ARRIVAL [ Consciousness as he knows it moves in waves and the idea of his former self seems just out of reach. Malleable flesh takes shape as limbs grow at a pace forced by a strong will to be more. The deeper understanding that comes with this world stops him from hating this form, but Light Yagami doesn't intend to settle for less than his old body. Newly formed legs don't move as they should but that doesn't take long. Concentrated effort gives him the ability to walk and soon, he's in a better position to explore his new surroundings while dressed in a dark robe. With a bit of luck on his side, Light finds that his journal explains the situation a little more. ]
a. sealegs
[ It's frustrating to find his steps uneven, but Light knows it won't improve unless he practices. His initial steps happen when he's alone but once his confidence returns, it's time to leave his small space and move toward the other bodies gathering on the beach. With the ability to walk comes a sense of control that was missing when his own feet seemed unwilling to obey him...
Until the same feet again fail. A flash of annoyance shoots through his body as his knee bends, forcing him to reach out to brace himself against the nearest object. An object that happens to be a person. For someone who's always worked to assure full command of his body, it's embarrassing to suddenly find his hand gripping someone to keep upright.
Luckily, he manages a laugh. The situation will only seem awkward if it comes from him. ]
I used to know how to use these. Sorry. The sand doesn't make it any easier when learning to walk again.
[ He shouldn't have to learn to walk again. That was something mastered years ago. ]
b. recovery
[ With time and practice, everything moves as it should. Before the day is over, Light has graduated to helping the others as they try and move through the same process. While he never intended to be a cook himself, the stalls seem a good way to earn goods as well as gain familiarity with some faces. Light is new to this world, alone and without allies. Confidence keeps the situation from being worrisome, but there's a reason it's usually unwise for man to work in isolation. Alliances are usually an important component of success. It's that reasoning that has a man who assumed he'd never be a cook kneading dough and creating small snacks that he can then offer to those gaining their forms. ]
Don't move too quickly.
[ Seeing another newcomer struggling, he arrives with the bread as an afterthought. ]
The sand isn't as much of a cushion as you'd hope if you fall.
[ Or perhaps someone more familiar with the world comes by the stall to get a snack while taking a break from playing hero. They earn a bit more focus for being a possible source of information. With a small chuckle, he passes over the newly baked bread. ]
Remember that it's free.
[ The modesty is only slightly false. It's not the same quality as the baker who's showing Light how it's made, but it's entirely edible. ]
IMAGE OF THE SELF [ A hall becomes pavement as the door closes behind him. As quickly as a blink, the world twists and transforms into something dark and shadowed. Fog obscures the way before him, but a quick glance confirms the doorway is replaced by even more dense fog. In the distance, he can hear footsteps, but it's impossible to know if it's friend or foe. Calling out would be too careless so instead, Light pushes forward into the suffocating fog until the outline of a figure becomes a bit more clear. A little more distance and he can confirm it's another person. ]
Hello?
[ The appearance of someone else doesn't guarantee safety so he keeps some distance. Is the figure even real? ]
A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP [ As addicted to work as he may be, Light knows the importance of regular sleep. A mind stretched beyond its limits is weakened by fatigue, not strengthened. Yet, medicines and teas fail him. A day passes and then two. By the third, he's even more tired than he should be. Limbs feel heavy and each thought feels sluggish and delayed. While he's managed to hide the effects, it won't last forever.
It happens when he's walking home, a small bag of supplies in his hand. The tickling sensation is odd enough to earn his attention and when Light looks down, long, thin fingers crawl from the bag to grab at his wrist. In a momentary lack of judgment, he tosses the bag forward, causing it to hit a passerby. ]
Don't touch it!
[ As uncharacteristic as it may be, lack of sleep and the look of a Shinigami hand create a panic that betrays his fear. ]
Light Yagami | Death Note | Darkblood
[ Consciousness as he knows it moves in waves and the idea of his former self seems just out of reach. Malleable flesh takes shape as limbs grow at a pace forced by a strong will to be more. The deeper understanding that comes with this world stops him from hating this form, but Light Yagami doesn't intend to settle for less than his old body. Newly formed legs don't move as they should but that doesn't take long. Concentrated effort gives him the ability to walk and soon, he's in a better position to explore his new surroundings while dressed in a dark robe. With a bit of luck on his side, Light finds that his journal explains the situation a little more. ]
a. sealegs
[ It's frustrating to find his steps uneven, but Light knows it won't improve unless he practices. His initial steps happen when he's alone but once his confidence returns, it's time to leave his small space and move toward the other bodies gathering on the beach. With the ability to walk comes a sense of control that was missing when his own feet seemed unwilling to obey him...
Until the same feet again fail. A flash of annoyance shoots through his body as his knee bends, forcing him to reach out to brace himself against the nearest object. An object that happens to be a person. For someone who's always worked to assure full command of his body, it's embarrassing to suddenly find his hand gripping someone to keep upright.
Luckily, he manages a laugh. The situation will only seem awkward if it comes from him. ]
I used to know how to use these. Sorry. The sand doesn't make it any easier when learning to walk again.
[ He shouldn't have to learn to walk again. That was something mastered years ago. ]
b. recovery
[ With time and practice, everything moves as it should. Before the day is over, Light has graduated to helping the others as they try and move through the same process. While he never intended to be a cook himself, the stalls seem a good way to earn goods as well as gain familiarity with some faces. Light is new to this world, alone and without allies. Confidence keeps the situation from being worrisome, but there's a reason it's usually unwise for man to work in isolation. Alliances are usually an important component of success. It's that reasoning that has a man who assumed he'd never be a cook kneading dough and creating small snacks that he can then offer to those gaining their forms. ]
Don't move too quickly.
[ Seeing another newcomer struggling, he arrives with the bread as an afterthought. ]
The sand isn't as much of a cushion as you'd hope if you fall.
[ Or perhaps someone more familiar with the world comes by the stall to get a snack while taking a break from playing hero. They earn a bit more focus for being a possible source of information. With a small chuckle, he passes over the newly baked bread. ]
Remember that it's free.
[ The modesty is only slightly false. It's not the same quality as the baker who's showing Light how it's made, but it's entirely edible. ]
IMAGE OF THE SELF
[ A hall becomes pavement as the door closes behind him. As quickly as a blink, the world twists and transforms into something dark and shadowed. Fog obscures the way before him, but a quick glance confirms the doorway is replaced by even more dense fog. In the distance, he can hear footsteps, but it's impossible to know if it's friend or foe. Calling out would be too careless so instead, Light pushes forward into the suffocating fog until the outline of a figure becomes a bit more clear. A little more distance and he can confirm it's another person. ]
Hello?
[ The appearance of someone else doesn't guarantee safety so he keeps some distance. Is the figure even real? ]
A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP
[ As addicted to work as he may be, Light knows the importance of regular sleep. A mind stretched beyond its limits is weakened by fatigue, not strengthened. Yet, medicines and teas fail him. A day passes and then two. By the third, he's even more tired than he should be. Limbs feel heavy and each thought feels sluggish and delayed. While he's managed to hide the effects, it won't last forever.
It happens when he's walking home, a small bag of supplies in his hand. The tickling sensation is odd enough to earn his attention and when Light looks down, long, thin fingers crawl from the bag to grab at his wrist. In a momentary lack of judgment, he tosses the bag forward, causing it to hit a passerby. ]
Don't touch it!
[ As uncharacteristic as it may be, lack of sleep and the look of a Shinigami hand create a panic that betrays his fear. ]