the legendary.

[shizuiisms]

continued.

theblackrxder:

Shizuo’s response, in fact, made Celty have moreover a worried expression for her friend. She shyly looked down at her PDA and typed rapidly as smoke emitted from her fingertips.

「 You mean your bones are hard as steel from breaking them so much? Yeah, Shizuo, be more careful with yourself. You aren’t a superhuman or inhuman, even.」 

Even though she was the inhuman one out of the two. But Shizuo made her feel like human. 

「 You’re even gonna kill yourself one day. And it’s not gonna be your favorite person that kills you. 」  

Shortly after the blond had read the PDA, he gave a soft heartfelt laugh as he responded, “Celty, you’re getting the wrong idea.” And then almost immediately, his carefree manner boiled with aggression. “The damn flea will be the dead one first, be sure to get that right. Okay? I ain’t gonna die until he’s six feet in the fucking soil. And I’m gonna make sure that happens.” Without even thinking, he had just remembered that Celty went through a certain broker to collect cash from jobs that she had to do. Slowly calming down from his short-term aggression, he parted his lips and spoke in a soft gentle tone once more, “Ah. Sorry if I rubbed on ya the wrong way. I just want him fucking dead. Ever since I saw him alive for the first time.” 

[theblackrxder]

Shizuo in front of her seemed rather... Aggravated. In once in a blue moon has this usually occurred. How should she play this out? Holding her PDA in position and had her fingertips stiff, the dullahan started off with a gentle approach.

「 Shizuo. 」

She released a slight black huff of smoke from underneath her helmet as the transporter continued to type in a rather fast speed as she was trying to get a point across equivalent to how the ex-bartender got his point across. But with typing. 

「 You act like I don’t know this. You want him dead, I know. But you shouldn’t overexert yourself. If you’re weak, you’re never gonna achieve that you want to achieve. Remember that. 」     

[archived-simulacra]

@theblackrxder

He stifled a yawn as he sat in his chair at his store, organizing books and leafing through one of particular interest. It was a boring day, not many people had come in today and he had brought in very little income. Annoyed, the young man leaned back, tapping his fingers on the desk, before returning to his habit to keep his “tendencies” under control-continuing to rip apart pieces of unused paper and throwing them into the trash. 

Boredom was a tedious task-especially for one who lacked the mental energy necessary to put up with it. It was then that he looked up-someone had come in through the door, without saying a word. He glanced up at the person, before speaking, in a friendly tone like always, “Hello, welcome to my bookstore. Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?” He asked, his voice effusive. 

[theblackrxder]

Just returning from a job that she had to do for Izaya for a buckload of cash, the dullahan never had a chance to look around the city.

What to get for Shinra when he gets off of work... She had thought to herself. Oh! I know! I should get him a new book or something to study off of. And then go grocery shopping later if I can!

As she arrived at a bookstore, the black rider parked her trusty ‘motorbike’ Shooter in an alleyway to avoid the police from being called for not having headlights on the motorbike per usual.

‘Stay right here, dearest Shooter. I’ll be right back. If anything happens, don’t hesitate to get my attention, okay?’ she informed Shooter as he neighed quietly within the alleyway and did as he was told. Entering the bookstore, the woman had looked around and then heard a voice from afar as soon as she entered the building. Approaching the front desk, Celty had started to type away on her phone as her fingertips emitted a slight hint of black smoke against the screen as she showed the PDA in front of him afterwards.  

「 I-i’m sorry! I have a problem speaking at the moment. But do you know if there’s any scientific books about the human anatomy within this store by chance? Trying to get a gift for my fiance is all. 」

[shizuiisms]

「 Any bones broken? 」

The blond stared directly at the PDA shown in front of him and replied with a chuckle. “Of course no bones are broken, Celty. Did ya forget that my bones are in fair shape?”

[theblackrxder]

Shizuo’s response, in fact, made Celty have moreover a worried expression for her friend. She shyly looked down at her PDA and typed rapidly as smoke emitted from her fingertips.

「 You mean your bones are hard as steel from breaking them so much? Yeah, Shizuo, be more careful with yourself. You aren’t a superhuman or inhuman, even.」 

Even though she was the inhuman one out of the two. But Shizuo made her feel like human. 

「 You’re even gonna kill yourself one day. And it’s not gonna be your favorite person that kills you. 」  

[theblackrxder]

ooc. hello i’m back <3.

[mintteaandmemory]

[Brenda’s eyes grew wider and wider the more she read. A dullahan– a fairy of irish mythology; and not the sort you’d find on postcards for children’s birthdays. They usually carried their heads on their arm as they rode through the night but… What would a dullahan be doing all the way out here in Ikebukuro?]

“…I do hope the dullahan can find their head sooner than after. I don’t know if they’ll consider leaving the city once they find their head; but if they watch over the people and protect them… they can’t be all that bad.” 

“What do you think?”

[theblackrxder]

As it didn’t seem, Celty had given a soft smile as she had heard about Brenda’s interest her story about dullahans. As if this were a mere coincidence, Celty had felt rather favored, as she had felt naturally feared by society. Perhaps the lady was interested in the legend more so the topic? Left a question, Celty had risen her PDA from her sleeve as smoke emitted from her fingertips as she had typed a response.

「 I hope that they find their head too. But there’s another legend saying that if the dullahan did find their head... they’d forget everyone around them and find out their true meaning of life. But they aren’t that bad at all. 」

Sinking down the PDA after Brenda had read, Celty thought twice on what she had typed. There was no other dullahan than the black rider herself.

「 Would you be afraid if you did see a dullahan? 」She had typed briefly.  

[madeofmelodies]

Something about her woman’s lack of speech kept Delic curious. He could read the subtle gestures she would partake in: the tilt of the helmet, the poise she stood with, the relaxed shoulders. It was enough to know their conversation was not of any particular inconvenience.

“Mn–” Magenta eyes flickered from the screen of the device to the streets, noting quietly that the few straddlers around were indeed were staring in their direction. 

“You could’ve been a model for the brand of bike instead, don’t ya think?” He joked, turning his attention back to Celty, and then tilting his head to glance at the motor bike beside her. He couldn’t see any particular brand. In fact, the more he tried to focus his eyes, the darker the hue of the vehicle looked. It was odd. 

“But, y’know? For someone who gets so much attention you seem sorta shy.” His eyes finally decided to focus on the helmet’s visor once more, as if staring at her eyes. “You got a very quiet air ‘bout you. Unexpected for a legend, but it’s nice. I kinda like the irony.” If he was to be honest, it was a little calming. With that said he straightened up. 

[theblackrxder]

This interaction had honestly soothed her as every single muscle within her had slowly relaxed. In fact, Delic had seemed a bit far too calm around the monstrous legend. Perhaps he took a soft approach towards everything. Feeling the magenta hues stare back and forth between the legend and Shooter, the motorbike had released a gentle neigh as Celty pressed her fingertips against its handles to sooth it.

It’ll be alright, he wouldn’t hurt you.

She had thought as she passed the message to the motorbike. And with that, Shooter had calmed down as she had paid right back attention to the conversation. Filled with compliments, a warm feeling had been felt within her heart as she gave off a cheerful vibe, black smoke of happiness arose from the frame of her helmet as she typed away on her PDA.

「 That’s an interesting way to put it (*´∇｀) 」

To be told that she could be a potential model for the bike seemed moreover of a compliment due to her curves. However, she didn’t quite catch on.

「 My motorbike here doesn’t have a brand. He’s one of a kind but he won’t bite. 」

But then, something within the conversation had caught her attention. The fact that she was a legend was already known by the acquaintance as he didn’t seem... afraid. Was there some unique attribute in which the other had held? Or was it just that she wasn’t just as scary as society claims her to be?

「 I’m not really shy, it’s just that no one really approaches me and strikes up a conversation. A fight, maybe. But not a conversation. But... How come you’re not afraid of me like society seems to be? 」

[theblackrxder]

ooc. I have returned from my birthday week lovelies ~ (´｡• ω •｡`) ♡

[theblackrxder]

"Say, Celty-san, I was always curious; how does a human and Dullahan have intercourse?"

「 What type of question is that?! 」

She typed as fast as she could in embarrassment.

「 I don’t have a head! But everything else! That’s…! 」

And then she dropped her PDA as she released a puff of black smoke. This question was rather unexpected from Kida.

[preciousyellowidiot-archives-de]

― Oh I see then..! So it works just like humans with no difference in sensitivity and all? I just wondered given when I read about Dullahans, they don’t have any use for… reproduction or if they can even get pregnant…… I wonder why Shinra-san didn’t keep your head, from all I know he would have loved to hear your voice ~ !”

[theblackrxder]

She hadn’t known whether or not the little bastard of a teenager was trying to aggravate her or just tease her. With the slightest anger, Celty’s shadow from her feet had grown as it had almost engulfed the teenager. But then she halted, typing on her PDA as she shown it to the kid with a shaky palm.

「 Die. 」

What a direct command from the kindest legend in Ikebukuro.

[theblackrxder]

elusivetune:

     “Celty? Unusual name.” He grinned and raised his brows, “Am I saying it right?” 

     It was a joke, and small tidbit to answer his own curiosity on whether the girl would speak at all. Perhaps, he should had read that with an even odder pronunciation to guarantee a response.

     “To ‘bukuro? Just came to see a friend.” The blond shrugged lightly, and noticed his guard was a little low for interacting with someone who should had been dangerous. Perhaps, he unconsciously reacting to her calm mannerism. 

     “And you– What exactly do you do other than ride around in all black? Hobby or somethin’? You seem to have made quite a name for yourself just on it.”

Listening the blonde’s words rather carefully, the black frame on her cat helmet had reflected the magenta hues as she had slowly nodded in response to his pronunciation to her name. The name simply rolled off his tongue without hesitation as she didn’t identify a spark of shyness... How interesting.

She had recently just finished off an errand as thankfully the said acquaintance had bump into her just the right time. Listening to the blonde had seemed rather soothing as he appeared that he was rather smooth with his language. The way words rolled off of his tongue and the way that he kept eye contact even though the closest thing he stared at was a mere frame. Snapping back into attention, Celty had typed in response:

「 My job is to be a transporter. However, it’s a little difficult doing my job with everyone staring at me as I ride. 」

[senorpacman-deactivated20200826]

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this is legitimately what I hear whenever I see someone use this

[albinoiisms-deactivated20180620]

The sudden silence made her sit up in bed. Maybe… she said something wrong, or maybe the other didn’t know how to react to it. Mousy just wanted to know if it was alright to feel like she was. A sigh left her. && then… a response was seen. 

マウス: No! I don’t … want to kill anyone. 

マウス: I-It’s just a lot of things at school again, and some kids are being mean to me. 

マウス: I have no way to defend myself a-and I don’t know how…  so Izaya-san gave me something I can use… but I don’t know if i should. 

Then she paused. Did… she know Izaya? Mousy didn’t know, and she immediately began to type again. 

マウス: S-Sorry! Do you know who he is? I should have asked you if you did first. 

[theblackrxder]

It had taken her a solid minute to realize what her fellow friend was dragged into. Fingers set into a halt, the mention of the informant from someone’s innocent self had froze the black rider. For once, instead of society being afraid of the legend, Celty was rather afraid for her fellow friend as her fingers moved. Shadowy clouds had leaked from her fingertips as they danced on her laptop keyboard.

セ: I know who you’re talking about.

セ: He’s no good at all. Don’t listen to what her says. Ever. Because he’s the most diabolical creature ever.

セ: Trust me.

And then it took her just another second.

セ: ...What did he give you exactly?

[resignedfaith-blog]

@theblackrxder began following you

Avoiding traffic in this city was the equivalent of somehow never running into the common cold. It always happened, the idea of the streets being clear was about as plausible as himself being a bipedal gerbil. It was a dumb idea and, in most reasonable cases, didn’t make a shred of sense when said aloud. But, of course, there were days when the city itself didn’t make sense. Thank goodness scowering the city for anything holy tended to distract from the abstract of Ikebukuro - Lafayette didn’t know what he’d do if he was confronted with the strange every day during his time there. 

 The nearest sign of anything odd was half-way across the city, Shade poking from it’s concealed perch in Lafayette’s coat to look around for itself while the way was clear. Something’s coming. 

Perhaps it wouldn’t be so normal after all. 

[theblackrxder]

Celty had been given a job from the Devil’s advocate as everyone had known the said person as the information broker. Sighing in spite that she was tired of given job after job and not having time for herself, she had always found herself being in a police chase one after another. And it seemed to her that it happened frequently during her ongoing job. Shooter had neighed in the distance as he had ran on both wheels down the long road as direct eye contact with the mirrors and a stranger had came in contact.

What is it, Shooter? She had thought. But then, the motorcycle randomly made a sharp turn towards the park as the cat helmet faced towards the stranger. And strangely enough: once in a blue moon this had occurred. Pulling out her PDA quickly as she had felt something strange, Celty had shown the bright screen at the stranger.

「 You seem rather lost... But something tells me that you aren’t normal. 」

[theblackrxder]

[ Hello! I was just kind of lurking on my dash and suddenly you were recommended and I was like 'A Celty!' and like shortly after reading a few of your posts I thought of my muse meeting yours, he'd probably end up flirting with her and I just laughed at what he would've said. ]

ooc. i wouldn’t mind anyone flirting or hitting on Celty at all !! in fact, she’d probably be so oblivious until shortly after. just expect a smack upside the face.

[theblackrxder]

"Say, Celty-san, I was always curious; how does a human and Dullahan have intercourse?"

「 What type of question is that?! 」

She typed as fast as she could in embarrassment.

「 I don’t have a head! But everything else! That’s...! 」

And then she dropped her PDA as she released a puff of black smoke. This question was rather unexpected from Kida.

[theblackrxder]

say someone ( not me ) lost their brothers' cat that they loved. would you A. run B. blame someone else or C. get a new cat and hope he doesn't realize it's a fake.

…That was a tough question. Celty took just few moments to think on what she would do. And then an answer crossed her mind.

「 Either B or C. 」

And then it hit her.

「 …Did you do something wrong, Shizuo? Don’t tell me… You misplaced your brother’s cat… 」

Obviously the smell of lies was rather strong. Even though she can’t smell…  

[mintteaandmemory]

“That’s a very lovely name for your motorcycle!”

[Brenda followed suit, petting the motorcycle as well. Maybe it was her imagination, but it seemed as if that inanimate object wasn’t… no, that was just silly.]

“Oh! Could please tell me a legend? I wonder what sort of local folklore this city has!”

[Not like there weren’t any legends in golly old England. However… people were disenchanted. There was nothing fantastical left in the world. And while there were rumors here and there, it was plain to see that some of them were fabricated by tabloid publishers. She might sound ungrateful if she voiced said opinion, though. So she kept it to herself.]

[theblackrxder]

「 ...A legend? 」  

She had given it a small thought: wasn’t she called a legend? The only legend in Ikebukuro? Apparently the tourist was rather interested about it and probably heard everyone talking about it since it’s the city’s most popular rumor. Holding the PDA close to her chest, the black rider hesitated before she had typed out a certain legend that she had heard about.

「 Legend has it that there’s a dullahan within the city, watching over the city and protecting it. Rumor has it that they’re rather friendly to others whereas some people declare them a monster. The dullahan’s trying to find their purpose in life and most importantly: their head. 」

She had thought back to how the rumors went but perhaps she reflected her own life goal within the legend. 

[theblackrxder]

albinoiisms:

She could feel herself start to lose herself in her thoughts again, worry increasing until that familiar noise came from her phone. Quickly picking it back up, there was a relief that washed over her when she saw it was a response from the person she wanted to talk to. In that moment, Mousy felt a little bit better, although she was still trying her best not to go into hysterics. 

マウス: I-I know. Sorry about that.  I didn’t really want anyone to see.

マウス: I had a question… 

There was a brief pause in between those messages, Mousy was unsure whether or not fighting fire with fire per say was the right thing to do. 

マウス: If someone hurt you… Is it okay to want to hurt them back? 

It was a vague question, but Mousy didn’t know how to explain it right off the bat. 

Celty had halted for a minute. Did her beloved friend want to hurt someone? Given that the child approached her via private chat, she had known that the legend wouldn’t criticize her. Even though they haven’t met face to face. Fingers danced onto the keyboard as she had responded after a short pause.

セ: If it’s for protecting your loved ones and/or yourself, then yes. But if you mean killing them, then no.

セ: Why? Did someone do something to you? If you want to kill someone, it will have to take a few to get away with it. Lives are precious.

セ: But if you mean by fighting them to prove a point or to get revenge, then it depends on the person.

She had taken a minute to think on what else to type. But then something had hit her.

セ: What’s your intention?