash along with it into the boiler room, she walks back out to cheerfully say good-bye to the manager, who doesn't notice her leaving.

The motorcycle that she has grown accustomed to (when one thinks of 'stuntwoman', one sees motorcycles after all) is being ignited and rode off as soon as she puts on her helmet. By the time she gets there, it'll be almost noon soon, approximately 10:09. Replaying the message in her mind over and over again, she goes and follows the instructions to every word. As she's riding the elevator and heading to the room, she's thinking over as to why she wants to catch Kira, and murmurs to herself as the only one int he elevator. "Not out of justice, but rather interest in his character, and self-interest." She laughs quietly. ".. How selfish of myself."

((Next Day! :D people can still post the transition into it, though))

"Ok, time to fuck with Commotion..."

Dalton had just woken up, and rather happily too. Not only did he have a bed that was better by more than tenfold in terms of comfort, he found his objective in life. After a certain rule in the Death Note repeated in his thoughts, he had an idea. If he couldn't go to Heaven, he'd make the Earth his own Heaven. Though as with anything worthwhile, it had obstacles. This came in the form of detectives. So far, one had made themself known. Commotion.

Unfortunately, he was a detective, so he wasn't evil....at least that's how Dalton originally saw it. His previous threat was only to intimidate, he never had plans to kill someone of the law. Keyword being "Had". After his dream, no, his vision, he realized that since the detectives stood against Kira, the symbol of justice, the world would have to be ridden of them. Him and all other detectives who thought to bring harm to him.

With his goal in mind, he would create an ideal world in which the innocent could roam free without fear of attack. But first, he had to make sure the world knew that. If the world was on his side, Commotion would have one less bullet to use against him. After all, the public is their greatest weapon.

"...following a murder and rape of a twelve year old girl, Kiname Totsuba fled the scene. Memorials will be set up." the T.V relayed information that Kira wanted to hear. A murderer like that really upset the public. Bringing him to justice in the name of Kira will help start his conversion of the public.

Kiname Totsuba.

His name was written into the Death Note. The dialogue however, was meant to rile the public. To pit them against those who would call themselves 'the law'.

...."Hold on. We've got reports of Totsuba approaching the police." the reporter announced before the camera panned to a blockade set up by the police. A lone figure walked up, gun in hand.

"People of the world! Heed this warning! Those people! The ones that call themselves Justice! The ones that call themselves detectives! The ones that say they will protect, shelter, and bring you justice, have failed! I come offering myself to the heavens not because of them, but because of the lord, Kira! Let it be known that Kira is the new god of this world! Let it be known that the detectives can no longer bring you justice! From now on, all those who commit horrid crimes such as these shall be punished by his own hand! But the innocent needn't worry! Kira only punishes those who would stand against Justice! Rejoice! For starting now, Kira will bring about the end of suffering!"

After his long speech, the man shot himself in the head, his message was delivered to not only the police and bystanders around, but the whole world watched the broadcast. Dalton could only laugh, this was only the beginning....

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.

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."