witchesreign | Izaya is bored in the Med Ward. (Loafin' around the infirmary.)

[ So, Shinra here stalks the infirmary because that's pretty much his only real hobby around here. And. He heard about someone being admitted with a stab wound. Now stab wounds aren't all that interesting in Ikebukuro, especially with the kind of crowd Shinra usually treats, and he's not sure how special they are here even considering there's a major in bladed weapons, but.

The point is there's potential for something juicy. Like maybe a lover's quarrel. Or a jilted lover's revenge. Or something.

Not to mention puncture wounds in of themselves are fascinating in nature, given all the complications that can present depending on the depth, angle, and type of wound in addition to any number of possible contaminants and--

Okay, the point is Shinra's bored and a stab wound's the most excitement they've had around here since the Garden fell into the sea. So here he is, venturing into the infirmary to see who is recovering from a stab wound.

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Is that-- ]

Izaya?

[ Izaya looks up from his own angst, his eyes meeting Shinra's at the door.

(*´Д｀)=3

Oh. My. God. Really? I ask for entertainment and you send me Shinra Kishitani? Yeah, I really don't believe in god now... ]

Shinra? Why are you here? Did we both get sucked here?

Ah, I've been here for a couple weeks now~ [ Owlishly blinks as he pulls up a chair. 83 My my, that's a nice looking bandage job on your torso, Izaya. Shinra wonders what kind of sexy wound that's hiding. ]

But tell me! What happened to you? I see you've gotten stabbed~~~

Who was it? The Yakuza? ...no, in that case you'd be dead. Hm.

Shinra, I know you are generally a quick person to buy into this whole magic bullshit, but really. What is going on here? and how can you be so calm. I mean, what about Celty? Weren't you guys in vacation? How are you getting along without her?

[ He blinks and sighs, of course, this is Shinra. He smirks some and tilts his head to the side. ]

If you want to look, there is a fee. You know I value information as much as money.

[ For the time being, he would avoid answering questions about his wound. ]

[ ...so it's going to be like that, huh, Izaya? Shinra smiles with saccharine sweetness, sliiiding over to reach into the nearby drawer for medical supplies. ]

Tell you what, then, Izaya~ Since you value information so much, I'll answer three questions for you if you let me take out your stitches and put them back in!

[ Izaya groaned, finding the offer to be tempting, considering how little he knew about where he was, but this was Shinra Kishitani, chances were that he was incapable of stopping at just stitches. Oh what to do... ]

Oh, dear genie of information, I wonder how much you actually know. Will it really be worth it. Well, you always were a bit of a gossip.

[ Izaya sighs and wonders just how desperate he is... His smirk returns. ]

Give me a freebie and I will consider it. Besides you and I, who else is here? Ah, and outside of Celty, too. I will assume she is here because if she wasn't you would have already offed yourself.

[ Shinra supposes that's fair enough. ...besides that, it's not like he knows anything beyond Celty being here. ]

I arrived with Celty, and you're the first familiar face I've seen.

If you're worried about whether or not the rest of my information is useful, well~ That's just a risk you'll have to take, isn't it? I've been here for a few weeks already, though.

[ He smirks and snickers some, and what a great surprise Izaya must have been! ]

I am sure you are elated to see me, correct me if I'm wrong.

[ He struggles to keep his hand away from his wound, still in excruciating pain as it throbbed beneath the bandages. He grits his teeth and tries to mask it behind a Cheshire grin. ]

So, it is probably knowledge I can also obtain just as easily then, huh?

[While news of the stabbing reached the ears of many students and faculty alike, Albert hadn't heard about the wounded newcomer until now. The violent news sparked much interest for Albert, especially since not too long ago he was the mastermind behind a couple of murders in his world. Father Eillot and Father Doyle didn’t have a chance in hell to escape his wrath, along goes for the entire Vatican as well. While Yuri and his friends managed to impede in his goal of Armageddon, the Cardinal felt confident enough that he would be able to continue where he left off soon enough.

Appearing out of thin air, Albert strolled past a few nurses before peeking into the room nearby.]

Ah, so you are the unlucky young man?

[He chuckled lightly as he walked into the room.]

No, no. I am mistaken. I suppose I should refer to you as lucky considering your wounds.

[ Izaya looks up from his wound and smirks rather sarcastically in the man's direction. Not recognizing him by sight, nor sound, he had to wonder just who he owed the pleasure. ]

Lucky is a very subjective word. Do you believe in luck?

[ He tilts his head to the side, his eyes attentive to this mans every move. ]

[Catching the boy's gaze, Albert allowed a friendly smile to grace his features in an attempt to seem genial. People are more willing to speak to a jovial fellow than a frowning one.]

Not usually, but I suppose one would need a little bit of luck in order to survive all the trials that Life tosses their way.

[ Izaya's lips twist a bit tighter, amused by the cat and mouse game that they were headed towards. He rubs his bandages idly, enjoying the stained color of blood on the gauze somewhat less because it was his own. ]

I don't believe that at all. Nothing is coincidence, it's just patterns repeating themselves over and over.

[The boy won a laugh from Albert for stating his opinion. It seems that the youth is one of those scientific types, a boy who's fond of numbers and hard line facts.]

Then I take it you aren't fond of the notion of fate or destiny, either. How droll.

Now that, sir, I did not say. I believe in fate, but I do not believe the notion we play no hand in it. Fate is a response to the path you take; the cards you play. Your actions dictate the outcomes of life.

That isn't to say that there is no puppeteer in the shadows pulling the string.

[ Izaya smile darkened but remained, obviously having fun with this conversation. Ah, nothing like a steaming cup of philosophy in the morning. ]

A puppeteer you say?

[A thoughtful look lingered upon Albert's aged features as he eyed the boy with a true look of intrigue.]

What an interesting thought. I do believe there's an old saying that fits that idea, one involving a wolf in sheep's clothing.

[ Izaya is delighted by this saying, having heard it before only once and in a fairy tale. He muses for a moment if he's the wolf or... ]

And what of the shepherd? Surely you cannot leave him from the equation.

What about the shepherd? He's the leader of his flock, the valiant leader who protects his herd from the sheep skinned wolves that threaten them. In a sense, he's viewed as the herd's protector despite his slightly nefarious reasons for leading the sheep towards his dinner plate.

[ Albert chuckled. ]

In a sense, he's no better then the wolves, but the sheep are blind to this fact.

Even if the sheep are actually aware of this fact, what can they do? They are sheep.

[ He feels a twinge of respect for this man, glad he had seen the point of his words without explanation-- he was not used to people being able to follow what he was saying. He nods some and holds his smirk. ]

I'm Izaya.

Never underestimate the power of the herd, that is unless you like surprises.

[Let's just say that Albert knows of one black sheep who managed to cause enough trouble to foil all of his schemes. That one little sheep was more than enough to convince others to turn against the devoted shepherd.]

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Izaya. [At that, he bowed gracefully towards the youth in a show of his proper nature. Standing upright again, Albert's smile returned.]

I am Roger Bacon, an Instructor hopeful. I have yet to gain my credentials yet, but the day shall come.

Are you a newcomer here?

I suppose, but that is only if the shepherd is not tight on his reins. It's important for the Shepherd to make sure he knows each sheep personally. That or you could always get a sheep dog.

[ An instructor, huh? Prospective or not, Izaya was already scheming. He grins sarcastically. ]

I was not aware Bacon could be a last name. I will take note of that.

[ He pats his wound lightly and sighs, a bit of a forced frown on his lips. ]

Yeah, I'm new-- Sure picked a hell of a time for me to arrive-- the time continuum, I mean.

[A sheep dog? Well, Albert used to have a few loyal hounds before, but the black sheep managed elude their watch.]

Is that mirth I hear in your tone, Izaya? [ A pause. ] Or rather should I refer to you as Isaiah instead? Your name, it's Japanese is it not? It seems to be so, but it sounds remarkably similar to the name of another...

[The Prophet Isaiah, Albert remembered studying that man briefly during his days within the Order.]

Ah, you speak of the Time Compression. Hm. So someone stabbed you before you could be swept up within this vile current.

What happened? A dispute gone wrong I assume.

Mirth? I suppose you could call it that. Smart man. So you noticed the similarities in my name.

[ He adjusts his gaze to assess his surroundings-- it still appeared to only be the two of them in the room. Izaya's eyes meet Roger's and his hollow smiled beams at him. He knew of Japan, meaning they were likely from the same world. Good. ]

My parents were a bit eccentric when it came to naming. So you know the prophet I was named after then, huh? Are you a man of religion?

[ Izaya looks down to his wound and sighs again. ]

Yeah, compression. The words became muddled in my mind-- I am sure you know that English is not my first language, after all. And yes,

[ His mood darkened. ]

I was checking on my sheep and didn't notice a wolf in the midst.

[They both were come the same world, but from different times. However, Albert was none the wiser for now. He truly hoped this Japanese youth hails from the date of 1913.]

I suppose you could say that. [He replied nonchalantly despite the deep seeded loathing he has for Christianity.]

I am more of a scholar than a holy man these days, but half a century ago, I was a friar.

[It was absolutely delicious how his lies meshed so well with the truth, at least for Albert.

Giving Izaya a slightly curious gaze, the cardinal smiled once he caught the meaning behind their earlier conversation. Another shepherd? No, more like a loyal sheep dog...]

The wolf must have baited you using that sheep of yours, a shame. Unfortunately, I share a similar tale, but my story stars of a black sheep who paired up with a wolf.

[He was speaking of Alice & Yuri, but there was no reason to state names just yet.]

I couldn't say I was ever a holy person-- I am Japanese after all.

[ He laughs in a less than pious manner, though soon after he winces, grinning tightly, his eyes showing signs that he was suffering from very sharp pain. God, his whole body was killing him. Izaya knew he had a fever, but why was his heart beating out of his chest? Whatever, he would fake it. He was used to being abused by Shizuo as it was, like he would let a 6 inch stab wound end him. ]

I'm afraid the wolf didn't bait me, so much as he followed my scent and I was too wrapped up with my sheep to notice. Trust me, if he had wanted me dead, I would be.

[ He even remembered his attackers words. Perhaps it was better that he was here-- if he had stayed in Japan much longer, he'd be a dead man, for sure. ]

Ah, yes. The Japanese are considered to be heathens by those of the Vatican. I suppose the Church merely lacks any appreciation for the purple prose of Shintoism.

[While Albert may have seemed more interested in their conversation than in the boy's health, nothing escapes his observant gaze. Izaya was in agony, perhaps more so than he lets on. It was mildly humorous to watch the false prophet suffer, amusing because Izaya reminded him slightly of Wugui. That small time Hong Kong mobster wasn't hardly as intelligent as Izaya, but he was prideful enough not allow his agony to show when Albert experimented on him using the Emigre Manuscript.]

Now here's the part I would claim your good fortune to be willed by the hands of Lady Luck, but I shall spare you from such.

[He smiled.]

[ Izaya couldn't blame them as he believed Shintoism to be nothing more than a connection to the past-- a way to keep rituals and tradition in their changing society. However, wasn't this true of most religions? He sighs a bit to himself and looks at Albert, laughing weakly. ]

Not luck, good sir. He still had a use for me and that is something I can control. I made myself useful and despised. But I can't help myself. Sheep are my calling.

[ He smiles back at him, this time with less malice and more understanding. ]

I tip my hat to you, Izaya. You've managed not only keep your flock under your control, but you were able to prove your worth to the wolves as well.

[Albert's smile continued to grow.]

It takes a man of character to cheat death, young man. I suppose you are more charismatic than you seem. I wonder how many of the sheep here will take to you.

[Considering how dull witted a majority of the youngsters are here, the warlock was sure that Izaya caught the meaning of his last words.]

Think of the Garden as the green open pastures if you will. There are plenty of sheep amongst us, but very few shepherds.

It is not something of that great difficulty. Pitting the black sheep against one another is much harder than anything the wolf could ever muster.

[ Izaya grins, his hand waving some so as to dismiss the praise. He laughs and rests his thumb on his nose for a moment, sneering sarcastically, still ignoring his pain. ]

Do you mean to say I do not come off as charismatic? I am heartbroken. Well, now, I will just have to chalk it up to my injury. I do hope it will not get in my way of becoming a charmer around here.

[ He lowers his voice, offering up a question. ]

But then, Shepherd, what of you? What of your flock? Hypothetically, it's always best to brand ones livestock while they can, right? Though, sharing a trail with the neighbors will eliminate a lot of problems on route from farm to slaughter. Hmm.

[How true. The black sheep that managed to foil his plans won much scorn, yet admiration from Albert.]

I am certain that once you've been healed, you'll exceed my expectations quite easily.

[At Izaya's metaphorical question, the warlock took a moment to ponder his reply. The only true goal he had existed in his realm, not this one, but Albert's plans weren't set in stone. The destruction of his world would lay waste to the evils that lurk upon it, creating an utopia from its ashes. However, how can he proceed with his scheme if he was trapped here within this realm?]

My flock, while few in numbers, exist here as well. I care not for what the sheep do, but I am forever vigilant. My goals lies upon the greener pastures from whence I came, however the black sheep and the wolf exist here.

It would seem I will have to be meticulous in my planning, but this Time Compression shall remain a focus of intrigue for this Shepherd. That is, until I find something worthy enough for intrigue beyond this world interesting pastures.

I think you over estimate me.

[ So, he has already come up with expectations? Izaya was amused. He tilts his head to the side and grins in an almost cruel matter. Oh, Shepherd. I believe you might have said too much. It seemed to Izaya that this man, Roger, was still not out of the woods of his issues quite yet. Izaya however was on the path to a fresh start-- though it was unlikely he would do much different from before. ]

I just want to enjoy the ride. Chaos is the cauldron of mystery, and I major in the unknown. Nothing is more thrilling to me than solving the puzzles of life around me.

[Axel might drop in to see if he died yet. ~~Is Izaya decent under that hospital gown?~~ Either way, Axel slips into the Infirmary and looks around.]

[ Izaya looks up, his shirt open sporting his totally chic bandages, wrapped around him and over his shoulder for support, a bit of blood staining the gauze. ]

Oh, well hello. It's the guy with the exceptionally interesting hair. Is it full of secrets or something? Is that why it's so big?

[ He smiles casually, no malice in his eyes. ]

Not dead yet, huh?[Axel snorts, raising an eyebrow at this state of undress. It's like asking someone to cut your belly open, Izaya. He walks over and takes a seat on the end of the bed.]

For me to know and you to find out. ~~It's not the only thing that's big, either.~~

Did you come to finish me? You look rather like an undertaker-- ah, actually you kind of look like a friend of mine.

[ He smirks, thinking of his cat-eared acquaintance. He pulls his top closed and looks back to Axel. ]

Not today. Went through all the trouble not to.

...A friend?

[Axel doesn't think anyone he's met around here looks particularly like him. Although come to think, didn't the Princess mistake him for someone else?]

You wouldn't know a princess kitty-helmet, would you?

[ Izaya pauses and then smirks, laughing some. ]

Ah, so she is here. Which means... Does she usually hang around a rather weak looking doctor? Ah, he's always in a white lab coat and glasses. And does she lack an ability to speak?

[ My, my. Maybe things would be interesting here after all. ]

Don't know about a doctor, but she's mute.

Aha~ Yes, that is the very same girl. Mute, huh?

[ Izaya snickers, his eyes scanning the room, recalling a certain incident and the first time he heard Celty's voice. Suddenly he winces, holding his side... god, the pain was excruciating... but he just grins wider, trying to hide it. Through the pain, he spoke casually. ]

So how do you know her? The black rider-- or whatever name she has given you.

[Fortunately, Axel doesn't really care if Izaya's in pain or not. He shrugs.]

I 'borrowed' her... 'cellphone'.

Very bold. I never would have thought to take that from her. Wasn't she angry?

[ He grins some, amused by the tale he was weaving. ]

Izaya is bored in the Med Ward. (Loafin' around the infirmary.)

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I will make better Icons when my computer is finished loading windows 7 ;A; sorry!!

The icons are fine!

Not really ;A; And I dislike using non official art.

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