Vatheon, prepare to be destroyed. No, really- watch out.
Characters: Orihara Izaya vs. the World (...Vatheon)
Location: The Plaza
Time: Night
Style: Action, action, action!
Status: Open for business.
[That had been one hell of a punch. That black Russian was seriously going to give him a lot of free ootoro in payment for the bruise Izaya now had around his eye. Ah but wait- what do we have here...?]Ah ( Read more... )
Location: The Plaza
Time: Night
Style: Action, action, action!
Status: Open for business.
[That had been one hell of a punch. That black Russian was seriously going to give him a lot of free ootoro in payment for the bruise Izaya now had around his eye. Ah but wait- what do we have here...?]Ah ( Read more... )
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[He lifts his staff, and casts Repth. The light healing spell settles over Izaya.]
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[Why, he is miraculously~ feeling better. This really must be heaven. He removes his hands and stares for the longest, longest time ever at the other. Then starts to laugh- no really, laugh.
Ahahahahahahah! Hahahah he he he HA.
[Give him a moment. Oh look, he seems to be done. The informant sits up, clenching his sides from the laughter. Still a little dizzy, but hey, he'll deal. He looks up at the other, smirk present.]
Did I get punched back to Halloween or what? Eh- wait a second..
[Face grows serious.]
What are you exactly?
[This still might be heaven, after all!]
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This isn't heaven. It's a place called Vatheon, and it takes people from all kinds of worlds. As far as I know, I'm a human. I'm just a Wavemaster - a spellcaster, basically.
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[Izaya stares around intently, trying to take in the surroundings. How particular. He looks up. He may not seem to be paying much attention, but don't worry, he's soaking in this information with complete interest.]
A spellcaster? How fascinating..I apologize for laughing- you startled me. I've got to say though, 'humans' from where I come from aren't normally capable of that kinda stuff.
[He points first at the staff that Tsukasa had used and then he starts to stand up. He sways only a little but quickly composes himself. He walks closer to Tsukasa, smirking even wider.]
Didn't get a name from you. I'm Orihara Izaya [His hand goes to his chest and then he bows.]
It's such a pleasure~ to meet you.
[He straightens up, and he might just be looking at Tsukasa like he just landed himself a delicious dessert.]
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And heard something horrible. Not to mention there had been a sudden stench in the air. He knew it and he didn't want to believe it. The first thing he did was make a beeline directly to the Plaza. And with him came an enormous light post in the process. He was laying down so that would make him an easy target. Correct?
Usually he wouldn't give Izaya the chance but that would change if the flea gave even the smallest movement. Approaching even closer, his eyes narrowed as he used his free hand to push up his pair of sunglasses.]
Izayaaaaa-kun.
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Ah, but he did hear his name. That was his name, right? He slides his parts his fingers just barely and all he can really see is a head of blonde hair and something huge obstructed around the figure. Normally, he would be much more aware, much more on his game, but he is rather disoriented at the moment.]
Has an angel come to take me to the after life? How gracious. I wonder- is existence there as primal and satisfactory as it had been?
[He's covered his eyes again by now. And no, he hasn't realized who he is talking to just yet. He sits up very slowly, a hand pressed against his bad eye. He opens up his good eye and that's when his vision clears enough to see..]
Ah, Shizu-chan!! This most certainly cannot be heaven if you're here. No, only a monster such as yourself would be dragged down into hell after death. But the only question is...what in the world could've possibly ( ... )
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It was heaven until you came and ruined everything. [Shizuo had really enjoyed it here. There was no worry, no one was judging him.. But now Izaya had tainted what he called heaven and that was even more unforgiveable than anything thus far.
It was perfect until the flea sprang his way in the world.]
You're not dead, and it's a shame. But it still gives me the chance to beat the hell out of you. Doesn't it?! [His lips turned into an almost crazed grin. One Izaya was quite familiar with.]
I'll give you the chance to get the hell out of this place before I break your head open.
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So is this where you had disappeared to? Boy, Shizu-chan, you really had me worried~!
[Cue a mock pout and concerned face. Oh yeah, Izaya was so concerned. See; happy as hell to not have seen the monster's face for a long time.]
That depends, are you still as slow in this world as you were in Ikebukuro? [He spreads his arms open in a challenge, tilting his knife out and holding it threateningly in the direction of Shizuo. Then he withdraws his knife and starts to laugh- really laugh]
What's this? Shizu-chan is letting me go? Nya~!
[He skips directly up to Shizuo, swinging his arms by his sides. He shoves his hands into his pockets, closing his blade in the process. Izaya's still not afraid of Shizuo. Hell, he's still amused by his rage as ever. Instead, he gets right up in his face.]
You honestly think that you could've existed in a world without me? You really think that I wouldn't hunt you down and euthanize you like the beast you are? Someone has to destroy you ( ... )
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Maybe someone from his universe, for pete's sake. This is getting ridic--
Oh! Stirred up in his own private thoughts, he barely notices Izaya laying there. Hilbert to the rescue! He quickly runs over, squatting and giving the newcomer a careful look.] Hey, you alive?
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No. I've been rotting in the ground for three days because my sisters were too inconsiderate to refuse to cremate me as my will had clearly stated.
[He removes his hand and smirks weakly at this new stranger.]
Hehe, hello there. Who are you working for?
[Watch out!~ Izaya moves fast and ruthless, and he's already grabbed Hilbert by the color of his shirt to yank him nice and close. Hi there.]
Because let me tell you, it isn't wise to mess with Orihara Izaya. As a matter of fact, it is perhaps the last thing you'll ever do.
[Where did that flick blade come from? Doesn't matter, he's about to hold it against Hilbert's neck. Oh yeah, did I mention he's still smirking?]
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Hilbert already constructed his first response: "What?" Very smart and basic--
W-wait. Okay, now the question? He doesn't quite understa--
WHOA. WHOA. WHOA. Hilbert is definitely falling behind at this point. He barely even breathed and he's put in this position. He was never been threatened before... especially with something sharp... but hey, his only reaction is to bite his lower lip and think of something intelligent to say:]
Dude, what are you talking about?
[Seriously. This is what he gets for trying to help people?]
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Hilbert has saved his own sorry ass.
Izaya snaps back in his blade and instantly offers a wide smile- like he had never been threatening Hilbert at all! Of course he hadn't! What's a knife?]
Ah! Never mind! Sorry about that, I'm from a dangerous~ area and a man like myself has to be on the defense at times.
[Oh no, you've made him look sad. He seems to be genuinely apologetic though.]
I didn't scare you, did I? My apologies.
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What seems to be the trouble?
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He reluctantly removes his hand from his face, peering up at the stranger peering back down at him.
He smirks.]
Trouble, ne? Who said anything about trouble?
[He's on his feet in a matter of seconds, crouched down though, his elbows rested on his knees as he stares up at the other man. Sure, he's about to topple over but he steadies himself by putting a hand down on the ground. He leers at the man]
I've come to the safe conclusion that this, unfortunately, is not heaven. It appears as though I have not been been delivered to Valhalla. So, if you would be so sweet~ as to tell me where I am? Maybe?
[He tries to stand up, but the head rush has him crouching down yet again. He doesn't like being a little incapable.]
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[ And the doctor sighs, crouching back down. Placing a hand on the other man's head and trying to feel for any concussions, he continues to watch him with a measure of curiosity. ]
How are you feeling? It's quite evident from the state that you're in that you're hardly in any condition to get up so quickly. I am Kazutaka Muraki, one of the city's resident doctors.
I can take you to the clinic if you so desire.
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Ah, a doctor. Izaya visibly relaxes and slouches a bit as he sits entirely on his knees. Much better~.]
Like I just got punched in the face, heh. I guess you're right. Funny, normally I don't get that affected by being smashed around in the head..Must've been the little travel here.
[Wherever here was. He didn't seem to care too much.]
Nah, I'm fine. I'm just a little scuffed up is all. But hey, you're the doctor. What's your diagnosis? Do I warrant your expertise~ care?
[Have a smirk. He looks down and finally notices that he seems to be rather wet.]
Ah..look at that. Either you have magic hands~ or I fell into a pool at some point. Nyaaa~ my jacket's going to take forever to dry...
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But it's not that strange either, all things considered. Hands tucked into his pockets, Minato walks over to one of the stalls that carries towels right near there (the natives were so used to this by now) and brings it over to Izaya.
A pause. He holds it out, blinking down at the other placidly.]
Here. Are you alright?
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Okay, Izaya doesn't smile. He smirks.]
I'm just wonderful. I was taking the most lovely stroll when- ah, thank you~!
[It was only then that Izaya really registered how soaked-to-the-bone he was. How irritable. It would take forever for his jacket to dry...
He gets up onto his feet but remains mostly squatting. He grabs the towel from the other boy and begins to rub it against his head. His eyes remain steady on the other. Well, of course he's suspicious.]
I gotta say, I didn't think my heaven would be full of school boys, hnn~ but it's a nice surprise! Who knew God was so perverted~! Heheheh
Not that I don't appreciate it or anything. Although it would've been better if you were blonde...Oh well! Not even God's kingdom can be perfect I suppose.
[He's standing up now, albeit a little wobbly, but steady for the most part. He leaves the towel on his head for now, smirking ( ... )
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Certainly not normal. Still, he listens quietly, and his expression is flat and quiet even as Izaya finishes.
...It's always the hair, isn't it?]
I'm sorry that I'm not blond.
[Most important thing first and taken care of, he moves on to the mundane details.]
Fortunately, you probably aren't dead. This is Vatheon--it isn't heaven, but rather another world.
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His eyes are a little wide, but for only a fraction of a second before he's sliding his hands into his pockets and shrugging a bit too much than is actually necessary.]
Who said anything about blonds?
[He's turned his back on the boy now, observing 'Vatheon' as he called it. How interesting...]
Probably, eh? Mmm let's see...I seem to be alive.
[He's checking his pulse. Turning around, he approaches the boy yet again, getting directly in his face. No, really, right in his face.]
Who are you then, huh?
[He's dropped the towel by now but what difference does it make? He's soaked and one towel isn't going to do much about that. He withdraws from the boy but stays close enough.]
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