actually im going to keep izaya here
time to refollow everyone
sorry for the confusion guys!
actually im going to keep izaya here
time to refollow everyone
sorry for the confusion guys!
Nagi wasn’t trying to divert the other at all, but it was obvious the ravenette had no idea how the weather could effect the outcome of one’s day.
「Haha, I see. Straight to the point? Well then… tell me; What is it you wish for? What is your hope? Mine is inside of that locket.」While speaking his hand trailed over the large scar on his neck. Owl may have lost his vocal chords and wife because the promoter tricked him, but because his child was still alive… he continued to be able to smile. As long as that small sliver of hope remained, he would not give up on his quest to just simply hold his child.
「That’s why, you see, I carry that necklace with me.」
Although, obvious to everyone but him—the locket held no picture. The child his wife was carrying died when she was killed. It was never born. Yet, Nagi continued to see the picture of a child inside that empty little locket. He truly believed his child was living somewhere outside of Deadman Wonderland.
The outcome of the weather? Yeah, he didn’t understand it all too well, or even really wanted to. To him? The rain, sun, snow and all the other aspects of Mother nature weren’t anything new, anything intriguing. Perhaps if he acknowledged how they were able to shift the change in emotion within humans, he would have been a bit more interested in the conversation- but thus? He hadn’t a care in the world. At least not right now, not when there were bigger and better things being offered out to him.
Though upon the arrival of the information he wanted, the ravenette couldn’t help but release a light snicker of sheer enjoyment. This was going to be fun, really fun- and to make things better? The poor lad who spoke so highly of a simple trinket hadn’t the faintest idea what was coming for him!
“You carry a necklace around thinking it holds your hopes and dreams in it?” He sneered, his top lip curling back to revel the look of what could resemble a demon. “That’s sort of sad, really. You’ve put all your life into something that is replaceable, something that is..just not worth how much you believe it is, ne. You see, I can do a lot of things to this locket of yours. I can keep it for myself, hide it away in my bathroom so you’ll never see it again. I can hand it over, watch as you smile in glee at my kindness and hold it to your heart. Or..I can..drop it on the ground and..—” Releasing his grasp on the jewelry’s chain and allowing it to clang against the gravel, Izaya turned his head up (just to level his and his new friend’s gaze together) and rolled his shoulders forward into an uncaring shrug.
Boom goes the shoe against the locket, bay-bay.
Well, there was no argument to be had there. It was careless of him to drop his locket, especially when it meant so much to him.
「Yes, you’re right. I won’t let my hope fall so easily again next time.」his mechanical voice remained calm, even kind, despite the fact that he sensed that his locket wouldn’t be returned so easily. The smile the other donned wasn’t a foreign thing to Owl, plenty of Deadmen wore the same grin. At the same time it would take more than that to intimidate the prisoner.
「Ah… The skies are beginning to cloud. What a shame, it had been so nice out previously.」he said as he let his extended hand fall to his side. His weather forecasts were never wrong, even though it wasn’t exactly the artificial night sky above their heads that he was talking about.
「Do you think it’ll rain?」Whether it did or not all depended on what exactly the other male was thinking. Was he looking for a fight? CP? No, did they even use that currency in civ. 9? Either way, Nagi couldn’t afford to lose that locket. It had the only photo of his child—or so he thought. To everyone else, it was just an empty piece of metal.
And here came the blah, blah, blahs. Did everyone /have/ to go through these series of spouting words? Hadn’t they ever heard of saving their conversations for someone who cared, or someone who seemed interested in what they had to sat? Using all that breath; all that effort to reach out to another? It was worthless, stupid and just downright annoying. Didn’t they ever think to just shut up, move on, or let the person they ran into talk for once?
”You know, as much as I’d love to listen to your babble on about the weather, which let me remind you is a horrible conversation starter—I’m going to come out right now and tell you I don’t care to hear it. If it rains, it rains. If it doesn’t, it doesn’t. There’s no need to try and avert the topic to sway my attention.” Swinging the piece between his fingers, Izaya took a step back, just for good portion of space between their forms. “I’m more interested in this thing I have in my hand. Why do you have it? I mean, don’t get me wrong; I’m sure it looks fabulous and striking on you, but it’s not everyday one runs into a man with a locket.”
What a cruel fate it was to be freed from Deadman Wonderland, to only be trapped in an entirely new location. At least, so far, there was nothing akin to the Carnival Corpse or punishment games. Despite that, Owl couldn’t find any sense of happiness in this new-found ‘freedom’. What was the point of it if he couldn’t be reunited with his child? Even more than that, he was obligated to procreate with a woman he had never met before?
There was no way he’d be able to love her, let alone have a child with her… Not when he still hadn’t even held his first born.
Well, there was plenty of time to think about such things later. Right now it was getting late, and Owl still hadn’t located his apartment yet. Despite it getting dark, there were an abundance of people enjoying the ‘night life’. Though he didn’t want to dwell too much until he got settled in, his mind continued to race. How did he get of of Deadman Wonderland? Did everyone else escape? Why couldn’t he remember how he came to be here?
While lost in thought, Owl felt a forceful shove at his side, successfully causing him to stumble and drop what he held most valuable
—his empty locket.
Quickly leaning down, he reached out to retrieve it only to have it picked up by someone else.
「Thank you for picking that up for me.」his mechanical voice rung out as he extended his only hand, waiting for the person he addressed to return the item.
And who exactly was it that jotted down before the other to snatch his precious belonging up? Was it Santa Claus? No, he was hardly the weight of such a obscure man. What about the Easter bunny, was it him? Again, not quite. Perhaps he was quick as a rabbit, but he was no rodent.
“Is this yours?” That voice. That snide sneer riding up a pair of devious lips as slimmed fingers coiled around the item that had been dropped. Was it. Could it be? Izaya Orihara? The guy who was seemingly created just to destroy everything? The guy who was bound to ridden the new world with lies and schemes? Oh, yes. Yes, it was him. And what exactly was he doing?
Casually holding the locket, while keeping the red of his hues centered straight upon his new per-se ‘victim’, of course! What else would he be doing? Patting the fellow on the back and telling him how wonderful the day was? Yeah, right. That would be so wrong in so many ways, not mention strictly taboo for such a horrible and cunning creature like himself. Why on earth would he do that when he could be taunting and strike a level of intimidation and annoyance into someone else?
“You should be more careful where you drop your things, you know.”
Still not giving it back. T c h.
The look about his face when he realize he couldn’t bewitch her like the crowd he did so earlier was priceless. There was nothing better then to see the look of shock on another’s face when they plans went down the drain. How she had miss that look as well as the look of fear on another’s face.
How long has it been?
Pretty long, but then again being dead for sometime did seem pretty long. Which lead her to ponder how she was even brought back to life life? If she recalled, she came back as a living corpse, a fallen angel when she was did in by that damn curse on her..
Fuck, was the curse with her now?
Guess time will only tell.
Bringing herself back to the situation at hand, an eyebrow perk up as her future ‘mate’ moved closer, dogs growling, teeth baring, ready to attack. A twitch of her finger was all that was needed to heel her beasts, letting her companion inspect her.
“—Unpleasant and disgusting. Though you hardly seem like any of those, so I guess I won’t have to cheat on you or leave you all alone one cold winter night without anything to survive with.”
“How sweet of you to think I would need you during cold winter nights.” A purr escape her lips. Now the fangs of the she dog was just starting to show.
Really, what fool did he take her to be to need a male at her side? If he thought her to be one of those whiny, needy females, she was going to have to do something about that. Izaya was going to find out soon enough the woman he was paired up with was anything but whiny and needy.
She feign interest as he went on and explain about his identity and why he had given a false one. He really did seem quite fool of himself, spoke as if he was a God of some sort, or worse. Prideful arrogant being, sadly Misaya found that a bit of attractive, but she wouldn’t admit that. Oh no, there was much to be done.
As she was granted permission to speak, hands slipped out of the pockets of her jacket, taking a step closer to the lanky male, red hues locking onto his own as if trying to peer within that dark twisted soul of his. Searching, as if trying to find what he hid in the darkest parts of his Soul.
“Misaya Reiroukan.” She spoke, breaking the silence between them. “And I have no intention of making any crying meat sacks with you just because some damn scientist wants to save Humanity from the brink of it’s own destruction.” She gave him a sweet smile.
“For the record, I love cold winter nights, Orihara and can survive it just fine by myself.” The young magus tapped his nose and turn on her heels to head towards their living quarters, black dogs trotting right after their Master. Stopping in her tracks, she glance back at Izaya.
“Come along.” A coy smile flitted to her lips before walking off again.
This woman. This horrible she-devil.
She was the walking embodiment of annoyance, a bag of flesh that could strike you down to an irritated level. With just a few words along with moment’s breath of mighty speech, she could piss you off, make you feel as if you were inferior and bring forth the desire to take a knife to her throat. She was, as much as Izaya would like to deny the factor- just like him.
The way she looked down on everyone, the way she sneered with passive jives and was able to keep her cool even when her person was given offensive content— it was identical to his personalities behaviors, and quite honestly? It was really making him resent her. No one in the world was allowed to be like him, regardless if they were trying to or if it was just how they were. /No one/. Why, the idea of people being similar to him just wasn’t acceptable! To be like a man who was far more superior than the rest of the damned population? Yeah, no. That didn’t work, wouldn’t work and could never, in a lifetime, work. It just wasn’t possible, not with him still here and ali— Did she just flick him in the nose?
“Please refrain from touching me, /dear/. I’m not quite ready to get so intimate with you and would like to be just a bit more comfortable before we grow mushy and playful!” Moving forward, he paced himself after the wretched female before ever-so sleazily slipping between the mutts that surrounded her to press himself against the slim of her side. ”If we’re going to our room, I suggest you find a way to get rid of the..” He turned his eyes down, just to make a quick, harsh glance at the animals. “/Dogs/. You see, I’m not much of a canine person and I’d rather not see that pretty face of yours in tears when you wake up one morning and they’ve all died from a mysterious cause!” Cue a slight pat to her back, a wide smile filled with devious intentions and brisk hum as the antagonist began to move off again.
“This is going to be so fun!”
Best, most active and around husband award over here, if you will.
The moment someone shouted her attention, Misaya was busy glancing at the map on plastered to the wall on a canvas. Ah, at least whoever was in charge knew better to post one up, this way she didn’t feel stupid enough as it is to be wandering around aimlessly looking for her quarters.
The soft rumbling growls of her dogs was enough to alert her that someone was approaching. Glancing over, red iris slid over to see the snake from before. Oh joy. What had she done to attract his attention, this time she was purposely staying low on radar, wishing to find her apartment and this person she was engage too by force.
Just thinking about it left a foul taste in her mouth.
Where was that scientist so she can sick her dogs on.
Give an opportunity to inspect Izaya closer, crimson eyes glance down his form, observing what was presented before making her back up to his face. Yes, he was good looking, charming but the smile, ah that smile so fake and full of lies and deceit. The corner of her own lips twitch in return, holding back a grin. She had listen to him cast his spell over the crowd around them, gaining their attention and interest.
What a charmer.
What a snake.
”You look somewhat intelligent and know what you’re doing. Do you happen to know where the apartment A4 is? Apparently they were suppose to give us a map of some sort, but I think I lost mine.”
The corner of her lip did twitch again, the piece of paper in her hand crumbling beneath her fist. Was this charmer trying to spin a spell for her? Oh, devious, devious being. She stayed where she was, entertaining him of pretending to even be of interest of what he was saying.
“Sorry for the inconvenience, haha! I’m not usually this disorganized.”
Misaya gave him her most sweetest smile, leading him to believe for a second she was biting his bait.
“Oh! It’s quite alright. Though an intelligent creature such as yourself would have notice the maps littering this place on the walls.” A soft chuckle followed suit.
She hadn’t even begun to bare her fangs.
“It’s funny really.” Red hues glance up at him, her demeanor suddenly changing from sweet to assertive, the smile slowly fading into a devilish grin. “I was heading there myself, fiancé.”
That petite twitch of a grin. Oh, he saw it, and he saw it clearer than a white feline in the midst of the darkness. How cute. It would seem his little project wasn’t as innocent or stupid as he’d thought. All the more challenging and interesting. Perhaps this ordeal wasn’t as bad as he thou— Wait a moment. What did she just say? Did she? No. No. He had heard that wrong, right? This wasn’t..no..this woman couldn’t be his—
Eyes turning down to gaze at the hand that bore the tier to another person, the ravenette looked over his own ring before casting a quick and sleazy glance over to where her’s was. Identical. The exact same. Shit. How had he not seen this before? Better yet, why hadn’t he thought of looking at her finger before puffing his chest out and trotting after her with all the courage in the world?
His plan wouldn’t work if she was the one he was suppose to spend time with! If anything, it’d fall victim to the wall of shame and failure! To have to be around someone and required to be their new per-se ‘mate’ while trying to use them for fun and games? It just wouldn’t work out. He wouldn’t be able to treat her however he wanted without the risk of her running to the doctor and telling on him, he wouldn’t be able to demand things from her because again— she may flee and cry wolf, and…and..
What was he thinking?
He could do this, he could pull it off. He was Izaya Orihara, after all— and everyone who knew that name also knew that he was pretty much allowed to do whatever he wanted and get away with it. Tormenting people? He could simply pull it off as if he didn’t know he was being so cruel if he were to be caught. Using people? The charming and cunning way of words were always on his side whenever one questioned him about such a subject. Having everything his way? After living a life of getting whatever he wanted? Yeah, he could most defiantly keep striding on that string for awhile.
So what was there to fear? A lousy old man who would probably go senile in a few years? A staff that he could easily squirm through and convince that everything gone wrong in his forced relationship was on his spouse’s fault? Tch. Yeah right. As the spawn of God, or even God himself (he wasn’t quite sure which he was in his deranged mind), things like that? They had nothing on him and couldn’t even come close to getting in his way.
“Oh?” A brow was perked up in forced interest. “You’re..You’re who I’m suppose to get married to and produce wonderful sacks of crying meat with?” Don’t laugh. Don’t laugh. That would only either piss her off or scare her away. “Well this isn’t going to be as horrible as I had predicted it would be, ne? You see, I had thought I was going to get stuck with someone..unattractive..someone..—” Carefully picking his way around his companion’s stupid dogs and moving before her, Izaya leaned forward; just to get a nice, good look at that pretty face. “—Unpleasant and disgusting. Though you hardly seem like any of those, so I guess I won’t have to cheat on you or leave you all alone one cold winter night without anything to survive with.” His attempt at a joke. Not the best, but hey; he couldn’t help that his idea of humor was a bit too dark and twisted.
“My name is Izaya Orihara, contradictory to the name you probably heard me giving the people over yonder. You see, I don’t really like the population knowing my real name, thus why I gave them an alias. People tend to have this idea that when they know my real name, they can use whenever they please and pretend as if we’re best friends at just the thought of knowing my actual identity.” Teeth pressed along the bottom of his lip in thought as he continued his tirade of speech. “But I figure since we’re going to be living together and most likely spending the rest of our miserable lives with one another, you should probably know it. After all, what sort of husband would I be if I were to lie to you? Enough about me, however. You’ve yet to tell me your name, much less anything about you.”
There were many things that were irking her at this very moment. One, the fall of humanity now an apocalyptic aftermath. Meaning chances of getting that Holy Grail was slim to barely nothing now.
Two, she was plucked from her lifestyle only to be thrust into an underground civilization to help repopulate humanity.
Misaya played no one’s game, they played hers. She was not to be some subject, paired up with a male who was to be her spouse, just to save humanity from the brink of death. For all she cared, they can go extinct and take their miserable shit hole with them.
Speaking of which, she as to be living with said ‘spouse’ in the same apartment.
“….” Glancing around with her familiars at her side, the young magus looked at the piece of paper that had her apartment number written on it. How was she suppose to live with a male she never knew? Oh sure, Lancer she lived with but that was her Servant. This.. this was nothing like the Grail War and this man was not her Servant. Walking along, she heard and saw a male speaking to those around him.
Tch, a preacher or better yet, a fake. She could spot one miles away. It was a canine thing and being a magus, Misaya was use to being around those who pretend to be one way and a complete opposite in another. Their cheery disposition was usually the sign. Her mood just seem to worsen and continue on, by passing the group listening to the other. In fact, she tilt her head to catch a glimpse of the other.
Hell, even their coat was almost the same. They could almost pass for siblings. If she had any, anymore. Glancing away, Misaya continue on with her pack of savage black beasts trotting at her side, staring at the piece of paper.
Oh, how she was hating this day more and more.
Around the time Izaya was happily chiming his lies to the little beasts wandering around beside him (he often did this whenever he had the chance to meet people who were new and not the same slabs of clay he’d already molded)— something, no, /someone/ caught his attention. It was a woman with rather long midnight tinted hair, bright crimsons hues that appeared as if they could pierce into someone’s soul, and an aura that seemingly read, ‘dangerous’. Just the perfect candidate a man like him needed to be around, and using as his right wing man. Why, who knew? Maybe he could manipulate her into a whirl of charm and ditch whoever it was he was suppose marry. Seemed like something he would do.
“Hey, you with the dogs.” First step was first when it came to getting close to someone. He had to acknowledge them, and he had to do it in a way that made them feel special or needed. To ask a question, or even to compliment their appearance was an action that usually got a person to step forward and open themselves up for the taking. ”You look somewhat intelligent and know what you’re doing. Do you happen to know where the apartment A4 is? Apparently they were suppose to give us a map of some sort, but I think I lost mine.” Lies. He had his right in his back pocket, tucked away safely for when he would need it. “Sorry for the inconvenience, haha! I’m not usually this disorganized.” Top lip curling up into a rather cheery smile (even some what of a sneer), our antagonist paced after the women; eyes narrowed in and attention drawn to her paper.
What was this? More of the beautiful, yet oh-so disgustingly horrible God sent humans suddenly appearing!? Fantastic! This was just splendid! A whole new place with a whole new deck of cards to play with? What more could a guy like Izaya Orihara ask for? Why, if only there were a group of stupid teenagers, a man who seemingly had a pole stuck up his ass, and a woman who did whatever that he— the per-se king— wanted; everything would be precisely perfect.
Though, he wasn’t about to complain, oh no. The setting and gifts granted to him were just fine as they were. At least for now, of course. Eventually, however, he may require something more, something more efficient— but until that time came? He’d simply use and break all that fell to his fingers.
“Followers, hm? Who knew stalkers would be so flamboyant about how they do things now and days, aha!~ Regardless, it’s nice to see all of your wonderful faces. My name is Nakura Orihara and I hope we can become acquainted.” Except not really. Someone like him step to the level of getting close to peasants like these people? Yeah, no. He’d much rather keep his distance and just pretend for as long as he could. Being truthful? It wasn’t something he did, and if he even did it? He did so with harsh words rather than the sweet chimes of sugar like he was doing now.
Oh, jolly humans.
He just can’t wait to destroy your sweet, innocent souls.
the staccato that heels against pavement produced could be heard across a plaza. everything had gone quiet— the sight of a scantily clad woman seems to have silenced the majority of the chatter. she refused take notice, instead choosing to observe her surroundings. really, after all the fits people back in her hometown threw about damnation this and that, you’d think it’d be a real shithole.
” this sure doesn’t look like hell. “
coming to a stop, she notices that the area looks similar to the buildings back at the Shadowlord’s pad. no… she was sure she’d burned away— there wasn’t a trace of her left… she even thanked that son of a bitch! she remembers!
then, why was she still here.
slowly, as she continues her trek into the city, she remembers bits and pieces of things. a grail. a war. a servant— that’s right, something brought her back—forced was more like it— into a godforsaken war. some shit about a servant and wishes; almost like a fairytale. it expected her to fight too? can’t she take a break for more than five fucking seconds!?
despite being lost in her own thoughts, she soon notices a particular stare. it was one among many, but this one was different, and it pissed her off; mostly due to her preexisting frustration as the sudden events. she glares back, her uncouth mouth making its first of many appearances.
” the fuck are you looking at. “
And who was it with the pair of eyes watching the girl belonged to? Was it Santa Claus checking to see if she were naughty or nice? No? Was it the Easter Bunny plotting what sort of eggs he’d get her for when Easter came around? No? Was it God making sure she was doing what he had planned for her in the life his hands had granted? In a sense, yes. In another sense, no.
“You know..wandering around like you’re lost and then getting mad with someone who was only going to check on you and see if you needed directions isn’t very nice.” Izaya Orihara. That guy. The fuck ass who ruined everyone’s lives. The freak who played a gamble with other people’s worlds as if he were in charge of them. The man who thought he was God, but was really closer to the Anti-Christ. What was he doing here? Better yet, why was he following what seemed to be like an ordinary young lady around?
He’d heard what happened in this new universe he’d seemingly stumbled upon, he knew what went down, how it worked— and to be frank, he was trying to gain information on the rest of the population to not only know who the other people around were; but to see who was the strongest, most intelligent, stupidest and who would never be of use to him. To know and make allies. It was something that came natural to the informant and something that he /had/ to do whenever put in a position where he wasn’t sure /what/ to do.
“Though I guess I’ll brush the attitude off as caution. My name is Nakura.” One of his many aliases. “Is there anything I can help you with?”