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Post by Jack of Blades on Nov 6, 2011 17:41:03 GMT -5
Within the backstreets of Urbadelphia, barely within the city limits, a crossing occurs. But unlike usual crossings in which the scenery distorts and becomes a twisted visage of what it once was, not much changes in the nearby background. A few solid edges become blurrier and most nearby animals such as stray cats and rats flee from the scene and those not fast enough simply seem to die on the spot. A black-haired information broker watches on as he whom he had been waiting for emerged from the Crossing.
Wearing full plate armor with a red cloak covering the majority of his upper body, an emotionless mask on his face and two more strapped to his chest he looked every part the menacing demon. Stepping forwards, the former ruler of The Void stared hard into Izaya's eyes. His yellow eyes boring deep into his fellow demon's soul.
Despite his appearance, when he spoke, he had a high-pitched and somewhat soothingly calm voice to match his demeanor "Izaya Orihara..." he said patiently as he looked the demon up and down "You are the one who had been so patient in fabricating my awakening, yes?"
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Nov 6, 2011 17:49:01 GMT -5
He laughed, maniacally, excitedly. The shadows swirled around him, and another shape, somewhat bestial, seemed to emerge from them before disappearing again, and the autumn-brown eyes of Izaya Orihara glowed a bright, menacing red as he returned his gaze to the demon in front of him.
"Indeed.... indeed, my Lord, the Jack of Blades!" He laughed again. "And you are so observant, so crafty and intelligent, just as all the legends claim you to be." His voice was light, amused, but there was a sadistic edge to it. "Yes... the greatest ruler the Otherworld has ever known stands before me, here on this little planet called Earth!" He started to laugh again, a crazed, evil, maniacal laugh as he spun, his arms flung wide to encompass every corner of the city and possibly the globe.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Nov 6, 2011 17:54:00 GMT -5
Behind the mask, Jack smiled at the antics of the information broker before him. Indeed it had been a long time coming, five years at least, but finally he was free and he would be lying if he said that he did not enjoy the taste, the smell, the feel of the cold and bitter air against his skin. Then he remembered why he had been sealed away and the thirst for revenge dried his throat, but their would be time for revenge later, once he had taken care of everything that needed to be taken care of on Earth he would return home and take what was his.
"Orihara." He said in that same calm tone, seemingly un-affected as Izaya spun before him "There was one more thing I asked of you, I needed a body, one with which I could blend in a midst the people of this city. So that I walk and do my bidding without those around me knowing who I was. Did you find me one?" he tilted his head to the side slightly, he did not care on the condition of the body, be it alive or dead it would end up with no soul either way, doomed to drift in the Otherworld for eternity.
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Nov 6, 2011 18:00:51 GMT -5
He smirked.
"You have little faith in my abilities. I had forgotten that those of your era would not require guises such as those we use today..."
He walked over, laid a hand on Jack's shoulder. Shadows bent around him, o his will, and the object of their attentions would feel his image shifting and twisting.
"One of the abilities that my kind possess," Izaya remarked casually, "is the manipulation of our own shapes, and the manipulations of illusion. In my long years of life, I learned to use said abilities on others by manipulating the energies within their own minds... should you need to return to your own form, armored or true..." and he stepped back to admire his work, "...simply disbelieve this illusion. The suggestion is strong enough that you should be able to use either form at will."
The broker looked drained, as though such a manipulation had taken enormous amounts of energy.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Nov 6, 2011 18:07:45 GMT -5
Jack looked down at his new body and smiled. The information broker had done him well, better than he had expected if he was being honest. But for now he would ask no more, his fellow demon was tired and Jack could see that. Placing a hand against his shoulder he gave him a smile, technically, the first smile that anyone had ever received from Jack, and motioned for them to leave.
"You are tired, Orihara, that much I can tell. As such we will take our leave and recuperate, you have served me well and I shall make sure that you are rewarded" He knew of Izaya's obsession with flick knives, it would be wiser not to ask how he knew of such, with so many years sealed away Jack had found... other ways to learn of the universe around him. Jack reached into his new black jacket and pulled out one of his many knives, an ornately carved piece of artwork, and held it out for Orihara to take.
"Consider this the first of those many rewards for your service" he said coolly as he got used to having his face against the cold surface of the wind.
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Nov 6, 2011 18:17:36 GMT -5
He smiled and took the blade.
"Thank you," he said. "It is a gift fit for a king.... or a Jack," he said, and grinned at his wordplay.
Truth be told, Izaya had raised Jack only because he wished to see if he could, working years on manipulating the threads of destiny and human and demon minds alike to create just the right circumstances to one by one break the ties that held the ancient lord captive.
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Post by Jack of Blades on Nov 6, 2011 18:29:01 GMT -5
Jack smiled at the demons words as he turned to leave he motioned for Izaya to follow. "I wonder..." he thought to himself as he walked "Who is really pulling the strings here?" Everything had panned out just as Jack had hoped, using his essence he had slipped certain information about The Void into those who worked around Izaya, it wasn't long before people started whispering about it in the local demon community, talking about it online, mentioning it in passing.
It had been enough for Jack to peak the information brokers interest, with that, Jack had seeped more information into more classified sources, allowing the demon to look into Jack in more depth without the prying eyes of others, with Jack's information he knew how much energy would be needed to free him, the conditions, everything. Jack had played on Izaya's curiosity and it had payed off.
But for now, none of that mattered, for the time being Jack's game was over, he would have to start a new game with the people of Urbadelphia, assert himself and his presence before he brought all the players back into the fold and played checkmate.
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Nov 7, 2011 10:02:59 GMT -5
Izaya followed 'dutifully', if the demon even knew the meaning of the word. He suspected that he was not the one doing all the manipulations here, as well, though he had no way of knowing that Jack was thinking the same. A crafty demon, by account of all the legends... even before information began to surface, he'd been curious about the legends. A man who could control and manipulate so well that he held the puppet strings of an entire princedom in the Otherworld in his hands... what a demon, indeed; that was a chess game he would risk anything to play.
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