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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 9:44 am
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It was a beautiful day in Camphoreon - the sun was shining, the sky was bright blue, and people with their pokemon filled the streets. Buildings reflected the light of the day on their windows and their surroundings on their metallic surfaces. One of these reflections portrayed a young man in his twenties who had just stepped out of Kodo's largest department store with a bag containing his purchased goods in one hand. His other remained in his pocket.
He examined his new look critically, crimson eyes taking in his overall appearance with the newest addition of the fur-trimmed long coat he had bought. It wasn't his old parka, but it would do for now. Winter seemed to be fast approaching anyway, so it was probably better to think ahead with warmer outfits. With a sigh, Izaya realized he was glad to finally have some time to himself after his months as a trainee under constant supervision. At last, it was his first day off since being re-promoted back to a grunt and he had been determined to make the most of it.
Glancing down at the bag in hand, the man recalled its contents and grinned softly, his thoughts being anyone's guess. Finally satisfied with his appearance and his most recent acquisitions, the informant walked off with a skip in his step to find the nearest vending machine. He was becoming quite thirsty as he had woken up early to get to Camphoreon and enter the department store as soon as it opened. Hence, he had skipped breakfast. It had been worth it to avoid the crowds, but now it was nearing lunch time and he knew he would feel compelled to eat something soon.
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 12:24 am
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 9:33 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 2:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 9:51 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 16, 2011 4:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 11:35 am
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Izaya sighed deeply. "Yes, they told me. It was painful to hear then, too, but not so much as to hear it come from your own mouth. Well, even if I'm not dead, at least you don't have to see as much of me around, neh?" That doesn't mean I won't be causing any less trouble for you, though, you one-brain-celled neanderthal.
Laughing at Shizuo's name argument, the Rocket grunt shrugged. "At least you remember it! I'm so happy~" the man giggled. "How romantic for you to want me to hear your voice as the last thing before I die. Shame I have no intention of letting that happen. Your voice is the one I want most to forget."
Knowing he would not be safe atop the vending machine for long, the info broker tried to distract the ex-bartender with idle conversation. "Have you heard of Team Rocket lately? I've been doing some research on them; dangerously efficient organization and very good at what they do. You should watch your back, Shizu-chan, or one of these days you might be robbed of your favorite pokemon before you know it." Izaya folded his arms across his chest. "Then again, they might give it back if all you still have is that pathetic Beldum from high school." Ah, Beldums. How he detested them. Not as much as Shizuo himself, though.
He leaned forward, as if to reach out and pet his high school rival's hair. "You should stop dying your hair. I want to see its original color. Why did you change it, again? Wasn't it something to do with not being identified with your famous actor of a little brother?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 9:35 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 20, 2011 10:21 pm
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"You can't 'see' hurt, you stupid protozoan," the grunt laughed aloud. "Especially not emotional hurt. Just looking at you hurts me, though," he answered with a wan smile, flicking out his switchblade. Just in case.
"Plenty - Shinra, Namie...though hearing it from you just gives me butterflies inside," Izaya sighed, hugging himself with a mock dreamy expression. He stood up at his full height atop the vending machine to further his drama. Just as soon as he started, though, he stopped to sneer at Shizuo loathingly. "As for forgetting your voice, that's not my decision. It's necessary for my work for me to come here from time to time. If you want to avoid seeing me completely, you'll have to leave the Kodo reigon entirely, because I've been travelling all over."
"You would never dare leave 'your city', though, would you?" he mused, running his thumb along the back of his blade as he looked down the length of his nose at Shizuo in a distinctly condescending manner. "I guess it's pointless to tell you that Camphoreon isn't any more immune to their 'mess' than Sandalwood City was. This is a big, diverse place with lots of rare pokemon...it'll probably be next."
He chuckled at the mention of Aiden. "That so? Then he must be even more demented than before. I don't even want to think what trauma he suffered thanks to you being his trainer all this time." Mentally, though, Izaya made careful note of this. He had already been attacked by Glados the Metang and hadn't liked it one bit. What was Shizuo's crazy Beldum like now that it had evolved not once, but twice? He was pretty certain he didn't want to find out.
"So cruel, Shizu-chaaan~" Orihara cried, pulling back his hand as if he'd been burned. Personally, he wasn't all that keen on having his hand broken at the moment. "Well, then, I guess we're done here. Say hi to Mr.Yuuhei Hanejima for me!" he called, leaping off the machine and making a run for it. "I'm just aching to meet him, you know. Maybe I can go find out where he lives and climb in through his window to get his autograph..." It was imperative that he get a head-start when trying to outrun his high school rival, but the message was clear:
Chase me.
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 10:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 6:53 pm
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"If they raided an arena full of people from all around Kodo, why would a handful of mere civilians hinder Team Rocket?" Izaya laughed over his shoulder. "Most of them probably wouldn't even pose a resistance. You're probably the only one stupid enough to do that."
If the idiot was capable of putting two and two together, he would have already understood what the info-broker was getting at. It was sort of an indirect warning, so to speak, but when had Izaya ever given a warning without some benefit to himself?
It was strange, though...almost certainly Shizuo would have thrown a thing or two by now. That vending machine might as well have been screaming at him to throw it. Was this maybe an off-day for the ex-bartender? His temper wasn't nearly as high as it would have normally been by now, either. Surely Izaya wasn't losing his touch with his favorite toy...?
"Neeeeh, Shizu-chaaan, you're awfully slow today. And I mean more than usual," he shouted with some of his breath as he ran. "Are you on drugs, or something? Have those cigarettes finally done their work on your lungs?" he asked cheerily. "Or are you just getting old?" Oh, that was a sad thought. Where would Izaya be if he finally bested Shizuo? The Rocket sincerely hoped Heiwajima was just having an off-day.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2011 8:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 02, 2011 9:25 am
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"Oh, so you have been keeping up with the recent news! I'm impressed!" the informant laughed, his voice edged with sarcasm. The news had been all over Kodo. Even Shizuo should have heard about it by now. Still, the fact that the man had paid attention enough to remember those details had exceeded Izaya's expectations. Once again, his rival had acted differently than he had expected. How annoying.
CRASH!
That was a trash can. Not one of those light, tin ones either; this one was one of those heavy-duty metal cans that were usually bolted to the ground. Whether or not this one had been bolted, however, it was hard to tell, because at that moment it was a wrecked mess on the sidewalk in the spot that Izaya had been moments earlier.
That was more like it. Time to kick up the speed a notch.
After a while of running and a little parkour to gain an advantage, Orihara made a sharp turn into an alley with a dead end, plan in mind. Running up to the back wall, he knew if he kicked off the corners he could probably scale it to one of the side building's widows, but that wasn't his intention. Instead, he turned around calmly, retrieved a pokeball from his parka pocket, and smirked, waiting for Shizuo to catch up.
"Oi, Shizu-chan!" he yelled when the dyed-haired man finally appeared at the alleyway entrance. "How about we have a pokemon battle?" He tossed the ball in his hand up in the air and caught it for emphasis, repeating the gesture as he spoke. "I know I was never really into pokemon when we were younger, but that's changed now. I've learned a lot more about them these past few months. Maybe even more than you've known for all these years." His crimson eyes narrowed as he continued to smile. "Care to test that out?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 12:57 am
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 1:32 pm
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A harsh, hateful laugh echoed through the brick walls of the alley in response to Shizuo's claim. "'When' you win...hahaha, just as stupid as ever...don't you know better than to underestimate me by now? Heh." Pressing the button on the Dusk ball, it grew in size before he tossed it casually at the man in the bartender suit. "Guess what? Shinra's cousin, Namie, gave this one to me for 'safe-keeping'. Seems her little brother had grown too attached to it for her liking."
As he spoke, the ball produced an odd keystone before returning to its owner. The pokemon dwelling inside slowly emerged, looking about curiously. She didn't seem at all hostile and took a few moments to regard Shizuo at the alleyway entrance. Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from behind her.
"Go, Celty. Use Hypnosis." Heck, if Izaya could knock Shizuo out before the match even begun, he could get away scott-free without even having to demonstrate his battle prowess.
"Spirr..." Celty whirred quietly, recoiling in uneasiness about using her pokemon attacks on humans. But that human had a pokeball. Maybe she could just wait until he let out whatever was inside it to use her attack. She just hoped he did it quickly, or Izaya would surely get angry with her. Not that her Hypnosis attacks were all that accurate anyway.
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