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

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[ 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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[crestofamon.livejournal.com]

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.

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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.

[crestofamon.livejournal.com]

[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.

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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.