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Who: Darc Nidellia, Orihara Izaya & The Marauders
When: Thursday- mid day after the pipes in Suite 9 burst!
Where: Suite 39
Summary: Darc and Izaya moved to a previously scouted empty room, only to be harassed greeted by the suite’s residents.
Rating: General?
Warnings: Grumpiness, snarks, Marauders, pets fight (/facepalm), Darc’s language.
It was midday on Thursday when they began to notice water beginning to seep beneath the door to their room; it wasn’t deep, not at the moment, but it was enough to inform them that Izaya’s bleak prognosis from the beginning of the week had been realised. The steady drop in temperature that they had been attempting to endure had obviously finally lead to the pipes bursting, the dire situation they had found themselves in was no doubt growing progressively worse. Darc eyed the insidiously creeping liquid with a look of unnerving detachment from his cross-legged position on the bed, though inwardly he was beginning to feel the first stirrings of real foreboding now; if things had progressed to this stage, it stood as a good indicator that they were only going to lead to further decline.
‘...well...I don’t think we’re gonna be able to stay here much longer,’ he intoned flatly, glancing over at Izaya.
He turned to look at his source of heat, whom he had been leaning against to keep warm and nodded. “...yeah...” Izaya stroked Natsu, now wrapped securely in his blanket and spotting an additional santa hat, “...we should move to that room I told you about before...” He had grown a lot more sombre as the temperature continued plunging further lower, finding it difficult to not think about the possibility of himself dying... that he will cease to exist, that he will be gone without any trace and with knowledge about the biodome, without any chance of still existing even as something else. He can’t... Orihara Izaya... can’t... die... yet... not without Celty’s head awakening... he can’t...
Darc gave the other male a perfunctory nod, before slowly - and with notable reluctance - beginning to extricate himself from the swaddling of blankets the two of them had wrapped themselves in; the remnants of his discomfort over having anyone get so close to him having dispersed along with the heat from their environment. His movements were slightly more muted and sluggish than usual, given the depth of the cold which currently permeated his body; he had dispensed with his usual dislike of ‘human’ attire, and was now dressed in the clothes he had been forced to wear for the Halloween ball, along with his usual skirt, Tifa’s leather vest and one of Izaya’s coats, but it was still far from enough to keep the cold from reaching him. He began to set about collecting up their stockpile of food as swiftly as he was able, using one of the blankets from the bed as a makeshift bag.
Izaya groaned a little when Darc removed himself but understood that it was necessary for them to make the move unless they wanted to drown here. Getting up and out of the blanket, he set Natsu aside carefully, and began packing the blankets, folding them neatly together. Izaya had been layering his shirts, his red leather santa costume and Halloween ball’s outfit underneath his regular hooded coat, now pulled up with Kanaya’s scarf wrapped around his neck but he could still feel the cold through all those layers. He hurried and lay one of the extra blankets out and started piling the magical fire container, the rest of the blankets and clothes they were using to pile around them onto it before tying it up. He then grabbed his cougar bag - where all his maps and writing materials were - and slung it over his shoulder.
Darc lifted his own makeshift sack onto his back before moving to retrieve his sword - his gift from Izaya, that he’d been surprised to find in one piece on his return from the torture chamber, leaving the other one behind given that two was clearly unnecessary- casting one final glance over the room before returning his gaze to the older male.
‘That’s everything?’
He nodded, “Get the pillows...” Meanwhile Izaya picked up Natsu’s bundle and put him on top of his own ‘luggage’, lifting them both up easily despite his action being hindered by the cold and ache from sitting up too long. He nodded at Darc, “...done...”
‘Hmm,’ Darc moved to do as the other had suggested before heading for the door, holding it open for Izaya to pass through before exiting the room himself. Once they had left the suite and had stepped into the hallways beyond, it became increasingly obvious that the situation was slowly worsening; the floor was now slick and wet from where water had not only begun to seep over it, but had also started to freeze. Their progress was somewhat impeded by this, both of them having to move slowly to keep from slipping, Darc keeping close to Izaya in order to prevent the other from falling should that happen.
It was some time before they reached their destination, the dragonboy turning to to Izaya as they approached the entrance to suite 29.
‘This one, right?’ To which Izaya nodded and he pushed open the door carefully, making sure not to drop Natsu and held it open for Darc before following suit himself.
Darc
Izaya
When: Thursday- mid day after the pipes in Suite 9 burst!
Where: Suite 39
Summary: Darc and Izaya moved to a previously scouted empty room, only to be harassed greeted by the suite’s residents.
Rating: General?
Warnings: Grumpiness, snarks, Marauders, pets fight (/facepalm), Darc’s language.
It was midday on Thursday when they began to notice water beginning to seep beneath the door to their room; it wasn’t deep, not at the moment, but it was enough to inform them that Izaya’s bleak prognosis from the beginning of the week had been realised. The steady drop in temperature that they had been attempting to endure had obviously finally lead to the pipes bursting, the dire situation they had found themselves in was no doubt growing progressively worse. Darc eyed the insidiously creeping liquid with a look of unnerving detachment from his cross-legged position on the bed, though inwardly he was beginning to feel the first stirrings of real foreboding now; if things had progressed to this stage, it stood as a good indicator that they were only going to lead to further decline.
‘...well...I don’t think we’re gonna be able to stay here much longer,’ he intoned flatly, glancing over at Izaya.
He turned to look at his source of heat, whom he had been leaning against to keep warm and nodded. “...yeah...” Izaya stroked Natsu, now wrapped securely in his blanket and spotting an additional santa hat, “...we should move to that room I told you about before...” He had grown a lot more sombre as the temperature continued plunging further lower, finding it difficult to not think about the possibility of himself dying... that he will cease to exist, that he will be gone without any trace and with knowledge about the biodome, without any chance of still existing even as something else. He can’t... Orihara Izaya... can’t... die... yet... not without Celty’s head awakening... he can’t...
Darc gave the other male a perfunctory nod, before slowly - and with notable reluctance - beginning to extricate himself from the swaddling of blankets the two of them had wrapped themselves in; the remnants of his discomfort over having anyone get so close to him having dispersed along with the heat from their environment. His movements were slightly more muted and sluggish than usual, given the depth of the cold which currently permeated his body; he had dispensed with his usual dislike of ‘human’ attire, and was now dressed in the clothes he had been forced to wear for the Halloween ball, along with his usual skirt, Tifa’s leather vest and one of Izaya’s coats, but it was still far from enough to keep the cold from reaching him. He began to set about collecting up their stockpile of food as swiftly as he was able, using one of the blankets from the bed as a makeshift bag.
Izaya groaned a little when Darc removed himself but understood that it was necessary for them to make the move unless they wanted to drown here. Getting up and out of the blanket, he set Natsu aside carefully, and began packing the blankets, folding them neatly together. Izaya had been layering his shirts, his red leather santa costume and Halloween ball’s outfit underneath his regular hooded coat, now pulled up with Kanaya’s scarf wrapped around his neck but he could still feel the cold through all those layers. He hurried and lay one of the extra blankets out and started piling the magical fire container, the rest of the blankets and clothes they were using to pile around them onto it before tying it up. He then grabbed his cougar bag - where all his maps and writing materials were - and slung it over his shoulder.
Darc lifted his own makeshift sack onto his back before moving to retrieve his sword - his gift from Izaya, that he’d been surprised to find in one piece on his return from the torture chamber, leaving the other one behind given that two was clearly unnecessary- casting one final glance over the room before returning his gaze to the older male.
‘That’s everything?’
He nodded, “Get the pillows...” Meanwhile Izaya picked up Natsu’s bundle and put him on top of his own ‘luggage’, lifting them both up easily despite his action being hindered by the cold and ache from sitting up too long. He nodded at Darc, “...done...”
‘Hmm,’ Darc moved to do as the other had suggested before heading for the door, holding it open for Izaya to pass through before exiting the room himself. Once they had left the suite and had stepped into the hallways beyond, it became increasingly obvious that the situation was slowly worsening; the floor was now slick and wet from where water had not only begun to seep over it, but had also started to freeze. Their progress was somewhat impeded by this, both of them having to move slowly to keep from slipping, Darc keeping close to Izaya in order to prevent the other from falling should that happen.
It was some time before they reached their destination, the dragonboy turning to to Izaya as they approached the entrance to suite 29.
‘This one, right?’ To which Izaya nodded and he pushed open the door carefully, making sure not to drop Natsu and held it open for Darc before following suit himself.
Darc
Izaya