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 Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 4:15 pm
Jerome was content to just stand there, and let Izaya do his thing, still being a presence, watching the two though a calm, half lidded expression.
Jerome didn't honestly expect Izaya to just give her the pokemon back and go, No, Jerome highly expected that Izaya would toy with her a bit.
One thing Izumi had going for her though, was how naive she was, the less she knew about what Izaya's part in this whole thing was the better, the less she knew about Jerome and his involvement and why they knew one another, the better.
Its something Jerome intended to protect.
Jerome watched the thinner Rocket walk over to them, than do something Jerome didn't expect.
Eye's widening in surprise when he was suddenly latched onto, the gangster stared at Izaya, wondering for a moment what he was up to when the grunt brought the word "Lovers" in.
The Gangstar relaxed, making a noise from his throat that resembled a grunt.
"We're not," He said, looking back over at Izumi who seemed to be taking it with as much surprise and uneasiness as Jerome was sure Izaya was hoping. "He's just ********' around'."
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 4:45 pm
The thing Izaya liked about the situation was that no matter how difficult he made things for Jerome, Jerome couldn't expose him as a thief without also exposing himself. Even if it was just by association, their organization was infamous enough for that to be enough. Even naive little Izumi-chan wouldn't be able to ignore that.
The thing Izaya didn't like about the situation, however, was that Metang wouldn't stop staring. "Don't you know it's not polite to stare?" he asked it meekly, as if shy about his association with Jerome. What was going on in his head, though - what he really wanted to ask it - was not so timid in nature. Get lost, you moronic machine. How can you even be classified as a living thing? Your trainer likes the one I stole better, anyway. What loyalty do you owe her? Good thing the steel-and-psychic-type couldn't read minds.
"No need to be ashamed of us, Jerry-kun," the informant gushed, tugging on the other man's arm and enjoying Izumi's reaction immensely. This was all so worth it. "I know we said we weren't going to tell anyone, but we can't keep it a secret forever, riiiight?" A dark smirk crossed his features at Jerome's choice of words. "I'm just what? Oh, not yet, but maybe in a minute. Izumi-chan, I don't mean to be a bother, but do you have something to drink? Jerry-kun and I are absolutely parched after our long trip here. You must really be a good friend of his for him to come out allll this way just to see you."
Maybe if he got her out of the room long enough for her to fetch refreshments, he could settle things with her living security system. It was really beginning to unnerve him.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2011 4:54 pm
"Um..." Izumi looked between Jerome and Izaya, not sure what to think. "A-alright... drinks... I-I'll be right back..." She took the opportunity to leave the room quickly, exiting into the kitchen to get the couple drinks. The situation was very awkward, or, it was if it were true, but it wasn't, was it? But if they had agreed to not talk about it, then... Jerome would deny it, wouldn't he? Maybe that was why he moved out of the city, to go live near Izaya, but then why would he keep coming to visit her, even if they were friends, wouldn't he rather spend that time with someone he like liked?
Glados didn't stop staring, but couldn't actually say anything witty in reply to the human that he would be able to understand. "Me- metang..." The pokemon growled out in a metallic tone- though the Gengar would be the only thing that could understand what it said.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 2:42 pm
Jerome let out a snort of laughter at when Izaya went off on this whole 'not telling anyone' thing.
He certainly knew it was something Izaya was pulling out of his a**, since Jerome had made it clear to the man that was he wasn't gay, and they had never discussed something remotely close to what Izaya was claiming.
No, Jerome knew he was just trying to make Izumi uncomfortable or confused, and from the looks of it, it was probably working.
Still, Jerome could have expected something like this.
To defuse the situation, Jerome instead pulled his arm out from Izaya's grip, and quickly reached out to wrap his arm around Izaya's neck, pulling him down a little as he tightened his grip, enough to hold him, but not enough to hurt the thinner man. But enough to deliver a little playful humiliation of his own.
"Sorry Furs, but I told ya before, yo just ain't my type."
He replied, a smooth grin spreading over his features.
"We'll help, Ink." He said, as Izumi started into the kitchen for drinks. "Furs got somethin' to talk to ya bout anyway."
He didn't hold onto Izaya for very long, knowing from before that he didn't like to be handled like this, but He had been asking for it.
Reaching up with his hands, Jerome gathered the dreads on the side of his head back, black eyes glancing down to the Parkour user next to him as he tied his hair back with one of the tangled locks. keeping them out of his face.
Bro had drifted up from the couch, holding a hand up and laughing at Glados' comment. the lady seemed pretty damn pissed off. it was funny to him. since he probably found way to many things hilarious.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 8:49 pm
With Jerome's hands changing location from around Izaya's shoulder to encircling his throat, the grunt smiled sheepishly in response to the gangster's grin. As he was released, however, he glared at the man's back when Jerome offered to help Izumi with the drinks, tenderly rubbing his neck. Sure, he knew he had been asking for it, but he was still in a cross mood to be here and even playful man-handling wasn't improving his attitude.
In an instant, though, he had recomposed himself and threw his fellow Rocket a little smirk as the tattooed man put up his dreads. "Volunteering me without my permission?" he laughed. "Ah, well; I suppose I can help. It's better than staying in here with this Metang, anyway. Does it have a habit of staring your guests down, Izumi-chan?" he asked. Not that he really wanted to bring attention to the pokemon's animosity toward him, but he couldn't really see how Glados could communicate to Izumi about how she had fought Izaya and so far she hadn't seemed to even bother trying. Anything to get that disturbing, mechanical gaze off of him.
"Right...about why we came here," Nakura spoke up, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. Aside from the plan he and Jerome had agreed on, however, he considered something else. If they're going to be so cutesy around one another, I might as well give them a little push. They don't seem to be making much progress on their own... "Jerome-kun was at my place and helping me sort out my things after that scare at the Sandalwood Contest," he told her. "And would you believe it? He found a fourth pokeball among my other three. I must have picked it up when you had fainted at the contest arena, thinking it was mine."
A coy smile played upon his lips as he stuck his hands in his pockets. When he withdrew them, he displayed a pair of pokeballs secured between his fingers on each hand. Holding them up on either side of his face, he beamed. "The only problem is, neither he nor I could identify which it was. Do you know?" He snickered. "Jerome bet you couldn't and I bet you could. You only get to pick one and once, but you get to keep whichever one you pick."
If she picked wrong, she would likely take one of the twins, which would be only a relief for Izaya. They weren't near as much trouble if they weren't together. Even if she picked Celty, though, the Rocket didn't mind. He could always just steal his pokemon back.
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2011 11:50 am
"A-alright... um..." Izumi wasn't sure how the two could help pour drinks, but she got two cups out of the cabinet and set them on the counter for the two men. "Oh- I don't know... I-I don't really have, um... guests..." Truthfully, this was only the second time that someone besides herself had been in the apartment, not to mention the first time that she ever had two visitors--So Izumi didn't really know how Glados reacted to other people.
The girl blinked as Izaya pulled the four balls out of his pockets, a bit confused at what was going on. "You... found an extra?" She looked at all of the capsules for a few moments, saying nothing.
Three of the pokeballs she didn't recognize, though one of them did have a somewhat familiar tiny knick, the other two had tiny indentations on both sides, probably from something with small sharp teeth. "T-that's mine..." She reached out and tentatively touched one of the pokeballs. It was unmistakably the pokeball she had owned since she was very young. It was marred by a small scuff near the hinge, missing chips of paint around the button, and a knick that sort of looked like a Z if you squinted.
She was too shocked to actually pick it up.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 12:15 am
Jerome remained motionless where he had placed himself, leaning against the far counter, arms folded high on his chest.
He had not been totally certain how Izaya was going to approach bringing this up with Izumi, and he had a good story.
Eyes blinked slowly when it came time for her to pick the pokeball through, and he was not surprised to see, that it was with little hesitance the bright blue haired women was able to identify the pokeball that was hers.
Still, Jerome watched, his head inclining lightly to the side as she reached out, shocked, but didn't take the ball yet. he could tell by the look on her face that she was a little overwhelmed right now.
She got her pokemon back, thats what was important.
As she lingered here, Jerome shifted his contrasting gaze to Furs, quirking a brow softly.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 4:11 pm
"Don't have really guests? What a surprise..." Izaya murmured under his breath as he turned away, hiding a smirk as he pretended to be extremely interested in the kitchen layout. "Well, I guess that might account for the lack of its manners, then. No worries~"
However, Izaya really was surprised as Izumi almost immediately picked out her ball from the four. It had only taken her about a minute to look them over, and for someone who seemed as timid and cautious as her, that was nothing. Holding out the one she claimed as her own, he watched her and the pokeball curiously. "Hm. Care to see if you're right?"
He flashed a peek at Jerome, curious as to how the other Rocket was reacting to the situation. He had seemed pretty confident in Izumi from the beginning and he didn't seem at all astonished that she had been able to select her own pokemon's ball from the others. Izaya noticed the quirked brow and winked at him in response.
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 5:39 pm
"I- Y-yes..." It seemed impossible that her best friend, who had been missing for what seemed like ages, could be returned to her, just like that. That he had, if he were even still in the pokeball, simply just fallen off of her belt and gotten mixed up with someone else's pokemon was shocking. Just like that, because of a loose latch, Wheatley had gone missing. It was pure luck that someone she knew had found him.
Izumi took the ball from Izaya's hand and pressed the button.
She stared, shocked, even though she knew she had picked right, that the white beldum materialized from the flash of light. "Wheatley!" The girl dropped the pokeball and grabbed up the steel type, hugging it tightly.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 12:00 am
Jerome shook his head softly, with a single sound of a chuckle at Izaya, one hand scratching over the shaved side of his head as he looked back at Izumi, who was being reunited with her Beldum.
He didn't say anything to interrupt their moment, though he was glad to see her happy again, see her relived.
Dark eyes shifted to the side when Bro floated through the wall toward him, pausing only to lean an arm on Jerome's shoulder, bright green eyes watching the trainer and her pokemon with mild amusement.
Damn, if only they knew. This drew a soft snicker from the ghost.
"Hn, whats so funny." Jerome said quietly to Bro, shrugging a shoulder at the Gangar, and reaching up to smack the ghost type's chest teasingly, the ghost playing along by pretending the wind was knocked out of him.
Jerome snorted as Bro' cackled by the counter, walking over to Izaya, patting him rather roughly on the shoulder. "So it was him,"
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 3:57 am
At the bright light and Izumi's exclaimation, Izaya winced. Why anyone would have wanted to hug such a mechanical, cold, hard creature was beyond him. Then again, like Agent Faleen, Izumi seemed more comfortable with robots and other unexpresive creatures that could have been closer classified with objects rather than living things. Perhaps that was why they liked them. After all, what person, especially a female, wouldn't want to have someone to listen to them chatter who couldn't talk back to make rude comments or complain? The Rocket grunt drew back from the trainer and pokemon pair in disgust.
Reaching for the cup that had been set on the counter for them, Izaya took a long drink before setting it back down. His usual emotion-concealing smile was back in place. "Well, what do you know? Glad I didn't have to check them all myself," he told Izumi. "I knew you could do it. And it warms my heart to know another pokemon is back with its loving trainer." Yeah, right. The thing didn't even have a gender; how did they even know it had a mind? It probably hadn't even realized it had been stolen. Jealousy burned within the informer. Why should this 'Wheatley' deserve the love of a human any more than him? After all, he was certain he loved them most. The beldum could never be capable of the passion Izaya held towards humans.
A few rough pats on the shoulder were enough to shake the grunt out of his thoughts as he held onto the counter for support, nearly thrown off balance by Jerome's friendly gesture. "Mm, so it was. Looks like you lose," he said brightly, beaming up at the man's tattooed face. "You were the one who bet she couldn't, remember?" He smirked, wondering if Jerome had caught his blatant lie about their bet as he had explained it to Izumi earlier. Though Izaya figured niether Jerome nor Izumi would care or give it much thought, the grunt had switched his and Jerome's sides in his version for a specific reason...but that would all come into play in time. For now he had to be patitent. He held out his palm to the gangster. "A bet's a bet. Pay up, or you're buying me dinner."
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2011 10:34 am
Izumi, with her beldum still clutched tight, walked over to Izaya. "Thank you, Izaya." The girl said cheerfully, and without stutter. She was very grateful that Jerome's friend had found her pokemon and brought him back. "I don't know what I'd have done if Wheatley- if you ever need anything repaired- um. You can bring it by and I'll fix it up... no charge." It was the least she could do; Izumi would have hugged Izaya but, touching made her uncomfortable.
Wheatley had no idea who had taken him, or that he'd been stolen. All he knew was that he hadn't seen Izumi for a long time.
Glados glared at Izaya. How dare he try to take credit for "finding" the little idiot. He was the one who stole it in the first place!
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 4:23 pm
Jerome Just hung back, watching Izumi's reaction to getting her pokemon back, finding that it was nice to see that smile back on her face. He knew this would not be a solution to the ever growing dangers and problems she was going to be facing, but he was glad she had a break for it and was able to be happy about something.
The moment didn't last to long though, Jerome shifted his gaze over to Izaya when the grunt walked over and proceeded to talk about a bet that Jerome was pretty sure he had not placed.
The darker man raised a brow, eying furs for a moment and considering the situation for a moment.
Jerome didn't have much in the way of money, not much on him at the moment, not that Jerome had to pay him anyway since Jerome had known Izumi would recognize her own pokeball.
Jerome gave a soft snort after a while, eying Izaya's hand, and shrugged a shoulder.
"Fine, Dinner's on me," He replied with a small grin of his own. "But I don't remember no bet we made Furs."
Izumi came over, and Jerome fell quiet again, the young women graciously thanking Izaya for finding her pokemon. Jerome smiled a little at this.
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 8:44 pm
The crimson-eyed grunt flinched and almost took an involuntary step back as Izumi approached him. He hadn't actually expected her to be grateful for her pokemon back. At least not to him. Even though he knew she was still unaware of the true nature of the situation, the idea that she would ever express her gratitude hadn't even crossed his mind. He wasn't really sure how to react for a moment. Catching sight of Glados' glare, however, Izaya recomposed himself. If he wasn't careful, his cover would be blown, and that would mean trouble for him and Jerome both.
"Not at all! It was nothing. Just returning a...creature...to its proper place in the world." Besides, unless Izumi knew how to sew, Izaya doubted she could fix up the one thing he needed repaired. "That's really sweet of you to offer, though. I feel almost as cherished by you as Jerry-kun, here."
Secretly, Izaya was thankful that Izumi hadn't hugged him. Though he made a big show of invading others' personal space for their reactions, he himself wasn't very fond of affectionate gestures - particularly not by females. It may have had something to do with his trust issues as an info broker, or perhaps some deeply-rooted instinct instilled in him by Mairu constantly aiming fatal kicks at his spine. Either way, Izumi wasn't the only one who would have been uncomfortable with the hug.
"Oh, look at that - your poor other...Metang-thing," he said, waving a finger in Galdos' direction. "It must be so jealous. Don't you think it looks a tad bit upset? Maybe you should make sure it doesn't feel left out of your little family, Izumi-chan," Izaya advised. "I'm sure it must have been happier as an only pokemon. Ah, well, I'm sure you'll 'fix it up'. You seem quite good at that."
Time to leave. Izaya was done here, and his own emotions were starting to confuse him. He had entered this place feeling annoyed and a tiny bit malicious, but now he just felt confused. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone; oh no. For now, he just wanted out before someone noticed. "My, how time flies. Looks like I'd better be off. Things to do, places to be...I'm kind of a busy man. So sorry I can't stay, but thanks for the drink just the same." The informer headed toward the stairs, barely sparing Jerome's kind grin a glance in reply. He hadn't seemed to have forgotten it, however.
"Oh, Jerome...about that dinner. Since I'm occupied tonight with some work I've got to finish, you'd better take Izumi out instead. She looks like she'd eat about as much as I would, if not less, and our names are almost the same. We're both Japanese. She should make a decent replacement for me just this once, wouldn't you agree?" Pausing at the top of the stairs, he finally turned his head to beam at the blue-haired girl over his shoulder.
"Would you do me that little favor, Izumi-chan? Jerome is hopeless all by his lonesome; he falls into these mopey moods when there's no one around. I'm sure you'll be just the one to perk him up." He gestured to the downstairs. "Oh...and would you mind showing me out, please? I'm worried I might lose my way again."
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 8:07 pm
Izumi nodded and led Izaya downstairs, where the door out was very easy to see from the stairs, "Thanks again, Izaya..." Izumi squeaked out before waving goodbye to the strange man and returning upstairs.
"U-um..." The girl rubbed her mechanical arm and looked around shly, "Y-you're... umm.... mopey?" Jerome never seemed the sort to mope in any shape or form, but, Izaya said he was... and they were close friends, right?
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