Izaya Orihara

{Closed AU roleplay blog for Izaya Orihara affiliated with City Scape.}

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New Roommate? | Izaya & Heinkel

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ค๓єภ ☩ ‖ “Ja, danke.”

The blonde returned the other’s polite bow as she watched him do one towards her, allowing her to register within her head that she would probably come across as a polite woman if she returned his manners in the same way. She needed all of the cover that she could at this point, and if that meant sucking up to this guy then so be it. Though, something about him honestly told her t be cautious, knowing within her gut that something wasn’t right with him. He was intelligent though, he could tell by the way he spoke.

When his eyes met hers, Heinkel failed to flinch nor twitch in the wrong way. Her mind and soul was used to these situations, coming from the Vatican straight to a society that was in a corrupt and devastating situation. Someone like this guy here was nothing compared to having a vampire glaring at you with blood-lust within their eyes, or a man staring into your soul with a gun to your stomach. All of these situations had hardened Heinkel, getting her calm and collected when something bad happens- all beneficial to the assassin.

She tilted her head a little as she listened to his voice speaking to her, watching his face as he did speak. There was nothing out of the ordinary about his facial expressions at all, as if he was a pro at meeting people and telling them about similar situations as this. It was strange to her, causing alarm bells to ring within her head but she kept such worries to herself, replying to his words instead.

“I am sure zhat ve vill get along fine und stay out of trouble, vhich means zhat I am not zhat vorried meinself.” She allowed silence to fall before speaking to him again, answering his offer with gratitude. “Danke, I shall keep zhat in mind if I am in a pinch.”

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A smile lit Izaya’s face as he moved to sit on the sofa, settling into a relaxed posture to help and ease the atmosphere. To his roommate’s credit, the atmosphere was actually not all that tense to begin with, as they were both simply wanting to get along as best they could off the bat. Still, the more casual he could appear, the more likely it was that Heinkel would come to trust him – or, at the very least, trust him well enough to partake of his services, and maybe even divulge some information of her own, though the question of him earning her complete trust was yet up in the air.

He gave an acknowledging tilt of his head and allowed the silence to stretch for a moment before opening his mouth to speak again. “If you don’t mind me asking, what kind of business do you have in this city? Well, it’s not like I mean to pry, but you understand, don’t you? That Hashiro City is anything but a peaceful city. On the other hand, it hovers, right now, on the brink of calamity, as the factions become increasingly aware of each other.” His smile grew and a certain mischievous glint entered his eyes. “I wonder how much tauter this rope can be pulled before something breaks. Well,” he added, deciding to change the topic after a momentary pause, “you can rest assured that your allies won’t alter my opinion of you one way or the other. I am, after all, just a simple information broker with no affiliation. I have no stakes in this grand game.”

His interest was simple: to see how it all played out. There would have to be, he knew, sooner or later, a clash between the ruling Organisation and the rebel force, one that might just determine the future of this city. He would offer a push or light shove here and there, but he was, for the most part, a non-player, only offering his information to the players who needed it. Once his game here was concluded, he would likely slither back to Shinjuku where he’d come from.

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New Roommate? | Izaya & Heinkel

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ค๓єภ☩ ‖ She had already looked around her as she stood in the room, her eyes falling upon the male as he spoke to her. There was something odd about this one, but then again, that was coming from a woman that was dressed as a priest that works as an assassin. Her blue eyes were fixed upon the other as she remained there, suspicions rising as she did so. There was no way she was going to cause problems here, since if she caused problem she would have to kill, and that meant even more problems for her in the long run. Time to get along with him, despite not being much of a sociable person.

“Ja. Mein name is Heinkel, und I am jour new roommate I suppose.” she paused before letting out a sigh, hating this already. “It’s a pleasure, Izaya.”

She had no idea what to do now, seeing as she had 4 guns strapped to her underneath her thick priest cloak. She was once in the Vatican assassin unit, killing anyone who dared fight against their wishes, but that was a long time ago. Both the Vatican and the times had changed now and therefore caused her to move on from it and work for the Organisation. This is where she was going to become stuck- sneaking out of here was going to be hard with a roommate. Perhaps she just needed to jump out of the window more often.

“I von’t cause too many problems for jou, I can assure jou zhat.”

She smiled a rather fake smile at him, peaking in a tone that he barely used towards others. It was kind, and yet so fake. As long as it got her out of suspicions of the other then he really didn’t care about how she handled this. All she wanted was to come home to a peaceful home after a nice day of killing someone.

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“The pleasure is mine, Heinkel,” the informant said, offering a slight, polite bow. A priest, by the looks of her attire. What a priest might be doing in a city like this one, where clashes were abound as the resistance forces fought tooth and nail to drive back the Organisation, he didn’t really know. Whatever her business here might be, however, Izaya would like to know, as he didn’t doubt that a mutual agreement between them would only be beneficial. After all, as an unaffiliated informant, he could offer much to anyone willing to partake of his services.

He lifted his eyes to meet hers. Her accent… Wasn’t it German? Come to think of it, her name, Heinkel, sounded pretty German, as well. Not that it mattered much at the end of the day, he supposed. Still, if she hailed from Germany, then she had travelled a fair distance to get here… And that meant she had some kind of business here, didn’t it? No, not if she had been in the area for other reasons, though he couldn’t deny that something seemed… odd about her. Perhaps that wasn’t the right word, but he could tell, with his sharp perceptions, that all was not as it seemed with this one. Just what that entailed, he couldn’t be sure yet, but his curiosity had been piqued.

Regardless, it seemed that she wanted to get along just as much as he did, a fact for which he was grateful, as he was not particularly keen on being saddled with a troublesome roommate. He still wouldn’t be so foolish as to leave his guard down around this person when he knew nothing about her, but it was at least a relief to know that she wouldn’t try to bother him.

“Well, I’ll do my best to not be troublesome to you, either, then. Personally, I’m not too worried about it. I think we can get along just fine, and I’ll try not to tread on your turf too much.” He paused for a moment, his mouth pulling up into a small grin. “Though if you ever need my services, all you need do is ask. I can offer many things and, as long as it’s in my power and worth my while, I’ll be more than glad to provide my assistance.”

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Rendezvous || ~Izaya and Blake~

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It wasn’t like she trusted him. Really, did anyone trust this guy? Still, he was good at his job, and she had to do her part. She walked briskly, though careful not to look too suspicious, she just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. But then again, a cat was perfectly capable of dealing with a snake, wasn’t it?

“…I guess so. If you like lazy days,” she greeted tersely as she sat down beside him. Better to look less suspicious. She drew a book from her bag and opened it, amber eyes fixed on the pages before she spoke again. “You wanted information, didn’t you? After all, what other informant would risk dealing so closely with people like us?”

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Izaya breathed a soft sigh as Blake sat beside him, watched as she casually opened a book, her eyes moving down to fix upon its pages rather than the informant with which she had arranged to meet. Some people might find such casual disregard of attention rude, but Izaya remained unperturbed. Indeed, the more casual they looked, the better, but aside from even that, he was more intent on the information she could offer him, as an inside worker for the Organisation, than anything else. In return, of course, he would keep to his end of the bargain. Such was the deal they had worked out, and thus their relationship remained that of strictly business partners. Perhaps she could do with some lightening up, but he wouldn’t be too bothered so long as she remained loyal to him – well, as loyal as a business partner would ever be, that was.

“That’s right,” he said, leaning back in the bench and turning his eyes out to lazily track the passersby with his gaze instead. “Well, it would ill befit me to turn away a source of potentially interesting information, wouldn’t it? And I assume you already know what kinds of things I can offer in return.” As an Organisation member, it only went to figure that she would find some of his information worthwhile, as well. It was, after all, in his nature to accumulate all kinds of intelligence from around the city – the resisting force, the controlling Organisation, and even those officially unaffiliated. Thus, that they could strike a worthwhile bargain was only an inevitability, a fact they were both doubtlessly well aware of, that was reflected in the gleam in the information broker’s red eyes.

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New Roommate? | Izaya & Heinkel

ค๓єภ ☩ ‖ Roommates? What sort of place was this? The female let out a small sigh as she heard that she was getting her own roommate to live with her. She was hardly the sociable type, so when sh heard about this she had dreaded the day that h had to move in with someone. Her eyes gazed upon the door as she had reached it, staring at it as she readied herself to enter. There was just no way she was going to know what this person was like inside, and if they were a do-gooder, then that meant nothing but trouble for this assassin. She needed to be careful.

The assassin let out yet another sigh as she put her hand upon the door handle and turned it. It was open, so did that mean that they were here already? He opened the door and entered, looking around the room as soon as she did so. The room that she walked into much be the lounge, because there were sofas and other things that indicated it. It looked pretty cosy, but she didn’t have time to relax. She needed to met her roommate.

“Hallo? Anyvone here?”

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The day was overcast and, on the whole, not too busy for a certain informant, even given that it was a Wednesday, and so Izaya was lounging around in his room. Specifically, as he was ever wont to do, he was sitting cross-legged on his bed, the personal laptop he’d brought along resting on the mattress in front of him, displaying his usual haunts – that same old chatroom, the Dollars site, and a few other tabs that he’d been poking around. He had nothing particularly interesting or important planned for today – it was just that kind of relaxed, boring kind of day – and so he was just killing time, more or less, conducting some research, his various phones arrayed out around him in case anyone needed to reach him.

Well, although he didn’t have anything important planned for today, he was expecting company, of sorts, as he had been informed that he was to be receiving a roommate. He knew yet little of her, and although the uncertainty regarding her nature and allegiance in this city’s affairs ruffled his feathers a little bit, he was certain that, regardless, they could come to a working agreement of neutrality. After all, as an unaligned broker of information, he could be helpful to just about anyone and everyone willing to pay him his fees.

The slight creaking of the door as it opened alerted Izaya to the arrival of his expected company, and a small smile tugged at his mouth. He quickly typed out a message to the chatroom’s other frequenters, then closed his laptop lid and stepped out into the main room. “Hello,” he said, studying the appearance of this person who was, presumably, to be his new roommate. “You may know me as Izaya Orihara. You are, I assume, the new resident here?”

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Rendezvous || ~Izaya and ???~

It was a relatively calm, lazy Saturday evening that saw Izaya sitting on a bench in the park, looking reasonably relaxed as he surveyed the surrounding area. On the surface, there wasn’t much going on today. After all, it was the weekend, and so many people had it as their day off from their mundane jobs. As a result, many people were out, walking with their dogs or friends or lovers. But Izaya’s eyes moved lazily past all of these people, falling instead on a lone approaching figure. The informant’s gaze flitted down to his phone to make note of the time, and then back up, a pleasant smile pulling at his mouth.

“Ah, hello,” he greeted, rising to his feet as the figure drew near. “It’s a pleasant day, isn’t it?” he asked, gesturing to the clear sky above. He fell silent for a moment, then waved a hand dismissively. “But you’re not here for that, I suppose.”

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Hell’s Pawn // Ai  & Izaya

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With Wanyudo staying nearby, a young girl approached. Kikuri was no doubt planning to interfere, so she listened to him speak before bringing him back to his own world, in the room she had taken him from. Just as she had though, Kikuri had tagged along. Although Ai was ready to leave, the little girl wasn’t going to have that, and she knew it.

Before Ai could open her mouth, the younger girl was speaking. “Lots and lots of centuries! Longer than you’ve been along, huh? A lot of people are just like her! Getting everything taken from them..even though they never did anything wrong. You remember don’t you?” Those words had surely answered his question, but the little girl was overstepping her boundaries. 

“Stop that.” Despite how chatty the younger one is, she did respect Ai, and she shut up rather quickly, and Ai turned back to Izaya. “..There are many reasons why people contact me.” Some people did it for personal gains, but many people had to save their own lives.

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A sudden shift of scenery, back to his room in Hashiro City, so abrupt and disorienting that Izaya felt a wave of nausea rise in his chest. He sucked in his breath and closed his eyes for a moment, willing his racing heart to calm down, before opening them once more and taking a quick look around. Everything was much the same as he’d left it, though why should he expect any different? Regardless, there was something inherently soothing about being back in the familiar room, and, feeling at ease once more, he turned his gaze onto the girl that had apparently tagged along. He didn’t recognise her, though Ai seemed to, and the agent of Hell didn’t look too pleased by what she had revealed.

“I see,” the informant replied, unable to completely hide his surprise despite himself. Certainly, the girl had done more than answer his question – she seemed to have slipped into a topic that Ai wasn’t too eager to dive into. It sparked a certain curiosity within Izaya, though. Just how many people like Ai were there out there? This was the first Izaya had investigated a case like this one, involving so many mysterious disappearances, but now he had to wonder… Just how many of these cases slipped through the cracks?

And… what had the girl meant by “getting everything taken from them”? There was more to this case – to Ai, to the others like her that evidently existed – that warranted some kind of investigation, if only to ease Izaya’s own curiosity.

“It almost sounds like you’re here of someone else’s design,” he said in a quiet but light tone. Then his gaze flitted back to the unknown girl and hovered there, curious. “Who are you, anyway? I don’t recall seeing you before.”

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might just disappear || izaya & kido

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Her worry had been well-founded it seemed, as she was suddenly bumped into before she could make her move. She staggered forward, eyes wide as her power lost effect. Well, so much for that. She pressed her lips together in a thin line, sucking in a breath as the person apologized. “No, it’s fine, I should have been paying more attention,” she responded, turning to face the person.

Something about this person seemed…suspicious? Someone she ought to be wary of. But she supposed there was also something familiar about him. “I was the one who just stopped like that so..are you alright?” She did feel a little guilty, wondering if she’d startled the male. 

Maybe it was just her imagination, but something almost seemed to scream she ought to be wary of him. It almost reminded her of staring down a snake in the grass, or when you knew a pan on the stove was hot and not to touch it. It was just some sort of warning itching at the back of her mind but..surely he hadn’t seen her powers at work…?

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Could it have been something as simple as absent-mindedness on Izaya’s part that had led him to bump into this girl, only failing to notice her because of his lack of focus? Perhaps if he had not been so keen on this, if he had not explicitly noticed the sudden but clear gap in the crowd of people, if he did not have as sharp a mind as he did, he would consider that possibility. As it was, however, he was certain of it – she had vanished entirely from sight and, somehow, his bumping into her had somehow negated it.

“About that,” he said, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his head, “I’m fine, but it’s weird. I could have sworn there was nobody here just a moment ago, and yet I just bumped into you somehow. How rude of me, though. Are you all right? You look a little out of it.” Well, to be more precise, he could have sworn he saw a glint of suspicion and wariness enter her eyes as she beheld him, but could she already suspect that he knew something he shouldn’t? Either she was a perceptive one or paranoid, and maybe even both. Either way, as long as she would be willing to perform the odd job here and there for him, he would be happy to count her as a contact. But that was an opportunity that he would present later.

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Yositsugu did work for anyone who was willing to pay him the price, and since he wasn’t too fond of the people he was currently working under, the strategist was honestly thinking about betraying them by giving information to someone else about their devious plots. This was a great way to escape all of that though so such thought s always escaped him until the next day when he had to meet with his clients.

His silent, calm yet piercing eyes were fixed upon the glistening sky above him, waiting for the the to either move or talk to him- or maybe even both. Either way, one of them happened, causing his gaze to slowly turn and look at the other once he sat down crossing his legs next to the man. When the other commented about the night, he nodded before looking back at the sky, allowing this moment to strategies within his head what was going to happen tomorrow.

“It is yes.”

There was a small moment of silence between them ad Yoshitsugu sat there thinking too much into his strategic plans and other business that should be left behind at times like this. He wondered what this other male did or a living too, since this place was full of thugs, thieves and Mafia. Was he too part of an evil gang, or perhaps his own self-employed business with a devious side to it? Who knows? He was sure he would find out soon enough though.

“Yoshitsugu Otani.” He simply commented before bowing his head to the other. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Izaya Orihara.”

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Izaya watched, fascinated, as Yoshitsugu bowed his head before him. “The pleasure is mine,” the informant stated, offering a small bow of his own head in return. It was just a polite gesture, and, though the informant’s interests lay, as always, elsewhere rather than the arbitrary social norms, he also knew that if he didn’t put on a nice and amicable front, he would soon be lacking in customers.

“Well, truthfully, I didn’t expect that anyone I met at this hour would be someone as pleasant as you, Yoshitsugu. I had half a mind to just continue walking, though I don’t regret my decision otherwise. One must wonder, though, ” he added, turning his quizzical gaze onto the man once more, “what kind of job you work that keeps you out so late. Well, your business in this city in general, I think, is a topic worthy of discussion. Though, I know, you’re probably thinking something like, ‘Why should I trust this man I’ve barely met?’ You may, after all, consider your profession, and, indeed, alignment in this city, a secret. I cannot fault you for such thinking, and so I will try to allay your fears by telling of myself first.

“I, myself, am still fairly new to this city, truth be told. Before Hashiro, I had an apartment in Shinjuku. Before that, I lived in Ikebukuro. Well, circumstances necessitated my moving out of Ikebukuro and into the relatively safer area of Shinjuku, where I made my living as a broker of information. It might suit your needs to learn that I still make my living by selling information, just as it may suit your needs to know that I am sided neither with the new ruling Organisation or the rebel force trying to take it back. I am what you would perhaps call a neutral party in these affairs, and was drawn here by… something else. A curiosity, perhaps.”

All truths, of course. It wouldn’t do him any good if Yoshitsugu sniffed out any holes in his tale later, and, besides, none of this was exactly information he would consider a secret here. His hope, then, was that he would get to learn a little more of the man beside him by opening up so. Humans were more likely to trust the people who struck them as honest, after all.

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might just disappear || izaya & kido

Music hummed in her ears as her thumb ghosted over the play button on her ipod, tucked safely in the pocket of her hoodie. Crowds always set her on edge, especially if she was feeling particularly embarrassed–like she was right now after her gaze fell on that rabbit plush in the window. Her cheeks burning and she tried to force herself to avert her eyes..but wasn’t this going to make her stand out even more? 

She pressed her lips together as her gaze shifted, carefully making sure no one was watching her. And then her eyes flashed red as she masked her presence. At least this way, she’d be just as good as invisible. Providing no one bumped into her, of course. She let out a sigh, forcing herself to step away from the display. The last thing she needed to do was spend money on something like that before she bought her groceries. It’d be even more embarrassing to have to carry it home.

She’d surely be teased if…ah, that was right. She still needed to find him, didn’t she? There were more important things to worry about right now..but she could count on the others to take care of things while she was here. “Get groceries, and go home,” she murmured to herself. That ought to keep her on track for now.

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There was nothing particularly special about the girl on first glance. She was just standing there amongst the crowd, with earbuds in her ears, presumably with music blaring to fight the noise of the crowded sidewalk. In fact, she struck Izaya as so unimportant that his gaze glossed right over her, barely even noticing her presence. He was standing out here for another reason today. He was looking for somebody specific.

But he was distracted by his task when, as he raked his gaze over the crowd again, he noticed a blank spot. Well, with a sidewalk this crowded, spaces didn’t just… appear, or stay for very long, for that matter. Truthfully, it was hard to notice, but that it was there did register for him. How peculiar… he thought, but didn’t think too much of it. But then he remembered, hadn’t there been that person standing there just a moment ago? Well, given the crowded state of the sidewalk, it was hard to imagine that she managed to squeeze through and escape so quickly… Wait, could she have teleported? Could she be one of those entities, then?

His curiosity now adequately piqued, the informant picked his way carefully through the crowd to examine the spot where the girl had been. Only, to his surprise, he bumped right into something solid when he reached the spot. “Whoa, my apologies, I didn’t see you there,” he said quickly. When he looked, though, there was definitely that same girl, standing there just like she had been. But… that was surely impossible, right? Had she really just turned invisible? Had he just stumbled upon a girl possessing such a power? She could be a huge asset to him, if that were the case.

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He sat there nearly every night, watching the stars and the moon that glistened beautifully like diamonds on a silken cloth. It always relaxed the workaholic, so whenever he needed a break he would simply wait until the night to watch the sky. This was his exact reasons to being out this late, but he had actually been returning from work himself this time around, which meant that these two were on a similar situation, right?

“I am returning home myself, but I decided to sit down and simply watch the moon.” He replied to the other’s words after listening to them, taking the in at the same time. “It is a beautiful sight, and I do this every night.”

He then looked at the other as he spoke the last part of his comment, taking in the other’s appearance. He seemed to be rather.. devious? Something about him caused Yoshitsugu to be on edge, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He didn’t show it anyway, seeing as he was way too calm for such things.

“You may join me if you wish.”

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At the man’s words, Izaya’s gaze traced back up to the sky, glittering with the infinitesimal lights of so many stars. It was, he reflected, truly a wondrous sight to behold. Even someone like him could appreciate such a thing every now and then, even though he was more inclined to find value in humans rather than something inanimate like a star or the moon.

After a moment’s brief hesitation as the informant considered the offer, he wandered over and sat cross-legged on the ground not too far from the man in the mysterious attire. “Well, I may as well,” he said casually. “It is a lovely night tonight, after all.” It wasn’t necessarily such a strange ritual, he supposed, to admire the night sky after a day of work, though that fact alone still didn’t automatically absolve the man of the possibility of doing something shady for a living. Not that Izaya would turn him in to any authorities over it – on the other hand, Izaya himself made a living in strange and not entirely legal methods. He just thought that, maybe, this guy could be a worthwhile contact.

“Izaya Orihara,” he said after a time by way of introduction. “And what’s your name?”

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Hell’s Pawn // Ai  & Izaya

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So she was correct in saying that he had some sense. It wasn’t as if she really enjoyed ferrying people to hell in the first place. The expression didn’t show on her face, but she was slightly relieved. “Wanyudo.” The doll returned to her hand, and as she placed it on the ground, it turned back into the bald old looking man with the red scarf. If he didn’t want it then she had no reason to have him here, and it was time to send him back.

His question however, intrigued her ever so slightly. “..I have never encountered such a person.” In theory, she could never encounter someone who could beat her. Mess with her a bit, sure. But someone she couldn’t ferry? Impossible. Between her abilities, the support and orders of the god of Hell, and the illusions she produced, it simply couldn’t happen. Before sending people to hell, she always would produce illusions to terrorize them with her assistants. Honestly, they did most of the terrorizing part, trying to prompt the victim of the curse to confess to what they did wrong. The person often confessed and then right after pleaded saying that it wasn’t wrong. Watching it for so many years was truly painful, but it was her job. The space was in her control, and so were the illusions, and what the person would see.

One of the few times she had screwed up was turning her boat around her someone, returning them to earth after they were cursed. That was..a mistake she wouldn’t make again, no matter how much it hurt or got to her. His final question however, she wasn’t sure how to answwer. Simply put, her answer was: yes. Pretty much everyone who contacted her was dead set on using her services. “True hell lies in the hearts of humans. Most people who contact me follow through.”

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Izaya watched as the doll returned to Ai’s hands, and then transformed back into the scarf-clad man. How peculiar this magic was, Izaya thought to himself, and felt an involuntary shudder rip down his spine. There was no telling what other kinds of tricks this little Hell girl had up her sleeve. Truthfully, as curious as the informant was about her, he also wasn’t particularly keen on sticking around in this otherworldly realm she had whisked him away to any longer than necessary.

“I see,” he replied simply, and wondered how long she had been doing this, what kinds of people she had dragged to suffer the eternal pain and suffering that was, allegedly, Hell. Could she be the one person who actually possessed the capability to end Shizuo, despite all the monstrous strength that idiot possessed? …Probably not. As amusing an image it was to visualise, Izaya also found it hard to believe that he would fall to the likes of this girl, no matter what kinds of demonic powers she possessed. He also wondered, as weird as it may be, the kinds of thoughts that must have plagued this girl. Well, that was assuming that her job left an impact on her, though she also probably wasn’t human, so maybe her task didn’t actually rattle her at all. Now that was a frightening thought, indeed.

“You must be good at this, then. How interesting. How long have you been doing it? Do you ever have to drag someone into Hell who didn’t deserve it? Well,” he added after a moment’s thought, “I suppose that is subjective, isn’t it? After all, how could you or even I ever be able to judge someone’s worth like that? Still, it might be interesting to think about. How many of those people would have wound up in Hell anyway, and how many might have made their way into Heaven.” Another pause, ended with a sigh. “Still, how desperate does someone have to be to sell their soul to the Devil just to kill someone else? How short-sighted!”

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Just Don’t Ask || Izaya & York

Do you ever just sit and contemplate life? Like just sit somewhere really random, on your own and think about everything you have ever done, everything you regret, everything you don’t. Well York was having one of these moments in the bar. His drink was starting to go warm but, it didn’t really bother him as back in the good old days, the beer was always warm. The brunettes mind drifted from memory to memory, one thing was very certain though, he missed every single one of those nerds.

However, the melancholy was short lived as York suddenly started seeing flashes, Not now! He thought angrily to himself. It’s not real, he would repeat to himself as the images flush back to him. Regardless of the reminders, it all felt extremely real; the people were the same, the building was the same and the situation was the same. All York could do is sit, bite his knuckle and wait until its all over. 

Once reality was reality once more, York felt his throat tighten as everything suddenly became very loud and very dangerous. Downing his drink, he left money on the bar before hastily leaving. But, when you’re in a rush, you’re bound to knock into people aka. Brushing past someone, York almost sent them flying. He muttered an, "Excuse me,” before leaving the bar all together. He just sort of stood outside, trying to gather his thoughts as the cold wind hit him straight on.

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Well, it wasn’t every day that Izaya entered a bar, though it wasn’t exactly uncommon for him to do so, either. Granted, usually his feet only scuffed the floor inside such an establishment when he was meeting someone for whatever reason – though, of course, that reason was usually business-related. He would then order himself a simple glass of water, to keep his mind and thoughts clear and sharp as ever, though sometimes he might spice things up with a wine or sake.

Today, the informant was just getting up to leave, as his client had left not long before, both satisfied with the meeting’s closure, when somebody frenziedly pushed past him. The force of that shove was enough to send Izaya stumbling back, though he managed to catch himself on a wall before he fell. Confused, he stared after the man who was so obviously in a rush to escape – but escape from what? Was he being chased even now, his pursuers blending cleverly into the other people scattered about? Or was the threat something else, something haunting him in his mind? Whatever it was, Izaya noted that the man’s face was pale, and was that sweat beading his forehead, sliding down his cheeks? As the man came to a halt outside, standing seeming unperturbed by the biting wind, Izaya came to a decision and approached him.

“Are you all right? You look harried… Well, by that, I mean it looks like something’s bothering you.” He fell silent for a moment, watching the man in front of him, silently gauging what kind of man he might be. Then, “My name’s Izaya Orihara, by the way. You bumped into me on your way out, so I could hardly help but notice when you looked so stricken.”

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New Roommate || ~Izaya and Ciel~

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Oh boy, this was going to be one hell of a day. Ciel had been given a new home and to make it all the better he had a room mate. Such blasphemy, he should be by himself, like he was back in his mansion! This room mate had better not be troublesome…

Ciel had looked quite a mess though, a scarf carelessly and somewhat ‘wrapped’ around his neck, his hair in a mess and his clothing all over the place. This was going to be an absolute disaster. He was sure to be laughed at by the commoner he was going to be roomed with.

The young lad soon approached the building and knocked once on the door before entering, laying eyes upon a male. He certainly looked a lot older. However, Ciel had a funny feeling about him. Something about him made his skin crawl. It almost made Ciel feel physically sick but soon shoved it away when he was introducing himself. He cleared his throat.

"I am Ciel Phantomhive… though shouldn’t proper gentlemen greet their new aquaintances with a handshake?" Nobility as a first strike.

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Was the dishevelled boy standing before him – Ciel Phantomhive, as it were – from a royal bloodline? Though Izaya would not have guessed as much from just his first appearance here and now, the snooty way in which he spoke, coupled with throwing around the term ‘proper gentleman’, drew the informant to that conclusion. So then, the question became, what was a high-class brat doing poking his nose around in this danger-infested city? Could he, perhaps, be the son of somebody important, like the head of the new ruling Organisation? Izaya would have to make a note to keep a careful eye on this one. No telling what he might be up to, after all.

Even while entertaining such shady and suspicious thoughts, however, the expression on Izaya’s face remained placid and friendly. The corners of his mouth stretching into an amicable smile, he complied with the boy’s evident wishes and extended his right hand out towards him, bringing his sharp red-brown eyes up to meet Ciel’s blue ones. “My bad, then.”

He paused and waited for Ciel to release his hand, and then drew it back to his side with an amused snicker. “I must say, though, you are quite the odd one, aren’t you? Well, I just say that because you strike me as a little young to be getting wrapped in affairs here. Yet, here you are. How… peculiar.”

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The Informant Is In || ~Izaya and Sebastian~

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Sebastian had moved towards the informant’s room just like he had been told to do so. If the Organisation’s boss hadn’t made this human sound so interesting, he wouldn’t have bothered to even leave the place never mind come and see this man. This information broker was a devious man, someone who enjoyed playing with people, and to be honest it was his type of man. One piquing his interest like this was rare, and since he had been here it was even rarer. He moved lightly upon his feet, making very little noise as he moved onwards.

His gaze was fixed upon the door as he stood there, ringing the doorbell as he did so. He had no idea what to expect, and since he was a demon in a human world, he wasn’t too sure whether to expect another demon or not either. It was dark and depressing here- enough for a demon to thrive off, so he honestly didn’t push the thought aside when the door opened in front of him. However, it was quickly disposed of when he laid his eyes upon the human causing Sebastian to smirk. A human who manipulated and used others. This was growing to me worth his while already.

”Good evening. I presume that you are Izaya Orihara?”

He knew that a charade was needed from himself here, because this man knew how to read people. That, and he would like to play along with this game for a while. This man standing in front of him had honestly caught his attention, so now it was time to see why.

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A man with black hair and eyes even redder than Izaya’s stood there as the informant pulled the door open. He was given pause when the man spoke his name – his full name, too! Given that he had just moved into this city not long ago, that someone would already know about him, and move, presumably, to intercept him for whatever reason… Well, whoever had sent this man had to be well-informed, and that was something the information broker could appreciate, though it also ruffled him a little bit. That he might have competition over brokering his wares in this city was something that didn’t quite sit well with him.

“Yes, that’s me,” he replied, his voice as calm and nonchalant as the smile touching his mouth. “Sorry, but who gave you my name and address?” If he could get a name, a lead, he could maybe send some pawns out sniffing after this as-of-yet unknown identity. If not, well, he wasn’t too concerned about it yet.

More pressing was the issue of this man’s sudden arrival. He had come, evidently, seeking Izaya. Now that he had found him, what would he want? Was this just a visit to scope out the new informant’s personality, or could there be a more sinister reason for this visit? Though that did seem unlikely, given that he had just arrived at Hashiro recently, and thusly hadn’t made any enemies yet.

Still, one could never be too cautious. Curious about the man’s intention, Izaya studied his face, and found it strangely hard to read. He would be lying if he said this fact didn’t perturb him. Nothing about him thus far indicated that he had any reason to attack, though, so perhaps that was good enough for now. He was definitely a curious fellow, though…

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Yoshitsugu peacefully sat outside in the local park enjoying the tranquillity that surrounded him. This was a rare opportunity so the male decided to make the most of it before some sort of trouble makers came along and caused problems. He hadn’t found himself a job in a while either, giving out his knowledge to the one who pays for it. Either way, he was happy here despite the chaos and hatred that surrounded him.

He sat against a tree with his hand upon his leg, knowing that he was probably out of the way sitting in that area. Regardless of that, there seemed to be someone staring at him. Did they want to approach him, or did they simply think to themselves ‘why the hell is someone sitting in the park this time of night?’. Either way, the strategist soke out to them, allowing his calm yet quiet voice carry out towards them politelly.

"Did you want something?"

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The moon already rode high in the sky when Izaya’s footsteps, muffled by the park’s well-groomed grass, came to a stop. Illuminated by the light cast by the moon and its starry companions, the informant saw a man sitting beneath a tree, his back pressed to the trunk and a hand resting upon his leg. The man himself may well have been out-of-place just by virtue of his strange attire, but then one also had to ask why he was out here at such a late hour. Well, true enough, one could also levy that question at Izaya himself. It was usually illicit dealings that went on under cover of the night, and usually the criminal sorts who would be out skulking around at this hour. Gangs made their moves, drug dealers made their profits, and information brokers took note of these things.

“Not really,” Izaya replied with a casual shrug of his shoulders. “Actually, I was just on my way back home and thought to cut through the park here. I just couldn’t help but wonder what you’re doing out here by yourself so late.”

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Sometimes, being out on the streets made her nervous, even if she was simply on her way home from school. It wasn’t like she was defenseless but, it was eerie feeling like you were being watched. Especially knowing that organization was out there. There was no telling what could happen at any time.

But she kept her head down, eyes focused on where she was heading, like always, clutching her bag to her chest. At least this way she’d be sure to avoid any sort of trouble…hopefully without resorting to that. 

It seemed to be working too, at least, until she turned the corner, running headlong into someone. Her bag hit the ground, falling open in the process as a few of her books spilled out. Her glasses knocked askew, Anri hurriedly reached up to adjust them, unsteadily raising her gaze to the person she’d just crashed into.

“I-I’m so sorry…I wasn’t paying attention,” she began softly. “Um…A-are you alright?”

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It wasn’t uncommon for Izaya to wander aimlessly through the streets of the city. It had become a commonplace enough activity for him back in Ikebukuro and Shinjuku, and was a habit he would be loathe to part with. Aside from helping him to learn the area, and even ignoring the fact that he sometimes got to witness some pretty amazing things occur first-hand, it was just a nice leisurely exercise. He didn’t hate his apartment – on the other hand, he found it adequately cozy – but the need to leave the enclosed space of it gripped him all the same. Of course, he wasn’t stupid or careless – anyone who might need to reach him for business or otherwise could contact him on a number of his various cell phones. It was just that, well, hardly anything exciting happened in his apartment – all the excitement was out here, in the city itself!

Well, on this particular day, the informant was strolling down the sidewalk, enjoying the breeze that ruffled his hair so slightly, and scrolling through a website idly. Usually, even with his attention diverted to his phone, Izaya could manoeuvre his way past people as needed, but today he didn’t have the time to react as someone – a girl – crashed into him from around the corner.

“Hmm?” Curious, he pulled his hand with the phone down to his side and looked at the girl, who looked to be anxious and in a hurry for something. His gaze then shifted to the scattered books.

“Are these yours?” he asked, though he already knew the answer – nobody else was around right now. “Oh, no, I’m fine, don’t worry about that,” he added, as he knelt down to gather up her dropped belongings. He straightened the pages of the books, closed them, and stuffed them back into the bag, before handing this to the girl. “Are you all right, though? You look worried about something.”

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New Roommate || ~Izaya and Ciel~

A roommate.

Izaya was sitting on the sofa, idly browsing the web on his laptop, when the news came in on one of his cellphones that he was to be getting a roommate. He wasn’t particularly bothered by this update, as he felt he could get along well enough with whoever would be rooming with him, though he wondered what kind of person “Ciel Phantomhive” might be. He hadn’t asked for any more information beyond the name, so he didn’t know if this man was a member of the city’s crime syndicate that had recently come into power or not. Certainly, though, that would be an interesting roommate to have. Though, as he himself walked a careful line of neutrality that dabbled in the affairs of all sides of Hashiro City, Izaya felt that the affiliation of his roommate hardly mattered.

The door opened then, and Izaya brought his gaze up to see not a man, but a little boy, step into the room. It would be a lie to say that he was not surprised, as he had to wonder what such a young boy was doing coming to a dangerous city like this one. So he knew then that it would be a mistake to underestimate this boy, to think that he’s somehow less capable than anyone else just because of his age. On the other hand, Izaya was curious to see just what he was capable of.

“Are you to be my new roommate, then?” the informant asked, getting to his feet to greet the boy. “Izaya Orihara. I actually moved to this city not long ago, myself. Nice to meet you.”