And that was precisely why he would have to be careful with just who he associated with. Without moving his head he followed L’s nod across the room, to where the two men sat in deep conversation. The fact that L was not so outwardly disturbed was one of the few reasons he kept their conversation going. In all honesty, Lunge had every reason to have doubts about him; false names, withheld information, uncertain identities… everything about the man begged for suspicion. For background checks and research and careful character analysis.
But here, far from the reliability of the office, that luxury was simply not available to him. For now, they were colleagues united by a shared aim- and all the while he would continue assess just who ‘L’ was, calmly and thoroughly, on the side.
The same old threadbare smile returned at the mention of his appointments. Clearly, he was going to be subjected to the same level of observation. “You’ve been doing your research,” he commented. Good. It was a reassuringly appropriate move for one in his supposed position to make under the circumstances. Besides. Lunge didn’t know if he could approve of having a partner without some sense of curiosity.
“That’s right. My reasoning ran similar to your own; all three men seemed to have some kind of investigative skill, or at the very least seemed willing to look further than the obvious.” A depressingly fatalistic feeling that all they could do was survive permeated the Institute, maintaining that research meant nothing. But knowledge was power, and power was exactly what they needed. “Provided they meet expectations, they could prove to be useful allies.”
He shifted in his seat as the conversation turned to the previous night, unlacing his fingers to rest one hand on the arm of the chair while the other formed a rest for his chin.
“I didn’t take my radio with me last night, but from what I’ve heard the current ‘voice’ has yet to prove her worth.” An understatement. Comments had ranged from dismissive to infuriated. “Still, it may be interesting to hear if this ‘Jill’ woman has anything to say on last night’s events.”
“As for the monster sightings…” Here he sighed, face for once betraying a touch of irritation. “I didn’t see anything to confirm or refute them. However, a woman I spoke to this morning was quite insistent that she had seen some kind of ‘zombies’ last night- ‘if you've ever seen Night of the Living Dead, it was just like that’.” The hand resting on the chair sprang to life with the quote, typing out into the plush arm as he recited it before falling back into repose barely a second later.
He continued. “On top of which, there is enough testimony on the bulletin board to suggest that, if not ‘monsters’ as such, there is definitely something to be feared at night.”
For a moment he broke off, head to one side as though something had suddenly occurred to him. “By the way. I couldn’t help but notice your reluctance in using your name over the bulletin board. How should I contact you?”
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And that was precisely why he would have to be careful with just who he associated with. Without moving his head he followed L’s nod across the room, to where the two men sat in deep conversation. The fact that L was not so outwardly disturbed was one of the few reasons he kept their conversation going. In all honesty, Lunge had every reason to have doubts about him; false names, withheld information, uncertain identities… everything about the man begged for suspicion. For background checks and research and careful character analysis.
But here, far from the reliability of the office, that luxury was simply not available to him. For now, they were colleagues united by a shared aim- and all the while he would continue assess just who ‘L’ was, calmly and thoroughly, on the side.
The same old threadbare smile returned at the mention of his appointments. Clearly, he was going to be subjected to the same level of observation. “You’ve been doing your research,” he commented. Good. It was a reassuringly appropriate move for one in his supposed position to make under the circumstances. Besides. Lunge didn’t know if he could approve of having a partner without some sense of curiosity.
“That’s right. My reasoning ran similar to your own; all three men seemed to have some kind of investigative skill, or at the very least seemed willing to look further than the obvious.” A depressingly fatalistic feeling that all they could do was survive permeated the Institute, maintaining that research meant nothing. But knowledge was power, and power was exactly what they needed. “Provided they meet expectations, they could prove to be useful allies.”
He shifted in his seat as the conversation turned to the previous night, unlacing his fingers to rest one hand on the arm of the chair while the other formed a rest for his chin.
“I didn’t take my radio with me last night, but from what I’ve heard the current ‘voice’ has yet to prove her worth.” An understatement. Comments had ranged from dismissive to infuriated. “Still, it may be interesting to hear if this ‘Jill’ woman has anything to say on last night’s events.”
“As for the monster sightings…” Here he sighed, face for once betraying a touch of irritation. “I didn’t see anything to confirm or refute them. However, a woman I spoke to this morning was quite insistent that she had seen some kind of ‘zombies’ last night- ‘if you've ever seen Night of the Living Dead, it was just like that’.” The hand resting on the chair sprang to life with the quote, typing out into the plush arm as he recited it before falling back into repose barely a second later.
He continued. “On top of which, there is enough testimony on the bulletin board to suggest that, if not ‘monsters’ as such, there is definitely something to be feared at night.”
For a moment he broke off, head to one side as though something had suddenly occurred to him. “By the way. I couldn’t help but notice your reluctance in using your name over the bulletin board. How should I contact you?”