<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800080">The table creaked as Gleeman forced his head out slight from his cell.  He had heard ramblings.  Oh, he did always love a good ramble.  The name Light stuck in his head and his head tossed back for a moment into a peal of laughter.  The same Light that was accused of mass murder?  Well, if that was true, he would have to get a better look.   But seeing as how he really couldn't see much of anyone at the moment aside from Kari, he settled for listening to the conversation.  Escape?  Well, that would be quite interesting to see.  Clearing his throat loudly to gain the attention, he spoke up finally. <b>"Oh Light, if you want some information, just wait for a rat to come by.  I'm sure he could help make you very happy."</b>  His eyes shot to Kari for a moment before continuing.  <b>"Plus I hear that you were brought to the Tokyo jail blubbering like a girl because you never thought you'd be caught..."</b>  He burst into laughter again, shaking the table from side to side before locking eyes with Kari, all mirth drained away from her mention of dinner.  <b>"I guess I could manage to pencil you in."</b><br/>
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He smirked and started humming, waiting to see just what that Yagami's response would be.  Oh how he loved to poke fun at the peanut gallery.  Though the large man who was the new arrival made him a little suspicious.  Zealots.  God, he hated them, even if they didn't serve the 'High and Almighty'.  Shaking his head, he called out.  <b>"Yo, Big Boy!  Who're you mumbling to?  Cthulhu?  If you get a hold of him, tell him he still owes me three of his face tentacles!"</b></span>