THIRD LOG

[oiwtf]

Who: Everyone
What: In The forest
When: Evening
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[mysweetjustice]

He decided to follow the others into the forest when he barely got a response from the nobles. They were too busy wrapped up within their own affairs to care, or so it seemed. No. That was how it looked like to L. Because he didn't put his emotions in front of trying to find out what was going on. But them. The others. Most of them were too tied up with their social status and what not.

He sighed and picked up a metal pipe. It must have came from the plane and was thrown all that way when it crashed. L made sure not to touch the opposite end of it because it was incredibly sharp. He began to walk through the forest with the small group of people. When he cut away at a branch that was being more of an obstacle than anything, he heard another loud wail. Quickly he arched an eyebrow and stopped in his tracks. "Peculiar."

[genshisuru_kami]

He had followed L away from the group, as the detective was 1) the only person he recognized, and 2) part of the very small group of people with enough sense to realise that standing about gossiping could come later. The animal tracks - foreign to him, which suggested that they weren't created by a creature common in Japan, at the very least - were mildly worrisome; the loud wail even more so. While it was possible the tracks might lead to water in the forest, they knew nothing about what creatures might call the trees their home and didn't seem to be particularly well-armed against any potential hostile interaction.

"What's not peculiar?" he asked dryly, taking care to remain out of the reach of the metal pipe.

[hasaspoiler]

Oh shit. He didn't like the way the dark-haired boy reacted to the name Baskerville - it was bad enough that they were still alive and causing trouble, he didn't want to think about the possibility that this stranger knew them as well. It wasn't the reaction that he'd have gotten if he mentioned Glenn Baskerville being alive at, say, Latowidge, which suggested that the other boy knew a different Baskerville. The bastards were bad enough with having relatives scattered all over the place. . . "Yeah. Baskerville. There's a whole bunch of the assholes, they're all that old - I think - but there's only two of them here that I know of." He glowered, scowling down at the tracks of what looked like a predatory animal. "The one with pink hair, she's got some weird lion-thing that's pretty big. I'm not sure about the bastard, but whatever he's got is probably worse than that bitch's

[hasaspoiler]

The pet sounded like something the Baskervilles he knew of would summon. If the other boy's definition of unusual proportions was anything similar to his, it was all but impossible for the dog to be a normal creature, much like the lion-thing. ". . .from the Abyss?" He couldn't think of any other place that generated unusual creatures and if all the stories about the place were true, then anything from the Abyss certainly counted as unusual. That creature, unusual in size and ability - and this was excluding the chains and that strange apparition - among other things, that had helped the Vessalius brat under Latowidge had certainly been quite unusual by any standards.

Elliot scowled, glancing over his shoulder and seeing the two people behind them, before returning his attention to the other boy. While it was actually, from his perspective, a rather sensible idea to just hand the tray over, there was the small matter of his pride (the stock he held in being a member of the Nightray family excluded). It wasn't as though he couldn't

[hasaspoiler]

Though he wouldn't know there was a good reason for it, it was just as well that he knew better than to make a statement such as the one he'd just made without having ample proof to support it. ". . .it was my preferred weapon, but a sword is easier to come by than a gun" he admitted. He had no intention of failing to back up his words; he'd done it before - though, granted, that had been in a familiar place - and he could do it again, for all that he was on an island with strangers and other persons he'd rather not be around.

It was mildly surprising that the other hadn't heard of the Abyss before. While it wasn't a topic discussed often, it was used plenty of times to frighten children into behaving - and everyone knew of the Tragedy of Sabrie, where the entirety of the capital city was sent to the Abyss. ". . .it's a different dimension, I think. Supposedly, once you're dragged into it, you can't escape