before the worst

Bright Nova | Shizuo & Minako

Hmm. If she hadn’t known better, the young woman would have suspected that Shizuo was somewhat looking forward to playing Para Bellum. Not because he’d be playing it with her, she wasn’t delusional, but maybe this way he’d be able to strip off some of that angry mask he put on to the whole world. (Just kidding, that was pretty much just his personality, and there were going to be a lot of sore avatars soon, this she did not mistake.)

#bright nova #type: para #(( slowly builds up to it yus #oh so he's dressed like delic his 'alter-ego' from the drrr!! cd but doesn't realize it oh ho ho #and I give you liberty to pick what his username is ))

Following her lead with furrowed eyebrows, he did his utmost to act as though he had a shred of a clue as to what he was doing. Flicking off a switch, and soon flicking away another, when he tried to open the headset, but to no avail. Of course, while he thought he understood her instruction, he was blatantly mistaken when he found himself giving the device a little pry and wiggle, achieving results in a more barbaric way. Surely, a little rough-housing with the system wouldn't do too much damage, yeah? He supposed he'd see the results -- should he have caused any harm to the software or reading -- when he entered the game.

While his mind was circling over trivial thoughts of his childhood and the notion of videogames, he abruptly pulled himself into reality that moment he realized his eyes were covered and the game began to load. "Para.. Bellum," he mouthed as he was sucked into a digital world. "Here we go."

Never playing a MMORPG before, the blond was undoubtedly new when it came to the sudden exposure. Admittedly, overwhelmed by the introductions, settings, and sudden rushes of different graphics and scenery, he felt provoked to skip whatever he could until he managed to reach the actual game. That essentially meant he was forcing himself into an unknown world without the slightest clue as to what he was diving into, but the rather impulsive man he was, the thought never dawned on him. After his flood of "skip's," "okay's," and an another blur of cityscape that pissed him off, he clumsily fell into what appeared like a hotel with a randomized outfit and username.

"Great," he monotonously spoke to no one in particular, which was a fairly accurate description considering there wasn't a soul he cared for around. With only neon lights illuminating the pure white suit he was donned in, he glanced absentmindedly in the direction of the beams, registering he was overlooking what he assumed was the city. "Hmph," he breathed, before realizing how his hands were moving naturally.

Like someone who was able to move his limbs for the first time, in a daze, he moved random parts of his body from head to sole. As though he still had trouble believing the hunk of machinery he pried open was able to sync with his brain with such a manner, he began testing out sporadic movements to the point where he even began jumping down the dimly lit hall he was within.

Before he knew it, he was sprinting with a twitch of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, almost invigorated and thrilled by the ability of a mere headset. Presenting a foreign demeanor that was similar to that of a child's, he wanted to get the ball rolling as soon as he could, almost succumbing to his excitement for the real start of the game. "This is pretty fuckin' nea--.." Abruptly coming to a halt, he paused when he not only found himself in a new section of wherever he was, but before his client.

"Minako," he voiced as a greeting in his usual, dismissive tone. Composing himself, he stretched absentmindedly as he continued, "Let's go."

frosted-solitude

yukine to the rescue || yukine x shizuo

└{start} With the slide of a card and the click of a lock, Yukine was finally in his small apartment. He really did like the convenience of just swiping a card and getting to open a door, much similar to the system of a hotel. It was at least much easier than having to get out keys, find the right one, and picking the lock to see if it would open. One of the reasons why Yukine loved this small apartment complex.

It was a long day after a busy shift at Cafe Soleil, Yukine was more fatigued than usual. It was unusual for so many people to be at Cafe Soleil on a usually slow day like this. Which got him scared as he thought of the later busy days. He was still in his butler uniform, but as he was about to head to his bedroom to change, his stomach grumbled.

"Ah… I’m hungry, better cook something." Yukine said to himself, proceeding to the fridge to look for something to eat. He eventually decided on some hot pockets, and just took them out, and started microwaving them immediately. He forgot to put them on a plate, and once he was done microwaving, he took them out, the aroma filling the room, but he saw that there was molten cheese all over the microwave’s base.

"Let’s see, soap.." Yukine muttered, reaching for the nearest soap dispenser, only to realize he had none left. "There should be some in the cupboard…" Yukine bent down to open the cupboard, swinging the hinges.

Well, this definitely wasn’t soap. Yukine stared for a little bit, comprehending the situation and turning the little gears in his brain before realizing what actually was in front of him. It was… Shizuo-sama, or whatever his name was. He was huddled in the cupboard for whatever strange reason. Yukine, finally realizing what happened, fell back on the floor and screamed in shock.

"EHHHH?"

#yukine to the rescue #type: para #(( more like yukine needs the rescue oh ho ho ))

Nearly falling out of the cupboard the moment it was opened, he had obviously been leaning against the door. With his eyes closed and lips parted subtly as his head leaned back against the side of the shelf, upon the sudden exclamation, the blond awoke from a slumber. Drowsily scratching either corner of his eyes, there was a low growl bubbling in his throat as he began to come to his senses, blinking his eyes a few times as though it'd help his sight that was adjusting to the light. "Hm?" he absentmindedly breathed as he nonchalantly swung his legs over so he was sitting, back hunched over his knees. "Wait, what?"

Blinking at the smaller blond that was sprawled out on the floor before him, Shizuo bluntly hissed, "Band-aid kid?" Slow to register the situation, and obvious to his surroundings, with a cocked head, he spat, "What the fuck are 'ya doin' in m' house?" It was only after he offhandedly began raising his voice did he realize he was seated rather high, and soon enough, he recognized he was on a shelf altogether. "What the fu --" leaping from the cupboard, he leaned down to pick the younger boy the collar, on the verge of throwing him out the nearby window -- that is, until a pounding headache caused him to halt in his tracks.

"Awh, what the --.." Abruptly release the younger boy from his grasp, maneuvering the hand he had been using to hold his left temple, he squinted at the other. "Tell me what the hell's happenin', or I'm goin' 'ta shove my stove so far up 'yer --.." Raising an eyebrow, he had finally came to the realization that he was no longer in his apartment, but in a foreign zone as he turned to face a stove that was actually clean. There wasn't a shred of familiarity, and his headache wasn't making the processing any easier. He honestly hadn't a clue as to where he was, or what he was evening doing. According to his logic, the only thing he knew was that the boy he saved from the hospital had to have something to do with it.

"A guy saves a boy from death, an' this is how he's repaid? Screw that. What did fuck did'ja do 'ta me, 'ya little --"

Bright Nova | Shizuo & Minako

The checklist. The all important checklist. Red Bull? Check. Comfty gaming sweatpants? Check. She rubbed the back of her neck, the strains of someone playing Mozart a thin wisp of noise coming through the apartment above despite the late hour and the supposed sound-proofing of the building. Someone was having a good time up there.

She returned to the vital task at hand, holding the fridge open until the glare became too bright and she shut it. Aside from the faint refrain from above, the only sound in 3-b was the constant hum of cold air cycling through the vents, muffling the already soft sound of her bare feet as she padded back to the living room, hurrying a little when she realized what time it was, and the particular task that still lay ahead of her.

“So… ready?” She asked, stepping down onto the lower level depression that formed the living room. Were it just her, she would have preferred to do this in her bedroom, but there just wasn’t space for the both of them in there.

As a further point of contention, they were already going to be on her turf, the least that she could do was be kind enough to place them in the neutral territory of the living room instead of making Shizuo try to fold himself into her computer chair. Which, while providing amusement, would have undoubtedly resulted in it being smashed to smithereens. Tit for tat.

Whether he was or not, Minako plunked the chilled can of Red Bull onto the table, wiping her hand free of moisture against her thigh before reaching for her old VR set.

In truth, she hadn’t planned to use it that night, but she hadn’t planned on her parents getting wind of the news that a serial killer was prowling the streets of Prava and deciding she needed a full-time bodyguard, either. Somehow she suspected that for once her parents were entirely too savvy to the fact that what they were paying for was instead a highly expensive babysitter to keep her from going out at night. (Seriously, leave once at twelve am to take a walk with an unfortunate stranger and you would never hear the end of it.)

So in those changed circumstances, and because Shizuo really needed a cathartic hobby that wouldn’t land him in jail, she was going to be his guide into the wonderful world of online virtual reality gaming. Which meant she gave up the special edition VR bundle set that she’d purchased to go with Para Bellum’s release, because somehow she couldn’t picture Shizuo not balking straight out the window if she tried to make him wear her hot pink one.

"I promise, this won’t be so bad." Probably.

#bright nova #type: para #22ndfool #[ forgive me while I get back into the swing of shizuo ohp #he's pretty mellow today ]

Glancing at his client briefly, a low grunt was Shizuo's only response as he was sprawled out on the living room's floor. While he was rather skeptical of the whole "virtual reality" deal, only just discovering the world with a Nintendo DS Lite, the limitless possibilities intrigued him the most. In a virtual world, as far as he was concerned, there were no restrictions. Overpowered with strength? People wouldn't shriek at the sight of you and flee; you wouldn't be labeled a monstrosity. Throw a person across a street? No one would give you a second glance, considering it was merely part of the game -- the game where the unusual was the ordinary.

Needless to say, it was simple, and yet something he saw as a more promising life. While curiosity got the best of him, he was undoubtedly anxious to venture into a world where people wouldn't know of his name, let alone think anything of it. He could just be. Sure, a reputation could be built as the game progressed, but from what he heard on the miscellaneous gaming challenges he'd normally click pass, even then, being known wasn't necessarily a bad thing. His odds looked fairly decent, and for a change, he thought his luck had taken a turn. Babysitting wouldn't be that bad tonight. ..Right?

Pursing his lips momentarily, he kept on expecting the VR headset that was grasped in his hands -- that is, until his client spoke again. While lying on his back, he arched his chin and looked at her upside down from his position, shrugging subtly, "Yeah, whatever." Doing his utmost not to present a negative atmosphere right off the bat, the blond decided to go into the whole situation with ease. After all, what's the worst that could happen in a video game? He's only ever raged quit once, (which resulted in a broken Nintendo DS Lite), but there was a sliver of faith on that dreary afternoon.

"How do 'ya start?"

Minako dragging poor, innocent Shizuo kicking and screaming into yet another mess?

[wipes a tear] it’s just like old times, except now she won’t frown if he starts punching people across the street. Much.

#rsmeme #meme monday #does the same for shizuo yep

Punching guys..saving the world.. all part of the job. Surprisingly, he wouldn't make that much of a fuss after finding a crystal and obtaining super strength. He just might enjoy babysitting for a change.

#22ndfool #ooc

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Durarara!! + TV Tropes

Shizuo Heiwajima

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▬♦IT'S A SPECIAL DAY DAMMIT ♝ Byakuran & Shizuo

{ ♝ } Byakuran snickered a bit, as lavender hues rested back on the blonde. It was rare but sometimes the other would give in to something he typically didn’t always agree to. He shot the other a grin, before laughing a bit in response.

"Movies it is then~" he hummed back in response, before traveling back to the bags. He certainly was expecting something like that to happen, so he pulled out the few DVDs he had bought on the way over. Prepared, wasn’t he? He held up the DVDs to the other, before going over to the TV and setting it up to place the CD inside.

"I figured something like this, so I was just gonna drop it off and leave~" He hummed back in response before turning back to look at him with a wide grin. "But~ Since you sound happier then usual, I’ll stay~ I already requested off work anyway." As he returned to his task, the movie soon went on. The albino walked back over to the now empty bags, picking them up before reaching into his own personal bag, pulling out another plain white box.

"Catch!" He said, tossing the other it before sitting on the floor to watch the program about to begin as he pressed Play. "It’s a second gift~ Just because your that special!" He exclaimed, though with his teasing tone, it was clear the last part was just a small joke. "Hope you like it! It took me awhile to get everything!"

#it's a special day damnit #type: para #cielodrago #(( ugh I'm always stuck with the work #annnnnnnnd it's finished! Thank you for roleplaying with me stoop! ^^ ))

Prepared bastard, Shizuo thought as he fled from the kitchen and practically rolled onto his living room's white carpet. Laying flat on his back, he squinted in the direction of the DVDs, attempting to make out the titles. Of course, they were all films that the blond actually tolerated, which were only a select few. Fuckin' prepared bastard! How does he even --

Holding his bandaged hand in the air with his other hand tracing the overlays, he absentmindedly riddled off, "So, you not only anticipated 'm injury.. but 'm hunger, movies.. Hell, 'ya even took the day off like 'ya predicated it all. 'Yer freak 'a nature. I don't even remember to get a lighter in October, let alone remember shit like all this." It irked the blond how the other was so --.. so competent. It surely wasn't natural. Alien. Damn Italians.

With a lazy flick of his wrists, Shizuo caught the box, slowly pulling himself into a cross-legged sitting position. Whipping the lid open without much a sense of delicacy, the blond raised an eyebrow. "Oh, joy," he monotonously stated, lifting up a shirt by the shoulders before peering at the rest of the gift. Clothes. Slowly nodding, as though it was a sign of gratitude, he placed the fabric back into its container and onto of the television set.

"Jus' shut up already .. dumbass."

▬♦IT'S A SPECIAL DAY DAMMIT ♝ Byakuran & Shizuo

{ ♝ }”Shi-zu-chan. We are not going drinking again.” Byakuran stated out, giving the other a grin. Truly, in his own drunken states he couldn’t exactly remember anything that happened. All he knew is that there was public property inside the blonde’s home and the city was not happy about that. ”Well,unless you have an undeniable urge to go. It’s your birthday after all~” Though the albino wouldn’t drink.

Well, enough to get drunk.

"You tell me Shi-chan~ It’s your birthday after all!" The albino knew that no matter what he did, it wouldn’t make the other exactly happy but he could try any way. He honestly expected the other just to say then we’re done. It was what he expected anyway, since the other clearly didn’t care unless his little brother was involved.

"Well, I’ll just be taking down the streamers then~" He said in response, before nodding to the pastry in front of the other. "Now, just shut up and eat the cupcake~"

#it's a special day damnit #type: para #cielodrago #(( byakuran can cough up the clothes and we can end it with shizuo being an old movie nerd #after the terminator he would play jurassic park and then the night's finale would be ghostbuster #yep just saying that small headcanon ))

"Oi," he released, leaning back in his chair, "no, that's not what I meant." Snatching up the cupcake after plucking off the candle, the blond grumbled, "I don't --.." He trailed off, wrapping up his speech with a half shrug and pursed lips. Feeling as though his friend should have been able to read his body language just fine, Shizuo didn't feel compelled to voice his lack of interest in an activity that afternoon. He wanted to just stay at home with his wrapped hand and all its glory.

Exhaling a blatantly audible sigh, the blond dismissed the other's response, simply chomping onto his cupcake with his expression contorted like a grump's. With furrowed brows, he finished the dessert off in four bites. Good pick. Brushing the crumbs from the corners of his lips, he finally managed, "The Terminator." That was the code -- that was what Shizuo felt like doing for the rest of the evening if Kasuka wasn't going to make an appearance. Distractions would have sufficed.

"Fuck you," the blond spat, uttering a scoff promptly after. Glancing at a leftover carton of milk remaining on the table, Shizuo took the liberty of finishing off the container with a couple of gulps. "You .. stayin' .. all .. day?"

frosted-solitude

p l e a f o r h e l p || yukine ☓ shizuo

frosted-solitude

└{start} The man decided to stay. It kind of troubled Yukine, since he probably guilt tripped the man unintentionally. They sat in a silence before the man spoke up, curious about the people who beat him up. Should he answer this question…? For all he knew, he could probably be a St. Orwell’s fan, and laugh at him for being from Prava Secondary. Still, it irked Yukine that he thought of not giving the man a proper answer, so he just decided to answer straight.

"Well, some people from St. Orwell’s Academy basically treat me like a punching bag. I mean sure, there are still others that get the same treatment, but today they decided to bring knives and lighters. Ah, just thinking of it makes my wounds hurt a lot more…" Yukine said, recalling some of the events prior to him passing out.

#plea for help #type: para #frostedsolitude #(( shizuo is subconsciously taking yukine under his wing. it is written. ))

Crossing his arms, he closed his eyes as he took in the younger blond's words. Merely taking in what the other had to say, he could only imagine what he felt. From what Shizuo had gathered, he was student, without a doubt, but was relatively small, perhaps even young. While he recognized it to be his most recent client's academy, it bothered him how those instigators felt as though they could do what they pleased with whomever. Even the blond was aware that not everyone had his strength.

"Then don't think about it," he spat, shooting the other a menacing glance. Stupid. Figuring as though he wouldn't accomplish any grocery shopping that even, he began to relax, loosening his rigid bones as he continued, "It doesn't matter if it happens to others -- it shouldn't happen. What the hell is wrong with you kids?" He meant adolescents in general, of course, despite the way it had seemed. Back in his day while teens picked unfair fights, they were usually unfair on their end considering they were against him.

#ooc #refreshingtakashi #kaiigan

❝You must know that I am made of death, from head to foot, and it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you.❞

— What the hell am I doin' 'ere? ☓ S.H.

#rsrp masquerade #[ quotes phantom of the opera because the mun does what she wants ]

#ooc #sorry I was fixing up Lavi's blog bUT YOU ALL ARE SO KIND #I just want to capture you in a cupboard and keep you all as my teacups

you byakuran mun and nagisa mun look very unapproachable ͼ(ݓ_ݓ)ͽ

Nagisa-mun and Byakuran-mun are like little puppies the moment you step into their asks; they’re some of the most welcoming people up for virtually anything! (Have you seen the amount of threads they’re able to bust out? O _ O) While I’m probably not a puppy considering I can be slow to respond at times, I definitely try my utmost to interact/plot with those that come my way and message others when I can.

Ohp, this is getting long, but don’t think of us that way, ‘lil gray! Or, in the very least, don’t think of them as unapproachable, since maybe I’m not seeing myself the way other people see me. But, really, tackle us anytime you want.

#type: ask #flails this makes me feel so bad #I know sometimes when I feel Shizuo might beat someone up #I shoot them an ask through Makoto but gahh is that what they mean? idek anymore #I didn't think Shizuo had much appeal ohp #if you really want to plot with him it's no problem #Anonymous