WHO: Okada Izou and "friends". WHAT: Catch-all for TDM/event prompts. WHERE: Various sites around Kyoto. WHEN: Most of May. WARNINGS: Animal gore, BDSM talk???. Will update as necessary.
[Now that makes him huff, briefly showing a sliver of his teeth.]
That's typical for the Backstreets. This is even flashier. But perhaps there's a point to it. After all, we do have a kaiju problem. We will have one, if LILITH is involved.
I'm not worried about the kaijuu none. We'll take them down, rout 'em out and then some. It's just... I get the feelin' that after we roll on out of here, nothing will have changed.
( izou leans into the bar table, resting his chin on a palm. )
But I guess that ain't my problem to solve. I'm thinkin' too much.
but izou's got no deeper opinion to voice at the moment. maybe those hypothetical someones will succeed, maybe they won't. all he had to worry about was his work. his reason for being here in the first place. )
Well, whatever. Sure you don't want nothin'? Not even to drink? There's no telling how long we'll be out there. Bet LILITH's gonna send us off into a ravine with stale rations and hardly much else.
( time to be a little obstinate about ordering together... for. reasons. )
( that bruised face of his lights up for maybe the first time around vergilius, izou scooting off the "bar" stool in one movement to plunk down on the opposite bed.
this way they can both gawk at the laminated menu he's holding out towards the other man in a calloused hand. )
Heheheh. You really know how to get a guy on yer side. Says here that about, oh, a hundred-and-fifty kryptos oughta get me a whole pie of this "white mushroom peeh-za" thing. And the drinks are on the back.
( but he won't push the issue and lose out on his free meal. the implication that he can get more is there, and fingertips dance across the scratches he's acquired while he observes vergilius with that amber eye that almost always seem wary, like a wild animal.
... maybe this guy isn't so bad, though. maybe. now that they aren't on a mission, it almost feels like ages ago, sitting with the Boys (see: fellow assassins) in a closed room as they wait for their ordered food and drink. )
[This is honestly as generous as it gets for him. He pores over the menu for a moment before tossing it back. If he notices that wary look, he doesn't mention it, instead settling for his dull red gaze staring at the wall past Izou.]
( the sarcasm is duly noted, and izou offers no rebuttal aside from a glowering eye.
and not to speed-run the delivery of their room service a tad, but a fairly old make of android raps metal against the door a couple moments after their selection, izou answers it with the eagerness of a guy who hasn't eaten in hours. there's a brief exchange of words, and then he's laid out their ordered items on the table at the "bar" of their yeehaw room.
cue izou fiddling with a slice of pizza, mystified at first how he's supposed to eat it when the cheese and mushrooms are already running off the side with one lift. it's so gooey with just one bite, man, and he's never tried something like this in neo tokyo. not even in chaldea. )
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[Now that makes him huff, briefly showing a sliver of his teeth.]
That's typical for the Backstreets. This is even flashier. But perhaps there's a point to it. After all, we do have a kaiju problem. We will have one, if LILITH is involved.
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( izou leans into the bar table, resting his chin on a palm. )
But I guess that ain't my problem to solve. I'm thinkin' too much.
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[A sigh - he feels that same exhaustion of the past set in just from talking about this, alone.]
Unless you tear it from its roots....nothing will change. It's like a cancer. You can't fix it simply by dressing it up nicely.
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Someone smarter than me'll figure it out. Smarter than us. The sort with dreams big enough to laugh at.
( not that you laughed at them, mostly. even izou knew that was wrong.
he glances over something he hadn't spotted earlier on the table, cheek starting to smart again: a menu. )
"Room service"? That's what I'm talkin' about.
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[So that is to say...everything is fucked. That is why he can't stand the City as it is. He has to tolerate it, though, for the sake of a select few.]
Oh...? You can order whatever you want. I'm not hungry.
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but izou's got no deeper opinion to voice at the moment. maybe those hypothetical someones will succeed, maybe they won't. all he had to worry about was his work. his reason for being here in the first place. )
Well, whatever. Sure you don't want nothin'? Not even to drink? There's no telling how long we'll be out there. Bet LILITH's gonna send us off into a ravine with stale rations and hardly much else.
( time to be a little obstinate about ordering together... for. reasons. )
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[He doesn't expect the follow-up, expecting Izou to just go ahead and order something, so he stares at him for a moment.]
....If you insist. At least a drink. I could use something strong.
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( bet you didn't see this coming. )
Think ya could spot me enough kryptos for somethin'? Kinda had a little too much fun already, and, well...
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[b inch]
How many.
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this way they can both gawk at the laminated menu he's holding out towards the other man in a calloused hand. )
Heheheh. You really know how to get a guy on yer side. Says here that about, oh, a hundred-and-fifty kryptos oughta get me a whole pie of this "white mushroom peeh-za" thing. And the drinks are on the back.
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[GRUMBLEGRUMBLEFUCKGRUMBLE]
[He will look at the drink menu after he nabs it from his hand, however, eyes glimmering.]
Are you sure you'd even like it?
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( an expectant look. )
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[fucko]
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( but he won't push the issue and lose out on his free meal. the implication that he can get more is there, and fingertips dance across the scratches he's acquired while he observes vergilius with that amber eye that almost always seem wary, like a wild animal.
... maybe this guy isn't so bad, though. maybe. now that they aren't on a mission, it almost feels like ages ago, sitting with the Boys (see: fellow assassins) in a closed room as they wait for their ordered food and drink. )
What're you gonna order?
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[This is honestly as generous as it gets for him. He pores over the menu for a moment before tossing it back. If he notices that wary look, he doesn't mention it, instead settling for his dull red gaze staring at the wall past Izou.]
Mm. Drink and a sandwich. Nothing fancy.
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nevermind. once an asshole, always an asshole. )
We're gettin' an all expenses paid trip to the most decadent capital in the world, and all you want is a sandwich?
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[yeah.]
I've never been one for indulgence. Back in my day, it was about survival. That's all.
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( izou scoffs lightly, and he would do the ordering if he were the one with the extra cash. )
Better to live yer life to the fullest when you've got the means. Flashy, and fun.
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[He doesn't deserve to live life to the fullest.]
But I can understand the impulse, I suppose. What would you like to drink?
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( he reads out the description very stiffly. )
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[Well, maybe it is delicious.]
I suppose I'll get one, too. Since you seem so adamant in living life to its fullest. [Sarcastic, but he will order it.]
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and not to speed-run the delivery of their room service a tad, but a fairly old make of android raps metal against the door a couple moments after their selection, izou answers it with the eagerness of a guy who hasn't eaten in hours. there's a brief exchange of words, and then he's laid out their ordered items on the table at the "bar" of their yeehaw room.
cue izou fiddling with a slice of pizza, mystified at first how he's supposed to eat it when the cheese and mushrooms are already running off the side with one lift. it's so gooey with just one bite, man, and he's never tried something like this in neo tokyo. not even in chaldea. )
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[What in the Sam Hill is happening with this attempt to eat pizza.]
You....need to take it one hand. Like this.
[SHOWING....HOW TO HOLD PIZZA SLICE...PLS.....]