Entries tagged with izaya orihara

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Who: Shizuo and Izaya
Where: Plaza area
When: Saturday morning
Style: Prose!
Status: Closed / smut warning

( Shizuo had been feeling pretty good as he walked throughout Vatheon earlier that morning. )

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Who: Shizuo and Izaya
Where: Izaya's place
When: Monday
Style: Action
Status: Closed

( About this bubble. )

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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-]

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Who: Shizuo and Ion, but open to Izaya and Laharl if they want to jump in!
Where: Izaya's place
When: Evening
Style: Action
Status: Open to Ion & roommates

( A visit )

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Who: Zelda, Izaya
Where: The park
When: 10 am, March 3rd
Style: I'll follow, starting in aaaaaaction
Status: Closed

[Zelda isn't entirely sure what she wants to say to Izaya, but she knows that she has to say something. At the very least, she wants to ascertain his intentions towards her. She arrives at the park at 9:30 and sits down on a bench, waiting in silence.]

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Characters: Izaya and Shizuo
Location: Shizuo's place
Time: Night
Style: Action cool with you, baaaybe~?
Status: Closed

( Who would've thought Shizuo could even get sick? )

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Who: Izaya, Dark Link (Sola), Shizuo, and Zelda
Where: On one of the higher buildings in Vatheon for Link and Izaya, ground for Zelda and Shizuo. Yanno how it goes.
When: Friday Evening- just before the sun sets.
Style: Prose for emotionally cryptic content and whatever.
Status: Closed

( He had always wondered what it was like to die. )

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Who: Shizuo making Izaya log
When: Late Tuesday/Early Wednesday.
Where: Izaya's place
Style: ACTION (/gameface)
Status: Closed

( tl;dr Shizuo fell asleep )

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003 || At least it wasn't YEARS this time.

Who: Laharl, Izaya and the rest of the apartment's bitty brigade
When: Sometime around early evening.
Where: Izaya's place.
Style: Starting in third but I'll follow you guys!
Status: closed

( So I hear someone's been creeping on him in his sleep... )

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Who: Shizuo and YOU
When: February 15, midday or so.
Where: Nostalgia Nook
Style: Either
Status: Open!

After his fight and subsequent meal with Vegeta, Shizuo wasn't ready to head home. Despite his somewhat tattered, dirty clothing and a few scrapes - clearly indicative of the fight - Shizuo was feeling better. Lighter. He had managed to get out some of his restless energy, and he had also shown himself that he could think during a fight. He could have some control, even if it wasn't as much as he wanted. If he could do that much, then maybe he could get even better.

Instead of heading back to his place, Shizuo decided to go to Nostalgia Nook. He had heard plenty about it and had paid a relatively short visit once before, but this time, he wanted to get a good look at everything. He knew Zelda bought her milk from there, and he had heard of other people finding things from their homes also. He had something in particular in mind, though he doubted he'd find it. Still, it couldn't hurt to look, which is exactly what he started to do, glancing through the windows of the small shops.

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Hunger pangs

Who: Vegeta and anyone that wants to approach a pissed-off Saiyan
When: February 15th, early morning
Where: The park
Style: I'll follow
Status: Open~

The curse had been a living hell for Vegeta. Not because of what he turned into, oh no - in fact, as far as he could tell, he hadn't turned into anything different at all. It was the complete lack of easily accessible food that did the Saiyan in. Gone were Vatheon's restaurants with their helpful natives willing to stuff him to his heart's content, and without his scouter he had been wary of attacking any of the monsters roaming the city. He had only eaten once during the curse, and as glorious as the golden sandwich held in the giant's castle had been, he'd quickly burned off most of that energy by flitting about to get away. The ball had done him no good either, the food on the table he approached had mysteriously disappeared.

Naturally, Vegeta had become fed up with the whole situation and just went to the park to hibernate until it was over. He woke up a couple days later, groggy, hungrier than ever, and pissed.

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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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Characters: Izaya and Shizuo
Location: Izaya's place
Time: Evening
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

( And bring me back her heart as a token. )

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Who: Orihara Izaya & All Of Vatheon
Where: The park
When: Sometime towards the evening but not at night
Style: Prose or action. I really don't care.
Status: Open

He looked like he hadn't slept in days. And really? He probably hadn't. He walked slowly, his shoulders drooped with a bit of a glazed expression on his face. He knew it wasn't safe to be out and about in a state like this but his day was coming to an end and he planned on sleeping tonight. Swinging from his hand was a small plastic bag and in his other hand was a bottle of what looked to be tea.

As he shuffled through the park along the path, he eventually stopped by a tree that was just a few feet away from the path. He walked on over and all but collapsed at the tree's base, leaning up against it and stretched his legs out in front of him. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath. A few minutes passed of him just sitting there before finally, he moved again and began to unpack his bag.

A box of ootoro. He began to eat his dinner with his fingers, the bottle of tea on his other side. Of which he occasionally took a sip from. The typically observant informant seemed to be...well. Not so observant tonight. He seemed to be, anyway.

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Investigation

Who: Zelda and ALL THE PEOPLE
Where: All over Vatheon, even on the island a bit
When: January 18-23rd, day and night (though not too late at night)
Style: Either
Status: Open!

Maybe you notice the princess staring too long at something, or maybe you notice the Sheikah scaling new heights to investigate those hard to reach places - but Zelda is definitely on the prowl for information now that the faeries are gone. She wisely avoids the ruins of the church, but nowhere else public seems to be beyond her interest. At least she doesn't break into people's houses like the other Hylian here in Vatheon.

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Hey, listen...

Characters: Dark Link and open to Ion, Izaya, and Laharl
Location: Izaya's Apartment
Time: Very early morning when the fairies start popping
Style: Prose preferred but any is fine - Would also prefer that this continue as a single scene, so responses should be in the same thread.
Status: Closed

( Dark Link often dreamed of Hyrule )

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izaya orihara

What would he have to pay for a kiss?

Characters: Ioder (

fortheempire ) and Izaya (

kingwithnocrown )
Location: Izaya's Apartment
Time: Afternoon, Jan 13th
Style: Prose
Status: Closed

( Let's add this to the list of )

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002. || I Take It This Isn't Izaya's Day

Who: Orihara Izaya and Laharl
Location: Troll dude's penthouse.
Time: Much later that evening. I suppose when Izaya gets back after that happy little romp
Style: Whichever works! I'll follow after you.
Status: Closed!

( Since it just can't get any worse... let's have some awkward! )

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Who: Orihara Izaya and Heiwajima Shizuo
Location: Throughout Vatheon
Time: Sometime just after the curse comes into effect
Style: Prose
Status: Closed though feel free to have your characters hear their fight going on while it's violent.

( Vatheon certainly had a way of applying karma to the universe )

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01

Who: Shelly and anyone
Location: Plaza
Time: Afternoon
Style: Either
Status: Open

[Standing before the coral with a hand perched on her hip and a megaphone in the other, Shelly, still damp but drier from her sodden arrival, begins her announcement in a firm, less-than-pleased tone as the fairy beside her flutters about quietly.]

Attention [ -- the rest is drowned out by a high-pitched screech as the megaphone adjusts -- ] !

What you have committed is a severely punishable offense that will not go unheard by the Republic's Senate. However, before you respond to the matter of your crime, I demand an explanation.

[She lowers the megaphone, waiting.]