The change in schedule today hadn't been bad-but more interesting was that there continued to be no sign of the military whatsoever. Perhaps things would be different come nightfall, but as for now... it certainly seemed that they had cleared out completely. Or perhaps the soldiers' acting had simply gotten better
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After last shift, Mikado didn't know what to think. It was getting harder to keep the 'reality' that he knew completely straight. With all the things people were telling him, and then that Harrington soldier, and then Tolten last shift.... Mikado was at a loss of what to believe--or, to say it more bluntly, he was at a loss of what to know as fact. There was a fluidity to belief, and the boy could honestly believe all he wished without the knowledge of what was correct
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Izaya had been contemplating whether he should add some small doodles to the note he was slowly composing in order to make it seem more like it came from a girl (if Kanra's manner of speech wasn't enough)-but he'd glanced up just in time to see Mikado stop a few steps away from his position. His eyes widened in surprise when the boy suddenly held something out towards him. "Oh?"
A card, it seemed. Homemade, it seemed. For him, he'd said.
"Thank you..." he said, reaching out to accept the card. Izaya's lips curled into a smile, not because of Mikado's offering that he was now looking over ('thank you', it read) but because of the fact that Mikado had also asked for his opinion.
He looked away from the card back up to Mikado's face. "Are you troubled about something? If my opinion will help"-or even if it would harm-"then I'll gladly give it."
...The response was easily said, with no hint of resentment at the request. Mikado relaxed slightly, then nodded his head, moving to pull a nearby chair closer to sit. Perhaps he should just ask what he needed without reservation, but he was beginning to think that he was starting to rely on Izaya, and that put them both in positions Mikado was uncomfortable with. Troubling the man every time Mikado was clueless would soon become inane, and the fact remained that Mikado wished to succeed on his own
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Since the moment that he'd first noticed that Mikado had arrived in this place, Izaya had known that there was only so much he could tell the boy at one time-at least while still expecting to be believed. He knew he hadn't been the first to talk to Mikado, either, so all he'd done at that time was to corroborate one or two of the things he might have been already told... At that time, he hadn't touched at all on the topics Mikado had just brought up-while he'd already had some exposure to the ideas (thanks in no small part to Castiel), they had still seemed too outlandish then to even consider passing on to a newcomer.
"Ah," he said softly, tucking the thank-you card into the journal and closing it. "You've heard people talking about magic, I take it? Or have you seen it for yourself?"
Mikado was acting so nervous just in asking about it that Izaya felt confident that it hadn't been the latter-or at least that he hadn't seen anything that had been unmistakable. That 'trick' of Harrington's might have been just that in the end,
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There came no belittlement for the question, and a wash of gratitude fell through him. Mikado nodded. "I had a discussion with someone." When Izaya continued, Mikado found nothing to doubt. In fact, it lined up with some of what had been spoken. Again, the boy nodded in understanding. "They discussed it like it was something common to them, and even that it's used as an energy source instead of electricity. They didn't seem to really know what electricity was." Mikado had actually briefly explained it, but he didn't need to go into that.
The other subject was a bit more questionable, by any rate, and he frowned in contemplation. "Other worlds like.... Completely different realities, I think. Maybe planets.... But it seemed more like...." He paused, then looked up, suddenly seemingly confident in his thoughts. "A different reality from ours," he said firmly.
The information Mikado had shared through his confirmations and clarifications wasn't much, but it was enough for Izaya to consider it worth having shared. That there was someone here who didn't know of electricity wasn't surprising given what he'd heard about time periods, but to consider 'magic' as an energy source in its place? Intriguing.
"Ah... Well, if it's about 'different realities', I can't quite say that I know much about the subject. Alternate realities are sometimes appear in fiction; when it comes to the 'real world', their existence has never been proved... But their existence has never been disproved, either. If someone here is claiming to come from somewhere that isn't the world as we know it, at any point in history, then naturally they're either telling the truth... or truly mad. It's just a question of which
( ... )
What Izaya said was the same as Mikado's own deductions. It was either truth or insanity, and what Mikado had thought was.... "I don't think he was insane," he offered, after a beat of thought. "There was rationalizations behind what he said, and he was revealing too much for it to have been completely planned." Unless that kind of madness took over his entire personality? But Mikado honestly hadn't gotten that kind of impression from the man
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Izaya's expression turned to one that was almost pitying at Mikado's conclusion that his friend was sane, but he said nothing on the subject. That the man spoken lucidly and rationally didn't necessarily mean he was speaking as his true self-he'd seen that well enough just recently in Castiel's brief bout of misplaced identity (and as Venkman had so eloquently pointed out, the deluded rarely ever acknowledged that they were so). Or, the man's state of mind aside, it was also possible that the he had been knowingly leading Mikado on-that rather than forgetting himself, he could have been sharing fantasies of his own choosing. As it was, Izaya couldn't determine what kind of a person he was simply from a few small slivers of secondhand information, but the fact remained that there were more types of humans in the world than only the honest ones.
He nodded when Mikado gave the name: Tolten. Izaya noted it, already planning to seek the man out in the near future-not today, as the afternoon was wearing on and it was unlikely he had
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A card, it seemed. Homemade, it seemed. For him, he'd said.
"Thank you..." he said, reaching out to accept the card. Izaya's lips curled into a smile, not because of Mikado's offering that he was now looking over ('thank you', it read) but because of the fact that Mikado had also asked for his opinion.
He looked away from the card back up to Mikado's face. "Are you troubled about something? If my opinion will help"-or even if it would harm-"then I'll gladly give it."
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"Ah," he said softly, tucking the thank-you card into the journal and closing it. "You've heard people talking about magic, I take it? Or have you seen it for yourself?"
Mikado was acting so nervous just in asking about it that Izaya felt confident that it hadn't been the latter-or at least that he hadn't seen anything that had been unmistakable. That 'trick' of Harrington's might have been just that in the end, ( ... )
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The other subject was a bit more questionable, by any rate, and he frowned in contemplation. "Other worlds like.... Completely different realities, I think. Maybe planets.... But it seemed more like...." He paused, then looked up, suddenly seemingly confident in his thoughts. "A different reality from ours," he said firmly.
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"Ah... Well, if it's about 'different realities', I can't quite say that I know much about the subject. Alternate realities are sometimes appear in fiction; when it comes to the 'real world', their existence has never been proved... But their existence has never been disproved, either. If someone here is claiming to come from somewhere that isn't the world as we know it, at any point in history, then naturally they're either telling the truth... or truly mad. It's just a question of which ( ... )
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He nodded when Mikado gave the name: Tolten. Izaya noted it, already planning to seek the man out in the near future-not today, as the afternoon was wearing on and it was unlikely he had ( ... )
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