Meetings

[verydangerman]

Characters: Shizuo and YOU
Setting/Location: Streets of District 1
Date & Time: Day 0, Morning
Warnings: Shizuo is cranky
Summary: A general meet and greet! Comment spam style for ease of play.

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[kissmydamask]

"...Sure looks like it," he said. Granted, anyone would be if they were soaked for no apparent reason.

[verydangerman]

Was someone talking at him? Shizuo lifted his head and frowned at the-- what's with his shirt, anyway?

[kissmydamask]

Nothing wrong with easy movement.

He grinned - a little cautiously, but that was allowed to happen. "Hiya."

[verydangerman]

So he was being spoken too. Shizuo nodded. "Yo." And, because it was obvious this guy didn't fit into... wherever this dream world was, continued. "A lot of foreigners getting stuck here."

[kissmydamask]

And obviously this guy was one of them. But he couldn't judge; he was foreign by dint of travelling far outside of his homeland. "Guess we're pretty popular," he agreed. "Where'd you come from?"

[verydangerman]

"Japan."

There was something wrong here. Seriously. These foreigners all speaking Japanese, which sounded fine except the kids who could pronounce everything else right, but not his name. In a dream it wouldn't bother him, but he was pretty sure by now this was just some messed up reality.

"Hey. What language are you speaking?"

[kissmydamask]

He raised his eyebrows at that. They could understand each other, so why was this guy asking? Then again, Japan was probably somewhere from the Orient, and he hadn't gone there yet. "Arabic? ...Is this some kind of trick question?"

[verydangerman]

He shook his head, features turning irritated again. "Japanese." And he habitually looked around for someone to blame the confusion on. None appeared, so Shizuo dug out a cigarette instead. "When I find the bastard that plucked me out of Ikebukuro and into this cheap manga story I'm going to kill him."

[kissmydamask]

Ikebukuro definitely sounded like a place. Manga... well, what did he know about the Orient? He could ask about that later.

"-- Wouldn't you need him to put you back?"

[verydangerman]

He frowned. The foreigner had a point.

"Kick his ass and make him send him home," he amended, lighting his cigarette.

[kissmydamask]

"What happens if he kicks yours instead? Always gotta have a Plan B."

[verydangerman]

Plan B was easy.

"I'll kick harder."

[kissmydamask]

Couldn't argue with that. "Good plan. And if he refuses to send you back anyway?"

[verydangerman]

"Kill him, find my own way."

Shizuo blew out a puff of smoke. He knew he wasn't much for plans. But since he didn't know whose ass he had to kick yet anyway, it was just venting his annoyance.

"You hear about this Cid guy?"

[kissmydamask]

"He left me some kind of letter --" he drummed his fingers on the Junogam "-- but I'm not much for reading. Something about a Loophole, a Witch and a Caravan. I don't suppose you know anything about that?"

[verydangerman]

Shizuo furrowed his brows at the cellphone-like device the guy was holding. No, maybe it was more like a PDA? It looked a little familiar... he'd seen a lot of people with them out, come to think of it.

"Only what I've heard other people talk about. He give you that thing?"