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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 7:33 pm
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A dark-clad figure with flowing red hair stood staring up at the ruins of the old chapel. Beside him stood a fellow in a fur-trimmed parka, and beside him, a teenage girl with jet black hair and a stiff posture. Both the red-haired guy and the girl juvenile sported thick, fluffy tails, though the red-head's was hidden behind his curtain of hair. The man with the parka whistled once and meandered about the area; twirling and skipping here and there, hopping over pews and perching on the alter like a grinning gargoyle.
"Nice place, isn't it?" he asked the two others. "Wish I'd had time to properly check it out earlier."
The pair looked at the man with blank expressions, the male's slightly more perturbed than the female's, but said nothing.
Izaya let a leg dangle from the edge of the table, bringing one knee up to hug it to his chest. He laughed, the sound echoing hollowly off the ruin walls. "How ironic that their meeting place was a church of all things..." His tone turned cold. "Don't they know that there's no afterlife when you die...?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2013 8:46 pm
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Luke couldn't in good conscience just walk past the overgrown church when it appeared in his line of sight, and he slowed his progress to a stop, regarding it hesitantly. He recognized the building too easily, knowing it as the place he had first earned Asch's acknowledgment and as the last place he would ever have seen his brother. He knew there was no kind of merit in this kind of sentimentality, but even so…
"Yuri," he said abruptly, perhaps even a bit surprisingly given his recent speak-when-spoken-to demeanor. The confidence that had inspired the address wilted from him almost immediately, dragging his eyes to the ground. "That building," there was only one thereupon visible, "for a few minutes, I…" It felt rude and selfish to make demands about altering their course when they were only just starting out, but he couldn't ignore it; the thought of passing by without regard was an uncomfortable one.
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 5:29 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 5:44 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 6:20 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 7:09 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 9:46 am
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"Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost," the info broker said with mock concern. He pushed off the alter to land on the ground, stuck his hands in his parka pockets, and began to walk towards Luke, passing the two other figures on the way. The long-haired red-head turned around fully, meeting the other's eyes while wearing a look of slight contempt. Still he said nothing.
"But that can't be right; there's no such thing," Izaya continued as he strolled past the Asch look-alike. "Save for ghost pokemon, and those are just feral spirits; not people." He halted a few feet between the two similar young men.
"You know, Lukey-chan," he said with a grin, "Asch-kun here was just telling me how he tried to fake his death so that he didn't have to have anything to do with you any more. Can you believe that? I know some siblings hate each other, but you two must have reeeally had a strained relationship."
Izaya gestured to the stern-faced male. "He was just showing me around this place and telling me about how you two used to meet here on occasion. I guess he didn't expect you to show up if you thought him dead."
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 10:20 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 11:19 am
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Izaya's grin broadened as he realized that Luke was, indeed, convincing himself of the delusion he was being fed. Humans were such delicate things, their emotions allowing their faith to be so easily shifted and doubts so easily overcome. Obviously this couldn't last forever, but the informant enjoyed observing the phenomenon while he could.
It somewhat reminded him of Faleen's silence as they had walked down the hall, her hope as fragile as a cobweb. Like Luke now, she hadn't seemed to want to dare doing anything to test their beliefs of reality. Better to leave it a pretty illusion than to reach out and touch it, causing it to dissolve at their hands.
The info broker flicked his wrist, withdrawing his hand from his pocket in a singular, fluid motion. In the same arc of motion, a flickblade flipped open and glinted in the dim church light. "You know, he said he never forgave me for that stylish hair cut I gave him last spring...so I told him he could try his luck with giving me one in return."
At the sight of the blade, the Asch imposter turned sharply and glared at Izaya, gritting his teeth. His hand went to the blade at his belt as he took up a fighting stance. By the look on his face, he didn't appear to have expected the crimson-eyed man to draw a weapon on him.
"...But you know Asch-kun," Izaya sighed. "To him that translates to a duel. That's why he showed me this place - somewhere out of the way. Probably hopes to kill me. Do you think he'll win?" He spread his arms, the flickblade still shining in one hand. "I have to say...I don't play fair. Not when my life is on the line. But a duel to the death it is!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 11:29 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 11:35 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 11:40 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 11:45 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 11:54 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 17, 2013 12:03 pm
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