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

[ Izaya sighs looking over his paperwork. So he had a roommate and was going to be going back to school. He wouldn't say he was excited, but oh well, at least now he could learn how to ~~eliminate~~ get Shizuo out of his hair-- maybe. He set the papers down and groans with a hint of irritation. ]

I need to get out of here! This is so irritatingly boring! ヽ(#`Д´)ﾉ ~~Can't anyone just die so I can get some kind of entertainment out of my situation?!~~

[ He pulls back a layer of his hospital gown and pokes at his wound, ouch... it's still tender. He goes to tie his robe shut again but decides to say screw it for now, no one was looking at him anyway... ]

((OOC: In the infirmary after the fall? Just want to visit? Please keep him company ^^~~))

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[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.

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