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[andeatit]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, Problemsolving. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 095.07.348.12 *** Problemsolving has joined 095.07.348.12 <Problemsolving> You have managed to reach the messaging system for Light. <Problemsolving> If you need to contact me, leave a message, and I'll reply as soon as possible.

Usernames

For now, Light has two usernames:

Problemsolving - He uses this for everyday communications.
65706 - This name is for when he prefers not to give out anything that would identify him.

Comments

[andeatit]

[He reads the words, the meaning churning in his mind as he works out what to say next]

Inherently, we already share an enemy. I won't help anyone who brings unwilling victims from their homes to fight a war. But you've also managed to make moves which make your claim hold more weight.

I want you to win, if only because I want your enemy to lose, but I don't follow blindly. What are you asking for?

[fourthmade]

[ The machine dings, and then the screen flickers in multiple colors before words appear on the screen again.

'she hurts you.'

The last word erases and then rewrites.

'she hurts everyone'

Then all of the words are gone. Before:

'youre like me'

Then they're gone, and in their place.

'you want people to get what they deserve']

[andeatit]

[Did she hurt you too?]

I want the good to get what they deserve, but that means the bad will have to be eliminated. [If this is some kind of trick to get a confession, he can easily claim to have played along to talk with someone so important. If it's not, there's no reason to hide his true intentions.]

You're right, she hurts everyone. Not only did she takes us from our homes, she made us into monsters that have to hurt humans. You give out abilities that help fight the fog, you're different.

... So, yes, I am like you.

[fourthmade]

[The lights flash, and there goes that trill.

':)'

'im glad you agree'

'bad people deserve what they get'

And then a few moments later.

'and shes bad'

The machine stops for a moment, going quiet, and then instead of the music, or the bells, a mechanized voice seems to come from the machine.]

I want your help. You're smart. And you want the world to change, and so you change it.

My friends need people like that.

[andeatit]

[The use of emoticons has to make Light wonder if the fourth is originally from Ryslig. If they were brought from another world and given power, that would give them hope.]

By friends, do you mean followers?

[fourthmade]

[The machine flashes to life and dings!]

We've chosen each other, me and them.

Doesn't that make us friends?

[andeatit]

I'm clarifying, not arguing your point. It would be more of a problem if you didn't think of them as friends.

What are you asking for?

[fourthmade]

[The machine dings again. ]

My friends are being hurt.

By her, by the people in Vandare, by the bikers with their weapons. [If it is possible for a mechanized voice to sound angry, it does while listing them. And then it levels back out.]

They need people to help them know what to do.

You are good at plans. You're good at ideas. They need that.

[andeatit]

I plan to help with the people of Vandare and with the Bloody Bones. [That much is in his power.]

But you should know that I need more against her. Even with a plan, strength is required. You have that strength.

[fourthmade]

I will give all of you what power I can.

I want you to be strong so we can help each other.

[There's a pause, and the mechanized voice seems to gain an edge.]

Small problems first, then the bigger ones.

[andeatit]

Vandare and the Bloody Bones. They're connected well enough, all of them. The people of Vandare and the Bloody Bones hate us because we're forced to kill their family and friends.

We're working to combat that. The soup kitchen helps reduce fatalities, and we have a plan to meet with the city in hopes of working for them. With that, the Bloody Bones will lose a lot of their support.

[fourthmade]

[ There's a sort of mechanized chuckle. It's good natured, if nothing else. ]

You're doing well. It's a good plan. Make them useless, and no one will want them.

[There's a pause, and the voice sounds more human, and perhaps younger.]

You would make a good friend, Light.

[andeatit]

[Younger? That's a bit surprising to Light. While this entire war, and the fact they were brought into it, is immature, that is largely on the Fog God. Normally, someone younger with a need for revenge would have already lashed out without worry for anyone else.

Then again, they are in an arcade.]

I don't plan on just being a pawn. I'm sure you already know our goals align. If you give me the ability I need to fight back, I'll be sure it's used for you. Prove to me I can trust you, that I wouldn't just be becoming a pawn for you instead, and I'll be sure others will trust you too.

[fourthmade]

[The voice laughs, bright and free, before trilling off into something more mechanized.]

You want me to prove myself. You want proof.

I guess, I already know what you can do.

[It pauses, and then there's a cacophony of bells from the machines in the arcade. And then another pause once the noise dies.]

What do you call proof, Kira.

[andeatit]

If you know so much about me, you'll know that the name is a dangerous one.

[He doesn't put it past L to be here, setting this entire thing up.]

If you want to help us, you can lower our dependancy on you. Even if you call us friends, we're either be bystanders or soldiers. If we're to be your soldiers, give us the weapons to fight.

[fourthmade]

But it's the name thats important. Like the Fourth is the name people know.

[There is a beat, and a little giggle.]

I wont say it to anyone. It's our secret. I don't want anyone to take you out of the game early.

[The lights in the room flicker, one machine at a time.]

The reason you need to depend on me, is because otherwise, it's her. Magic like that is important. And when you're tied to me, I do everything I can.

Which is why I'm trying to give my friends more, weapons to fight, things they know, ways to see through her. Through what she does.

The more they tie themselves to me, the more of my power I can syphon through them.