Night 55: Stairwell by Waiting Room/Lobby 1

[yin_yang_fox]

[from here]No sound came from inside the stairwell, but that amounted to little at times. Still the Digimon stretched her senses, moving quickly and quietly into the dark. None were in this place yet, despite the small crowd in the hall below. It might mean none have moved upstairs, or it might simply mean they were quicker than she

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[predictator]

[From here]

It wasn't until he'd started up the stairs that he considered Alfred's request. Talking about himself wasn't something Izaya made a habit of: he was in the business of information, but information about himself was essentially off-limits.

...Aside from a few vague-or downright false-points, that is.

"There isn't much to tell about myself," he stated. "I'm twenty-one, I live in Tokyo, and I work as an information broker. I hope you weren't looking for something more exciting."

He'd sized Alfred up earlier, but he gave the young man another glance now. If he was giving out any information, he expected something in return. "And you? I would guess you're American, but..." He did seem to fit the image of a blond-haired, blue-eyed, loud American, but the world wasn't comprised of stereotypes alone.

[brb_burgers]

An information broker sounded real interesting to him. Real interesting in a sort of spy-movie, James Bond, clandestine and black-ops secretive movie sort of way-- A temptation that he couldn't keep from smiling about. "Figured you were Japan's---ese. Japanese." That was a sub-par cover but he cleared his throat and played it off as a simple stutter. Really, there hadn't been much to identify him aside from appearance but-- mannerisms and such were not always as they seemed

[predictator]

Even for Izaya, who liked to spread rumors and false information at times, there was a line between business and pleasure-no matter how fine that line may have been. When it came to his business, there was one very simple answer about how 'good' he was

[brb_burgers]

"You got clients in this place?" There was business to be had everywhere. He couldn't complain, he was all about commerce. Capitalism thrived on it and he would be a staunch advocate of it wherever it was. Opportunity for the common man was right up his alley. All of the feel-good, identifying with another guy from another place sort of fell to the wayside when he was asked what his profession in Virginia was

[predictator]

"I've done some trading, yes," was Izaya's answer in regards to his business. He didn't have regular clients yet, but that would come in due time. He was still setting up shop, so to speak, so what he was able to offer was unfortunately little at the present time.

He whistled as they continued up the stairs. "A pilot? Very nice." That meant Alfred would be the first one to see if anyone stumbled across an airplane (as unlikely as the possibility was).

They'd reached the top of the stairs, and Izaya stepped aside to let Alfred into the hallway as he contemplated where to go from here.

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