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12 - Mutual Love

[Izaya's sitting against the Mansion's front doors, and most noticeably he's switched out his trademark jacket for one much less obvious. He doesn't seem too concerned with anything at the moment and he very much takes his time in fishing out his communicator and switching it on.

It's in video ~~for greater chance of seeing your face~~.]

So.

Anyone know how long it's been since this started?

[OOC: Forward-dated for Tuesday, November 1st ]

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N-no... [He has no idea what he's going to do. He's a little more confident now that he's got his weapon back, though.]

[Oh look. Izaya's not actually down there when Minato arrives. Or at least, he's not by the doors anymore.

Are we surprised? Are we suspicious yet?]

Then...why are you bothering to get something to defend yourself with? [He's fishing another throwing knife out from his sleeve.]

...Killing and fighting aren't the same thing.

[Surprised, yes. Suspicious, not quite. Yet. Though he probably should be.

With his hands in his pockets like normal, Minato looked around the area and didn't see any sign of Izaya. Where could he have gone in a matter of minutes?]

*He saw him on the video, so that meant he was alive. That was good...If nothing else it meant he had someone he felt he could rely on. After certain disappearances and with this mad mad event going on, he's a little unstable. Not that that's anything new.

Clutching Ahab's Crosshairs to his chest, he runs toward the entry as fast as his troll legs will carry him, cape whipping behind him. No time for dramatics now. Not when there's a kismesis to find, protect, hide behind whatever.

But he's not SCARED! That would just be absurd. Trolls of his level don't get SCARED. They just move very quickly and act in a manner that might appear frantic to lesser beings*

[You know, Eridan. Most people have the good decency to hit up the comm channel before approaching at HIGH SPEEDS. I mean, damn, he would have to hand it to you for your supreme skittering skills (you bug you) if he weren't so surprised and all.

Which means he's casually wiping off some pretty red blood onto the floor. You know, before he looks up like a deer in headlights.]

Napoleon?

*He skids to a stop a short distance from the other, staring at him a moment. Red blood...probably human, with Karkat gone. Was it...HIS blood?*

Are you injured?

*Shut your ass, that is NOT concern. You're no good to him if you can't fight*

Come all this way to check that? [He'll be standing up now.]

By the way...that. What is it? [He motions to Ahab's Crosshairs because first off it's ridiculously huge and secondly it's impressively matched to your scarf.

He's just a little concerned that it's a really ridic bayonet or something.]

I needed someone I could count on. *He smirks a little* Who better than my own kismesis?

*He hefts the massive weapon, trying to look less like its too damned big for him. Not HIS fault his ancestor was a beastly creature of massive stature and infinite fashion sense*

This is called Ahab's Crosshairs, and it's a very powerful weapon wielded by only the very best and most esteemed seadwellers.

[Izaya pauses, tilting his head slightly, and looks at Yuu.

He finally laughs.] That's just it, Aikawa! Yes, good job! I'm not going to fight you, I am going to kill you.

[He says this in tandem with flinging the knife towards him.]

[The only way he seems to know how to dodge that is to fall over, so excuse Yuu while he gets better acquainted with the floor.

...

......

Okay, now he's scrambling back to his feet to run like hell.]

[Izaya's chasing him in a heartbeat. C'mere, Yuu. Just let the man grab your hoodie already~!]

[Oh shit oh shit oh shfsdkljghg

The noise he makes when Izaya manages that is very surprised and kind of undignified. He lashes out with the pry bar immediately.]

[Izaya looks like he ducks a second to late and takes the hit solidly. He's on the ground and not moving.

Do you inspect that? Flip to page 9 for no, or 44 for yes.]

[....Okay, page 44, don't fail me.

Yuu should know better, but he still crouches beside Izaya to check if he's, you know, alive.]

[Way to see the glass half full, Yuu.

Izaya, in the meantime, is most definitely alive as the second Yuu's in crouched range, he drives his knife into the back of the kid's leg.]

Shit--

[Of course Yuu's first instinct isn't to slam the pry bar down on Izaya's head. It's to fall on his ass and start to scoot away on the floor.]

Actually, who knows how you survived that first time~ [What do you do when you're trying to stab at the person scooting away? Easy. Like the answer to almost everything else, you try to stab them.]

I-Izaya...!

[Ow stop stabbing him. 8(]

[He will! Once you're dead and all. 8)

So until then...~]

What's that, Aikawa?

[Yuu kicks at Izaya stay awaaayyyyy.]

Stop! Stay away!

[Izaya hadn't moved all that far away, actually. He watched Minato from off to the side by the stairs, trying to gauge if the boy might actually be a threat or not.

He certainly didn't look like one at first glance.

So he decides to make his presence known and tries to hide the contempt in his voice.]

Hey, you got here pretty fast. Really fast.

[Izaya's now looking off to the right and admiring the rusty hall decorations, not of his own will but because Yuu's foot dictated it.

He laughs

and laughs

and laughs.]

Just die, okay? I don't have time for you to cry wolf! [Nope, resuming trying to get this all under control for omg just let him stab you timeeeee.]

[Minato turned when he heard Izaya speak. This was the first time he had seen him in person. He didn't think Izaya was a wolf, and if he was, then Minato had managed to get away from one earlier after being shot at, ugh. He still had bullets in him to cut out.]

I wasn't too far away. Are you all right?

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