Ivan ✯ 001

[shushushuriken]

Who: Ivan & somarium!
Where: Espoir
Style: I'll gladly follow you!
Status: Open as can be, bb.

If one were to walk through the center plaza of Espoir early in the morning, they might just stumble upon a rather curious sight. No -- curious wasn't the word for it -- unsettling was more apt in describing the situation.

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[fiveminutefail]

[Snapped back to reality by the reintroduction of his now bandaged companion, he breathes a small sigh of relief. That's one obstacle checked off his ever growing list. His companion is now on the road to recovery, and when he can find them a place to stay for their (hopefully short) visit to this world, he'll prescribe some bed rest and call it a day. For now, anyway.

He stands from his seat, takes the time to stretch, smooth out his clothes and adjust his tie, before acknowledging the other with a nod.]

You look like a mummy... [Again. Seeing it one time was enough, and so he continues toward the exit (motioning for the other to follow) with a tight frown.

He wanders out of the clinic, and once outside he peers around for a long, aimless moment. He really has no idea on where they should go or on what they should do, but he didn't waste his time sitting there and waiting. He at least brainstormed a little.]

Maybe we can check into an apartment? [Missing wallet. No money. He has no idea how any of this works.] For now, anyway.

[He scratches the back of his head thoughtfully, then looking over his shoulder at the other:]

What do you think, Origami?

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[He looks down at himself before rubbing his bandaged arms self-consciously. Ivan supposes that the older man has a point -- he does look like a mummy, and likely the walking dead as well. Finding a place to stay certainly does sound nice right about now, so he doesn't put up any arguments when Kotetsu motions for him to follow.

They don't make it very far at all -- barely out of the clinic, in fact -- before his companion stops. Sitting in silence for a moment, he's relieved when Kotetsu speaks up once again. He's entirely unsure of what they should do or where they should look to stay, hoping to rely on the older hero for such matters instead. Regardless, he offers a brief nod to the other.]

I think that's a good idea. We need to find someplace to live while we're here, after all.

[Especially considering they didn't have any idea just how long they were gonna be stuck here.]

[fiveminutefail]

[He spins on his heel, a bit abruptly, and laughs a deep, rumbling and proud laugh.]

Yeah. I thought so, too! [Yes, he did just compliment himself.

He's about to turn and begin walking to any and every building that looks like it's livable and/or offers housing before he simply stops and stares at the younger hero. When Kotetsu was in the hospital nursing his own injuries after his one-sided scrap with Jake, Ivan had been confined to a wheel chair.

That little detail doesn't go flying over his head like most things do, and he's quick to waltz right up to the boy and, once more, gently place a hand on his shoulder.]

Umm... can you make the walk? [He jabs a thumb over his shoulder, smiling supportively.] Because I can carry you if need be.

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[When Kotetsu spins around and releases a laugh, Ivan quickly blinks in surprise and takes a step backward, nearly tumbling over in his haste.

He gives an unconvincing laugh of his own once he recovers -- still a bit apprehensive, considering the situation. He had to admit, however, that the older man's mood was a bit infectious. It was becoming increasingly difficult to place his entire focus on the current situation, as well as the one at home, when his companion appeared to be so carefree.

At the hand on his shoulder and the comforting smile, he stops. This level of concern was so foreign to him that it still threw him for a bit of a loop when on the receiving end. He shuffles his weight, shifting from one foot to the other awkwardly.]

A-Ah, yes. I'm fine, I promise. I can walk.

[As if to prove a point (mostly to himself), he begins to walk in the direction they were heading before Kotetsu stopped -- stopping short himself once he realised he had no clue where they were actually going.]

[fiveminutefail]

[He has to worry, has to be concerned. As the only other hero here, and the eldest for that matter, he has to take responsibility.]

Alright, just checking...

[He scratches idly at his nose while the other trots past him, looking to see if it's just a bluff. Even if it was, though, he'd let the younger stick it out as long as he could. He'd want that privilege, anyhow. He'll step in if he has to, but for now he'll merely keep an eye out.

But when Ivan stops, he knows why, and it's nothing to do with his now treated injuries. He walks up next to the boy, and points down the street.]

I saw some buildings over that way. [He places his hands in his pocket, and begins a slow walk.] We can start looking there.

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[He gives a brief nod and mutters a quiet 'thank you' in response, still firmly rooted in place.

Once his companion stops next to him, pointing out a nearby street, his brows raise in curiosity. He figures it's as good a place to start as anywhere else in this strange world.]

Whatever you find that's acceptable for you is alright by me.

[Which is certainly true. He already feels as though he's imposing on the man enough as is. With that, Ivan follows Kotetsu down the street, walking at a leisurely pace and gazing at the numerous buildings as they move past them, a content smile on his face for the first time since his arrival.]

[fiveminutefail]

[He maintains a slow trot down the street he referenced with the enthusiastic point of his finger, making sure that his colleague can keep up with him, and merely looks up and down at the buildings that he passes with a half-hearted sort of interest. He hopes, after all, that the housing they choose will be very, very temporary. He doesn't want to overstay his welcome here after all, and he's been thinking just that since the first hour of his arrival.

He turns his head to regard the other with a silence breaking comment, loud and proud and true.]

Your opinion matters too, Origami! We're both going to be living there, after all.

[Which brings him back to his thoughts while he was waiting for the other hero to get patched up. He'd need to be prepared in case the others show up. More than two bedrooms, more than one bathroom. They'd need a lot of space, so that everyone doesn't try killing someone out of frustration.

A bunch of unhappy, annoyed NEXT living together just doesn't sound like it'd work out well.

So when he sees a much larger building complex, with a more dignified and important looking design, he points toward it with a triumphant "aha!"]

Let's take a look in that one first.

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[Ivan's certainly glad for the relatively languid pace being kept by his companion, and he both recognizes the gesture within and appreciates it. He's honestly not too genuinely interested in the buildings they pass either, but it gives him something to do -- a much needed distraction from the thoughts currently threatening to take over his mind at any given moment.

(Jake Martinez. Failure. The fate of the city. His fellow heroes. Death.)

The young hero shakes his head sharply, turning back to the buildings lining the street, wishing he had his jacket with him -- both for comfort and the well-worn pockets (as stupid as it may sound). He nearly stumbles at Kotetsu's words, unused to his opinion truly mattering to someone.]

M-My opinion? I don't really...

[He trails off there, intrigued by the large complex they're now standing in front of. It's truly quite nice looking, and appears to be the type to have plenty of room per apartment, meaning less chance of awkwardness for the two Heroes -- and a greater chance of having the others stay with them should they also arrive. He nods affirmatively and gives a smile.]

Alright. It looks nice enough from the outside, at least.

[fiveminutefail]

[An enthusiastic nod before he's practically jogging up to the door, but of course he waits before going inside, making sure to open the door for the now healing boy. Don't want to put any unneeded strain on those injuries, he's a thoughtful man.]

I'm gonna go ask. [He jabs a finger at a lobby receptionist across the way, before walking toward her.

A long moment later, he returns with a slip of paper labeled "floor 8" and an envelope concealing several cards, most likely keys to an apartment.]

I told her a list of requirements. [He holds up his hand, counting each off on a finger.] We needed a lot of space, I said. At least two bedrooms, but she said this one had four! A living room and a kitchen. Balcony. Oh, there's also three bathrooms.

[He's excited, Origami, is it obvious? He all but drags the boy to the elevator as he speaks, and jabs at the up button impatiently.]

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[He'll receive another nod here, followed by a quietly murmured 'thank you' as Ivan enters the complex. Once his companion departs momentarily, he takes the opportunity to assess the interior of the building. It certainly did look quite nice on the inside as well, he noted with silent satisfaction.

He continues to glance around (now considerably less interested, however) until Kotetsu joins him once more -- paper and envelope in hand. Listening intently to the growing list of requirements, he gives a full tilt smile at the older man's enthusiasm.]

Ah, that sounds like quite an apartment, Kotetsu-san. It looks like you made the right choice coming here first. All the extra space means that we'll be prepared for when the others arrive. [Not if, but rather when. Because he knew they would come. It would just be a matter of time.

The excitement was pretty much palpable, and certainly more than a bit infectious -- meaning the smile wasn't going anywhere for once as he allowed Kotetsu to lead him to the elevator. They were almost home free now.]

[fiveminutefail]

[He nods, still jabbing at the button, as if that would make it arrive any faster.]

Mhmm. That's the plan. We gotta be prepared incase -

[He's cut off as the elevator finally shows, and the doors open. He steps inside, still tugging at his younger colleague's wrist to encourage faster movement. He doesn't continue what he'd been saying, the calming lull of the short ride enough for him, and he closes his eyes with a little smile. He can finally start to relax a little. He's not alone anymore, and things are finally starting to look up.

He only open his eyes when he hears the ding, and he ushers the boy out, falling into step ahead of him, eyes glued to the envelope he's holding.

It's not long, only a few short moments, before he arrives at the assigned room. He opens the envelope and brandishes the keys, handing one off to his new roommate, and using the other to open the door. Once inside, he starts opening cupboards in the kitchen, tests how cushy the couch is, opens and closes closets and doors, prodding and poking and noisily looking through every nook and cranny.

He stops mid-action, though, to address the boy.]

You should go get some rest, Origami. [He motions down the hall.] Pick whatever bedroom you want, I won't be going anywhere so it's okay.

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[He continues to follow his companion's lead, gently pulled into the elevator and enjoying the brief window of silence. It wasn't that he didn't want to converse with Kotetsu or anything, he was simply appreciative of the temporary respite -- they had been on the go since he arrived, and his mind had been full of nightmarish flashes of the recent past. Now though... now he finally felt secure. At home.

The moment is broken when the elevator stops and he's ushered out into the hallway, which he now takes a keen interest in. Before it even has the chance to become monotonous, they've arrived.

He accepts the key from his companion with a slight bow and quiet 'thank you' before watching the older man examine everything in sight with a slightly bemused smile.

It drops the slightest bit when Kotetsu reminds him of his need to rest, but he nods nonetheless.]

A-Alright. [He begins to walk toward the hall, but pauses in the doorframe.] Thank you again... for everything, Tiger-san.

[Then he turns and exits down the hall, and a moment later the click of a door can be heard.]