Demon from the North

Isola affiliated Fyodor Dostoevsky Indie friendly Housing: TOWNHOUSE 252

[godostoevsky]

derflugeldesengels:

Once they’re at a nearby cafe, Licht orders himself a crepe and turns to the man following him.

“What do you want to eat?” A silent offer to pay for the treat, especially since he had invited him here anyway.

“Ah, I’m not that picky but.. I suppose a strawberry shortcake would do, if you will.” He wasn’t really a fan of sweet foods, but he’ll admit to being partial to strawberries, cue the choice.

He made sure to remember this favour as well, though. It’s something to be repaid later on.

[godostoevsky]

anglerfishnabe:

Now that Ogata looked it was the lunchtime. Even then the placed sure filled up fast and just when one got up another would come in. The owner in turn seemed to encourage people to sit the tables of others instead of turning them down or asking to wait for a seat.

Ogata didn’t see this  guy  waiting for an encouragement though. Rather, Ogata  didn’t pay attention until he was getting close to his table.  He looks up from his udon, abura-age still hanging from his mouth before he helps it in. Looking around it really does seem like there’s no seat to take, save for other occupied tables so Ogata sighs a little.

Hand rans through his hair.

“ Do whatever you want I guess. “

“Thank you, sir.” Ever the polite one, he quietly draws his chair to take a seat himself. He’s relatively calm as he waits for the waiter, already set on asking for anything on a discount or something they’d recommend rather than looking through the menu. He wasn’t a picky eater, after all.

Once his order was placed, he turned to the person in front of him again.

“It’s quite busy today, isn’t it?” Though he wasn’t really expecting a reply, an attempt at smalltalk was made.

[godostoevsky]

“Do you trust me?” || @blessedsckura

blessedsckura​:

Sakura looked up at the other for a moment. She just met him now… But she had no reason not to trust him as of now. She looked down before looking up at him. “……You’ve given me no reason not to.” She responded. She remembered how her brother Kamui behaved on their journey, trusting until proven otherwise. She nodded. “….I do…” For now…

“That’s a relief.. I’m sorry to approach you out of the blue like this, but it is getting late and it wouldn’t sit with me to let a young girl wander around alone.” The statement is.. genuine in its tone, at the very least.

“So I wanted to ask if you’d allow me to escourt you to a bit safer place, though I understand it might be much to ask for.”

[godostoevsky]

Maybe it was not the wisest idea for his budget to eat at a restaurant, but he couldn’t really afford to avoid it with his state. He needed to eat at least one decent meal if he had any intention of gaining back his strength after imprisonment. After all, prisons weren’t exactly known for the most pleasant cuisine, and seeing how he didn’t know how to cook, he found himself on the way to one of Cotes’ restaurants.

It seemed it was rather crowded today, however.. Judging by the looks of it, he won’t find a seat unless someone is willing to share their table. Now, Fyodor was no fool, but he was also someone who had nerves of steel and a will just as strong, so, of course, he heads towards the most threatening presence in the room.

Well, the man didn’t seem to be a threat of assault if approached, but he certainly didn’t look friendly, at least that’s the impression Fyodor thought a regular person might have. 

“Excuse me, sir, is this seat taken? I hate to bother you, but it seems a tad bit too crowded to find another free seat. I’ll leave if it’s too much to ask for, though.” He’s calm as always, a small pleasant smile on his face as he makes the request.

@anglerfishnabe

[godostoevsky]

dazaisola:

He felt his skin crawl when the Russian came closer, crouching down next to him, cold eyes inspecting his wounds. Goose bumps built up all over his body after a shiver ran through him, in this moment he was thankful for the fact that he was still dripping with cold, dirty river water. It kept his hair that would have stood on end down for the most part. Showing weakness in front of anyone especially someone he didn’t really consider a friendly acquaintance wasn’t something he’d choose to do.

Was this really fear though or just the cold getting to him? Maybe a mix of both. Though this was one of the few things he’d be fine living with, without the knowledge.

Ears perked up a little when the man so close to him started talking. Fyodor was a man that already knew too much about him but it was just the same the other way around. A game of chess they had been playing ever since their paths crossed.

“Ah, no thank you! An old man once told me not to go with strangers, I’d better listen to that, you know?” A grin spread across his face, masking his pain. “Even if this is slightly painful, I’d rather die than go with you!” Things like that were always uttered with a child like attitude, simply to mock people.

Slowly Dazai started trying to get up, each inch he moved shooting a wave of pain through his body. This wouldn’t work and even if that offer probably couldn’t be trusted, being close to an enemy would help revealing their plans and calculating their next steps. “Hmm, now that I think about it… What is your price?”

As the other man refused the offer, Fyodor was quick to stand up from his spot. He has offered his hand to Dazai, and he chose to slap it away. Fyodor will respect that foolish decision.

“Is that so? Please feel free to thank that old man for your slow and painful death, Dazai.” And with that he had already turned the other way, ready to leave but.. Not even three steps taken, and the man spoke again. Fyodor couldn’t help but chuckle.

“My, my.. Quick to change your mind, are you?” He turned to face Dazai then, a smile on his face there as if it never left his face, a smile that was as cold as the calm water, something that can’t be read at all. “Well, let me put it simply. There was a small.. name change I went through the trouble of having here. My only request is that you go along with it, that shouldn’t be too much, correct?”

It’s a low price to save a life, after all.

[godostoevsky]

// Well, I’m back with some new headcanons and a lot more questions but here’s a isola rp ad capped at 3 to get back on track. //

[godostoevsky]

// BSD chapter 70 got me theorising like hell oh boy

Who the heck are you working for, Dos.. Might call for page updates later oof //

[godostoevsky]

baddestdangerboy:

Practical, he supposes. But also kind of boring– not that he doesn’t appreciate the time limit he’d put himself on.

He shrugs one shoulder and decides quickly enough,

“How bout a burger?”

“A burger.. Well, that’s easy enough. Do you know any good stands, or are you more of a fast food restaurant lover?” He supposed asking wouldn’t hurt, he knew some people tend to be picky with their food, even if it’s something simple like this.

[godostoevsky]

"How did this happen?" || @dazaisola

dazaisola:

Fyodor. Not the last person in this universe he wanted to see but also not someone he had wanted to meet, especially not here. In a moment like this too, where he is weak, vunerable. Anybody could see what happened, there were simply people who tried to tell themselves that this wasn’t the case. The way Dazai preferred it.

“Aaah, I simply fell from the bridge, I’m really clumsy, aren’t I?” The detective laughed it off, a clearly visible fake smile on his lips. The russian man knew what he had tried and he knew that he had failed, again.

The river he had thrown himself into contained a lot of rocks, knocking him unconcious after his body crashed against them. Sadly, he had woken up again, soaking wet on the shore with bloody wounds covering his body.

“My, is that so? You really ought to be more careful. Wouldn’t want to die on us, now would you?”

Of course this demon knew what led to this situation, he knew his current cellmate enough to be able to tell. Now, here is where he couldn’t help but feel somewhat conflicted. It wouldn’t be hard to kill him as he is now, he could simply leave him to die from infection too, river shores aren’t exactly the kindest to open wounds like Dazai’s.

Or he could help, to keep the image he worked to maintain in this city..

With this conflict on his mind, he walks closer, just slightly out of Dazai’s reach before crouching down to have a better look at him, his choice decided soon enough.

“I could help you right now, I know you’re not a big fan of pain and staying here will only make these wounds hurt more. But I won’t do it for free because it’s you, it’s not expensive, don’t worry.” He assures, that pleasant smile on his face as always.

“Well, what do you say?” The offer was genuine but.. was it one to be trusted?

[godostoevsky]

baddestdangerboy:

Badou’s seriously surprised he took mere minutes, expecting to be stood up, actually. He nods, following at his heels.

“That all you went with?”

“I didn’t see a need for anything more than what I needed, that’s all. If I do need more than this, I’ll buy it at a later date.” It made sense, of course. There was no need to buy anything extra when he had a limited budget with a promise of spending it on this payback, too.

“Now then, what would you like? My funds are limited, but they’re at your disposal for now.”

[godostoevsky]

baddestdangerboy:

He actually hadn’t expected immediate payback. A hem-hawing eventual thing, maybe, half assed, definitely. So he blinks slowly.

“Yeah…? Okay, just don’t take all day.”

“Of course.” And with that he’s headed inside. It takes a couple of minutes but soon enough, Fyodor returns with a simple white bag over his shoulder, by now filled with the pamphlets he was carrying around until now.

He looks around in case Badou moved to the side or something like that, offering a smile regardless.

“Well, shall we?”

[godostoevsky]

baddestdangerboy:

He doesn’t say anything to that, but the look on Badou’s face says all he needs to when it comes to faith in humanity or a greater being. To him, at least.

He stops at a pair of wide windows, the display inside filled to the brim in all kinds of things, bags included.

“Gotta equip yourself, then, dontcha? For job interviews too.” He juts his chin towards the window.

That expression does tell him all he needs to know, but he chooses not to comment. To each their own.

As the other signals to the store, Fyodor looks towards it and takes some time observing the contents of the display. It did have what he needed, and perhaps a little more if he was lucky.

“Indeed. Thank you for bringing me here, if you want to wait for a bit I’ll be quick with the purchase. I did promise you payback, didn’t I?”

[godostoevsky]

baddestdangerboy:

Of faith??? He’s taken aback, physically.

“Whaddya mean of faith? Faith in humanity? You’re shit outta luck there, man.”

Weak anemic build, yeah, Badou can see that. It’s not that he’s winded from all this walking, but he doesn’t look like he takes long walks on the beach either.

“Like I said, an office job.”

“Religious faith, but I do still have faith in humanity.”

You’d be surprised by how easily he gets tired, it was only a matter of time here.

“Then an office job it is, I’ll have to look into it more.”

[novaesce-deactivated20210219]

@godostoevsky

It’s been a long while since Allura has been well and truly lost without some form of touchstone to help get her bearings. Even out in the far reaches of the galaxy she was surrounded by familiar people and knew they were just a call away if necessary. It’s overwhelming now that she has time to process, now that she has allowed herself to wander. The city is busy in a way she hasn’t truly experienced in a long while: all the bodies and noise and technology that’s just skewed enough to not seem completely familiar. However, she can’t allow herself to falter too much, Princess and Paladin that she is. 

“Excuse me.” She’s finally able to say once she has her bearings a bit straighter. “I’m so sorry for bothering you, but I was wondering if you knew where the nearest bus stop is?” Last few words said with some hesitancy mixed with hope; she thinks that’s the right thing to refer to them as. “I’ve gotten myself a bit turned around and lost track of them.”

[godostoevsky]

Upon hearing a voice calling out to him, he’s quick to turn on his heel and face the person in question. A woman of rather remarkable features, as far as he was concerned. What would be her request..?

“Ah, of course! I could escort you there if you wish.” The offer is given with his famous polite smile. “Where might you be heading to, miss?” He is already taking a step to the side to let her pass in the right direction, seemingly set on escorting her as he offered. Should this woman choose to accept it, of course.

[godostoevsky]

derflugeldesengels:

Instead of answering about if he was actually lonely or not, he hummed a response as he walked. Loneliness was an emotion he didn’t want other people noticing in him. “…You can come if you want.”

Hopefully this guy didn’t mind sweets, because when left unattended, Licht ate like a child who’s parents were out of town for the week.

A shame it is, then, for Fyodor could read emotion easily. This, however, was something he will keep quiet about for the sake of courtesy. It was no good to be nosey, after all.

“It would be my pleasure.” And so he lets himself walk just a little faster to catch up with the other. Luckily, he’s not really a picky eater, and some sugar could do him good.

[baddestdangerboy]

godostoevsky‌:

“Well, there are some skills that come with someone who works with people a lot. I used to work as an informant in the past, so I had to learn how to read people. That kind of work isn’t something I want to continue here, though.”

Well, Badou wouldn’t exactly be wrong.

“I’ve said it before, I just want to help people. And if this place is truly in a need of a therapist.. I’ll offer just that.”

An informant??? Badou’s ears perk at that. That could have been some competition had he not decided to Not do that here. Good, Badou doesn’t need competition. 

“Ain’t you a good samaritan,” he chuffs. “That’d still getcha lots of contacts, too.” Though, “You’re better off finding something you want to do. Be a cop, a detective, whatever. Though cops are pigs.”

[godostoevsky]

“I’m simply doing as a man of faith should, I assure you.” Well, again, not exactly wrong.

“I’m afraid I’m not exactly fit for work that might require physical effort or strength. I have quite a weak and anemic build, you see.”

[godostoevsky]

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