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 Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 5:00 pm
He was back in the city, and so soon after leaving it to, It always had a bitter sweetness to it, back on the streets he used to live in, bad memories, but at the same time, he was heading back for something he had grown to consider... good.
Though this time, He wasn't alone.
Inked eyes lowered, dreadlocks shaken back with a swift jerk of his head as the gangster shifted his stance to glance behind him after pulling himself over the edge of a building roof.
He was grateful that the one joining him knew Parkour, it meant he would be able to keep up with the... odd route that Jerome usually took to Izumi's house.
Taking rooftops mostly, through the city, he could usually get anywhere he needed this way, and he knew the rooftops as well as he did the streets.
Bro was out of sight again, who knew where he was now. Boss, the newest addition to Jerome's team was in a pokeball, the first time Jerome had ever seemed to carry a pokeball on him, the little piggy strapped to Jerome's belt, under one of the wife-beater shirts that Jerome had thrown on before they left.
"Got a question for ya Furs." He said after he continued over the rooftop, pausing by the other end and glancing to his fellow Rocket.
"Why you exactly wantin' to come along?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 5:58 pm
Izaya, who of course wouldn't turn down a chance to view a city's inhabitants from above them all, kept a casual-enough pace after Jerome. He made sure to keep him in sight so as not to lose his way to Izumi's place, though he was starting to regret wearing his long coat for the journey. He almost tripped up on it twice before catching himself, and was beginning to find it bothersome, but not enough to take it off. After all, he had forgotten to switch shirts before they had left the base, so eager was he to get their task over with.
He was tempted to wander off on his own, but with Jerome around, he knew he didn't have much chance of escaping. They both knew the city too well to keep hidden - at least in a place that wasn't already overrun with gangs. Not that Izaya fancied facing street thugs on his own. Mairu and Kururi would be of little help to him, he was sure, and heaven forbid the monster of Camphoreon should spot him.
"Oh?" he spoke up, hearing Jerome speak to him from up ahead, the wind carrying his voice past his ears. "You think I'd let you go off on your own with her? You'll be away for days again and forget all about your teammates back at base. Someone's got to keep you two on track," he sneered. "Besides - they're my pokemon, aren't they? Finders keepers~"
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 6:39 pm
Meanwhile, inside the Mechanic's Shop, Izumi was in the upstairs apartment, sitting on the couch with all of the doors locked and the curtains drawn. Sure, Jerome had kept her safe during the night, but after he left, various unexplained sounds kept making the girl skittish. Thankfully, the mechanic had been able to take her mind off of how much her scratches, bruises, and the fairly ugly wound around her metal arm hurt, and how any moment, someone was going to burst into her home to take said arm.
Izumi's remaining pokemon, the white metang with glowing yellow eyes, sat quietly in the corner of the room, standing guard, or plotting... who knew what the robotic-thing was actually doing...
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 11:44 am
He paused at the lip of the roof, kicking a foot up on it and leaning over the edge to take a look at what he could use to get down. lips, window sills, some railing.
As Izaya neared him he lifted his head again, looking over at him.
Okay than, so he was here partly to chaperone. Grinning slightly at the reply he got, Jerome chuckled, then using a hand, pushed himself up and over the edge of the roof.
Landing with a "CLANG" on a fire escape railing below.
"Bro, let her know we're here."
He said, with a nod to the window, noticing that the shop was dark, this caused the man to frown softly.
The Gangar appeared again for a second, floating next to the tattooed gangster. before he floated forward and into the building through the wall.
It took Bro' a while of searching before he found what room Izumi was in, the half glowing Gost type widened his eyes, pleased as he floated over to her "Gar Gar, Gangar!"
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 12:08 pm
"Isn't that romantic?" the grunt commented sarcastically, swinging down over the lip of the roof onto the fire escape; the railing on which Jerome was perched. "Sending in your fully-evolved, human-sized, prankster ghost-type to phase into your girlfriend's house ahead of you to greet her. Is that how gangsters do it these days? It's not as though you're a fugitive from the law...yet," Nakura murmured musingly. "What's with the stealth? Wouldn't a simple knock on the door suffice?"
This was too easy. Jerome seemed to have next to no experience with girls. What was more, Izumi seemed to be particularly paranoid since the attack on her arm if her shuttered windows and closed curtains were anything to go on. He could only imagine how pitch black it must have been in her household without any sunlight available to the occupants. "I think I'll take a more subtle approach if you don't mind," the informant told the gangster, sliding down the rails of the metal fire escape until he reached the ground.
"No offense to Izumi-chan, but with how easily she spooks around her fellow human beings, I don't have much faith in Bro winning her over." Walking around to the front entrance, Izaya raised his hand to rap lightly on the door with the back of his knuckles. "Hello...?" he called, listening at the shop door below her apartment. "Izumi-chan...? Are you home?" He chuckled lightly. "... Apparently not open for business..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 12:10 pm
It took a few moments for Izumi to notice the ghost type once he was in her line of vision, a commercial breaking her concentration on a robot documentary. "Wah!" She started, not having expected company. "O-oh... I-it's just you, Bro..." She squeaked out from behind a couch pillow she'd grabbed in self defense. "I-is Jerome here?"
She lowered the pillow and moved cautiously over to the patio door, pushing the hanging blinds out of the way of the door and opening it. "J-Jerome?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 12:25 pm
Bro' grined wide at her, and nodded his head, jerking it to the usual spot Jerome went when he arrived at Izumi's house. floating back when she got up to go look.
Jerome opened his mouth to say something to Izaya, explain how things worked when Jerome arrived at Izumi's, but the grunt had taken to... the front door.
Jerome blinked as he watched him enter the shop, considering joining him, when higher above him the patio door to her balcony opened and the familiar blue haired head poked out. just barely.
It seemed she was still pretty spooked.
"I'm jumpin' up, hold up" He told her, sliding off the railing and walking to the far end.
He took a moment to eye his options, before he kicked himself up onto the railing again, and jumped across to grab the gutter that ran down long her house.
Climbing up that until he got to her patio.
Landing on his feet, he glanced around him to see if anyone noticed him. seemed to be satisfied that no one had, he reached out and put a hand on her shoulder as he made his way in.
"Friend of mine's down in your shop." He told her."Didn't wanna wait for the window."
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 12:35 pm
Hearing some commotion back up near the roof where he had descended from, Izaya raised a brow. Seemed she had been more ready to open the window after all. Was that how they always met? Judging by Jerome's tendency to enter through more windows than doors, the informer thought it was likely. If that was the case it would have explained Izumi being more familiar with that method. He sighed, wondering if he was too late to save the doomed couple after all. At this rate, he would never be able to get them to their senses before they lost whatever they had left entirely. Perhaps Jerome had visited Izumi a few more times than Izaya realized.
"Show off," he muttered, watching Jerome with a crooked grin as he leaned against the door. Ah, well, it would have been awkward for him to be up there with them anyway. Maybe he would wait it out and they would forget about Izumi's pokemon. If that was the case, Izaya thought he might be able to explore Camphoreon a bit on his own before he had to drag Jerome's butt back out of his crush's place.
Taking out one of the pokeballs from his pocket, he inspected it, wondering how Jerome expected Izumi to know hers from his own. He certainly didn't want to be the one to present it to her. What if he told her the got mixed up when they met at the contest and he had accidentally found one more than he owned? That could work. Or, if Jerome wanted to play the hero, he could give him the pokeballs and let him do the talking. If they even remember to let him in, of course.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 1:35 pm
"O-oh. A-alright." Izumi said, turning and following Jerome into her apartment, locking the balcony door on her way. He'd never brought a friend before. "Wh-who is your friend?" Of course they wouldn't be anyone bad, or else Jerome wouldn't have brought them, so, she guessed they could let the friend in.
Downstairs, another white beldum sat on Izumi's work bench, but seemed to be inactive, the light of its eye was out. There were various tools scattered around the monolith of a pokemon--another repair job, it seemed.
Izumi motioned to the door, staying back by the stairs. "Y-you can let them in..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 1:45 pm
"You met him before at the club. Its cool, Furs is here to talk to ya." He told her, putting gentle pressure on her shoulder before he let go, making his was out of the living room and down the steps to answer the door as Izumi had indicated.
When he opened the door, he gave the man standing on the other end a cool grin, that just said 'told ya'
"C'mon in." Jerome held the door open wider, and took the lead back up the steps to the main living aria.
Bro contented himself with chilling out over by the couch, arms folded over his the back of his head.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 2:06 pm
Izaya nearly fell in as the door opened, too lost in thought to hear the sound of the knob turning to move away in time. He quickly caught his balance using Jerome for support before recomposing himself, brushing off his embarrassment. Immediately, the Rocket thrust his pokeballs back into his pockets with his hands, hiding them all from view.
"Whoops. For a minute there, I thought you'd forgotten about me," he teased, laughing in response to the tattooed man's grin. Only someone who would have been paying attention might have noticed how sardonic his laughter sounded as he walked in and stuck his tongue out at Jerome over his shoulder before turning back to survey the shop.
Without another word, he followed his fellow city-lover up the stairs, re-adopting his mask of a smile as he caught sight of Izumi and Bro. "Izumi-chan! Always a pleasure. Sorry for the formalities, but I thought entering through the front door might have been more polite than the window. I didn't realize that some of us were too familiar with the place and its inhabitants to bother with such trivialities."
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 2:20 pm
"I-Izaya?" Even though Jerome told her who it was, she was still surprised to see the fur-coat clad hooligan coming up her stairs. The last she'd seen him was at the contest, he pointed at something, and that was all she remembered before things blacked out. Luckily for him, she hadn't put one and one together.
Glados had, though. Not that she needed to do addition, since she already knew what happened. The Metang's glowing eye locked onto Izaya. "Metang."
"I-it's better to come in the window..." An intruder wouldn't just knock on the window, but someone could knock on the door and then force their way in. "Y-you two are friends?" At the club they'd given the impression that they were just acquaintances or co-workers.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 2:39 pm
Hands slipped into his pockets as he made his way casually back over to where he left Izumi, glancing over at Galdos when the Metang made herself knock with a noise.
He knew why she was cautious, having heard from Izaya that the pokemon had given him trouble. Jerome hoped she wouldn't try anything now...
"Its all good." He said to her, blowing it off as her just being cautious over a new person in the house.
He could tell Izumi was still pretty nervous, that stutter present in her voice.
He stepped up next to her, looking over at Izaya.
"Yeah," Came the simply reply to her question.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 3:13 pm
With a little wave, Izaya acknowledged Izumi's addressing of him by his name. Though she had been on the verge of calling him 'Namura' the last time they met, he didn't bother to correct her; not then, nor this time. Furs, Izaya, Nakura, Namura...all those names being thrown around was sure to confuse anyone. The more anonymity his aliases granted him, the less she would be certain of him.
Sure, that might have meant sacrificing some of the trust he had hoped to gain with her, but the sacrifice paid off. The less she was certain about anything concerning his identity, the better - not just for him, but for her and Jerome as well. Not that he cared for the well-being of either of them, of course. He was having a hard enough time keeping his own neck off the chopping block without going out of his way to stick it out for others.
"Oh, yes, next time I'll use the window because burglars don't use that all the time..." Orihara answered in bright tones. His smile waned a little, however, upon the single word uttered by Glados. Crimson eyes narrowed as his smile broadened even wider, as if to make up for its momentary waver. Was it going to attack him? It didn't seem about to. What was keeping it from moving? The lack of its owners' commands?
Remaining cautious, Izaya changed his mind about seating himself on Jerome's ghost. Bro had already made himself comfortable on the couch, causing the dark-type trainer the smallest bit of irritation. Nevermind that, though; Izumi was talking to them.
"'Friends' is such a strong word..." he answered airily, making his way toward Jerome and Izumi. Once there, he latched onto the gangster's arm without warning, batting his eyes up at his team member with the flirtatious attitude of a crazed fan-girl. "...I prefer the term 'lovers'."
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 3:45 pm
Some of the color drained from Izumi's face when Izaya said that. Jerome didn't seem the type. At all. Plus... Well, he hung around her all the time... "O-oh- I-I didn't know... Um- Y-yay?" She squeaked, forcing a tiny smile, even though it only served to make her look more uneasy.
The Metang narrows it's glowing eyes at Izaya, still making no move.
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