sixth. video (i fought the war but the war won).

[torrefied]

[It's a video post from Mello, and that's a thing that just does not happen. The camera is propped up to face him, lying on his back with his eyes closed, drinking in the artificial sunlight on a patch of grass somewhere in the park.]

Don't you all just get tired of fighting all the time?

[A peculiar lilt colors his words, a slight discordance to his typical tone and a languidness that should be noticeable to anyone who has ever heard him speak. He opens his eyes and glances to the camera.]

I mean, I know you are - I can smell it on you. You all want, so much - you want to go home, you want to return to your normal, ordinary lives. You want an end to the struggles you face here in order to simply survive.

[He shifts onto his side, propping his head up in his hand to face the camera directly. This is something else Mello would never do - openly show his face. And anyone who has seen his face before, even just partially, will notice a key difference here - his scar is gone. He smiles deviously at the camera.]

Don't fight us. Join us. Let us help you. Let me help you. I can give you what you want. All you have to do is ask, and let us in.

[He gives the camera audience a one-shouldered shrug and smiles again, something that looks entirely wrong and out of place on Mello's face.]

Despite what you may have heard, we're not all bad.

(ooc note: demon-possessed mello can also be encountered in person pretty much anywhere in the city for the next few days!)

Comments

[wormintheglass]

I think not. I wouldn't tell Mello, and I'm certainly not minded to confide in you.

What are you, exactly?

[torrefied]

[He grins at her - sharp, all teeth.]

What do you want me to be, Bianca? I feel like there's probably some room for interpretation here.

[wormintheglass]

[She smiles back, thin and sharp and real. Dean's visit reminded her how well she usually gets along with demons. Those, she thinks, are the best kind of friends for her: no expectations, no disappointment.]

I want you to be in a body that isn't that one, dearheart. His face offends me.

[torrefied]

Well, I'm afraid you're going to have to live with disappointment, Bianca. I happen to like this body an awful lot - it's quite flexible.

[wormintheglass]

[She makes a face.]

I don't want to know, thank you. How did you talk him into letting you? What did you offer him?

[torrefied]

Mm, I didn't have to work very hard at all, actually - he's a smart boy, and he's always been able to see the benefits of a strategic alliance. All he wanted was to be better. I could give him that.

[wormintheglass]

Somehow, dearheart, I doubt this was what he had in mind from a "strategic alliance".

[It's not that it doesn't amuse her, thinking of Mello caught in a typical demonic logic trap. Bianca is hugely amused. But she's also mentally checking her weapons.]

I'd be very interested to hear what manner of advantage you feel you can offer, though.

[torrefied]

For you? I can't really offer you anything if you're not willing to discuss it, now, can I?