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 Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 1:39 pm
"Is there no other language you find fascinating?" the male grunt mused. "Most girls seem to prefer French. The language of romance, I think they call it. Why Japanese?" he asked again, genuinely curious.
Giggling as Luxury repeated the word, he nodded in approval. "It means 'cute'," he said quietly, casting her another smirk. "Be careful, though. If you mispronounce it as 'kowai', it means 'scary'. That similarity is abused a lot in Japanese comedies," Izaya explained. "Hehe, you know, like when a girl asks a guy if she's cute and he responds by saying something like, 'I think you mean scary'."
"Something the matter...?" the crimson-eyed Rocket asked, noticing Luxury glancing back toward the cafeteria. For a moment he wondered if he was making her nervous, but a few seconds later, her smirk dissolved that theory. As he had taken the time to follow her gaze towards the door, however, he caught a flash of movement and turned back just to see her snatch the egg from his salad as she grinned. Coy; very coy. He certainly hadn't seen that coming.
For a girl who he'd assumed hadn't spent much time being social, Luxury certainly knew how to tease. One might have gone so far as to call it flirting. He smiled back slowly as he entertained that thought, wondering what she would really think of him if she knew more about what he was like. Chances were she wouldn't be acting so adorably sweet. "Neh, those Purrloin must be slicker than I thought," he commented casually, gazing at Luxury. "I was so sure I had more egg here a minute ago. Which devious prankster do you think it was?"
As the twins slid through the opening in the door, one after the other, both swerved at the sound of an ear-splitting howl, followed by the dull 'thunk' of the door closing. Kururi was the first to notice Chora had not yet some through. (oh no)...> The Purrloin kitten pawed at the door, but in vain. What now?
the younger sister asked as she tried to help Kururi. Mairu glanced over at her twin.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 2:08 pm
Luxury couldn't help but snicker, as she was just swallowing the stolen food. "Hm, not a clue~ But I think mine just got left in the dust." Which, actually, was good for the two grunts trying to eat. Chances were, if those three were together their lunch would be anything but peaceful. Besides, someone would open the door soon anyway. "Bah, French is so... so... typical. Like having a crush on Edward Cullen." The female grunt rolled her eyes. 'Typical' was not something she liked. She liked being different, unique. Which might be why she never fit in at school, not just because of her brothers. "Japanese on the other hand, is quite popular among anime and manga, two things I quite enjoy. And as I don't think I'll be repeating that word, I don't think I'll have to worry!" After all, she didn't want to be one of those fan girls that just randomly threw out Japanese words to look cute. It was annoying, even to her. Chora yelped, pawing at the door where she heard the others pawing. The purrloin looked around anxiously. Surly a human had to go outside soon, right?
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 4:07 pm
Distracted momentarily by the Purrloin show put on by the trio, Izaya laughed as he heard Chora from the other side of the door. "How often does she run into doors in a day?" he asked. "It's almost as though she's too fast for her own good. Maybe if she slowed down a little, she wouldn't hurt herself." And here he'd thought Mairu was enthusiastic.
"Ah...so you don't like mainstream, is that it?" he inquired. Then his guess about her lock of purple hair being a sign of rebellion had been at least somewhat correct. "Funny, though - I might call a love for the Japanese culture somewhat mainstream in itself, considering they even have a name for obsessive, Japan-loving fans. 'Otaku'," he continued, accentuating the word, "is a derogatory term for an obsessed person with behavior so obsessive that they don't leave their houses. It's a typical stereotype among modern society."
Edward Cullen...was that the name of some celebrity that teenage girls fawned over these days? If Izaya recalled correctly from his excursions on the internet, it had something to do with a fictional character in a series of novels focused on vampires. That was amusing. He would have to look into that sometime, since mainstream was what the informant liked to keep up with.
"Do you enjoy being different and unique?" he asked, though he was pretty certain he knew what her answer would be. Still, he wanted to know why he was getting mixed signals from her - the impression that she wanted to be different from others and yet that she wanted to fit in. Which was it? Was it both? The mystery deepened. "You don't consider anime and manga typical?" he asked, pleasantly curious.
"Neh, what's the point of my teaching you if you don't use the words?" Izaya laughed. Maybe she knew what an otaku was after all if she was reluctant to actually put Japanese to use. Getting up, he walked over to the door and, taking pitty on Chora, opened it for her as his own pokemon stepped out of his way. It was better than risking the three Purrloin damaging and possibly breaking the door down in the effort to get back together again. "Behave, you three," he advised before going back to sit down and finish his lunch.
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 8:34 pm
"Otaku..." She repeated, munching a bite of her own food. "That is the very reason I wont use the words. Not until I can have an intelligent conversation with minimal word inquiry." Luxury smirked. She knew she must be confusing, yaking about being different but still fitting into groups regardless.
The grunt confused herself sometimes. The best way to put it would be to say that, while she understands even rebels are a clique, she takes pride in being herself. It doesnt matter if her style is one liked by many, her reasons make her unique. She doesnt like manga because others do or because its cool, she likes it because she loves to read and loves to draw, and she loves seeing the two artistic elements combined in entertaining stories. Plus, its not always bad to fit in... If you fit in due to true similarities as opposed to the desire to be accepted no matter what. For instance, she loved Edward Cullen, but in the book. The movies, at least the only one she saw, were ok, but due to little squealing twits she avoided all things Twilight. Fan girls ruin everything.
Most of that she voiced, though in fewer words so not to be chatty. Really, Nakura should feel priviladged that the grunt was bothering to explain herself to him.
"Haha, you would be amazed at how much that cat runs into things. Shes weird, she likes to swin and never lands on her feet."
Chora let out a squeak when the door swung open, and with a grin she darted out and pounced gleefully on the nearest twin.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 3:57 pm
"I see. Well, in that case, it might take a while. The best way to learn a language is to immerse yourself in it and practice every chance you get; not store it all up until you've memorized everything and attempt it all at once," he teased.
The grunt nodded in acknowledgement as he listened to Luxury and continued to eat at the same time. As his mouth was occupied with food and chewing it, he said little to nothing in response, save for the occassional, "Mmm," or "Mmhmm." Though he liked to talk, he could be a good listener, too. It was part of his hobby as observing.
Swallowing a fork-full of salad, he smiled and thought of something else. "Lux-chan," he said, "though I think I have an idea of why you decided to join Team Rocket, how long have you been here? Have you and Chora been a part of this place long? Gone on any missions or raids?"The nearest twin, which happened to be Kururi, mewled in surprise as she was pounced on and licked Chora's face.Mairu, watching Izaya curiously after his random act of kindness, turned back to the other Purrloin. Ready to get in on the action, she pounced atop Chora and Kururi. She cried happily, tugging on Chora's ear with tiny teeth.
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2011 4:41 pm
Luxury smirked. "I should clarify. I'll speak the words I know when I'm speaking to one who can teach me." Afterall, it was silly to try and learn a language without using it.
She stiffened when he inquired about her reasoning for becoming a Rocket. "I joined Team Rocket to put my skills as a thief to use. I have been here a matter of months. I have yet to be called up for a raid. That is all the information you need to know about me." What was he getting at, anyway? It was none of his buisness. None. And she knew to be wary of this man anyway. While they had been talking, she had been going over in her mind the database files she had read. Remembering bits from his, Luxury knew he was a player of mind games and was sure to insult her by the time their lunch was through.
Chora squeaked as she was piled on, giggling and pawing at her friends.
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2011 12:32 pm
"Oh, so that's how it is," the informant replied, leaning back as sipped on his juice box straw. "You don't think I'm a good enough teacher." Though he said this statement blatantly, there was no hint that the man took offense. Even if he did, it was concealed by a well-practiced smile. "Ah, well. I suppose that can't be helped."
"Hmm. So your talents lie in your speed, dexterity, and stealth, I trust?" he asked, guessing she must have learned a great deal from watching her Purrloin, whose natural instinct it was to steal. That, and necessity often made one a very quick learner. Nodding silently as he swallowed his juice, Izaya, putting the box down on the table, acknowledged Luxury's unwillingness to elaborate further. Her guard seemed to have gone back up again for whatever reason. Perhaps his question had been too open.
Mairu and Kururi mewled and pounced, nibbling and batting in a ball of fur with Chora until Izaya got fed up. Taking out two Repeat balls, Orihara aimed them at the whir and blur of paws, tails, and ears. Pressing the buttons, two beams of light shot out from them to claim the twins. Unwilling though they were, the pokemon returned, wriggling in their balls even as the grunt placed them back into his pockets.
"Sorry, Chora," he told her with a bitter smirk. "You three are getting distracting. I'm trying to eat." Besides, those girls didn't deserve a reward for misbehaving as they had recently. Izaya turned back to Luxury. "I'm sure they had fun, though."
"Well, thank you for this little chat," he said, getting up to dispose of the trash on his tray. "It was nice to meet you, Lux-chan. I learned a lot." Picking up his juice box, the black-haired man turned to go back inside. "I'm sure we'll see each other around. Keep working on your Japanese until then."
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 5:05 pm
The female rolled her eyes. "I meant you, you moron." Her tone wasn't mean, rather teasing as if it should have been obvious. "After all, you said you could teach me and since it's your native tongue I can't think of anyone better. I just would rather keep the words between us so I don't come off as an ..." She thought, for just a second, "Otaku to others." Nodding, Luxury took a big swig of coke, trying to force herself to relax.
"You trust right. Though, ironically, balance is not something I have been gifted with." Which was totally true. Luxury figured it was fine for this other to know her skills and weaknesses, as long as he didn't try to figure out her reasoning for joining. She refused to admit to anyone, refused to admit to herself, and especially didn't want a man knowing. He'd never let her live it down... No guy would let her live it down, they were all selfish ba- ... Jerks.
Luxury nearly choked on her coke when Nakura abruptly returned his girls with a bitter tone. What had they been doing that was so wrong? With much protest from Chora, Luxury returned her own and stared up at the retreating grunt, confused. "N-nice to meet you too..." Did she insult him?
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 8:10 am
"Ehh? Is that any was to address your elders?" the informer jeered with a shocked grin at her use of the word 'moron'. "Understood. Your secrets are safe with me," he assured Luxury with a giggle.
"Is that so?" he said. "Well, I'm sure your other talents make up for it." Turning at her confused reaction, he beamed. "Is something the matter? You're looking a little disgruntled. Was it something I said?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 9:18 pm
The grunt blinked. "N-no... Well, kind of. You were friendly, then suddenly you returned your kittens and made a move to leave as if I had something wrong... Did I?" Not that it really mattered, but the last thing she needed was enemies among her team mates. Not to mention Chora needed friends, and she didn't want to prevent the cat from playing just because their trainers didn't get along.
Luxury thought they were getting along, considering she hadn't even hit the guy.
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Posted: Tue Dec 20, 2011 2:56 pm
"Ah? Oh, no, I just assumed I was making you uncomfortable, what with the way you suddenly seemed to turn defensive with my questions~ I didn't think you wanted me prying any more than I already had, but I have a bad habit of not knowing when to quit." He flashed her another disarming grin.
"I wouldn't have wanted to upset you or repulse you with the type of person that I am. I've already built up quite a nasty reputation among the other Rockets of sticking my nose where it doesn't belong." Izaya spread his arms wide with a sheepish smirk. "Sometimes I just can't help myself, so I thought it best to leave."
"...As for my Purrloin..." He glanced down at the pair of wriggling Repeat Balls that continued to struggle in his pocket. "...they've had enough of a reward for today. I actually came out here to discipline them since they've been acting out lately, but instead they're being spoiled with Chora. Tsk, tsk."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 7:29 pm
Luxury frowned. "I'm... I don't like to share about myself. Sometimes I will find myself talking to much... but I try not to. What people know they can use against me and I have dealt with enough of that drama to last a lifetime." She shook her head. "I try not to judge by reputations... Though, I'll admit, they do make me wary initially. You seem like you can understand that."
The female got up and disposed of her trash, swallowing down the last of the coke, then turned to Nakura with a smile smile of her own. "I appreciate the respect in that, not wanting to pry too deeply. Perhaps we could chat again?" She needed to get back to her training, make Chora put some of her hyper to good use, and Nakura had things to do as well. She didn't want to leave this lunch like she'd left her first one with Panther, though, and Nakura seemed... ok. Still a guy, still wary-worthy, but ok.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 7:47 pm
"You don't like to share about yourself? Are you sure it's not just that you like to, but don't want to?" he asked, figuring that if she thought she talked too much, then she probably actually liked to talk. "I understand about the 'using against you' part, being an info broker, but we're teammates, aren't we? What's there to worry about? Anything I try to use against you will likely end up harming me too."
Waiting patiently as the young grunt finished up her lunch, he returned her smile with his own usual one and nodded cheerfully. "Of course~! I look forward to it. Like I said before, it was a pleasure."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 7:52 pm
The grunt bit her lip. Dammit. "Ok, well, I don't want to. And yes, we are teammates, but I've learned that what is supposed to be sometimes isn't." Like a mom or a dad or a brother... None of which she was going to open her mouth about.
"That it was, Nakura. See you later? Good luck with your kittens, I thank Arceus I only have one!"
((short post is short. XD ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 8:03 pm
Giggling with a knowing glint in his eyes, Izaya nodded, implying that he could guess at the circumstances she was hinting at. After all, he didn't really think of his own family as family. To him, they were just more humans, to be treated the same as the rest of the human race.
"Yes, I'll definitely see you later," he confirmed. "And thanks for the luck; I'll certainly need it." Especially considering it was his sisters who had thrust the Purrloin upon him, possibly with the intent of dragging his dead body back to them when he had died. Some family.
Perhaps he and Luxury had more in common than she realized.
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