[Through the rushing water that's closing in around him and leaving him with an increasingly small pocket of air to draw from, L thinks he can hear a voice. Does it sound taunting, sarcastic, even familiar?
It doesn't matter. The great detective has come to that place he hates the very most in all possible worlds: one of desperation. It could be a cannibal killer up there and he'd take it, gladly, over drowning like a rat in a cage.]
The trap door!
[He chokes it out past a mouthful of water that splashes against his face. His ladder has been dislodged; there's nothing he can brace against and he holds onto Lycka, who seems torn between rushing for help and remaining at his side. Ironically for someone with an orca whale omen, he's not a strong swimmer, has never truly had reason to be.]
You may be standing on it! Get the trap door!
[It may also be jammed, or something may have fallen on it, or the lock may have latched with the shaking force of the water. Either way, it's not accessible to him, at this moment, to his great detriment.]
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It doesn't matter. The great detective has come to that place he hates the very most in all possible worlds: one of desperation. It could be a cannibal killer up there and he'd take it, gladly, over drowning like a rat in a cage.]
The trap door!
[He chokes it out past a mouthful of water that splashes against his face. His ladder has been dislodged; there's nothing he can brace against and he holds onto Lycka, who seems torn between rushing for help and remaining at his side. Ironically for someone with an orca whale omen, he's not a strong swimmer, has never truly had reason to be.]
You may be standing on it! Get the trap door!
[It may also be jammed, or something may have fallen on it, or the lock may have latched with the shaking force of the water. Either way, it's not accessible to him, at this moment, to his great detriment.]