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[has_signed_on]

Let's see, now what will this do? [Interested in your mansions? Nope! Izaya is messing with the communicator, tapping on it to figure it out. He continuously checks between it and his phone, trying to find a similarity.] Hmm, still no signal. But this one has a network, so how do I sign on?

[The screen suddenly goes black and Izaya makes a noise of surprise. Hello there Audio.]

Oops, was that streaming video feed?

[He's not just satisfied with this though and after a moment even the audio cuts out in what would presumably be for Text. He most likely spends his time pressing more buttons until the video kicks back up.]

How nifty. I guess. Now how does this find me some answers, I wonder...~

Comments

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

I-va-no-va. Foreign~?

Haha, but don't worry, I mean that with the best of connotations as well.

[alwaysaboom.livejournal.com]

Foreign to whom? You're not in Kansas anymore.

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

To myself, of course. I figure that must hold some merit.

[alwaysaboom.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm clearly not Japanese.

Unless your name is actually Isaiah, that makes me foreign, right?

I'm Russian.

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

Close, but no, it continues to remain Izaya.

And adding 'Russian', I dare say you might be capping the list of perfection.

[alwaysaboom.livejournal.com]

Tell me something I don't know. [Okay, going to smirk a little, but still not trusting you...]

[has-signed-on.livejournal.com]

But how could I possibly do such a thing? Since you do know the future and all.

[alwaysaboom.livejournal.com]

[Okay, maybe a chuckle there.]

Only one future. It seems that we are all from parallel worlds.