There was a small collapse of L's shoulders, intensifying his slouch; it was frustrating that Lunge came from a world apparently different enough that they had not heard of each other.
"Yes, and no. My existence was not well-known to the public until recently. I am not a policeman, myself; rather, I direct the police involved with a given case, if I choose to accept it."
Even if they had come from the same world, or one that was similar, L himself was aware that the natural consequence of his attempts to keep himself anonymous meant that anyone could claim to be L; he used this to his advantage in his work. That Lunge seemed willing to accept his identity without further preamble or proof might be more "luck" -- but it is obvious that we will each be watching the other to continue to confirm the claims that we have heard.
"It is difficult to know where to begin, Herr Lunge.
"I don't yet know the nature of the patients here. While the primer posted to the bulletin board suggests that they are sane, at least one I have met this morning seemed delusional. He believed himself to be a machine, and was enthusiastic on the topic of murder. The one with copper skin who is now talking to the very large man with dark hair." He inclined his head about an inch in the direction of the pair he had mentioned: not enough to tip off anyone else in the room, who would probably just interpret the movement as an inquisitive tilt.
"However, there are also several people from my own world; I believe them to be reasonably stable. The evidence so far, while anecdotal, supports the possibility that the claim that we can come from different times is true."
L was calm, intense, articulate in his soft, low voice.
"I know that you want to investigate this place. I agree that there is no other plan. I also know that you have appointments with someone who calls himself Javert, with Miles Edgeworth, who is responsible for the primer, and with the Lelouch Lamperouge who appears to be compiling most of the notes that were posted on the bulletin board this morning.
"The use of the name in the first case makes me wonder if the person in question also has investigative training; we know that Lamperouge is conducting an inquiry whether his training is formal or not. Edgeworth is an attorney and would therefore have experience assembling a case. It makes sense, given what we have seen of the nature of this place, to attempt to coordinate these efforts insofar as it is possible.
"There is no ideal way to do this. You understand the reasons. Still, I think that an attempt should be made to either develop a systematic plan, or to become part of any that already exists."
His toes wriggled against the seat of the chair and, since he had finished with his speech for the time being, he shifted the topic.
"You were here last night. Can you tell me what you saw -- how well it matches the warnings about monsters, for example? They seem far-fetched. Also, I am interested in any information about the operation of the radio."
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"Yes, and no. My existence was not well-known to the public until recently. I am not a policeman, myself; rather, I direct the police involved with a given case, if I choose to accept it."
Even if they had come from the same world, or one that was similar, L himself was aware that the natural consequence of his attempts to keep himself anonymous meant that anyone could claim to be L; he used this to his advantage in his work. That Lunge seemed willing to accept his identity without further preamble or proof might be more "luck" -- but it is obvious that we will each be watching the other to continue to confirm the claims that we have heard.
"It is difficult to know where to begin, Herr Lunge.
"I don't yet know the nature of the patients here. While the primer posted to the bulletin board suggests that they are sane, at least one I have met this morning seemed delusional. He believed himself to be a machine, and was enthusiastic on the topic of murder. The one with copper skin who is now talking to the very large man with dark hair." He inclined his head about an inch in the direction of the pair he had mentioned: not enough to tip off anyone else in the room, who would probably just interpret the movement as an inquisitive tilt.
"However, there are also several people from my own world; I believe them to be reasonably stable. The evidence so far, while anecdotal, supports the possibility that the claim that we can come from different times is true."
L was calm, intense, articulate in his soft, low voice.
"I know that you want to investigate this place. I agree that there is no other plan. I also know that you have appointments with someone who calls himself Javert, with Miles Edgeworth, who is responsible for the primer, and with the Lelouch Lamperouge who appears to be compiling most of the notes that were posted on the bulletin board this morning.
"The use of the name in the first case makes me wonder if the person in question also has investigative training; we know that Lamperouge is conducting an inquiry whether his training is formal or not. Edgeworth is an attorney and would therefore have experience assembling a case. It makes sense, given what we have seen of the nature of this place, to attempt to coordinate these efforts insofar as it is possible.
"There is no ideal way to do this. You understand the reasons. Still, I think that an attempt should be made to either develop a systematic plan, or to become part of any that already exists."
His toes wriggled against the seat of the chair and, since he had finished with his speech for the time being, he shifted the topic.
"You were here last night. Can you tell me what you saw -- how well it matches the warnings about monsters, for example? They seem far-fetched. Also, I am interested in any information about the operation of the radio."