Orihara Izaya (
kingwithnocrown) wrote in
vatheon2012-03-09 09:08 pm
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Who: Izaya and whoever wants to interact
Where: Plaza. Probably near the elevator.
When: Evening about.
Style: Action. Because.
Status: Open
[It's not that unusual to see Izaya looking happy. It's just unusual to see him lugging so much shit with him. Okay, it's not a lot, but by his standard- it's too much.
There's a telescope slung around his shoulder, a blanket under the other arm, and then a basket filled with who knows what, probably heads of dullahans or something, in his spare hand.
He's peering up at the bubble as he makes his way towards the elevator.
When. Oh no. A book that had been crammed into the top of the basket topples out. The tragedy.
But look.
Izaya keeps walking. Wow, his attention must be elsewhere pretty intense. And what is that book anyway? It looks weird. Are those instructions on human sacrifice------!!!
Actually it's just a fairy tale. But who can read kanji anyway? Aw look at the fairies-]
Where: Plaza. Probably near the elevator.
When: Evening about.
Style: Action. Because.
Status: Open
[It's not that unusual to see Izaya looking happy. It's just unusual to see him lugging so much shit with him. Okay, it's not a lot, but by his standard- it's too much.
There's a telescope slung around his shoulder, a blanket under the other arm, and then a basket filled with who knows what, probably heads of dullahans or something, in his spare hand.
He's peering up at the bubble as he makes his way towards the elevator.
When. Oh no. A book that had been crammed into the top of the basket topples out. The tragedy.
But look.
Izaya keeps walking. Wow, his attention must be elsewhere pretty intense. And what is that book anyway? It looks weird. Are those instructions on human sacrifice------!!!
Actually it's just a fairy tale. But who can read kanji anyway? Aw look at the fairies-]

Because they have the best CR and I'm fashionably late
I assume this is yours, da?
Fuck yeah they do
But you know, he's in his own world of wherever. So when the man is suddenly towering near him, Izaya comes to an instant halt and looks up, a curious look on his face.]
Ehhhh?
[Oh. The book. His eyes light up at once and he smiles.]
Oh! Heavy, thank you. [And taking the book back from him.] I would have been- ne? Are you going fishing?
Only the best for these classy men
[In response to the question, he nods.]
Da. Comrade long time ago thought me how to fish. Not much else to, with teammates busy, so might as well start again.
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[He's grateful regardless, putting the book away.]
I don't think I've ever been fishing, now that I think about it. I lived in a city and my parents were never really around to teach me that kinda thing. Is it fun?
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Neither had I, Russia was always too cold and family was not fishermen.
[Not to mention his dad didn't teach him it either, thanks to being dead.]
Eh, is okay. Teaches you patience and feel accomplished when catch one.
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[Sympathetic frown. Because. Izaya knows about dangerous people. Since he's such a victim and everything.]
Ahh, Russia? I can speak a little Russian. Not very well but I got the gist of it down.
[Oh well that's you know. Inconvenient. Damn those deceased parental figures.]
You should teach me sometime. I think I'd like tha- oh! Heavy. Since we're both going up to the island....Maybe we could go together?
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[Totally a victim, Izaya is such a good boy.]
Really? [Heavy looks a bit shocked, then impressed.] Could help fill in gap, if want.
[Because who better to teach you Russian than a Russian.]
Sure, I could teach. And da, would not mind going up together.