vatheon | Roommate search

Roommate search

Who: Orihara Izaya and all residents of Vatheon
Where: Izaya's penthouse or on your character's SFC
When: All throughout the day
Style: Action, prose, video, audio, text- up to you.

[It's around morning when all SFCs in Vatheon get the following text message:]

Hello Vatheon residents. My name's Orihara Izaya~. I'm a resident in Larmline Apartments and I live in the penthouse at the top. If any of you know anything about the penthouse, you'd know that it has four bedrooms.

I, unfortunately, am only one man.

So-oh! I'm looking for a roomie~!!!

But of course since you'll be living me I won't be accepting just annnnyone.

If you're interested, please respond~! Or stop by and I can interview you or something to see if we're a good fit! I might take on two roommates if there's just too many perfect people for me to decide between.

Bye bye bii!! ☆

[Now, it's up to your character whether or not they want to stop by in person or call Izaya back on the offer. We can always go from SFC communication to action. Any way works for me.]

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[ Well, he'd thought about sending a voice message but decided against it. However, Izaya would probably get a call that was quickly closed the minute he picked up. If he didn't pick up, it'd stop after one beep... er... ring.

But the name would be there.]

[ However, half a second later, he'd get this text instead. ]

Hey. About that room.

Uwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!

Is Laharl interested in rooming with me :3 NYA IS THAT WHY YOU CALLED AND HUNG UP?

I never knew you were so shy~*

[Yes he really does text like this damn it.]

Edited 2012-01-07 04:29 (UTC)

[Ion considers his options carefully before deciding to visit Izaya. He doesn't have that many of them, really. He loves Anise, so staying alone with her wouldn't be appropriate (not to mention the fact that looking at him makes her cry). He's friendly with Guy, but Guy is from his past and he has no idea what implications that might hold. Besides, Izaya had seemed nice enough, though the way he stayed off the camera for so long was a little weird.

He picks up a small gift at the bakery to be polite and knocks on Izaya's door.]

Shut up.

Kinda forgot which one my last apartment was so I kinda need my space. Got room for one more?

[ Oh Harlie, why do you keep yelling at text messages? ]

[Now Izaya really didn't plan on having any takers. At least from people he knew. So he's pretty much been sitting at his desk, bunny slippers on feet and chess board in front of him in probably the most unusual game anyone's ever seen.

His finger's tipping the white king back and forth and he looks utterly bored. That's of course when the knock comes and he lets the king fall over- a look of surprise on his face.

Which of course morphs into delight as he all but prances over to the door, swinging it open.]

Ahh! Ion!

[Big smile for the stranger.]

Welcome to my humble abode~. Please come in.

[....This takes forever to get through.]

That depends on if you can be a good enough roomie

Stop by so I can interview you

See you soon &heart;

Thank you for inviting me.

[The fonmaster steps inside, leaving his shoes neatly at the door. Ion holds out the box from the bakery, looking a little shy.]

I don't know what your tastes are and I suppose it's a little silly since everything is free here in Vatheon, but... I brought you this.

[ Dude, what's with the heart? ]

Fine.
Gimme five minutes.

[ Yeah, he'll be there in give or take five minutes maybe. ]

Thanks for coming. I didn't think anyone would.

[Izaya....stares. For a moment. Is that for him? He blinks.

Well.

He takes the box and then smiles. Almost gently.]

Thank you...Money's never held any value to me anyway so that's just fine. You thought of it so that makes it even more special.

[He bows partially over the box before he wanders into his own apartment- which is absolutely immaculate. Of course.]

Thanks, by the way, for taking your shoes off. You already have some points going for you, Ion, but you have the easy ones. Please. Sit. Make yourself comfortable.

[He gestures to a chair that he had placed in front of his desk and took a seat behind it. He sets the box down and opens it up to peek in at what Ion had gotten him.]

[He forgets that he's not a woman when texting. That's all. Haven't you ever gone through that....?]

Kay. Just come in.

[And Izaya will be waiting at his desk, playing his dumb little game of nonsensical chess.]

[ well, that's what you get for being a lady online.

And he does pretty much let himself in when he gets there, glancing around slightly. ]

Totally see why you need the roommates. Why'd you grab such a huge apartment anyway?

[ And yes, he's totally got that ring hanging under his scarf, over his chest. No biggie. ]

[Ion obviously thought it out, getting a box of variety pastries and making it obvious which flavor was which. He knew that some people didn't like sweets, so he'd chosen all sorts in the hopes that at least one would be appealing. Following Izaya's lead, he sits down in the chair in front of the desk and tilts his head.]

Ahh, points? I'm not sure I understand what you mean. I hope you can find something you like in there, though!

[This was certainly strange. An interview to stay somewhere. It made sense, though - who's to say that they would get along? They'd only be able to tell by meeting.]

[This apartment is pretty immaculate. But obviously spacious. Izaya's sliding the black king into a new square when Laharl walks in.

And for the record, those dog tags are around his neck too.]

Eh? I like the space. It reminds me of my home.

[He's got his glasses on, his jacket off, and his computers humming. He looks over them though and- well. He had constructed thin shelves all along the walls around his desk area.

A small library filled with thin binders. None of which were labeled.]

Sit.

[He points at the chair in front of his desk.]

You don't know why I need them~. Not yet anyway.

[ He's just gonna take the tiniest smirk from seeing the dogtags on but that's not the point right now, no. ]

Got a place this big back home, huh?

[ It's no Overlord's castle but hey, for a human, not bad. There's a small raised eyebrow from that statement though. ]

Ya make it sound like you're into weird human experiments and you're just trying to find someone to cut up.

[ And taking that seat. ]

So whadaya wanna know?

Was this a package deal or did you pick them out individually?

[He fingers the pastries before he finally picks one out that doesn't appear to be too sweet from the outside.]

Y'know, I never just live with people. I'm a really private kind of guy. In the city I used to live in, people couldn't even buy information about me. I was priceless. I'm what you might call an informant. And I'm telling you this because I'm not looking for just a roommate. I need someone reliable.

[He bites into the pastry and after a moment of chewing, takes another bite. It wasn't so bad.]

Problem is. I'm not really very conventional. And you seem like a sweet boy, Ion. So why don't you tell me about yourself hm? And don't leave the gritty details out.

Uh huh. It was a lot more valuable though. This place...

[He frowns a little around at his home-]

Could burn and nothing that important would be lost.

[He looks up at Laharl and smiles sweetly.]

Laharl, you know me so well. Ah! Well in all fairness, you're kinda a brat. And you're pretty loud mouthed and annoying. I'm also pretty sure you get along with Shizu-chan, which isn't okay in my books. Plus I thought you hated me. So.

[Izaya leans forward onto his desk, picking up a black rook and held it over his line of vision of Laharl.]

Why do you want to live with me? Are you going to spy on me? Cut my throat at night?

I picked them out. That's not strange, is it?

[He shifts around in his chair uncomfortably. Don't leave the details out? The details were classified; it's what he'd been told when he was created... but this was not his world, and there was no reason to hide what he was. How to explain what he was would be a little difficult.]

The details may vary a bit depending on what you want to know. Do you want to know about my life in particular, or the life of the person I was replicated from...?

No. Just says something about who you are.

[He picks at his pastries some more until he finds another that looks good.]

In a good way.

[He bites into the pastry yet again, seeming to be perfectly uninterested in the boy across from him.

Of course. Until he says that little something interesting- the little something that Izaya always cared about. His eyes flick up and he drops the pastry into the box. He closes the lid and leans back into his chair.]

Aheh. You just became interesting. Why don't you tell me about both in a way that makes sense, hm? And then maybe I'll let you ask a question. But you should consider your question carefully. Anyway, go ahead. I'm listening.

[And he was]

Less of a fire trap.

[ He's staring curiously at the chessboard though but decides better not to comment on it. He's had his brain broken for less trying to figure out what went on in Izaya's anyway. ]

Shizu-cha-- Oh, you mean Shizuo? Yeah, I met him first day in. Totally had it out for ya.

[ But the question suddenly gives him a pause. Why did he want to take Izaya up on the offer? It gives him a minute to think before he finally speaks up. ]

You're the only guy I know around here. Plus, I kinda figured what the hell. Better you than anyone else.

Very well.

[He closes his eyes. It seems like he's trying to remember something far away.]

I am the seventh replica of Fon Master Ion. A Fon Master is a religious leader of sorts on my world whose primary duty is overseeing the Score.

[Ion doesn't explain the Score. He can't even imagine a world without one.]

The original Fon Master foresaw his own death and ordered the replication process. Out of the seven replicas that were created, I was the only one capable of both reading the Score and using Daathic Fonic Artes, so I was chosen as his replacement. I was trained to take over where he left off and programmed with basic information so that my age wouldn't be too obvious.

[Ion opens his eyes and smiles.]

I suppose I didn't do too good of a job at it, though. I died before coming here, after all.

Tch...bastard

[But he's not here to think about Shizuo. For once. Instead he's going to spin around in his chair slowly and peer out his windows. It really did remind him of home.

He listens to Laharl and for a while, doesn't seem to have much to say.]

Better me than anyone else?

[He spins slowly in his chair and gives Laharl a look]

I think we both know that's not true.

[He stands up off of his chair and walks around to the front of his desk, leaning against it as he stares down at the demon lord, crossing his arms over his chest.]

So what? I'm not looking just for a roomie. I lead a busy, dangerous life~. And might I add- quite the morally controversial. You're a nosy little bastard. Are you going to be getting into my business all the time and annoying me?

Besides, are you even useful for anything? I mean, you're so short.

Oh my~? A penthouse? How generous of you. What will you be doing with the spare bedrooms, hmm? Planning for some clandestine escapades?

[A strange creature appears on the SFC. He clears his throat before speaking. Oh this is going to be strange.]

My name is Ratchet and I'm interested in the room you mentioned.

[ And now this sparks his fire again. His fire that seemed just the teeniest bit muted earlier. ]

The hell you take me for! I'm gonna be the Overlord, dammit! Course I'm good for something.

[ Sitting back down now, fingers steepled. See? He can look dangerous too if he wants to. ]

You said you got a dangerous life, right? Screw that. I can take anyone in a fight. Kick anyone's damn ass.

[ And flopping back against the chair. ]

Besides I'm not that nosy! Don't really care 'bout what you do. You got your business, I got mine.

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