Merman Walter and anyone
Where: Island (beach)
[Walter is seated at the edge of shore and damp from waist to toe. Under normal circumstances, he would've been out of the beach by now, but one thing is keeping him from returning to the city. That thing is a jellyfish, who's found a new home.
On Walter's leg. More precisely, his left boot. Somehow.
Despite the frustration welling up in him, Walter doesn't tear the sea creature off of him. He submerges that part of his leg underwater and picks almost gently at the tentacles with his bare fingers. In the eyes of others he may run the risk of being stung, but he doesn't fear such an event.
This is going to be a long afternoon.]
Who: Cielo and whoever else is out in this weather
Where: The island! On the beach!
Style: Whichever [suits you]
[Cielo didn't know it was raining when he went up to the island, but once the doors to the elevator open, all he does is look up for a moment and then step out into it. It's the first time he's seen rain in Vatheon - the bubble's weather is mostly the same and every other time he's been on the island, it's been bright and sunny.
He loves that bright and sunny weather of course, but rain brings back memories. Memories of the Junkyard. Cielo has no love for the world he comes from, but the rain is soothing all the same. If he were to be honest, sometimes he did miss the sound of falling droplets.
The beach looks really different like this. It's not bad. Just...different. He had originally come up to fly and swim, and that was what he was going to do. He gets right into the water and swims for a while, eventually returning to the beach where he sits down and takes a break, looking out at the ocean.
In the rain.]
Characters: Orihara Izaya and the world of Vatheon
Location: Most likely in the Plaza, but anywhere really.
Time: Monday evening
Style: Action or prose.
Status: Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide open
[This might be considered a warning sign for mental instability but if anyone actually knew Izaya, it wouldn't be that shocking. It's still a pretty interesting sight regardless.
Izaya is pacing back and forth. Between one street lamp and to the next. He's walking in a quick, even line back and forth, back and forth. He stops at each street lamp and occasionally pulls out his starfish communicator but only to put it back away and continue pacing. If anyone had been watching for a while now, they might've known that he's been doing this for a good twenty or maybe even thirty minutes.
He's muttering to himself too. Even better. Oh but the slightly worse part is the flick blade he continuously snaps open and shut in his other hand- of which is clicking loudly over his ramblings. He doesn't look upset. Actually, he looks kinda of energetic and excited.
Go and interrupt his thinking time?]
Who: Shinra and you!
When: 2/6, any time
Where: the forest
Style: action/prose/baby you can have whatever you like
[Shinra is not Shinra.
Shinra doesn't have a powerful feline body, complete with tan hide and immense paws. Shinra doesn't have his familiar human head attached to said feline body.
Shinra is not a sphinx.
Just a dream. Just a bizarre dream. This is biologically impossible. You must have fallen asleep somewhere, and now you're dreaming about things that don't exist. Wake up. Come on. Wake up!
Well, could be worse -- at least he knows some good riddles. He pads across a narrow game trail, slender tail swishing with irritation.]
This place is really, truly, batshit insane...
[Test your luck if you dare, he won't bite!