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Who: bocchi and wingenvy. Guest starring, once_knighted. Probably.
What: First impressions.
When: May 24th.
Where: Outside Community Housing Building 4, to start with.
Summary: Who knows? The thread hasn't happened yet.
Rating: None.
[ The ordinary man's reaction to waking up stripped, aching, in the middle of the woods would surely have been panic. A lingering, dreadful sense of it that resounded within their minds and bodies, forcing them to think; to react; to try and create sense where there was none. And after that, that ordinary man would probably settle on some ill-informed theories, while his mind bubbled with countless questions. Questions that would be pushed back into their mind for an abstract "later" while they tried desperately to cling to their sanity. They'd go over all the usual scenarios: the ones that came up all too often in the news and movies. Things of psychopaths, murders, the mafia, and other dangers.
They would likely even jump to thoughts of experimentation once they discovered the wings that had been placed onto their backs. They would panic, worry, think, and panic again. It would be an infinite until they got their answers. Any answer, depending on the individual.
But to say Orihara Izaya's reaction would be the same as that ordinary man would be a lie.
Orihara Izaya was a person who believed (and maybe even could) he could twist the ordinary, as well as the extraordinary. And he could do it without flinching. That was why, even though his heart skipped a beat for just one moment, he was able to stop himself from panicking. He was able to assess his situation, his injury, and and consider the likely culprits with a certain amount of levelheadedness.
Oddly, some of those culprits coincided with that of the ordinary man's.
Nevertheless, Izaya would eventually come to find that none of his suspects were correct.
Eventually.
Probably.
You know what, after thinking about it, Izaya wandered from where he woke up to behind community building 4. Holding his side/back, going slowly, and bleeding. ]
What: First impressions.
When: May 24th.
Where: Outside Community Housing Building 4, to start with.
Summary: Who knows? The thread hasn't happened yet.
Rating: None.
[ The ordinary man's reaction to waking up stripped, aching, in the middle of the woods would surely have been panic. A lingering, dreadful sense of it that resounded within their minds and bodies, forcing them to think; to react; to try and create sense where there was none. And after that, that ordinary man would probably settle on some ill-informed theories, while his mind bubbled with countless questions. Questions that would be pushed back into their mind for an abstract "later" while they tried desperately to cling to their sanity. They'd go over all the usual scenarios: the ones that came up all too often in the news and movies. Things of psychopaths, murders, the mafia, and other dangers.
They would likely even jump to thoughts of experimentation once they discovered the wings that had been placed onto their backs. They would panic, worry, think, and panic again. It would be an infinite until they got their answers. Any answer, depending on the individual.
But to say Orihara Izaya's reaction would be the same as that ordinary man would be a lie.
Orihara Izaya was a person who believed (and maybe even could) he could twist the ordinary, as well as the extraordinary. And he could do it without flinching. That was why, even though his heart skipped a beat for just one moment, he was able to stop himself from panicking. He was able to assess his situation, his injury, and and consider the likely culprits with a certain amount of levelheadedness.
Oddly, some of those culprits coincided with that of the ordinary man's.
Nevertheless, Izaya would eventually come to find that none of his suspects were correct.
Eventually.
Probably.
You know what, after thinking about it, Izaya wandered from where he woke up to behind community building 4. Holding his side/back, going slowly, and bleeding. ]