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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?]

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[Jacob takes the hug in stride, smiling down amiably at Izaya as he speaks.]

I'm alright. I haven't seen you in a while...you have been keeping yourself well, correct?

....Well enough.

[He doesn't let go because Jacob. Not to mention...Reasons.]

I was in a coma for around two weeks, I think. I just woke up. Unfortunately but fortunately.

[Finally he lets go. But it's pretty reluctant.]

Jacob, walk with me?

[Since it's been so long. He'll just take your hand because you clearly have no choice in this. He's just going to start walking along with Jacob, keeping close as ever.]

Coma? How awful. You don't remember anything, do you?

[He stares down at the hand holding but doesn't complain or comment on it- he just gives a slight shrug of his shoulders and walks along with Izaya, his smile ever so omnipresent.]

We had some very interesting events occur last week...

Not particularly. I had a few dreams but otherwise...

[He shakes his head. Nothing.

...Yeah, you'll just have to deal with that. Anyway, he's pretty comfortable with Jacob by now and random touching. He feels particularly in the mood tonight for it so good luck getting out of it.]

So I've heard.

[And experienced but that's neither here nor there.]

Was Jacob affected directly by the curse or did you just have some unique experiences?

I hope they were good dreams.

[The side of his mouth twitches slightly upward, as if he's amused by a recent memory.]

You could say that. [And he looks over at Izaya.] Would you believe me if I told you I was the god of the dead for a week?

Some of them were.

[He mimics Jacob's slight smile. How can he not?]

I would believe you. Jacob! That sounds pretty cool. I'm almost jealous.

[He looks terribly amused now. Jacob really did not strike him as Death God material but hey. A curse was a curse was a curse.]

Did you kill anyone~?

[Though his smile stays the same, his eyes darken ever so slightly. Jacob is more of a death god than you think, Izaya.]

No, I didn't do that. I was Osiris, actually, and he was the god of the dead that judged souls after they died. The Egyptians actually considered him a very kindly god, different than most culture's interpretations of death.

[Scaaaaaaaaaaaary.]

So you passed judgement. That's even better, I think. It's a pretty crucial role in the death process. I always wonder what my judgement would be. Do you think I'd be made to suffer, Jacob?

[It's an honest question and his gaze remains even as he looks up at Jacob for the answer.]

Of course it is. Who gets to go to the Elysian Fields or heaven, and who gets to have their soul tormented for all eternity?

You? [He stares back, blue eyes never leaving Jacob's face.]

It depends. Are you planning on answering for all your actions, no matter what form those answers may take?

Mmm? Answering for all my actions?

[He tilts his head at that. He's stopped walking by now.]

What do you mean?

[He just tilts his head slightly at Izaya.]

You must recognize what you have done right and wrong in your life.

And you must tell the truth to yourself as well.

Oh, is that all?

[He chuckles pleasantly and leans towards Jacob.]

I do that anyway. I have no regrets. I acknowledge everything that I've ever done. I know the bad things that I've done and I know the good things.

[He leans back and sighs.]

And I'm perfectly fine with both.

That's good. Not many people can say that.

[And he glances away from Izaya for a split second to look up at that strange blue sky that was not a sky, but an entire ocean above their heads.]

Some people live in fantasies that they're really good people. Or really bad people. And they don't realize the honest truth until it is too late.

[He's quiet for a long time. He's just watching Jacob. But then he also looks up at the false sky and his expression is completely blank.

It's not on purpose though. Orihara Izaya is truly this. A rather blank slate of something that's barely ordinary human emotion.]

I live in a lot of fantasies. But that's not one of them. It's difficult to observe people wholly if you can't even observe yourself entirely. That sounds sentimental, but it's really not. When you're someone like me, you have to face some facts.

[Then there's a curve of a smile. One that never does reach his eyes.]

And I'm not a very good person. I have my moments though.

[He looks at Jacob again.]

But you already know that, don't you. Where do you think you'd end up?

That is true. To judge others, you have to judge yourself just as much, if not more.

[He stares back at Izaya, and once again, it's evident that though his face is almost youthful and cherubic in nature, his blue eyes are incredibly ancient. One wonders if they might have seen the pyramids being built.]

I'm not a very good person, either.

[He's silent for a good while at Izaya's question, and when he answers, there's just the slightest hint of sadness in his voice.]

I don't think I would end up anywhere. Sometimes, people are not so lucky when they eventually pass away. They stay forever in one place, never moving on, but never returning to life, either.

[Based on what his brother told him about the people he saw that were supposed to be dead on the island, Jacob is sure that one of these days, he will be exactly like them. Just a whisper in the wind.]

[Izaya reaches up to touch a finger at the very side of Jacob's old eyes and there's a certain admiration on his face as he slides his hand down against Jacob's cheek before he merely holds his face.]

I always wonder what actually defines someone as a good person. If I had anything to say about it, I'd say you were on the good side.

[He smiles kindly at that because he does mean it. But his smile fades quickly.]

Anywhere? [His hand falls and he looks something unnerved.] Like a ghost? Or just a state of existing in a realm of something that feels like it lacks existence?

Really?

[He does look somewhat touched by that, but it's hard to tell when his face is one that hasn't shown strong emotion in over ten years.]

I guess like a ghost. But also like a state of existing that isn't living or dead. Just there.

Mmm!

[He's not one to be nice to just fuc-

Oh wait, yes he is. But this time he really does mean it.]

That's not so bad. I wouldn't mind that. I think that as long as I could still be aware of myself in some way, that I'd be happy. I don't really care about suffering for eternity. I just want to exist. The idea of ceasing existence is scarier than anything else.

[He sounds slightly intrigued by that statement.]

Is it? You wouldn't be tired after existing for such a long period of time? Wouldn't want to make it all and?

It is.

[He contemplates that but then shakes his head.]

No. I wouldn't be. I'd spend all those years reading, observing, seeing the world change and evolve and be destroyed. There's a lot to do in immortality- if only you know how to handle it.

I strive for immortality, Jacob. Death is scary and at the same time -it's an embrace. In a way, Vatheon's a heaven for me. I can't die here.

[The man stares at Izaya for a while, blue eyes almost poring into him, as if digging for things he knows he can reach. And then Jacob does something a bit unexpected.]

[He lets out a small laugh.]

[It isn't a normal laugh, more like an sharp exhalation of air than anything else. But it is a laugh. Whether it is an amused one or a laugh to hide one's sadness is hard to tell- Jacob's expression doesn't change, but the key to it may lie in his eyes, which look slightly full of pity suddenly.]

It sounds good to you...doesn't it? Immortality. Living forever. Never having to worry about the dangers lurking ahead. Knowing without a fact that you'll see people come and go, live and die, while you remain motionless at the edge of time.

[A pause.] I can imagine that people who are immortal are the loneliest of them all, though. Could you live with that, Izaya? Being forever alone?

[He hates that pitying look. But he doesn't show a single expression that suggests such. Instead, he merely stare coolly at Jacob. He can pity him all he wants but Izaya knows himself better than anyone else. Even Jacob.

Or so he likes to think anyway.]

Yes. It does.

[It's a firm stance. He's spent a long, long time thinking about this.

It's Izaya's turn to laugh. He hugs an arm around his waist and nearly falls over laughing. Finally, he stops and just smiles at Jacob, his expression gleefully optimistic.]

I'm already alone, Jacob. I've been alone for my whole life. I don't have friends. My family is estranged.

[It's not said in a sad or a pathetic way. It's sad as a matter of fact because it simply is.]

I'm used to being separated from society. I never really get lonely.

So yes, Jacob. I could live with that just fine.

[But then Shizuo's face flashes in his mind and his smile fades. For a moment, he wonders--- but no. That's not important. Izaya's pretty convinced that that won't be very...existent. He was a creature born out of loneliness and he would exist as one forever.

Yes. Izaya was convinced of this. Regardless of his newly obtained...lover.]

So, immortality is something you want beyond anything else, is it? Beyond people, beyond society, beyond friends and family. A person detached from everything. You do seem like a good candidate for a power like that...most people would react with extreme emotion after a while.

[He tilts his head slightly at the faded smile, eyes narrowed in curiosity.]

But there's something else, isn't there? There always is. Are you absolutely sure, Izaya, that you would throw away everything for a chance to live forever?

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