Where Are They Now? (5 Year Edition)

[dead_black_eyes]

This meme was done before in this game, right here, and that is where I am stealing it from. But instead of giving characters the option to return home in this hypothetical scenario, the war is still going on five years from the current date in-game, and BREW still needs everyone.

The question is, what has happened in those five years? The children have become adults, the adults are just a little older without being old, and goodness knows a lot can change in that amount of time. Maybe you're thriving, in your business or your partnership. Maybe not. Either way, with no end in sight, life goes on in the city named after Death.


INSTRUCTIONS

-Post with your characters(s)
-Write a short blurb about what has happened in five years. Love, heartbreak, sickness, wealth, what was in the cards for your Weapon or Meister, and what has it shaped them into? Set a scene for the present.
-Tag others in the scene they kindly set.
-Profit$$$$$$$$

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[dead_black_eyes]

L's visitor didn't immediately approach him or announce himself, which was, in itself, a warning sign. The doctors and nurses, knowing his edgy temperament, always said who they were when they came in, and so did the visitors he typically had. They did in different ways, of course... and L had a better memory for voices than faces, these days, so it didn't particularly matter...

But no one was silent for so long. Silence was uncomfortable for most people, and there was an innate desire to fill it. And L, especially, was so unnerving to endure a silence with, and only one person seemed to believe that he was the exception and act accordingly.

They had been chained together for months, they could practically take the thoughts out of each other's heads. When they'd resonated, it was like they were one person, and when they'd shared a bed, the sex had been incredible, even if it had left both of them battered and scarred and their acquaintances furious and baffled.

It just wasn't what suspects and detectives did, and it definitely wasn't what they continued to do after both of them were 100% certain of Kira's identity.

So when Light addressed him by his fake name, the empty, common little moniker that he'd continued to use in Death City partly because he missed hearing Light say it so much, he blinked, suddenly aware, turning his gaze slowly toward the door.

He wasn't a zombie, anymore. Under the ice was a swift river and a vicious current. It stood to reason that the obsession that had put L in this hospital in the first place hadn't improved much since he'd been left alone with it, and when the subject of that obsession actually appeared, for the first time in six months...

The surge of emotion that accompanied the realization that Light was actually here was too much for L to handle in his state. Maybe it was more than he'd have been able to handle in any state, but the result was what amounted to a quick and abrupt shut-down.

Just like that, his fledgling good day became the very worst kind of bad day. Because it didn't manifest in obvious peril, flinging the flimsy plastic lawn furniture he'd been downgraded to after plywood had proven too dangerous or even attacking Light with his hands. He'd done both to previous visitors, but this bad day was a quieter one, with a subtler edge that contradicted Light's erroneous dismissal of L's remaining ability to be clever and dangerous.

He was medicated heavily, but using the same techniques he used to hide his eating habits from the staff, he didn't always swallow his drugs, and he didn't always throw them away after his spectators were satisfied.

"Good of you to show up," he said, tone glazed with black ice. "I wondered when you would. I've been getting progressively worse, after all, and I didn't think I'd be able to sustain the appearance of a drastic decline without being moved to a different ward."

A different ward invariably meant a worse one, with higher security and fewer privileges. And the few privileges L had, visitors being the most notable one, were constantly threatened by his violent fugues and fits, so he was walking a thin line by trying to manipulate Light into visiting him from afar.

Getting worse was hard when one was already in pretty rough shape.