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Post by Izaya Orihara on Oct 31, 2011 14:56:38 GMT -5
He looked down at the open folder in front of him; lord only knew how he kept managing to get his hands on files only the Network should have access too, but somehow, he did. A quick dial of a phone later, and he should be connected to the redheaded girl whose picture was clipped into the file.
"Hello? Miss Misaki? I'm calling you about some rather.... important business."
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Post by Shiki on Oct 31, 2011 15:01:43 GMT -5
Sitting in her apartment with a lot on her mind, Shiki heard her phone ring. She reached down and took it from where it had been resting on the coffee table in front of her. Glancing at the number...she didn't recognize it. Wonder who this is?
She picked it up and heard a voice, one that she immediately took a sense of dislike to. "What kind of business would I have with you?"
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Oct 31, 2011 15:04:03 GMT -5
He put his feet up on his desk, lounging back in his chair. His voice carried a similarly relaxed tone.
"Now, now, Miss Misaki; no need to sound so guarded and suspicious. I've come across some information that might prove valuable to you.... information about family matters and old demons hidden away in the past."
He smirked.
"Would that information be useful for you?"
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Post by Shiki on Oct 31, 2011 15:12:31 GMT -5
"Tch.." She clenched her hand that wasn't holding the phone into a fist as she stood up. "How do you...what is..." Shiki trailed off, partly fearful, partly angry. How does he know about this? "You're gonna tell me something first. Who the hell are you?"
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Oct 31, 2011 15:16:00 GMT -5
"Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dream of sharing the information with anyone else. As for who I am.... simply a humble dealer of information, nothing more. Are you inerested in hearing what I have to say?"
A cruel smirk decorated the face of the man on the other end, and sudenly, his warm, friendly voice becaame cool.
"....or will you simply leave it, and rot away without answers to those questions burning deep within your soul? Time is precious, Miss Misaki. If you don't want my help, then hang up and leave me be..."
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Post by Shiki on Oct 31, 2011 15:23:18 GMT -5
Time is precious.
Why did that have to be so true? She went quiet, trying to think straight. Shiki had no idea who this guy was, how he knew anything about her past, or how he knew her for that matter. But yet...she wanted to know so much.
What about Sora?
That hit hard. He had insisted on helping her. If she could get them now...No. This guy couldn't answer all of her questions. He couldn't get her out of the deal. But maybe he knew something that would ease her mind. Or frustrate her more.
"Where are you? If I'm going to talk to you, it's going to be in person."
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Oct 31, 2011 15:25:36 GMT -5
He smiled.
"Come find me at 783 Derringer Way. It's in the Labyrinth; difficult to miss. I'm the only office with the lights on. Be there by noon, or I'll know that you've lost interest. But you won't do that, now, will you, Miss Misaki?"
He laughed quietly, a foreboding kind of laugh, and the line went silent.
"Let the games begin," he murmured, exchanging pieces on his mismatched game board.
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Post by Shiki on Oct 31, 2011 15:36:55 GMT -5
"Oh I'll find you all right." Shiki growled as once the line went dead. She shoved her phone in her pocket and grabbed her jacket out of the closet, shrugging it on. "And if you try anything, I'll kick your ass."
She walked out of her apartment, walking quickly and heading toward the guy's office. The whole time she could only wonder about what she was stepping into. Finally she came to the office, shoving open the door and walking in.
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Oct 31, 2011 15:47:12 GMT -5
The face that greeted her was likely not what she'd expected; Izaya Orihara rarely was. The office was tidy, despite its location in the notoriously 'bad' section of town; stainless steel furniture decorated the cozy-seeming area, and well-organized shelves lined the room, filled with folders, binders, and books. The stainless-steel-and-glass desk at the back sat in front of a large, open window - the space having been remodeled to Izaya's liking - and a Chinese Go board was set up on a small table, the mismatched pieces (an assortment of Chess men, Go stones, and Shogi tiles) laid out in a seemingly random fashion along its grid.
Yet, despite its cozy appearance, something about the office was.... off. It possibly had to do with the mind behind that unexpected face.
The face of Izaya Orihara was young, only a few years older than that of Shiki herself - in his early 20's at latest. Black hair was cut short, though not overly so, and hung around his angular, somewhat handsome face, in which was set a pair of shrewd eyes that were somewhere between red and brown. His elbows rested on the desk in front of him, his chin set on his interlaced long, elegant hands.
"Welcome, Miss Misaki. Please, have a seat. My name is Izaya Orihara; I'm glad you've come."
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Post by Shiki on Oct 31, 2011 15:58:58 GMT -5
She looked around the room, feeling defensive. Izaya wasn't the person she imagined him to be, which threw her off even more. Shiki closed the door and walked farther in, taking a seat in front of him. It was probably the dumbest thing she'd done in a while; accepted to come and see a total stranger who seemed to know everything about her past. But it didn't matter to her, at least not yet.
"All right, I'm here. What could you, how could you, possibly know anything about me?"
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Oct 31, 2011 16:10:16 GMT -5
"Information is my business, Miss Misaki." He swiveled his chair, coming to a rest facing forward, eying her slantwise. "You're Shiki Misaki, unwanted not-quite-orphan taken in by the Network several years ago. Living off their hospitality, you knew very little about the black circumstances which thrust you into such a life.... you still don't know much, except that for some reason, your uncle wants to kill you, or possibly worse; that uncle being somewhat less than human. Is all that correct so far..."
He had stood during the speech, seemingly unable to sit still for longer than a few minutes, and paced out a small dance. As he said those words, he spun, leaning forward, rocking back on his heels, and placing his hands on his hips as he grinned at her, his eyes - whether by supernatural means or some trick of the odd lighting in the room - catching fire and glowing red like the embers in a dying hearth.
"....Miss Misaki?"
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Post by Shiki on Oct 31, 2011 16:23:10 GMT -5
Shiki narrowed her eyes, though her heart skipped a beat. This guy's a creep. He knows everything. "Yes." She answered him. "Any more specific details you'd like to go into about me?" Because despite how much he freaked her out, she was curious.
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Oct 31, 2011 16:28:40 GMT -5
He smiled.
"Specifics is, after all, what I called you about, isn't it.... Miss Misaki?" His accent added a little slur to the 's's in her name.... 'miszz Miszaki'. He sat down in his chair again, this time planting his heels on his desk. "You've been asking around about the specifics of the deal your family made with your least favorite uncle, correct? It just so happens I may know something about those specifics... and, possibly, how you might get out of the deal, if you can afford that sort of information."
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Post by Shiki on Oct 31, 2011 16:35:59 GMT -5
And this was exactly what she'd been expecting. "You can just stop right there for a minute. Tell me right now what you are; I know you're not human. And what kind of price are we dealing with?"
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Oct 31, 2011 16:41:37 GMT -5
He laughed.
"'Your immortal soul'," he said, his tone deadly serious, before his dark look slid into a grin, and he picked up a glass from his desk and swirled the contents. "That's what you expect me to say, no? But really, Miss Misaki. Dealing in such cliches is so.... boring. Would it really matter to you what my answer is? If I told you I'm secretly a demon, or no more than a strange Otherborn... or even a human who knows far too much for his own good?" He downed the mystery drink.
"Ahh.... the questions would still be the same, and you would still be in the same position, stuck without answers. Trust me or not as you will, but whatever the price... you truly have no choice but to pay up, don't you.... Miss Misaki?"
He grinned, his eyes turning red again, and this time, it was clearly no accident of the light.
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