Making Mischief

[sandnsky]

Who: Daisya Barry and anyone else!

What: Trying to find a cure for boredom.

Where: Out in the back yard somewhere- he's avoiding the housekeeper still.

When: Mid-afternoon, around 3pm.

Rating and Warnings: PG-13? He swears sometimes.

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[mental_treason]

Kazuma had had a rough night, so he felt no qualms about sleeping late. When he finally did drag himself out of bed, it was well into the afternoon. After getting dressed, he headed down to the kitchen to scrounge something to eat. He wasn't quite sure what he'd done to make the housekeeper hate him on sight, but rather than spend too much time at the mercy of her evil-eye, he quickly slapped together a sandwich and headed outside. Since it seemed like he'd be stuck here for awhile, he might as well take a look around; see the sights, ride the rides, and all that.

He made it as far as the back yard. Upon seeing another one of the house's inhabitants--or at least, he assumed he was since the stranger was on the grounds--he paused for a moment. So far, the others he'd met here had been a mixed bag; some were okay, some were jackasses. He didn't really feel like dealing with another one of the latter sort at the moment. But just in case this guy wasn't an asshole, he supposed he could at least say hello

[sandnsky]

Daisya looked up at the voice and lifted a hand to wave at the newcomer. "Hey," he greeted. "Me? No, I've been here... uh, a long damn time now. Few weeks. I was one of th' first." It was a bit disconcerting, how used to this place he was starting to become... his talk with Taylor had helped a lot with that, and his friendship with George was rapidly becoming something he counted on to get him through the day. "Name's Daisya Barry... 'm an Exorcist, if you've already ran into someone who told you what that was- prob'ly from my world."

[mental_treason]

"Weeks, huh? Oh man..." There was good news... It was beginning to sound like he really would be here indefinitely. Not the happiest of thoughts. At least the guy wasn't acting like a dick. Yet. That was something.

"Daisya..." He repeated the name as if committing it to memory--although whether or not it would actually stick was anyone's guess. "I'm Kazuma, and...uh...no, didn't really get around to swapping job information with anybody last night."

After a moment, he sat down on the ground, taking a bit of his sandwich and chewing thoughtfully. "An Exorcist, huh? Like those guys in that movie? Casting out demons and all that sorta shit?"

[sandnsky]

"Kazuma, got it," Daisya replied with a slow nod. He didn't usually make a habit of being a jerk- Daisya was much more laid-back than the majority of his comrades, it seemed like, though he still didn't know Allen or Link well- at all, really. "Demons, yeah, somethin' like that." He didn't really want to go into the whole thing at the moment, so he just left it at that.

"So y'just got here, huh? Bet you're dyin' t'have some questions answered," he pointed out. "I'll help t'answer them if y'want."

[cabalisticangel]

The young woman was pretty sure that she had already spoken to this person before, though at this point she had lost track of everyone she had met in the last few days, especially the ones for whom she only knew voices, not faces.

So her expression was a little curious as she tiptoed barefoot across the grass, still dressed in a ball gown rather than normal clothing. She hunched down rather than sitting, holding onto her own knees and settling her chin on her arms, her balance perfect as she crouched there.

"... it's nice out here, isn't it?"

[sandnsky]

Daisya looked at the girl and smiled, nodding and looking back up at the sky. "Yeah, 's great," he replied. He recognized her voice and expected that crazy young man who'd interrupted them to come running out any second, in which case he'd probably hop up and find somewhere else to relax. If it was just her, though... well, that'd be fine, he figured. She was younger than him anyway, so it wasn't like talking to her was weird or anything. It was kind of like talking to his little sister, he imagined- or would have been if he'd stayed home.

[cabalisticangel]

She smiled widely at his response, and the fact that he seemed quite willing to talk to her. After all, she very much wanted to make friends here, even if so many people seemed very strange to her, and in some cases, pretty intimidating.

"It must get pretty boring, being cooped up here, doesn't it? I just got here, but it just seems... a little dreary."

[sandnsky]

Boring was Daisya's least favorite thing ever- in fact, he felt rather like he was going stir-crazy inside. "It's very borin'," he replied with a nod. "That's prob'ly my least favorite thing... bein' bored." The voice is starting to come to him now, and he pushes himself up onto his arm to look at her. "Oh, you're th' girl I was talkin' to on th' phone... Ada, right?"

Laaaaaate thread start is late orz

[kandescence]

It was nearing evening when Kanda stepped out of the house intending to have a solitary walk around the grounds in the late afternoon sun.

He'd felt strangely out of sorts since his conversation with Allen two days before, like his equilibrium had been knocked off balance by the news of events in their world, and he'd yet to regain his center of gravity.

Momentum had to be the key, the swordsman figured. The thing that would set him right again, like a gyroscope that can manage to keep upright so long as its spin continued at speed. Keep moving. Don't think.

Don't think of Alma.

Don't think of the Order or what they've done. What they did then. ...Or now.

Don't think of Allen. Or the memories he saw. Or the past he now knew.

Don't think of the words he spoke. The look on his face as he said them--.

Don't think of what he is.

The truth was, Kanda hadn't been thinking of Daisya in particular any more than he'd been thinking about his confrontation with George the other day. There was too much that he was preoccupied with

No worries~ I'm just getting caught up ._.

[sandnsky]

Daisya knew from the long years of being an Exorcist that he was being watched. Further exploration into the sensation of eyes on him led him to believe that whoever it was wasn't someone who intended him harm- if they did, they'd get a nasty surprise anyway, so Daisya chose not to worry.

Instead he shifted a little, yawning and stretching, before resuming his devil-may-care pose. "Y'may as well come out," he said, his voice a lazy drawl. "I know you're there, an' if you're gonna be starin' at somethin' there's a lot better things t'look at than my ugly face."

Annnd I am behind on everything (still; again) ;;

[kandescence]

Kanda would have liked to feel irritated or peevish at the implication he was hiding. But he couldn't. It was just so...Daisya to say something like that without even bothering to look at who was there.

But of course now that he had been called to, there was nothing for Kanda to do but approach, and he did, stepping closer until his long late afternoon shadow fell on the spot where Daisya lay. Kanda himself was still several feet away, but he stopped there and spoke. "As if I'd come out here for that. You're in my way," but he said it without any ire. The complaint was almost obligatory from Kanda, even though he had no reason to be angry with Daisya in particular.

/super late X____X

[sandnsky]

Daisya rolled his eyes. "In your way in th' middle of this giant yard? Your excuses suck. ... but since you're here y'may as well stay awhile." He didn't particularly want to discuss anything that had happened at home, he found- it made his stomach feel odd, and to be perfectly honest it pissed him off that everyone had already decided his fate without asking him what he thought of it.

... though death rarely did ask, really.

Still, Daisya continued laying on his back, breathing and generally being alive, staring up at the sky and waiting to see what Kanda would do. He was more or less used to the man's moods, and if he was in one, Daisya figured he'd just walk off to do whatever it is that he did to cool off.

The elephant gets to wait.