03 - False Advertising

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[Izaya's on a mission today. He's walking towards the Libary, bucket in one hand, comm in the other. It's not all that interesting until a few moments later when he puts up a network post.]

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Hey~! Does anyone feel like playing a game? <3

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[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Good, because I can teach you everything. I mean, it's not like I know precisely what they did [He does.] but we can improvise.

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Not that I would say things unless they were true, but is that so?

I think some form of proof might be necessary to fortify your claim.

[seahorsecaesar.livejournal.com]

Profound cultural....what the hell are you talkin about? This is a conversation. As though I would deign to have an 'exchange' of anythin with someone of your race who is anything LESS than a ruler.

*Tries to stand up a little straighter himself. He's not going to be outdone by this human,oh no!*

Besides, what's good bout your 'culture' you'd share?

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

You misunderstand, Napoleon. When I said I was a god of humanity? I meant it. I'll watch over all of them, pass judgment over their lives or even help them if I see it fit.

But since you asked...

[Now here's where it gets fun. Because when I say he hands Eridan the bucket what I actually mean is that he abruptly grabs the toll's hand and forces the bucket into his grasp. There is no chance for instantaneous rejection; contact with the metal pail is made! /o/ Goal!]

Here you go.

That is perfectly fine with me~

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

[Had Izaya not already been well trained in being aware of random objects being thrown at his person, this could have ended poorly. Thankfully since Nepeta is obviously smaller than, oh let's say a vending machine, he is able to more or less catch her. More or less.]

H-hey~

You keep the cat motif in real life too, huh? It's cute.

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

In that case I might go seek out some cards. No one's taken me up on that offer yet.

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Are you telling me that he makes passes at sweet ladies every now and then?

Or rather, tries to.

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

Yay!

[saferoleplay.livejournal.com]

[Nepeta was rather fortunately smaller than a vending machine. Insinuate that and she might have to assume you were calling her fat or something. The woman hung in his grasp, grinning like a maniac. Usually her pounces caught people unawares. Usually.]

You are Izaya? Hi! What game are we going to play again?

Huh? Oh! I guess so. I'm-

[Nepeta's eyes had however, like the other trolls, focused on the bucket. Her face became a bright red coloring. Eyes widened.] What is that doing out?!

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

Okay... When do you want to do this? And where?

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[Hmm, apparently not as gay as she thought.]

You think so? You're kinda distrustful.

[seahorsecaesar.livejournal.com]

*Not the brightest crayon in the box, he gapes a moment as the bucket is nothing short of thrust into his hands. He stares at it, yellow eyes wide in both shock and confusion. His hand jerks away and he jumps back a little*

Is...THAT what you meant by cultural exchange!?

*this is one confused little troll. Was it...POSSIBLE that this human was capable of understanding the depth and complexity of Trollmance? Oh man his face is practically purple.*

I was...unaware you had such feelings...*right, scowly face* Though I hope that they are nothing but the blackest possible feelings, for I will accept no less. I have a matesprit already, after all.

*even if she doesn't know it but SHHHHH*

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

[It's not gay if you love everyone.]

You don't really go for the dangerous type? Well, I couldn't blame you I guess.

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

This coming April of course. And as for where...well the main hall seems like a good bet, there's a lot of cameras there anyway.

And if not there I was thinking about the dining hall. At lunch time.

[last-liar.livejournal.com]

...How many people are you going to get to do this?

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

[SCOFF] I go for many types. How dangerous are you talking, though? I don't really feel like risking my life for a quick makeout session.

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

My compliments on your way with words.

Or maybe you're just so used to the rage that's the only way to describe it?

[kindly-done.livejournal.com]

_{[OOC: Sounds good to me!]}

Okay.

[So Jack will come and checkers will be had. Somewhere in there, Jack will realize that there have been no introductions.]

...What's your name?

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

[Waaaaaaaait up, that was not quite the reaction he was expecting. Like at all. IT WAS LAST ON THE 'Reactions Izaya is expecting from Hipsterpoleon' LIST.

Though if it's any condolences it has slightly raised his hate of the troll. You're supposed to follow his plans, gdi!

But he won't let Eridan gain the upper hand so...he'll just play along with whatever the hell this is.

So you're a player, huh? Hmm...or just easy?

[That bucket, being dropped and all, is kicked out of the way btw. Fuck it and it's obstinacy.]

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Like I said, the ratios of here and there are very different. Obviously. A third person might be nice, and I wouldn't be opposed to a fourth.

It all depends on who I can find.

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

So, I'm curious. Will do you me the honor of telling me your name now?

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Oh, I didn't mean that kind of dangerous at all. It's not really a hobby of mine to hurt girls.

[Stomping their cellphones into a bloody mess of technology is a different story---]

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