MIRAI NIKKI AU

[enigmaster]

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[agoodname]

They'd never get here in time.

[enigmaster]

S-So then... you're not seriously suggesting we take him down or something?

[agoodname]

I am seriously suggesting that. [mildly] But don't worry, you won't have to fight him.

[enigmaster]

So... what... what's the plan, exactly...?

[agoodname]

The plan is to lure him up there, get him to expose his diary, and I'll take care of him from there.

[enigmaster]

Diary...? [Par...don...???] ...Wait, when you say take care of him...

[agoodname]

His cell phone. [oswald hums a bit, stepping into the elevator, taking Edward with him] It means exactly what you think it means. At this point it's either him or us.

[enigmaster]

[Before he knows it, he finds himself leaning against the wall of the elevator. Good thing, too, because he's starting to feel a bit shaky.] Y-You're kidding... right? You're not... not actually going to...

[agoodname]

You would rather I let him kill us? [arching an eyebrow]

[enigmaster]

No! Of course not, but... but why are those the options?

[agoodname]

Because sometimes those are the only options, unfortunately. Which is why I'm doing it and not you.

[enigmaster]

But-- [He doesn't really have a chance to object much more. Just like that, the elevator dings, and they're there. Edward starts as the doors open.] Ah...

[agoodname]

Come on. [and he's stepping out of the elevator]

[enigmaster]

[It almost feels like it's a mistake. Like stepping out of the elevator is the worst possible thing he could do. He steps out, anyway. Trailing after Oswald.] ...Maybe he lost us.

[agoodname]

He didn't. I'm fairly certain his diary wouldn't let him lose us.

[enigmaster]

[There Oswald goes talking about a diary again... ...Huh?] Do you mean... like this thing? [He holds up his own phone, open on one of those riddles.]

[agoodname]

[Oswald pauses to glance at it, before he nods] Yes, that's it exactly.

[enigmaster]

And... you have one too? Is that how you knew where I was?

[agoodname]

I do. Though mine isn't in riddles. [and he opens his up to show a log of...Edward. Just. Everything he's doing, from Oswald's perspective]

[enigmaster]

Oh, so... Wait. [He moves closer, really taking a look.] Is that all about me...?

[agoodname]

Of course it is. [he'll let him look] How else would I have known how to find you?

[enigmaster]

S-Sure, but... why is it just me...?

[agoodname]

[he tilts his head at that] Why would it be anyone else?

[enigmaster]

[...what sort of question is THAT--] I-I don't know? About... yourself, maybe? Someone important to you?

[agoodname]

It is about someone important to me. [he snaps it shut a moment later] But we can discuss this in more detail later--for now, we need to take care of him.