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Post by Izaya Orihara on Nov 4, 2011 1:16:30 GMT -5
His air of tension relaxed, slightly, but Izaya still looked every ounce of dangerous that was packed way within his slender, some might even say scrawny, frame. And Noctis' eyes weren't the only ones that had turned red.
"Ah, yes... Miss Brea, I assume you're talking about. If she can afford to pay for that information, I'd be happy to give it to her. I suppose you could also retrieve the information for her, but be warned; it's expensive, this information - far more expensive than you can afford to pay with your paltry funds, especially after you already purchased some info. That means a deal would be in order."
He smiled lazily, but it was a dangerous smile. "Of course, if you would rather make the deal and spare your ladyfriend the trouble, I suppose I could be convinced..."
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Nov 4, 2011 1:27:17 GMT -5
He relaxed slightly as Izaya seemed to do the same, the air of danger in the air not dissipating quite yet. As Izaya said, the information would be expensive. More than both he and Aya could afford, he would likely be working double shifts for a long time just to even scrape the surface. "What would you need me to do?" He had a feeling it was something to do with either fighting or with using his abilities as those were the two things he was best suited for.
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Nov 4, 2011 1:36:42 GMT -5
"Well, the other day, I offered a pretty young lady a choice of three favors or a permanent job as my secretary... this information won't be quite so hard to get, but those are the sorts of fees I charge. I could ask you to use your abilities to help me... someone who can read the pasts of both objects and people would be quite useful to me, you know. Or I suppose I could have you take out some particularly troublesome thugs..."
He leaned back in his chair, more relaxed, fully confident he had control of the situation. He raised his hands in a shrug, palms up, and spread his arms wide, before coming back to lean forward again, elbows on the desk.
"I'm interested to hear what you'd be willing to pay, Noct-san; I'm always open to creative suggestions."
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Nov 4, 2011 1:51:06 GMT -5
Noctis thought over the offer, trying to consider all the ways this could be twisted into being more than it appeared. Finally he took a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair before finally answering. "I'll use my abilities to help you." he replied, suddenly grateful that he had bought some more aspirin recently just in case he would be required to overuse his powers. Also, with his luck he would end up running into the thugs anyway.
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Nov 4, 2011 1:52:38 GMT -5
He smiled.
"Good. Just so that I won't be accused of unfair dealing, I'll draw up a contract... reasonable terms, you understand. Come back first thing tomorrow, and I'll have it ready."
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on Nov 4, 2011 1:58:33 GMT -5
"Alright, I'll see you then Izaya." He said before turning and walking towards the door, opening it but pausing just before leaving. "Also, thanks again for the information. It's appreciated." He added before he left and closed the door behind him. Granted he had paid Izaya for the information, but his parents hadn't raised their child to be rude. Despite all that had happened to him that was something he steadfastly adhered to.
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Nov 4, 2011 2:04:57 GMT -5
Izaya Orihara watched Noctis Lucis Caelum, long-lost son of one of the wealthier families in the country, walk out of his office, and smiled.
"You should be more careful with thanks," he muttered to himself. "In some ancient cultures, they believed thanking a demon acknowledged you were in debt to it..."
He smiled, one again that lazy, dangerous smile. Izaya Orihara wasn't that evil. Sure, he'd made his fair share of rigged deals, but this was simple business, pleasurable business.
Oh, how he loved the human race - they never failed to surprise him, even as they never failed to be predictable. Several pieces found themselves being rearranged on his game board, that afternoon. Checkmate? No, not quite. A shogi tile moved to counter the black king's movement, and his grin widened. Things were all starting to fall into place...
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